My silly cousin (01)

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"Zhiqing! Over here!" A middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man in the distance raised their hands high, waving incessantly at me. "Uncle, Auntie!" I shouted back. I looked like a country bumpkin visiting the city. This wasn't entirely my fault, because I was just a small-town resident in a second or third-tier city, unlike those accustomed to big cities. This was Hong Kong, bigger and more beautiful than I had imagined. First, I started from my small town, took the light rail to Guangzhou, and then flew from Baiyun Airport to Hong Kong. Many people wondered why I didn't take a direct bus. Because I'd never done one before! After graduating from university, I wasn't in a rush to find a job. For someone like me, a flower in a greenhouse, I wanted to see the world. I'd never flown on a plane before, and I wanted to try it; I'd never traveled abroad before, and I wanted to try it. The world is so big, I wanted to see it. My first stop was Hong Kong. Because my uncle and aunt live there. I didn't dare go too far alone, because I'm timid. I just wanted to experience the feeling of traveling. Yet, like a little puppy, I dared not stray too far from home. Stepping out of the airport felt amazing! Even the air felt unfamiliar. The night sky was ablaze with lights, and for a moment I felt like I lived in a city that never sleeps! As soon as I reached the exit, my uncle rushed over and grabbed my luggage. My aunt took my hand and led me quickly to the taxi stand. Perhaps we're used to the fast pace of life in Hong Kong, because with this push and pull, I started running too. Sure enough, there was a long queue of people waiting for taxis. Even though it was already 9 pm, today being the fifth day of the 2016 Lunar New Year, Hong Kong's New Year holiday isn't as long as on the mainland, and many people had already returned to work on the fourth day. My uncle works as a steelworker in Hong Kong, and my aunt is a cook in a teahouse. Their jobs aren't prestigious, but they're decent enough. The family of three—my uncle, aunt, and son—attends a public school. They got public housing a couple of years ago. Public housing is very popular in Hong Kong; it's more than three times cheaper than many private apartments, and after a certain number of years, you can apply for renewal or even buy out the property. The family of three lived on the uncle's salary, not wealthy, but content and happy. This was quite rare in Hong Kong. It was 9 o'clock, just lunchtime in Hong Kong. We took a taxi to the uncle's house. His house was only a little over 30 square meters, which, converted to feet in Hong Kong, would be about 300 square feet. But even 30 square meters would be an astronomical sum in a private apartment, unimaginable and unbearable for most people. The uncle told me that in the city center it would be around HK$2.6 million. Of course, in a more remote area, it would be at least HK$1.48 million. "This can't compare to your house. Hong Kong has the worst living conditions," the uncle said, while his aunt echoed from the kitchen. "If business hadn't been a bit difficult back then, I would never have thought of coming to Hong Kong to work."
The word "failure" was rarely uttered by a man. "Uncle, you can come back. It's been so many years, come back! My mom misses you all, and my father-in-law always mentions you at meals." "I miss Dad too. How have you been all these years?" "My father-in-law is doing well. He hasn't had a relapse since he was discharged from the hospital a few years ago." "That's good. When you go back this time, tell your mom that Dad needs whatever supplements he needs while recuperating. Tell her what to get, preferably imported from Hong Kong, as they're better quality. I'll have someone bring them up." "Okay, Uncle. I'll definitely tell Mom when I get back." "Dinner's ready! Pinjun, come out here. Your cousin came to visit and you didn't even come out to greet her. You're playing video games all day and night, don't know what's important." "Yes~" A lazy voice came from inside the room. Then the door slowly opened, and a young man who looked like he hadn't seen the sun in ages slowly walked out. This is my cousin, Pinjun. He's 15 years old, only 160 cm tall, and looks like a sickly scholar, wearing thick-rimmed black glasses. He was holding a handheld game console, engrossed in what he was trying to figure out. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt; the house wasn't colder than outside, but it wasn't exactly warm either. From his exposed pale legs and completely muscleless arms, it was clear he didn't like exercise. He must have been the kind of lazy student at school. "Why are you so disobedient? Wearing so little in this cold weather!" "Ugh, stop bothering me!" "Zhiqing, don't blame him. That's just how he is, you can't teach him, he plays games all day long." "It's okay, Uncle. I used to be even more rebellious than him." "If only he were half as good as you!" "Stop talking, come and eat." Aunt called out, "Zhiqing, come here quickly." Uncle also grabbed my hand and helped me up. The house was small, and I could only slowly move to the dining table. I put my hands on Pinjun's shoulders, but Pinjun looked surprised and turned to look at me, seemingly puzzled by something. "Pinjun, look! Your cousin is a whole head taller than you. You're such a picky eater, you should be growing at your age!" she scolded, then quickly asked, "Zhiqing, how tall are you?" "Uh... 175." "Wow!" Auntie exclaimed, "My Pinjun is already very tall at 170!" "Hehe, no way! 15 is the time for development, I used to be short too. Haven't you seen my childhood photos?" I, with my well-proportioned figure, wore a white turtleneck sweater. My breasts were developing normally, currently a C cup. I wore trendy skinny jeans. They looked completely covered, yet exuded sexiness and allure. Pinjun turned to look at me, his eyes filled with envy? Excitement? Or admiration? I couldn't tell. But I was certain he was already infatuated with me. After dinner, it was almost midnight, which is considered late for Hong Kong people. The usual 8 pm seating time was two hours later tonight because of my arrival. "Zhiqing, this room is too small for you. How about sleeping with your aunt tonight?" "I'll take a shower first, and then unpack my luggage." "Okay." I don't usually wear a bra to bed because it's bad for my breast development, and it's uncomfortable to not be able to breathe at night. Even so, I did bring a set of very warm pajamas. Although I'm not exactly an old lady, the chance of seeing me exposed is still extremely slim. "How about I sleep with Pinjun tonight?" "Huh?" Pinjun was startled by my sudden question. My uncle slowly waved his hand and said, "No way. A man and a woman." Before he could finish speaking, my aunt said, "What's wrong with that? Didn't you two get along quite well when you were with your sister-in-law?" After unpacking my luggage, I went into Pinjun's room. After rustling around in the blanket, I quickly fell asleep. Besides the fatigue from a long day, I was mostly enveloped in the scent of shampoo from the blanket of this young man. It was so familiar—a faint scent of lavender, the smell of that brand of laundry detergent. There was no boyish odor in the room, probably because Pinjun doesn't like exercise. Around 1:30, the bed started shaking a little. I knew Pinjun had finished showering. As I crawled into bed, I slowly woke up and saw that Pinjun's rather handsome face was flushed, like he had a fever. "Turn off the light, I'm a little tired." Pinjun reached for the light switch by the bedside, "click." The room was dark. "Jun, why aren't you saying anything tonight?" Although Pinjun was already in bed, he was still holding that handheld console. I snatched it from him and pressed the power button. "Hey~ I haven't saved yet." "Sorry, I'll turn it off~" "Sigh, you played all night." "Why? You didn't play games before. How come you're addicted now?" "All my friends at school play it. This is a new game, it's really popular lately."
"You're blushing~ Are you embarrassed?" I reached out and pinched his waist, tickling him. Pinjun had come to my house for a while before. It was around the time he transferred schools in elementary school, I think, and he stayed for almost a month. I miss the feeling of having a little brother back then. "No way. I'm a man!" "Oh, little brat. You really think you're a man!" I couldn't help but chuckle softly. A little middle school student actually said he was a man? "How does it feel to have someone warm your bed~" "It's definitely good." Although the lights were off, the neon lights outside the window still illuminated half the room. "Sis, how old are you?" "I've already graduated from university, how old do you think I am?" "Uh~ I don't know." "25! I'm only telling you because you're my brother. Age is a woman's secret." We were facing each other on the bed, and I guessed that the distance between our noses was only a few centimeters. Although Pin Jun's youthful appearance constantly revealed his immaturity, the air around him did carry a mature scent unique to men. "Jun, what grade are you in now?" "We don't have junior high or high school here, I'm in the second year of junior high." "Oh~" "Sis, do you have a boyfriend?" "Why are you asking this? You're so young~ do you want to go astray?" I couldn't help but pinch his waist again. "No, I was just asking." "Oh~ okay, I'll satisfy your curiosity tonight!" At this age, people start to have a bit of a confused feeling about relationships. I've been there too, back then I also fantasized about having a passionate love affair with the school heartthrob~ my naive thoughts were exactly the same as they were back then. "Not yet. I dated two before, but it both ended because we weren't compatible." "What kind of boys do girls like?" "Do you have a crush on someone?" "No, no, sis, listen to me, I'm just curious." "Oh~ Are you sure you don't?" "No!" "Let me tell you, at your age, you're just curious and naive. You like someone just because you see them. Love in college is barely passable, and it might even have a future." "Really?" "Of course, relationships are never easy. For them to blossom and last is even more precious. Only when you're mature enough to take responsibility can a relationship be considered true love." We talked a lot that night. Things like relationships, girls' feelings, and all sorts of other things. Jun also told me a lot about school. Like, there are some gangsters, and when he talked about it, his face always looked dreamy. Boys this age often have a bit of a hero complex. Time slowly passed, and my eyelids finally couldn't stay awake any longer. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt a hand on my butt. I was startled, but I didn't scream. The hand slowly lingered on my butt, then moved to my waist. After pulling my pajamas aside, Jun actually touched my breasts. He even flicked my nipple with his index finger. I decisively pulled Jun's hand away, pushed back the covers, and slapped him across the face. I glared at him. Jun seemed a little flustered, probably thinking I was asleep. The slap stung his face, and he recoiled like lightning. "Sis," I said, genuinely angry. But a maternal instinct compelled me to hug him. Would that stop his hand? But he was only wearing shorts to bed, and as I held him tightly, his hard penis pressed against my thigh. I felt a little disoriented, but Jun pressed even closer. "Sis, I'm sorry," I said, unsure how to respond. Perhaps I was the one lost in passion? It's been over a year since I broke up with my ex. I don't know how to face my cousin, whom I'm holding tightly. Maybe I should let loose? But I can't shake off my thin, transparent skin. I reached out and touched inside his underwear. After passing through the dense pubic hair, I turned my hand and gently grasped his penis. I gently slid it to the tip, then back. I only heard him clench his teeth, not making a sound. But we were too close, and his breath tickled my ear, making me unbearably aroused. "Sis, you..." "Don't make a sound." "..." I didn't stop. Although my lower body was a little dry, I still gently gripped and stroked it. For a virgin, this was stimulating enough. Soon, he ejaculated all over my palm. "Sis~ ah... ah~" Jun whispered in my ear, afraid the neighbors would hear. But the man's moans and groans only fueled my desire. "Sis, I'm still a virgin." "I know. I can tell from your movements." "Um, can we go all the way?" A normal man's hands would automatically and instinctively caress my body, begging for my affection. But Jun didn't. He seemed to be savoring the pleasure of the moment before, his hands like wood, simply encircling my waist and holding me tightly. I really couldn't resist anymore, could I? I lowered my head and kissed him. He also stuck out his tongue and vigorously entwined it with mine in my mouth. The saliva on my tongue was strongly drawn away by him, like a baby thirsting for its mother's milk. At this moment, Jun finally understood, gently unbuttoning my nightgown with one hand. My white breasts finally saw the light of day, jumping out like little rabbits. His unbuttoned hand grasped my breast, his index finger constantly flicking my nipple. I felt a slight pleasure coming from my breast, and Jun seemed to know my sensitive spots without any instruction, and began to speed up. My nipples slowly hardened. I couldn't resist the tingling sensation. I wanted him to take them in his mouth and suckle like a baby. I gently pushed him away, our saliva forming a thin, crystal-clear line between our lips. I gestured for him to attack my breast. We didn't speak, but he understood perfectly. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, occasionally swirling his tongue around my areola. It was so stimulating! The pleasure was much more intense than using my index finger. At that moment, his penis quickly became erect again. I gently grasped it with my hand, slowly stroking it, caressing the tip like a tender touch. My fingernails were a bit sharp, and I lightly scratched the bulge under his glans. I knew it hurt, but it was incredibly stimulating. Jun couldn't resist and started whispering in my ear again. I didn't stop, but instead increased the speed of my stroking. Soon, he ejaculated again under my skilled touch. I don't know if this is a bad thing; we did a lot that night. But I never crossed that line. After all, I still had many things on my mind that I couldn't let go of. I admit I acted impulsively, but the desire I had stirred up couldn't be extinguished. The next morning, before 6 a.m., I had finished washing up. My aunt and uncle had left early, leaving Pinjun, who still had two days of vacation left, and me alone. "Sis, last night..." I knew what Pinjun wanted to say, but I didn't want to tell him it was just a momentary impulse. So I hugged him tightly. After a long while, "Jun, can you just treat all of this as a dream?" "Sis... I feel my heart pounding, am I falling for you?"
"Silly boy. This isn't liking. You were just seduced by me. I was also at fault last night."
"I apologized to you first. I should have controlled my hands. I want to make you happy. I don't expect you to like me, but I have indeed fallen in love with you." "Can you bring me happiness?" "I don't know." "Confess to me when you're confident you can make me happy. Or I'll wait for you some more."
I knew this was the usual pattern after ambiguity, and I hoped Pinjun would understand. I hoped our sweet nothings would leave a small impression on Pinjun's heart. After all, a child's promise is almost never kept. Just then, I vaguely saw Pinjun stand on tiptoe, wrap his arms around my waist, and ask for another kiss.

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