Wasted Years (Continued 1)

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When my cousin found out, she came to my rented apartment to wait for me. My husband drove me from home to the entrance of the complex. My cousin looked him up and down, exchanged a few polite words, and then went home. My cousin took my hand and led me into the apartment. "Sister, how's brother-in-law?" A barrage of questions came to my face. My cousin, with whom I used to spend every day, kept asking with curious eyes. I said, "Let's sit down and talk slowly." We snuggled together and sat on the edge of the bed. It was late at night, and the room was quiet as we looked out at the round moon hanging in the sky. My cousin then gently patted my breast; "Did brother-in-law pinch you too hard?" "No," I answered, looking up at the ceiling. She then innocently asked, "After brother-in-law's lovemaking, won't your private parts be deformed? Let me see, okay?" Before she finished speaking, she habitually started unbuttoning my clothes. In no time, she had taken off all my clothes except for my underwear. My cousin, even with her outstretched hand, could only touch about a third of my breasts—white, round, large, and drooping slightly, facing me directly. She was scrutinizing the nipples, areolas, and breasts—once so familiar, now so unfamiliar—with a strange look in her eyes. She gently pinched one of the nipples with her fingers. I felt a slight weakness and lay back on the bed. My breasts stood erect on either side of my chest, and my cousin continued to examine them closely. They really hadn't deformed yet. My cousin murmured to herself, then asked, "Does your brother-in-law like your big breasts?" "Oh," I replied. As I did, one of her hands slipped inside my underwear, rubbing my pubic hair, and said, "Is there any difference in your vulva after your brother-in-law has done it?" I whispered, "I can't see, and I can't see clearly." At that moment, I felt my face flush. My cousin pulled down my underwear with both hands, her fingers caressing my pink and tender vulva, occasionally parting the slit a little to examine it. After a while, she rubbed my clitoris in circles with her fingers. At that moment, I closed my eyes, and inadvertently felt a gush of fluid welling up from my vulva. She gently wiped it with a tissue, but it kept flowing, so she kept changing the tissue. Since giving myself to my husband, I've actually felt a little uncomfortable when my cousin touches me now. Whether it's excitement or longing, I don't know which feeling it is. My cousin's hands kept touching me, and they started to feel a little sore and numb. My hand unconsciously slipped inside her vulva, searching. Actually, my cousin's vulva really does resemble an abalone, very round and white. When I touched her slit, I realized she was already wet. I slowly took off her skirt and underwear and placed them on the edge of the bed. I covered her vulva with my palm and pressed down hard. I casually flicked her clitoris with my fingers. Soon, my cousin's face flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She then lay down beside me. "Sister, is brother-in-law's long and big enough? Is it comfortable?" she asked with her eyes closed. I was speechless for a moment, then paused and said, "If you put your middle, ring, and index fingers together, his is about that size. As for the length, I don't know, but when we hold his penis with both hands, the glans is just above the web of our thumbs. I felt that when he penetrated me, he was holding back a little, not daring to use too much force." "Is it comfortable?" my cousin asked again. "As soon as he penetrated me, I felt weak and sore. After a while, my whole body felt hot, and soon my vagina started trembling in waves. Then, I involuntarily arched my back and hugged him tightly. My lower body thrust in and out to meet his penis. Then he would ejaculate semen into my body in waves. At that moment, my whole body tensed, my mind went blank, and I was confused." "How many times does brother-in-law do it in one night?" My cousin's voice was noticeably different at this moment, with a long, nasal tone. I sensed her excitement and quickened my rubbing of her clitoris. I said, "I don't remember, but after your brother-in-law ejaculates, his penis doesn't go soft, unlike usual; it's still hard inside my vagina." After a pause, I would thrust continuously until another surge of heat was injected into my vagina and uterus. Soon, all the sounds in the room ceased, except for the increasingly deep breaths and moans of my sister and me. Suddenly, a cry of pleasure from my cousin rang in my ears. I opened my eyes and saw my cousin arching her back, panting heavily, her mouth open, letting out a series of passionate cries. Melodious, clear, and lingering in my ears. It's not just that it resonates for three days; even today, many years later, it still echoes in my ears. This was my cousin's true love for me, like a sob, like a lament, like a song. The wind picked up outside the window again; the weather at the turn of spring and summer is unpredictable, and raindrops began to fall. The night was quiet, the sparse falling leaves and their rustling sounds drifting in through the window. I don't know what time it was; I wasn't dressed, just pulled the blanket over my breasts and waist, my bare thighs and the plump, pink, moist vulva gently closing like a vulva, along with a sparse tuft of pubic hair glistening in the lamplight. I fell asleep to the soft summer breeze blowing in from the window.

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