The Most Beautiful Dream (Me and My Aunt) Part 1, Chapters 1-4 (Complete)

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Chapter One? In those youthful years, you stormed into my heart.
I first met Jun'er when I was in the third grade of elementary school. I was 10 years old that year, a time when I was still very young and naive. I thought she was so beautiful, and she fit all my fantasies about women at the time.
She was talking to her two older sisters. When I was playing with my friends, I ran past them. My friend fell down, and when I helped him up, I looked up and saw Jun'er.
She smiled at me, then said to her sisters, "Whose child is this in our village? Boy or girl? So handsome." Her voice was delicate, yet poignant.
Jun'er's eldest sister, Lu Jiuyue, said with a smile, "His nephew, this is already your engagement party, and even his nephew doesn't know?"
Jun'er seemed quite unhappy upon hearing this, and whispered something to her two older sisters. I suddenly called out mischievously, "Aunt, First Aunt, Second Aunt."
Suddenly, Jun'er blushed and glared at me fiercely. That year, Jun'er was 18 and became my aunt.
My aunt and uncle were betrothed when they were children. Because my maternal grandmother was sick and there was no money to support my uncle's schooling, he dropped out of school for a few years and then married my aunt.
In my memory, my uncle was a bookworm when he was young, and a bit stingy. He was the first person in his village to wear glasses.
We lived in a relatively poor village in the north, where education was the only way out. Wearing glasses was considered a sign of a good student back then, but I didn't think so. My aunt didn't think so either; she said wearing glasses made one look less masculine, more delicate and weak. Thinking of my grandmother always brings a sweet feeling to my heart. I was her most beloved child. From as far back as I can remember, I would run to her house whenever I had time. It was only a two-hour walk from my house to hers, and I never felt tired, always enjoying it immensely. This indirectly led to my relationship with my aunt (a karmic entanglement, perhaps, but I just don't want to admit it).
Getting back to the main point:
When I was in fifth grade, my cousin turned one year old, but my grandmother's condition also started to worsen, so I went to see her whenever I had time.
However, because my maternal grandmother had tuberculosis, my uncle wouldn't let me sleep with my maternal grandparents anymore. He wanted me to sleep with them and my little cousin instead. I was quite unwilling and threw a tantrum that night. My grandmother cried, and my aunt patted my head and said, "Xiaolin, you're all grown up now, you need to be obedient." I was also bothered by her being unhappy about marrying my uncle and didn't want to show weakness in front of her, so I agreed.
At the end of the semester, the county-wide unified entrance exam for primary school students took place. I lived up to expectations and ranked third in the county. Actually, I could have ranked first, but I drank too much water before the exam, and I was so nervous that I peed in the classroom, which prevented me from checking my math test paper.
Back then, my aunt would tease me to everyone she met, saying things like, "Look how amazing my nephew is! He peed in the classroom but still got third place in the whole county!" I swore several times that no one knew, but she wouldn't keep it a secret from me.
During summer vacation, I stayed home to take care of my grandmother and cousin, as usual, while my uncle and his family went to work in the fields.
Until that day, I shattered my peaceful life with my own hands.
Grandma was in the outer room while I lay down, and my little cousin was sleeping in the inner room. With no good TV on, and nothing to do, I went to my uncle's bookshelf to look for *Reader's Digest*. There it was—a locked women's diary. It must have belonged to my aunt. I was surprised she kept a diary. Without thinking, I opened it (my dad taught me how to open locked diaries; he always hits my diaries, and I can just pry them open with a needle). The diary started after my cousin was born, and I remember a few passages clearly:
The baby was born. The name he chose is quite common, but it doesn't matter. As long as the child is safe and happy, that's all that matters. She doesn't want to be like me; she wants to live the life she likes. She wants to be like Xiaolin—handsome and academically excellent.
Xiaolin cried today because he can't sleep with his mother. I suddenly felt sorry for him. In this world, family is the most important thing, and that might be why I don't resist this marriage.
Two years have passed. Working in the fields is tough, and I even considered opening a sewing shop in the county town. But when I saw Qian'er, I felt it didn't matter anymore. He's stingy, unromantic, and so on, but he's always been a family man who loves his family. Shouldn't that be enough for a woman? Is it enough?
Xiaolin did very well on the test, but she was so nervous that she peed in the classroom! It cracked me up. She's grown so tall in two years, almost as tall as me now! Kids grow so fast, so Qian'er, grow up quickly!
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I'm quite sentimental. Just a few days ago, I finished reading Lu Yao's "Ordinary World." After reading the diary, all my scholarly spirit erupted, and I cried. Suddenly, I understood her. Her uncle wasn't romantic or wealthy, and he didn't suit her taste at all, but she still got married. Arranged marriages by parents and matchmakers can be deadly.
I kept thinking about the diary all night and couldn't fall asleep until very late. In my half-asleep state, I heard my aunt's voice: "Is Xiaolin here?"
I was nervous, yet vaguely expectant, and slowly regulated my breathing. A moment later, I felt a hand slip under the covers and touch my stomach. The hand was soft, and the wrist was warm. I knew it was my aunt's hand. I trembled in fright, and then the hand stopped. For some reason, my penis suddenly became erect. I became even more nervous, wanting to roll over to cover myself, but I didn't dare. Suddenly, that hand went straight into my underwear, pinched my hard penis, squeezed it, and then pinched it hard again before pulling it away.
I don't know when I fell asleep that night, but I had a wet dream the next day. It was my first time, and I was so embarrassed.
I didn't wake up until 10 o'clock. My cousin wasn't there; they must have taken her to the fields.
The first thing I do when I get up is wash my underwear. I'm familiar with nocturnal emission because I like reading and I know about it from books. But I'm afraid my aunt will see it, so I hang my underwear to dry on the back of a pile of dry branches used for cooking in the outer yard.
At eleven o'clock, my aunt returned with my cousin. I was a little afraid to look at her, so I picked up my cousin and prepared to follow her to the kitchen to help her cook, as usual.
She turned around, holding my underwear that I had hung out to dry, and said, "It's dry, it almost blew away in the wind."
I blushed, grabbed the underwear, turned around, went inside, and put it in my bag.
I don't know if it was because of the fire, but my face was always hot as I kept putting branches into the stove with my head down.
"Xiaolin, the fire is too big, put fewer branches in," said Auntie.
"Oh." I turned the fire down a little, then looked up at her and saw her smiling at me. She then patted my head and said, "It's nothing, Auntie won't tell anyone."
I lowered my head and then raised it again, wanting to say something but unable to speak. As if she knew what I was going to say, she said, "I won't tell your uncle either."
I nodded and gave a soft "Mmm." She patted my head again.
After that, I paid special attention to my aunt. She was 1.6 meters tall, which is considered a beauty standard by today's standards, but she was a bit thin for a woman who worked in the fields in the countryside. She had many nice clothes, most of which she made herself, but she only wore them when she went to the county town.
A few days later, since the crops in the fields had been mostly harvested, my uncle went out to work. I was quite happy to be alone with my aunt.
For the next few days, it rained continuously. With nothing to do, I went to play with the local children. I didn't get home until dark and found the door locked, so I called for my aunt to open it.
My aunt ran to open the door. When she opened it, I saw that she was only wearing a tank top that went all the way down to her knees.
She opened the door, told me to lock it, and ran back inside. I locked the door and went into the inner room. I saw a large basin of water on the floor and realized she was taking a bath. My little cousin was asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Auntie, are you done washing up? I'm going out to play for a bit and then I'll come back."
"It's alright, it's over. Just pour that basin of water on the table over my hair." My aunt sat in her chair with her head down and pointed to the table.
I picked up a basin of water to pour water on her hair, and I saw her large, white breasts that her tank top couldn't contain. As my hands swayed while I washed her hair, my head was filled with a white haze.
"Xiaolin, Xiaolin, are you crazy?" I came to my senses and heard her say, "You should take a shower too, the water is warm."
I saw my aunt rubbing her hair with a towel while pointing at the basin of water, her two pointed nipples particularly noticeable. I lowered my head and said okay.
Water is very precious here. In the past, I would wash first and then my uncle would wash with the second stream of water. I quickly stripped down to my underwear and finished washing in no time.
Just then, my aunt finished drying her hair and applying oil. We took the water out to pour it out together. When I got close to her, I could smell a faint fragrance. To this day, I still don't know what kind of oil it was. That smell still lingers in my mind. Later, I asked her what kind of oil it was, but she had forgotten.
Perhaps what remains in my mind is that feeling of youthful affection.
My cousin woke up crying for milk. My aunt was very angry and said, "She's so big and still wants to breastfeed. It hurts so much. Xiaolin, bring me the chili powder."
I went to the kitchen to get the chili powder. My aunt took off the strap of her left shoulder, revealing her white breasts, which were large and perky, with round, red nipples, unlike the dark ones of many women. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded with the chili powder box, she said, "Put some on, and if Qian'er tastes the spiciness, she won't dare to ask for milk anymore."
"Mmm." I dipped my finger in chili oil and rubbed it on my nipple. Because I was nervous, I used a little too much, and the chili oil kept dripping down my nipple. I panicked and quickly switched to my other hand to rub the chili oil. That was the first time I touched my aunt's breast; it was soft and warm.
"You little rascal, are you going to smear my belly with this?" Auntie said with a laugh.
I said, "No."
My aunt said, "Wash your hands, and bring me a hot towel."
I took a towel to the kitchen, washed my hands, scalded the towel, and brought it into the inner room. I saw that my cousin had indeed stopped drinking milk and had been coaxed to sleep by my aunt.
My aunt took a towel and started rubbing chili oil on my face. I got bolder and started watching instead of hiding. I knew my aunt wouldn't scold me.
My aunt's skin is fair, unlike other rural women who are dark-skinned. I then remembered that my aunt always wears thick clothes, a sun hat, and gloves when she works. My aunt loves to look good.
After my aunt wiped herself, I took the towel out to wash it. When I came back, I saw my aunt lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) writing in her diary, so I picked up a storybook and flipped through it casually.
Listening to my aunt's soft breathing, thinking about her breasts and her white belly, I couldn't concentrate on reading a single word. "Xiaolin, you're not learning anything good. What are you reading?" my aunt said, leaning closer and pointing to the book.
Following his finger, I saw this passage in the book: 'Even though her breasts were covered by her clothes, I could feel how big they were; her two little white rabbits seemed about to burst out of her clothes.' I couldn't explain it, so I just lowered my head and didn't say anything.
"You're still too young to watch this. You need to study hard so you can watch it when you're older," my aunt said, patting my head.
"Mmm." I turned to him and saw her big, bright eyes.
The rain showed no sign of stopping the next day, and I caught a cold because I hadn't listened to my aunt and hadn't worn enough clothes. My aunt gave me some cold medicine, but I still wasn't better by the afternoon. She said that school was starting soon, and if I wasn't better, she would have my dad take me to the county town to see a doctor. I really didn't want to, but I had no choice.
That night, my aunt asked me to share a blanket with her, with two blankets underneath, so I could sweat and recover from my cold faster. After putting my cousin to sleep, my aunt urged me to go to bed. I didn't know where to put my hands; they were just sitting there, completely still.
My aunt told me to close my eyes and go to sleep early, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I could feel her touching my head and checking if I was covered up properly. My little brother was erect again, and I felt a little embarrassed, so I turned over.
"Don't move around, or a draft will get under the blanket."
As my aunt was talking, she covered me with the blanket. I could clearly feel her soft breasts against my back. When she pulled the blanket back, her hand touched my erect penis.
"You little brat, you have a cold and you're still thinking about all sorts of nonsense." As she said this, she pinched my little brother.
“I don’t know what happened, it just became like this,” I said softly.
"It's okay, just get some sleep."
My aunt's voice was soft, her breath tickling my ear. She reached into my underwear and pressed down, causing my penis to spring back reflexively. She then grasped it and pulled on two pairs of underwear, making me feel even hotter and shiver slightly.
"Auntie, why are there hairs growing on my penis?" I asked in a low voice.
Actually, I know that everyone grows hair when they grow up. When I went to the toilet, I saw that my classmates' hair had grown a lot, while mine only had a few hairs.
"Everyone goes through this when they grow up, don't be afraid."
I could feel my aunt's voice trembling slightly. As she spoke, she found a few hairs at the base of my penis and stroked them one by one.
"Go to sleep, your cold will be better when you wake up tomorrow." My aunt seemed to be trying to remove her hand.
"Auntie, can you hold me while I sleep?" I said.
My aunt didn't speak for a while, then I felt her reach out from under my neck to stop me, and another arm went through my waist and into my underwear, holding my penis, and whispering, "Go to sleep."
I had a dream that I was hugging a woman very tightly, so tightly that I felt like I was suffocating. Then I felt my penis twitch several times, and I knew I had a wet dream.
Just as I was about to take off my underwear, I felt a hand release my penis. I suddenly realized I was still in my aunt's arms. I had wet my aunt's hand before she woke up.
I didn't dare wake up, so I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. My aunt wiped her hands on my underwear, then gently took off my underwear, wiped the semen off my penis, and then shook it. I resisted the urge to make it hard.
A cold draft blew in from under the covers. My aunt got up. I heard her footsteps receding into the distance, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to get up, I heard the footsteps coming again, so I could only keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep.
My aunt gently lay down, took a pair of underwear and slowly put it on me. Then she reached in and held my penis. Before she could shake it like before, it became hard uncontrollably. My aunt paused for a moment, didn't pull her hand away, and said, "Xiao Lin, you're awake."
I softly hummed in agreement: "Auntie, I think my cold is better."
"Yes, you'll only do naughty things after you get better from your cold, right?" Aunt patted the little brother and said, "It's good that you're better from your cold. I was so worried!"
I turned around, looked into my aunt's eyes, and said, "Aunt, you're so good to me."
My aunt took out the hand that was holding my little brother, patted my head, and said, "Silly child."
"Aunt, what time is it? When are you getting up?"
"It's only six o'clock, and it's still raining. I'll sleep a little longer."
As my aunt spoke, she tucked me in, then pulled my bottom closer to her. My face was pressed against her neck, and I could feel my penis against her soft belly, almost sinking in.
"Why are you being so naughty?" My aunt reached into my underwear and pinched my butt, which felt tingly and numb.
"I don't know, I just feel like this whenever I'm next to you," I mumbled in bed, my lips pressed against my aunt's neck, feeling its warmth.
"You're all grown up now, you can't sleep with your aunt anymore," your aunt said with a sigh of relief.
Hearing this made me very sad; I felt this might be the last time I slept with my aunt. I reached out and hugged her waist tightly.
Seeing that I didn't speak, my aunt hugged me tightly, as if she could sense my reluctance to part. After a long while, she whispered, "Then you must be good and not let anyone know."
I was pleased, nodded, and said, "Mmm." Then, I mischievously licked her neck and asked, "Auntie, does it tickle?"
"It doesn't itch," my aunt said softly, her voice trembling slightly.
I licked it again. "Does it tickle?"
"It doesn't itch."
I gently tickled her armpit, and my aunt said, "It tickles. Go to sleep quietly, don't wake Qian'er."
I went back the next day. My dad came to pick me up. He's in the medicinal herb business and spends a lot of time traveling. He doesn't usually have time to take care of me. This time, he definitely came back to bring me home to prepare for school. My dad said that school is about to start and I need to go back to study and get back into the swing of things.
My face was full of reluctance as my aunt patted my head and said, "Go back and study hard. When you grow up and become successful, take your aunt on a trip." I nodded and said okay.
My family lives in the countryside. Because I did well on my exams, my dad used his colleague, who was in the medicinal herb business, to contact someone at the education bureau and get me transferred to the county's top high school. Chapter Two: A Dream from 1990, Awakening to the Pleasant Feeling of You Still Here
Looking back now, I realize that many things happen because of coincidences. If it weren't for the right timing, Jun'er might have just been a beautiful dream from my youth.
From the beginning of junior high, I was so busy with classes that I didn't have time to think about anything else. I was young then, and my thoughts about love and romance were drowned out by the sea of books.
Back in middle school, the school didn't have dormitories or a canteen; we all rented rooms outside and cooked for ourselves. Because the journey home was too far and not conducive to studying, I stayed in the county town from the start of the semester. My aunt visited me a few times, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends, cooked for me, and then went back home.
During winter break, the school organized a study trip to Shanghai, and because I was a good student, the school specifically requested that I go. This continued until the end of my final year of junior high, when I was always unable to visit my aunt's house due to various reasons. I only visited my own home once, and that was because of a move; my dad bought a house in the county town, and I lost my own little place.
In my third year of junior high, Qian'er came to the county town to attend kindergarten. Our house was right next to the kindergarten, so Qian'er was taken care of by my mother. As a result, my aunt often came to the county town. Every time she came, she would wait for me to come home from school and see me. What impressed me most was that she would pat my head and tell me to study hard so that she could take me on a trip in the future.
I'm always happy when she comes, and I chat with her about this and that, because my family is full of roughnecks, including my uncle who used to be a bookworm but now works with my dad in business. Only my aunt, who usually reads books and watches TV, can keep up with my thoughts.
I remember once telling her that I had read her diary, and she laughed and said it was okay, she had lost that diary and didn't write in it anymore.
I said, "What if you forget me?" She said she remembered. I wondered if she also remembered what happened that night.
After graduating from junior high, I did very well on the exams as always, ranking 27th in the city-wide standardized test. I remember this was probably my lowest ranking in the city-wide standardized test since I started junior high, but at the time it was practically a legend in our village. In my grandmother's words, it was like our ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke. However, four days after my results were announced, my grandmother passed away.
That day, I borrowed my classmate's older brother's high school textbooks from his house to prepare for the summer vacation. Just as I put on my backpack, I saw my mom leaning against my classmate's door, crying and telling me that my grandmother had passed away and that I should hurry up and go to my grandmother's house with them.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I simply couldn't accept it. I ran away with my schoolbag on my back, crying all the way. When I got to my grandmother's house, I realized I was still carrying my schoolbag. I threw it away and ran to the incense burner in the main room where my grandmother's coffin was kept. I cried for the next few days. I cried when I saw my deceased grandmother's wrinkled face, I cried when I heard the carpenters hammering away at the coffin in the yard, and I cried when I thought of all the good things my grandmother had done for me.
Eight days after the coffin was lowered into the coffin, relatives and friends gradually left. My father and uncle went to handle business matters, while my maternal grandfather and Qian'er went to stay with my mother at our home in the county town. This was because the local education bureau stipulated that children must have a county town household registration or property certificate to attend primary school in the county town. So, under the persuasion of my father and the others, my uncle gritted his teeth and bought a house in the county town. (Men only become real men after they get married and have children; only then do they work hard and take responsibility. I only realized this later.)
I didn't want to go to the county town, so I shook my head to indicate that I wouldn't go because my voice was hoarse. My mom told me to help my aunt pack her things so she could move soon. Later, when I was alone with my aunt, I noticed that she looked much more haggard, but she still looked the same as she had a few years ago and didn't seem to have aged.
There wasn't much to pack, and besides, my aunt knew that I would get upset whenever I saw anything related to my grandmother these past few days, so she wouldn't let me help.
Because of a sore throat, I spent my days drinking egg drop soup or porridge and watching TV. That afternoon, when I woke up from my nap, I noticed my aunt wasn't there. I figured she was probably working in the two acres of angelica seedlings that my uncle cherished. As I walked along the path towards the angelica seedling field, I realized how beautiful my hometown was in July. Back then, I didn't understand the difference between the bustling city and the tranquility of the countryside. Just listening to the willows rustling gently in the breeze and watching the wild chrysanthemums quietly blooming in the sun instantly lifted my spirits.
My aunt was indeed there. As if she could sense my presence, she saw me and waved to me even when I was far away.
I walked over and saw her wearing a floral long-sleeved shirt and a sun hat, spraying pesticides on the angelica seedlings with a sprayer on her back. I said, "Auntie, let me help you."
Seeing that I seemed much more cheerful, my aunt said, "Okay, you carry the sprayer and I'll hold the nozzle and water the plants from the front." Hearing my aunt's gentle voice, I remembered the time she held me in bed and talked to me. Then we both fell silent and sprayed pesticides along the rows of angelica seedlings.
"Jun'er, is this your nephew? He's grown so much! He's so sensible and even helps you. My Qiqi only knows how to stay at home watching TV during her vacation," said Aunt Liu, a neighbor who had just returned from cutting pig feed by the roadside.
"Yes, Xiaolin is very sensible and does well in her studies. She ranked 27th in the city this time." Aunt Liu seemed quite happy as she chatted with her.
"Wow, that's amazing! Xiao Lin, you should tutor our Qiqi. What grade is Xiao Lin in? You've grown taller than you in just a few years," Aunt Liu said.
"He just graduated from junior high, but this kid grows up so fast. In the blink of an eye, he's taller than me. I'm getting old," said his aunt.
"What are you doing, always all bundled up when you go to work in the fields? Qian'er is so grown up now, but you still look like you did when you first got married. Unlike us women, who are all tanned as dark as crows by the sun. You go ahead and do your work. It's uncomfortable if the pesticide stays on you for too long. Hurry up and finish this last bit so you can go back and wash up. I'm leaving now." After saying that, Aunt Liu carried the pig feed back home.
As Aunt Liu went back, my aunt turned around and saw me smiling at her. She asked me what I was smiling at, saying I looked like a fool.
I said, "Auntie, you've always looked so young. When I'm twenty, if we stand together and I call you auntie, no one will believe me."
My aunt glared at me and said, "Are you trying to say I'm a fairy or do you hope I grow into an old woman quickly?"
I thought about it, but I still didn't know how to answer.
The glistening water droplets on the angelica shoots clung to my trouser legs, making me feel uncomfortable. I squatted down to roll up my pant legs, but my aunt, unaware that I was squatting, was pulled by the momentum of my sudden stop. She slipped and fell towards me. Caught off guard as I was rolling up my trouser legs with my head down, I was pinned down by my aunt's buttocks. I clearly felt her soft buttocks pressing against my face. I tried to lift myself up, but her buttocks sank in and pressed down again, feeling warm.
My aunt seemed to cry out in pain and tried to stand up, but she slipped on the wet ground and fell on top of me. In her panic, she tried to grab my shoulder to stand up again, but I was covered in water and she was wearing gloves, so she couldn't grab my shoulder and instead grabbed my crotch.
"Ouch!" I cried out in pain. My aunt had grabbed my testicles. I couldn't care less about her anymore and just arched my back, yelling in pain. When the pain subsided, I felt my aunt gently patting my back. Turning around, I saw her face full of concern.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all better now."
"Come on, let me help you stand up." My aunt had already taken off her gloves and was holding my arms with her cool hands.
"Alright, let's keep playing, let's finish this quickly," I said, stamping my foot.
My aunt patted the dirt off me and said, "What are you doing? Look, you've splashed all the pesticide water on us. Go home and wash up."
I then realized I was completely soaked, my pants were wet inside, and my aunt was also soaked, her floral long-sleeved shirt clinging to the tank top underneath, revealing the outline of her round and large chest. She turned her face away and casually took off her shirt, saying, "This pesticide residue is so uncomfortable, let's go back, there's not much left."
“I’ll carry your clothes for you. You take the sprayer and walk ahead,” my aunt said.
I hunched over to grab the sprayer, and as I stood up, I glanced back at her. I saw that she was using my clothes as a shield and hadn't seen anything, so I started walking back.
Pesticides are extremely irritating to the skin, so I wanted my aunt to wash herself first, and told her I was going to Qiqi's house to play.
My aunt said, "You'll be right back after playing for a bit. You need to wash off the pesticide on your skin, otherwise it will get inflamed."
I agreed and went out. As soon as I stepped outside, I heard my aunt close the door. I didn't go to Qiqi's house to play. I didn't want to listen to Aunt Liu's nagging, nor did I want to play with Qiqi. So I went to the orchard and picked a few pears. When I was about to eat them, I smelled a strong pesticide odor on my hands, so I didn't dare to eat them. I just wandered around the orchard with the pears in my hand.
Standing in the orchard of a small northern mountain village in July or August, looking up at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, and occasionally hearing the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs, a sense of peace washes over me. Suddenly, I feel that I have grown up, that my own stage of life has arrived, and that I must enjoy life and dance to my heart's content.
Feeling that it was about time, I walked towards my aunt's house. I stood in front of the door and gently pushed it. Finding that the door was unlocked, I pushed it open and went inside.
My aunt was in the yard, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, sitting on a chair drying her hair. When she saw me, she said, "I've already prepared the water. Go and wash up quickly, and wash carefully so your skin doesn't itch."
I said okay, placed the uneaten pear I was holding into her arms, and turned to walk into the bedroom.
In rural areas, there aren't dedicated shower rooms; people usually shower in the bedroom. In the bedroom where only my aunt and I sleep, I took off my dried pants and placed them on a chair. I started pouring water from a basin on the floor, and when I got to my penis, I noticed the glans was red and itchy. It must have been pesticide residue from carrying the sprayer. I was scared; this is my manhood, what if something happens to it?
I used another basin of water that my aunt had prepared to rinse it, but even after I finished the water, the itching wasn't severe, and my glans became even redder. I was terrified and blurted out, "Auntie!"
"What's wrong?" My aunt came in and saw me sitting on a chair with my clothes covering my crotch. She touched my sticky back and said, "You're not finished washing? Why did you pour all the water into the basin?"
"Auntie, could you get me another basin of water, a lot more?" I said.
"What's wrong? The water is overflowing from the basin." My aunt asked, looking puzzled.
I was both scared and embarrassed. My aunt stared at me for a while before I said, "It seems like there's some pesticide on it, and it hurts a bit."
My aunt got nervous as soon as she heard this and tried to remove her clothes to see what was going on. I instinctively slapped her hand away, and she slapped my hand, saying, "Little brat, you've learned to be shy now? You've forgotten how you used to cling to me and sleep with me. Take your hand away."
After a pause, my aunt told me to close my eyes again. I blushed immediately. It wasn't just embarrassment; I was just scared and didn't think about anything else. I obediently took my hands away and closed my eyes. After about a minute, my aunt still hadn't spoken, but I could hear her breathing was a little heavy, and her breath tickled my thigh. I forgot about the itch on my glans.
I closed my eyes and asked my aunt if it was serious. Then I felt her touch the glans with her fingertips, and her fingernails scratched it, which made it even itchier. I clenched my stomach, and it felt like the itching went all the way into my abdomen. I heard my aunt say as she left that it wasn't serious and that she was going to get some warm water to rinse it.
My aunt left the room, and I opened my eyes to look at my little brother, wrapped in a thicket of hair. It was long and hanging there, the glans pointing downwards, red. I was just thinking about how my aunt had touched it with her finger when she came in carrying a basin of water. I looked away from her, not closing my eyes. She didn't say anything, but squatted down next to me and said to let me know if it felt too hot.
I said "Mmm," and turned around to see my aunt holding a ladle of warm water in one hand, and reaching the other hand towards my crotch to hold my penis. She placed her thumb and forefinger on the glans, poured water over it, and immediately rubbed it with her thumb and forefinger, then asked, "Is it hot?" My aunt's hands felt small, with some calluses on her palms, but her fingers were long. Seeing that I didn't answer, she looked up and noticed my gaze fixed on her hand holding my penis, and blushed. This time, she didn't pinch me, but asked again, "Is the water hot?"
"It's not hot."
My aunt continued to pour water with one hand while rubbing my penis with the other. Later, I couldn't feel the pain anymore, but it became increasingly numb and itchy. Then, my penis, like a fierce warrior, suddenly broke free from my aunt's hand and stood up. Water droplets from the glans splashed onto my aunt's face. I was completely dumbfounded, opening my mouth but not hearing myself speak.
My aunt was so startled by what I did that she froze on the spot. I don't know if it was a few seconds or tens of seconds before I said, "Aunt, don't pinch me, I didn't mean to."
"Pfft." My aunt laughed, clearly also thinking of the story about "pinching," and then flicked my younger brother, saying, "If you can do that, then it means you're okay. Does it still hurt?"
"pain."
"Do you want it watered again?"
"want."
"Here's a ladle, use it to ladle the water yourself." After saying that, she got up and walked towards the door. I saw that she seemed to want to turn around and look at me, but perhaps sensing that I was watching her, she paused for a moment and then went out.
They don't talk while eating, and they don't talk while watching TV.
"Aunt, are you angry with me?" I lay on the kang for a long time, unable to sleep. I curled up in the quilt and lay diagonally towards her. In the darkness, I could see that she seemed to be staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. I spoke up.
"without."
"Then you're ignoring me."
My aunt glanced in my direction, then turned back to look at the roof without saying a word.
"Auntie."
"Don't call me Auntie," Auntie suddenly said, her voice a little loud.
I sensed she was a little angry, and I didn't know how to respond to that question in this situation, so I just kept quiet.
My aunt seemed to sigh, and after a long pause, she said, "Xiaolin, you're all grown up now, there are some things you should understand. So..." She turned her back to me before continuing, "He's not quite right. I saw how big you've grown, even bigger than him, so I lost my temper. It was my fault. I spoil you, I pamper you, nothing more. If anything I did bothered you or made you think otherwise, I'm sorry. This is a secret I'm telling you, just like I've told you before, I won't tell anyone else, and you shouldn't tell anyone either. Go to sleep."
I understood immediately: "He" is my uncle, "he" is his, and "you" are mine. These words buzzed in my mind, and then suddenly stirred up the evil that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time. That's what I thought, and do you think so too?
Just as I was about to say something, I heard my aunt crying, seemingly sobbing softly under the covers. I panicked immediately, rushed over, and wiped her face with my hand; it was covered in tears.
"Auntie, don't cry," I said, my voice trembling with tears.
"You're not answering me, does it mean you hate me? Do you look down on me? Do you...?"
"No, no, I just don't know how to answer."
"Then you must hate me."
"I didn't, I swear. It's just that what I thought was the same as what my aunt said about my other thoughts, so I..."
"Stop talking, it's impossible, we are..." My aunt interrupted me, but before she could finish, I covered her mouth with the hand I used to wipe her tears.
"Please, don't tell me. If you do, I'll lose all hope," I said.
My aunt suddenly turned around, staring at me with wide eyes, her gaze filled with shock and a hint of unspoken expectation.
I felt my aunt's breath getting hot on my face, and I mustered up the courage to look into her eyes, but she looked away.
"Auntie, I'd like to share a blanket with you tonight."
My aunt neither agreed nor disagreed. I gently touched the edge of her blanket with my hand, and finding it wasn't blocked, I slipped inside. My legs touched hers, and I could feel the fine downy hair on her legs. Her legs were taut and trembling slightly. Just as I was about to press closer, she said, "Turn around."
I obediently turned around, and my aunt naturally put one hand under my neck and the other under my waist on my lower abdomen. Suddenly, this scene felt familiar and warm.
"Auntie, is mine big?"
"Um."
How big is it?
The hand that was on my penis slipped inside my underwear, grasped it, and squeezed it.
"That's how big it is." Chapter Three: When the flowers bloomed, the red apricot blossoms were etched into my heart. My name is Zhu Xiaolin, I am 30 years old, and I work for a real estate development company in Wuhan. My annual income plus bonuses is 140,000 yuan, which makes me a mid-level employee. I am unmarried.
Her name is Lu Xiaojun, she is 38 years old, and she runs a stationery and sporting goods store in a small county in Shaanxi Province. She earns more than 10,000 yuan a month, is self-employed, and has a harmonious family.
Compared to my relatively comfortable life now, what leaves the deepest impression on me is my childhood. My friends and I would get together to catch crickets and have them fight. Winter was even more fun; several families would gather to watch TV. Thinking back now, I can remember every single show.
My hometown is quite poor. I visited it a month ago. Apart from repairing some roads and building a few houses, which improved living conditions, nothing else has changed much.
In July, my hometown is lush with greenery and wildflowers in full bloom. Walking along the country lanes always brings a sense of joy, and even the most annoying little things seem to disappear with the cool breeze.
Several apricot trees grow in front of my house, and they are in full bloom. A gentle breeze makes the apricot blossoms dance. It's July again, and the apricot blossoms are in bloom once more, but this year I'm all alone. That year…
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"Auntie, is mine big?"
??? "Um."
How big is it?
The hand that was on my lower abdomen slipped inside my underwear, grasped it, and squeezed it.
"That's how big it is."
I racked my brains and finally came up with a sentence: "Auntie, I want to turn around so you can hold me, and I want to hold you too."
??? "no."
My aunt held my little brother tightly and said that her lips were very close to my ear, making it tickle.
I turned around forcefully as if possessed. My aunt exclaimed "Oh!" and, seeing how disobedient I was, she turned around shyly and lay down, facing the ceiling, not looking at me. She also removed the hand that was holding my penis and placed it between my legs. I could clearly feel her fist clenched tightly.
"Auntie, are you going to hit me? I'm so nervous and scared. Please don't hit me." I placed my hand on her clenched fist and said softly, my voice trembling.
My aunt didn't say anything, but she loosened her fist and grasped my hand instead. Encouraged, I moved closer to her and said, "Auntie, are you nervous too?"
My aunt suddenly turned her head, and before I knew it, her face was pressed against my lips. Her face was even hotter than when I was sick with a high fever. At that time, although I didn't know why, I wasn't stupid enough to think it was just a cold.
Just like that mediocre line from a third-rate movie goes, sex is something you learn without a teacher. Completely clueless about sex, my aunt's face touched my lips, and it was like a raging fire meeting dry tinder; my whole body felt like it was being boiled. I suddenly hugged her and pressed my lips to hers.
My lips were still pressed together, but I didn't dare to breathe. After all, I was just a junior high school student. Even though my aunt had spoiled me and given me some courage, I was still the kind of person who had guts but no sense.
I held my breath, squinting my lips against my aunt's, watching her big eyes stare at me, her heavy breaths hitting my face. My body felt like it was about to explode, my little brother pressed hard against her thigh, and one hand tightly hugged her waist.
"Ah." A minute later, I finally couldn't hold on any longer, and I let go of her, facing the ceiling and panting heavily. Kissing while holding my breath was really too tiring.
"Heh." My aunt chuckled at this moment, looking at me gently as I gasped for breath, and said softly, "Close your eyes."
The moment I closed my eyes, my aunt gently turned my face towards hers, without pulling away. She lightly rubbed my earlobe with her fingertips, and then I felt her lips slowly press against mine. What did it feel like? Soft and warm, even hotter than her cheeks. I was stunned. So this is what a kiss is—a gentle touch, not like those sudden, forceful bites in the movies.
My aunt's lips pinched my lower lip, licked it with her tongue, then moved to my upper lip, and then my lips were completely enveloped by her lips. She sucked on them, then stuck out her tongue and licked them from left to right.
I suddenly felt terrible. I clenched my fists, trembling, and bit my teeth so hard they were throbbing.
At that moment, I felt my aunt's tongue enter my mouth and lick my teeth. I didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid that I might accidentally bite her tongue.
"Open your mouth." My aunt covered my face with both hands, straightened it, and mumbled.
I didn't hear what my aunt said. Opening my eyes in the darkness, I saw her turn over, facing me, and her lips pressed against mine again. This time, there was no kiss on the lips; her tongue went straight in, parting my lips. I forgot to clench my teeth when I opened my eyes, and felt her soft tongue gently pry open my teeth and touch my tongue.
My head was buzzing, and I forgot where I was, but my consciousness became clearer and clearer, and all the programs were replaying in my mind.
My aunt started vigorously fiddling with my tongue, licking, sucking, and nibbling it repeatedly. I finally realized that the main purpose of kissing was to bite the tongue.
I started responding to her, and at her prompting, I stuck my tongue into her mouth. My aunt was stunned for a moment, then opened her eyes and saw that I hadn't closed my eyes as she had told me to, but was staring at her with wide eyes. Then she suddenly sucked my tongue into her mouth and bit it hard. My tongue was almost sucked off, and she even bit it. I was in pain and tears were streaming down my face, but I didn't dare to be angry. I just looked at her pitifully.
My aunt seemed to realize she had bitten me a bit too hard. She touched my face and said softly, "It's your fault for being disobedient." I said, feeling wronged, that I couldn't help myself.
My aunt didn't hear me clearly and asked me what I said. My tongue hurt, so I slowed down and said, "Aunt, do you want to suck my tongue into your mouth and play with it by yourself? Or would it be better if it were in my mouth? Think about it, and I'll let you suck it."
My aunt blushed bright red and was about to pinch me when I said, "Auntie, I couldn't help but open my eyes just now because I wanted to look at you."
My aunt seemed to snap out of her daze when she heard what I said. She reached out and drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. I could no longer see her, but I could hear her breathing right beside me.
The wind rustled the leaves outside, and occasionally a cricket chirped. I was just thinking that it was a dark and windy night, and the house was even darker than outside, so no one could see anyone else, which was perfect for doing naughty things, when I felt my aunt's hand slip into my underwear and grasp my penis. My penis bounced back as if in return. My aunt's hand then moved down, gently pinching my testicles, and then up again, grasping my penis and stroking it.
How could a virgin's body withstand such caresses? After only a few strokes, my whole body went numb, and all my desire gushed out with my aunt's caresses.
At that time, I felt ashamed, angry, and upset. I never thought I was so pathetic. The thought of losing face in front of my aunt made me extremely annoyed.
My aunt was very quiet. She gently wiped the semen off her hands on my underwear, then took off my underwear, covered my penis and testicles, and gently rubbed them. After a while, my penis stood up like a tiger's army.
I was so happy to find my aunt's lips and gently kiss them. I imitated what she had done earlier, licking her lips and gently prying open her teeth. Before I could even stick my tongue in, she stuck out her tongue and actively intertwined it with mine, responding passionately.
I didn't care whether my tongue hurt or the back of my tongue hurt. The wonderful and intoxicating taste made me so happy that I forgot everything else. My mouth was full of my aunt's saliva. Some of it flowed down my cheeks onto the pillow, and some I swallowed without thinking.
The intense, wet kiss ignited all the desire in my body. I hugged her like a little wolf, clamping one of her legs between mine, my thigh naturally pressed against the base of her thigh.
My little brother was pressing against my aunt's lower abdomen, and her inner thighs were pressed against my thighs. I could clearly feel that the area covered by her underwear was soft and a little damp. Instead of hugging her, I put my hand on my aunt's buttocks, and followed it down to find that soft and wet spot through her underwear. I touched it.
Suddenly, my aunt hugged me tightly from behind, stopped kissing me, put her head on my neck, and held me close.
As if receiving instructions, I removed her leg from between her legs and then reached out to touch her. Her panties were already wet and clinging to her skin; my fingers ran over them and rubbed them—they were soaked.
My aunt hugged me even tighter. I touched her knees and then moved my hand up her body. Her big, round bottom seemed to be covered in sweat and felt sticky.
I grew bolder and reached into my aunt's underwear, pinching her buttocks repeatedly. Her heavy breathing brushed against my neck, making me flustered, and my hand slid down her buttocks.
I suddenly thought that when the phrase "as inseparable as lacquer" was coined by our ancestors, were they perhaps entwined with their beloved women? Because at this moment, my first feeling as I put my hand inside my aunt's underwear was exactly that of "as inseparable as lacquer."
My aunt's lower body was sticky, and her underwear was soaked. I could only reach a little bit when I reached behind her, so I moved my hand up along her buttocks, wiping the water on her buttocks and underwear. Then I touched her lower abdomen and moved my hand down her lower abdomen.
My first impression was of dense, stiff, curly pubic hair. I gently scratched the hair a couple of times and then moved my hand down until I touched that soft, wet area.
My aunt trembled slightly and said in a muffled voice, "Be gentle."
I obediently stroked my vulva with my palm, then pressed my whole hand against it, leaving it wet, before sliding down to my pubic hair and kneading it.
My aunt could no longer withstand the teasing. She gasped for breath, and my hand moved down again, my fingers tracing up and down her vulva. My aunt bit my neck, sucking hard, and I could feel her trembling and her discomfort, so I traced her fingers even faster.
My aunt reached in, took my finger, and pushed it through a hole, then pulled it out and put it back in.
I finally figured it out: what made my aunt feel good wasn't the up-and-down motion on her vulva, but the in-and-out motion inside that hole.
My aunt's hand started gripping my wrist, and my fingers slowly thrust in and out, feeling the warmth inside, the fluid, the folds, and the contractions. My underwear was a bit tight, restricting my wrist movement, so I pulled it off and continued gently thrusting.
My aunt picked up her underwear that I had taken off and put it under her buttocks. Then she held my penis and stroked it back and forth for a while. She stopped, grabbed my hand for a while, and then held my penis with her wet hand and continued to stroke it.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and as if I understood something, I climbed onto her belly.
My aunt pushed my stomach with her hand, seemingly forbidding me. I insisted, and she stopped resisting, spreading her legs apart a little and then gently clamping my ankles between her legs.
I pressed down, my little brother pressing against that wet spot, but couldn't find the opening. I tried again, but still couldn't find it. Suddenly, I remembered a line from that storybook, and blurted out, "I can't find the temple door."
My aunt didn't say anything, and I couldn't see her expression. She gently pulled my penis, and then I inserted it.
I almost couldn't hold back again. I clenched my teeth and stopped for a while before the urge to ejaculate subsided. My aunt gently put her hands on my shoulders, then moved them down to my buttocks and gently pushed them in.
I no longer cared about ejaculating or not, and slowly thrust in and out. With each movement, I heard my aunt's soft sobs. After a few more movements, the sound grew louder, like crying. I didn't know it was a moan and thought she was in pain, so I stopped thrusting.
My aunt still didn't say anything, but pushed me away again with the hand on my buttocks, and I continued thrusting. After a few thrusts, my aunt started moaning softly again. Hearing her moans, I felt like I was on drugs, and I couldn't care less about anything else, so I started thrusting hard. My aunt's hands also started to grip my buttocks tightly.
I couldn't help but ejaculate again after only a few moments. To this day, I can still clearly remember the scene when my little brother ejaculated inside my aunt's vagina, and I can also clearly remember the contractions of my aunt's vagina as I ejaculated.
I lay on my aunt's body, panting heavily. My aunt held my head in her hands, running her fingers through my hair and rubbing it.
After a while, when I caught my breath, I felt my aunt's bra pressing against my buttocks. I tried to take my penis out, but my aunt pressed down on my buttocks to stop me. She stroked my buttocks in circles for a while before saying, "Who was it that said they couldn't find the temple gate? They've only been in the temple for a short time and they're already unable to go on and want to come out."
My aunt whispered in my ear, but her tone was a little mischievous. I didn't know if it was because the room was dark with the curtains drawn, or because what she had just done had crossed our line.
Hearing this, my little brother poked his head up in dissatisfaction. My aunt already knew that my little brother would get hard again soon after ejaculating, and seeing this, she just gently patted my head. I said, "Aunt, do you want to do it again?"
My aunt didn't say anything, but gestured for me to get down. I obediently pulled out my little brother and lay down next to her.
My aunt wiped her genitals with the underwear she had on her bottom, then wiped mine as well. Seeing that my little brother was still bouncing around uncontrollably, she pinched it and said, "Why are you so disobedient?"
I turned around and watched her throw her underwear on the ground and turn to look at me. She stared at me for a long time before finally saying, "Auntie is a bad person, Auntie is a bad person."
I knew my aunt was upset about this, so I said, "Auntie isn't a bad person, Auntie is a good person, Xiaolin is a bad person."
When my aunt saw me saying such silly things, she laughed and said, "You're such a bad person, you even know how to find the temple gate." I just grinned foolishly.
My aunt looked at me gently, reached out and touched my head, and said, "Xiao Lin, your aunt is on good terms with you now, so you have to be good to your aunt from now on."
I nodded vigorously and said, "Yes."
My aunt chuckled and said, "You're such a silly goose, you must have copied all your grades."
I remained silent, offering a silent protest.
Auntie said affectionately, "I know, Xiaolin is good to me, Xiaolin is sensible."
I gently wrapped my arms around my aunt, resting my head on her breast, and it felt wonderful. After a while, my aunt touched my ear and said, "Want to nurse?"
I said, "Yes."
Later, I became quite adept at using the local dialect's three-step method of sex, "touching breasts, kissing, and inserting into the hole." At that time, I even skipped the first step and went straight for the target. Fortunately, my aunt made up for it for me.
My aunt took off her bra herself. I held one in my hand and sucked on the other, gently licking and then sucking hard, then switched and continued.
My aunt ran her hands through my hair, gently rubbing it in sync with my movements.
Back then, I was only interested in breasts that were covered up. If they were taken off, I would just smack them a couple of times and that was it. I was just thinking that my aunt might like it, so I wanted to make her happy.
I released my hand from her breast and traced it down her stomach, through the jungle to a stream where the water was overflowing.
I knew the ropes well, and I inserted my middle finger directly into the water. My aunt groaned and suddenly lifted her buttocks. I pulled out and quickly inserted it again. My aunt tried to stop me from inserting it, but instead lifted my buttocks, indicating that I should climb on top of her.
This time I still couldn't find the temple door, and it was her hand that guided me in. I found that if I inserted it gently a few times and then quickly inserted it once, my aunt's moans would become louder, so I repeated this action.
My aunt put my head on her chest, and I started thrusting in and out while licking her nipples.
It was a bit stuffy under the covers, so I threw them off. I felt my aunt's legs suddenly spread wide apart and then wrap around my waist. I felt like I was about to explode, so I grabbed my aunt's legs with both hands, pressed my face against them, held on tightly, and then thrust into her hard.
My aunt was biting the blanket, but I could clearly hear her moans getting louder and louder. Listening to her sobbing, I wanted to insert my whole body into her…
This time it took a while. My aunt arrived first, and I couldn't help but burst out when I felt her convulsions.
After that, we just hugged each other and talked a lot, from the past to the future. At that time, neither of us thought we were lovers, but we did what lovers should do.
Nowadays, who would make love and then, instead of turning away to sleep, snuggle up and talk to each other? So, even if it was a tragic fate, looking back on that feeling now, it was truly wonderful.
The next day, the sun was so bright that I couldn't sleep anymore. When I opened my eyes to get up, I saw my aunt taking out new underwear from my bag, and my heart warmed.
I pushed open the door, and the apricot blossoms in front of it were blown down by the wind, dancing in the air. She was washing clothes under the tree. I softly called out, "Auntie," and she turned around, her face beaming with a smile. (Finally getting to the point. I've been a bit busy with work lately, and I originally planned to update in a few days, but seeing friends urging me, I squeezed in two hours to write this. Sorry for the rush. The next update might be a little late.)
Chapter Four: A Secluded Valley Orchid; A Lush Green Field, Sleeping Together Under a Large Blanket
In a sense, my hometown is like a paradise to me. When I'm excited and need to release my emotions, there are green mountains and clear waters; when I'm wronged and need to vent my frustrations, there are winding streams; when I'm working hard and tired away from home, there are endless beautiful memories to calm my mind.
I'm a little afraid to reminisce, because all I can recall are beautiful things, things I now yearn for but can never have.
As for Jun'er and me, it's something we can't let go of once we start. Like the first two times, even though there were some things I didn't really like, I was willing to do them for her. But once you start something like this, there's no stopping it.
By then, it was the fourth year of the program to convert farmland back to forest, and the green hills and fields were a testament to its effectiveness.
The lush greenery covering the mountains mirrored my own joy as I followed behind my aunt. Having just entered adulthood, I found my aunt beautiful in every way, like a woman with a graceful figure and a fragrant back, just like those described in martial arts novels.
Thinking about it, I looked at my aunt's buttocks. Her pants were brown, and the lines from her underwear outlined the shape of her buttocks, which were big and round, bouncing along the narrow path.
“You go first.” My aunt stopped, her face flushed, and glared at me, her eyes full of embarrassment.
I didn't listen to her and walk ahead; instead, I walked alongside her. The path was narrow, and I kept bumping into her arm. Some of it was unintentional, and some was deliberate.
"Stop fooling around, get to work. You'll get heatstroke in this scorching sun." My aunt grabbed my wrist, preventing me from moving, and pulled me forward.
"Auntie, what color is it?"
She ignored me and just pulled me forward.
“Red. I know,” I said again. I’d only ever seen her drying clothes in the yard; they were red.
"You're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you? In broad daylight, you actually..." My aunt seemed to have reached her limit and grabbed my ear, but it didn't hurt at all.
I picked up where she left off, saying, "In broad daylight, he actually dared to harass a respectable woman, and not just any woman, but my aunt."
My aunt patted my head and said, "Don't do that, it will embarrass me."
I rubbed my nose and said, "Auntie, I'm just afraid you'll ignore me from now on. I only have..."
My aunt pulled my wrist and continued walking: "You little brat, you're so clever. No matter what happens between us, I'm still your aunt, not your wife. You can't say those things to me, do you understand? You'll understand later. Once you understand, I hope you won't hate me."
I fell silent—silent while walking, silent while working. I'm not stupid; I've always been seen as a good child by others—a good student, polite, and I always thought so too. Until that year when I looked up and saw that gentle face, it was deeply etched into my heart; until that night when she held my little brother in her hazy embrace, it was as if she held my youthful, ignorant love in her hands; until last night's passionate embrace, it burned my heart.
At the time, I couldn't describe what kind of feeling it was. It wasn't love, but something beyond familial affection, something that broke taboos. I just didn't want to lose anything, neither the person nor the relationship. That's why I used my childish methods to try and hold on, but I never expected it would backfire so badly, leaving me filled with regret.
The silence between the two made the mountain village seem especially quiet. I occasionally looked up at her, working in the fields surrounded by the surrounding mountains.
"A secluded orchid in a secluded valley"—this phrase, originally used to describe a beautiful woman, comes to mind. Is she my beautiful woman? Is she really my beautiful woman? Probably not.
“Take a break, it’s too hot today,” my aunt said, standing up.
I followed her to the cornfield next to us to find some shade. As soon as I crawled into the cornfield, I felt cool. I took off my shirt, wiped my sweat, put it on the ground, and then sat down on it.
“Don’t take it off, you’ll catch a cold,” my aunt said.
"It's okay, I'm perfectly healthy."
My aunt didn't say anything. She took off her hat and gloves, poured a glass of water, handed it to me, and said, "Drink this."
I took the water glass and looked at the sweat on her face, wanting to ask her to wipe it off, but before I could say anything, she wiped the sweat away with her sleeve.
I couldn't find anything to talk about, so I just drank water. Occasionally, I would steal glances at her and feel like she was looking at me too. When our eyes met, she would turn her head away, as if she was about to say something but then didn't.
The phone rang, breaking our silence.
The wind rustled the corn leaves. I listened closely and heard my aunt say "uh-huh" a few times before hanging up. Then she said to me, "Your dad called. He'll come pick us up later. Things are almost done in the county town. We're moving tonight." She paused, as if explaining to me or talking to herself, "The truck was loaded too high during the day, and the traffic management bureau wouldn't let it pass."
Hearing this made me suddenly feel very sad. I had been thinking that happiness had come too suddenly, and then it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, so cold and hard. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face, and I was sobbing.
My aunt hugged me and said, "Don't be sad, your aunt is right here."
I hugged her waist, sobbing and whimpering, saying, "I don't want to leave my aunt, I want to hold you like this forever."
After a while, I calmed down and stopped crying, but my aunt still didn't say anything. I looked up and saw her face covered in tears, and I immediately felt annoyed. I must have upset her.
I reached out and wiped away her tears, saying, "Auntie, don't cry. I promise I won't make you sad again."
My aunt shook her head, held my hand, and said softly, "Auntie is committing a sin."
I knew what she was talking about, and retorted, "Doesn't your aunt like Xiaolin?"
Aunt shook her head.
I added, "Xiaolin also likes his aunt."
My aunt said, "Is that enough?"
“That’s enough. The most important thing is that you like it,” I said confidently.
My aunt touched my face and said gently, "You're just talking like a child. When you grow up, you'll regret it and hate me."
"No!" I said loudly, my eyes filled with determination.
My aunt was startled and quickly covered my mouth with her hand, whispering, "Be careful someone hears."
On such a hot day, apart from the chirping of insects, there was no one else around. I blinked and mischievously licked her finger.
“Disgusting.” My aunt removed her hand. Seeing my tongue sticking out, she ran her finger over it and said, “Aren’t you ashamed?”
I said shamelessly, "Auntie, give me a kiss."
My aunt ignored me, probably feeling embarrassed in broad daylight. I put my arm around her shoulder and tried to kiss her lips. She flinched and didn't say anything.
I kissed her ear and whispered, "Auntie, after we move, I might not be able to whisper sweet nothings to you anymore."
These words were like a cup of sweet water laced with aphrodisiac, instantly igniting my aunt's evasive heart. She gripped my waist tightly with both hands. As if given a command, I bit her earlobe, then dragged my long tongue across her cheek, kissing her lips.
“Don’t do it here.” My aunt pulled me up, grabbed my arm, and led me deeper into the cornfield, holding my clothes in her other hand.
As soon as she stopped, I couldn't wait to hug her, my hands roaming over her body. She affectionately ruffled my hair, letting me do whatever I wanted, her face full of tenderness.
I reached into her clothes and touched her bra, wanting to take it off, but I couldn't figure it out. My aunt kindly reached behind her and unhooked the bra. I hurriedly grabbed her two big, firm breasts and gently kneaded them. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and I flicked them with my fingers.
I looked up and saw my aunt's blushing face looking at me. I leaned in, and her lips came down, burning hot.
Neither of us closed our eyes, perhaps because we felt we'd never have another chance like this in the county town; this might be our last indulgence. She took the initiative, prying open my teeth and drawing out my tongue, which intertwined with hers. The taste on our tongues was unforgettable, and my aunt wasn't satisfied with just kissing; she gently pressed my head down.
Her clothes were already unbuttoned. I gently bit one of her nipples, and my aunt took a deep breath and pressed my head down. With one hand, I continued to play with the other nipple, while with the other hand, I grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them.
I looked up and asked, "Auntie, what color is it?"
“Red,” my aunt said softly, her voice trembling.
I pressed myself tightly against her body, my little brother standing erect, pointing towards her lower body. My aunt reached out and unbuckled my belt, my pants fell to the ground, and then she grabbed my buttocks, gently kneading my testicles with one hand.
I let go of her breasts and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, mimicking how she kneaded my buttocks, pinching hers from the back of her thighs up and down, back and forth.
Suddenly she bit my ear and licked it a few times. It tickled so much that I couldn't stand it, so I said, "Auntie has only ever done this to you in my entire life."
As she spoke, she slowly squatted down, bit my nipple, and gently sucked and licked it. My whole body went numb; I never thought this could happen. Thinking about what she whispered in my ear, I was filled with emotion.
My aunt's tongue went down to my navel, and then she stopped. I looked down and saw her holding my penis in her hands. After looking at it for a while, she opened her mouth and took it in.
The warm, burning pleasure had already devoured my little brother like my aunt's mouth. I felt her tongue teasing my glans, and all sorts of itchy sensations reached deep into my heart, an unbearable stimulation. I couldn't help but hold her head in my hands, moving in and out with her rhythm.
I couldn't hold on much longer and tried to pull out, but my aunt held my buttocks down tightly, preventing me from moving. Then all my lust erupted into her mouth. Before I could pull out my penis, the overwhelming pleasure made me hold my aunt's head down tightly.
After a while, my aunt shook her head, signaling me to take my hand away.
As soon as I took my hand away, my aunt turned her head and vomited next to me.
I squatted down beside her to look at her, only to find her face covered in tears. I realized I had hurt her, so I hugged her and said, "Auntie, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
My aunt looked at me gently and said, "No. It's just that I want you to remember me forever. I've only ever seen this person on TV. I've never had him. This person is only for you."
When I heard this, I suddenly burst into tears and cried, "But the last thing I want is to see you cry."
Aunt turned her head and said, "Silly child."
I suddenly hugged her and kissed her; the semen still lingered on her lips, smelling fishy.
"No, that's dirty!" my aunt said urgently.
I protested, saying, "Auntie, don't you think I'm dirty?"
"You're such a fool." Aunt wiped her mouth with her sleeve and spat a few more times.
I played with my aunt's tongue, and thinking about how she had just played with my little brother, I became extremely excited. I imitated what my aunt had done, kissing her lips, chin, breasts, belly, and navel, and then I was about to take her belt.
“No, that’s dirty,” my aunt said, cupping my head in her hands.
I didn't say anything, and continued to undo her belt. She didn't speak, but just held my head in her hands. The belt was off, and her pants were pulled down to her calves. Sure enough, there were red underwear in front of me, with a few strands of hair peeking out. My aunt let out a muffled groan and closed her legs together.
I gently bit the steamed bun through my underwear, my saliva soaking the fabric and making a few tufts of hair stand out.
I pressed my face against my aunt's lower body, wrapped my arms around her buttocks, and rubbed them for a while before gently pulling down her underwear from behind.
My aunt's fingers, which were tucked in my hair, suddenly grabbed my hair and whispered, "No."
I ignored her and continued to gently pull down, all the way to the bend of my knees.
My face remained pressed against her lower body, and my nose touched the water from her underwear; it tasted fishy.
My aunt was still holding my hair, her legs pressed tightly together. I inserted my fingers between her legs; it was already soaking wet.
I gently stirred, and my aunt slowly loosened my hair and pressed my head down. I looked up at her, and as if by telepathy, she squatted down, placed my clothes under her, lay down with her eyes closed, and then covered her face with her bra.
I silently watched her indulgence of me, even though she was a little embarrassed, closing her eyes and covering her face with something. Suddenly, I felt a warm feeling. I gently took off her shoes, slowly pulled down her pants, crawled over to her side through the weeds in the cornfield, removed the bra covering her face, and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I like you."
My aunt stroked my face, nodded, and said, "Mmm."
I lay in her arms, one hand holding her chest, looking up at the corn leaves that blocked out the sky, and thought to myself, this is our little nest.
My aunt seemed to think the same way, looking at me with a face full of love. I lay on top of her, grasped her two soft breasts, and gently kissed them.
Continuing downstream, I came to the grassy area beside the stream again. My cheek pressed against the grass, feeling its dappled texture, I couldn't help but lick her groin. My aunt groaned, her legs curling up. Then I saw the spring of the stream, its waters flowing freely. Thinking of how good my aunt had been to me, I kissed her without hesitation.
My aunt let out a deep breath and pressed my head down tightly. I choked on the saliva in my mouth and wanted to get up to spit it out, but then I remembered my aunt's tears and the words she had said to me that were only for me. I was moved and swallowed it; it tasted salty.
I used my tongue as a finger and began to attack my aunt's lower body in the same way, but as a novice, I still couldn't get the hang of it. Even though I used the three moves of licking, poking, and sucking repeatedly, I could never satisfy her.
My aunt gently pulled my head up to her clitoris, then parted her labia with her hand. At her signal, I licked the raised bump with my tongue, and sure enough, my aunt trembled noticeably, and her moans grew louder.
My aunt had already arched her back and started grabbing my head. When I looked up, she kissed me.
I tried my best to respond, wanting to stuff my whole tongue into her mouth. She became even more eager, her heavy breathing hitting my face, and she couldn't even swallow her saliva in time.
My aunt took my penis in her hand and stroked it back and forth; I knew she wanted it. I gently wrapped my arms around her neck, put her on the ground, knelt down on her, lowered my head, and kissed her tongue. My penis hardened in the mud and went in.
My aunt murmured, her eyes filled with tears and shyness, as she gently bit my tongue and mumbled, "You're going to kill me."
I looked at her tenderly and said, "Your life is my life."
My aunt wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs clamping around my buttocks, her eyes closed, and pushed me in. I endured the tingling sensation at the head of my penis and thrust deeply inside her. My aunt seemed unable to bear this torment and held me tightly, preventing me from moving. I pressed myself against her, sweat clinging to both of us, completely reigniting my lust. I didn't care about anything else and began to thrust wildly back and forth.
Perhaps because she was aroused, her aunt came very quickly. The little brother inside the hole felt her contractions; with each squeeze, the little brother would spring back.
I waited for my aunt's climax to subside before slowly resuming my thrusting. My aunt held my face in her hand and couldn't help but kiss me, saying, "You're my nemesis."
Hearing her words reignited the burning passion in my heart, and I hugged her neck, thrusting hard.
The sounds of "slapping" echoed loudly in the silent valley, heavy breathing rose from the depths of the cornfield, and two pale, white bodies intertwined on the lush green ground. I could no longer restrain myself; I bit my aunt's ear, and the passion within me surged forth again, wave after wave, just like my breath on her ear…
"Auntie, does it hurt?" I asked her, seeing the red bruises on her back from the weeds on the ground.
My aunt gently pulled my face very close to hers and whispered, "You jerk."
I looked on in surprise, while she was filled with embarrassment.
When I came out of the cornfield, the sun was already quite low in the sky. I looked at her and asked if she still wanted to work. She said to go back and prepare for her dad and the others to arrive soon. I said okay. "Auntie, I bumped into something too hard just now. My stomach hurts."
My aunt suddenly turned around, gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard." Then she ignored me and walked home.
"Auntie, will you still talk to me in the county town?"
"Yes, it will," my aunt said after a moment of silence.
After that, I kept wondering if my aunt would still be this close to me, and if she would really ignore me as she said.
My thoughts drifted back to reality. I was still standing by the apricot tree in front of my house, picking up a petal. In the petal, Jun'er's smiling face seemed to be saying, "I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."
My aunt never spoke to me again. The only one who cared about me after that was my Jun'er. (End of Part One)

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