A shameful past

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I'm a 24-year-old young man, my life is on the rise, full of hope. I'm highly educated, but foolishly wasted the opportunity to pursue further education.

At least during those years of university, I learned some knowledge and had some fun. After leaving school, and experiencing various jobs, I finally succumbed to family pressure and found a promising career. This brought me back to the city where I had lived during my university years.

I'm passionate about sports, and even more passionate about drinking; I spend most of my weekends on these two pursuits. I've had girlfriends, but not very much; I was too busy to truly indulge in women. But things changed, and I felt ashamed.

Bill, my longtime best friend, invited me and his wife, Kevin, to be temporary partners in their business until I found a stable job.

Through my introduction, Bill met Kevin—my younger sister—who had been his girlfriend since university and married him shortly after graduation, becoming my sister.

Bill was a shift trainee nurse at the hospital (male nurses were quite unusual in those days), and Kevin was an office receptionist. They had been married for two years, and due to their shift work, they spent most of their time apart, which proved very helpful in their subsequent work.

Kevin couldn't drive, and Bill asked me to teach her because every time he tried, it ended in an argument. The conclusion was that husbands shouldn't try to teach their wives to drive!

The cost of professional driving lessons was beyond their means, and I owed them a favor because I was staying with them and was also his wife's brother, so I agreed.

We lived together in a relatively small house, just right for the two of us, barely enough for three, and often it was the three of us. In the mornings, we'd all get ready for work at the same time, which meant that in this cramped space, some accidental partial nudity and glimpses of underwear were unavoidable, and neither of us seemed to care.

Kevin is a 22-year-old blonde, tall and not exactly slim, with large legs and breasts. Occasionally, I'd catch a glimpse of her breasts when she wore a bra, and her vulva when she wore tight panties. For years, she'd provided me with plenty of material for my fantasies.

Kevin certainly wasn't trying to show off, but I did believe she knew about my secret desires for her, and had known for a long time.

Bill and Kevin owned a used mid-size sedan, which I taught her to drive. We started on Sundays in the parking lot of a large department store, and I quickly got her confident enough to learn—starting the car and how to react instantly, forward, and reverse.

The following weekend, we started with sidewalks and our first road trips. Kevin learned quickly, and I was almost 'frustrated' by her rapid progress. What

she needed now was real-world driving experience, so we decided to drive every evening after work for a week or two, and then go with her to apply for the driving test.

Unfortunately, Bill has four "midnight" shifts a month, and this was one of his night shifts. This meant that when he was on duty, we'd be home and he wouldn't be back until around 1 a.m.

The first two days, we drove home and were both home, nothing happened, but on the third day, Kevin wore a miniskirt to work—a "fashionable" style of dress at the time—and she was too lazy to change before we left.

We spent a few minutes driving around the city streets before deciding to drive out of town to experience some open roads.

In summer, the sky doesn't get dark until very late, so there wasn't a problem with the lighting, and using headlights wasn't necessary.

The car had a manual transmission, and when shifting gears, Kevin's skirt would be pushed up to her thighs by her hand, exposing her entire thigh.

I could see the white bulge in Kevin's underwear between her legs. Usually, before I noticed, Kevin would tug at her skirt to cover her thighs. I would immediately become aroused and feel very uncomfortable. Not wanting Kevin to see, I carefully changed the position of my penis in my underwear. I thought Kevin hadn't seen it, but Kevin didn't pull her skirt back to its original position.

We passed a country bar, and Kevin suggested we go in for a drink. I agreed, and we stopped for about ten minutes. Kevin drank one beer, and I drank two.

When we set off again, her skirt was back in place, and my erection had subsided. We drove for another half hour after leaving the bar, and by the time we finally decided to go back, Kevin had been practicing for almost two hours. We faced another 45-minute drive home.

Twenty minutes later, Kevin started fidgeting in her seat, seemingly squeezing her thighs together. Finally, she blushed and said, "I'm sorry, Tony; I shouldn't have drunk that beer. I thought we'd be home soon and everything would be fine. I really need to pee."

"Turn to the next side of the road, we'll find a place for you to relieve yourself."

Luckily, a gravel road soon appeared on our left, and she drove until I told her to stop by a field surrounded by a fence.

"Jump over the gate and crouch behind the fence."

"Oh my god! I want to get out of here quickly. Don't peek!" After she threw out that sentence, almost before I had even parked the car, she put one leg down and spread it, giving me a good view of her thighs and fleshy pants.

I quietly opened the passenger door, got out, and knelt down. I found that I could see her calves under the hedge. Kevin was only five or six feet away from me, but I was sure she didn't know I was there. She pulled her panties down to her ankles, crouched down, and spread her knees.

Her head was still too high for her to see me, but I could see her very clearly. Kevin was absolutely covered in blonde hair, with very sparse pubic hair. Her labia were quite prominent, uncovered by pubic hair, and closed, obscuring the labia minora. Her anus was tightly creased, a pale brown.

Her labia parted slightly, and urine spurted out. Clearly, she had a large amount of urine stored up; she urinated for a long time, rapidly and forcefully, making a noisy, rushing sound. I could almost hear her sigh of relief; it was finally over, and she remained squatting motionless.

Then, her hand came into my view; she wiped her fingers and shook her buttocks a few times. Grabbing the belt of her underwear, she stood there adjusting her miniskirt.

As she came into view, I leaned against the hood of the car, smoking a hastily lit cigarette.

"What are you doing here? I hope you haven't done anything wrong," she said, then got into the driver's seat.

I showed her how to do a three-point turn—quite professionally—back to the main road, and turned left to go home. We stopped in the driveway to buy some groceries, sat on the sofa at home, and ate with our fingers.

"How about some wine?" I asked.

"There's some cold roast duck in the fridge."

Without waiting for my response, she went from the sofa to the kitchen and came back with wine and glasses.

We'd spent the whole night watching TV and drinking beer, and I felt a little drunk when I went to bed. Kaiwen clearly felt the same way; after she went to turn off the TV, she came back and kissed my lips. It was a quick, passionate kiss, but it still stirred up the desire within me.

"You won't deny it, will you?" she said. "You peeked at me while I was peeing, didn't you?"

Without waiting for my answer, she went to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. I turned off the living room light, locked the door, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and went back to my room to sleep.

I stopped in front of her door, guessing that Kevin might be masturbating—moaning softly. I fantasized about her fingers on her vulva. I fantasized about her drifting off to sleep.

When Bill came home at 1 a.m., I woke up to the sound of them making love. Kevin was completely unrestrained; she was really noisy. She moaned and screamed, yelling at Bill to go deeper and faster. She finally reached a satisfying climax. I suspected

she was deliberately making me hear her loud cries—usually I heard nothing at all.

In the morning, she looked radiant, raising her cup of tea to mock me. I didn't want to see her eyes, lest she see my desire for her in mine.

That day, driving home after work was almost a repeat of the previous days; she was driving in the same miniskirt as before, but I noticed that when she shifted gears and her skirt rode up, she was wearing bright scarlet panties.

"What's wrong? Getting aroused?" Kevin glanced down at me.

"Kevin! That's not fair," I joked. "You're showing me your thighs to seduce me, you don't know how uncomfortable that is for me. If you're not going to wear loose underwear, at least wear something see-through. These scarlet cotton pants are really whetting my appetite."

Kevin smiled in agreement, looking at the car driving ahead, deliberately keeping her legs slightly apart; she was good at whetting my appetite, making me feel hot all over.

"I don't have 'see-through' underwear," Kevin replied, "but if you're willing to hold the steering wheel, it might help."

I thought Kevin might pull her skirt down to cover her thighs to avoid seducing me, so I grabbed the steering wheel she was driving. Kevin stood up slightly, her buttocks lifted off the seat, took off her underwear, then sat down, used her hands to pull her pants open, but didn't pull down her skirt, revealing two snow-white thighs, and then gripped the steering wheel again and drove forward.

"Is that better?" Kaiwen stared at the windshield and asked me a question. In the rearview mirror, her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

I looked down at Kaiwen's legs, spread wide, her vulva completely in my view. Her labia were slightly parted, and I could see some wetness on them. I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly moved it towards her labia, inserting my fingers between them. Kaiwen spread her legs, and her labia parted as well.

She didn't say anything, but turned onto a path and drove towards the river in the distance. We stopped at a picnic area by the river, a large open area with many trees and bushes. We drove to a more secluded spot and stopped. I immediately pulled her to my side and pressed my lips to hers. She willingly opened her mouth, and I delved my tongue into her lips and teeth, which she sucked on.

I put my hand on the buttons of her shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing her white lace bra covering her chest. I pulled up her bra, revealing her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded her nipples with my fingers.

As she fumbled for my belt, I pulled her bra down as well.

"Let's go to the back seat," she said. I followed her from the front to the back.

As she climbed into the back, I pulled down her pants from behind, revealing her white buttocks and spread legs, exposing her anus and vulva. I grabbed her buttocks and licked her clitoris, labia, and anus between her buttocks.

Kevin loved what I was doing, turning around excitedly, screaming at my face, and wriggling her hips.

When I had aroused her to the point of no return, she turned and lay back on the seat cushion, tied her skirt around her waist, rested her head on the corner armrest, put one leg on the floor, and the other on the rear window sill. She spread her limbs, waiting for me to penetrate her with expectant eyes.

I took off my pants and underwear, straddled her, and without foreplay, slipped into her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs around me and pushing me further inside. We thrust and collided wildly until we were both exhausted, and I ejaculated deep into her womb.

She felt my ejaculation; her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she let out loud moans and screams. She had clearly released a lot of fluid; the back seat cushion was soaked and sticky. We sat there, embracing and kissing without restraint. Finally, Kevin said,

"It was so wonderful, so amazing! I've wanted to do this with you for years." Looking down at our crotch, she said, "Oh my god! Look at our battlefield! I have a towel in my front seat pocket. Could you get it for me?"

I got out of the car, went to the front seat pocket, and got a towel for her. I watched her wipe the fluids we had both released between her legs and on her pubic hair.

She handed me the half-damp towel, using the same towel she had used on her pubic hair to wipe her own penis, which thrilled me.

She put her soaking wet panties in the bag, asked me to hand her her shorts, and pulled up her bra, top, and skirt. Sitting in the passenger seat, a few quick touch-ups and adjustments to her lipstick transformed her into a lady again. Aside from the smell and the damp spots on the seats—you'd never know what we'd just been doing.

Kevin carefully placed a towel on the damp seat, and we set off home.

When Bill was on duty at the hospital, we'd be like lustful young men on the sofa at home, embracing, kissing, and caressing each other's bodies until we were both hard, then strip naked on the floor of the room. I'd lick and nibble her vulva, and she'd suck and lick my glans and penis. I'd stroke her clitoris with my hand and insert my penis into her vagina, bringing her to orgasm, before she'd take my penis in her mouth, deep into her throat, and happily swallow my semen.

This was my life with Kevin for the next few days, but gradually I felt guilty. I felt uneasy around Bill, feeling he knew about our affair. Kevin felt the same way, even though sex with her was still great and very exciting.

But eventually, the frequency of our sex decreased, and it ended completely when she passed her driving test and got her license.

After one passionate night with me, Kevin said, "Thank you for helping me pass my driving test."

After that, we never used learning to drive as an excuse to have sex with her again.

The tragedy that arose from this illicit affair was that neither of us considered contraception, and Kevin found out she was pregnant. She often had sex with me, but also slept with Bill, so she didn't know who the father was.

The baby girl Kevin gave birth to has much darker skin than either of them, and I think I can see that she will look a lot like me when she grows up. I might be the baby's father, but I can only remain silent. Kevin also wants me to do this, because I can't let myself destroy Bill and my sister's happy marriage.

So I decided to move out of their house and quickly move to another city.

For the next few years, I had almost no contact with them. I longed to see what the girl looked like, but I was afraid that if I saw her, I would know she was my offspring, and I didn't think I could handle it.

The thought of having a daughter and being unable to be close to her filled me with self-reproach and guilt. This guilt tormented me, making it difficult to connect with women. As a result, I never married, and I lived almost entirely a solitary life.

My actions cost me my sister Kevin, my brother-in-law Bill, and my potential child.

I had a truly fulfilling and successful future, all ruined by a moment of uncontrollable behavior—!

The End.

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