My cousin and I

I was able to get into university entirely thanks to one sentence from my cousin. If it weren't for her, I'd probably be one of the many migrant workers, at best a skilled carpenter, not a PhD graduate, and certainly not a university professor.
The year I took the college entrance exam, I was terrible at everything except English. Even though it was the second year of university expansion, I still couldn't get into a regular university. My parents wanted me to learn carpentry with my brother-in-law, but thankfully, my cousin's words saved me. She said, "Mo Zai is very smart, he just hasn't put his intelligence to use. Look how well he's doing in English. Let him retake the exam for another year, work hard, and he should be able to get into a decent university." Looking back now, my cousin's words changed my life, and I will be grateful to her for life.
At that time, my cousin was the only university graduate in my family and a high school English teacher at our county's No. 1 High School. Her words were especially effective with my parents, who weren't very educated. Upon learning that I had failed the college entrance exam, she came to my house without hesitation to persuade my parents. And so began my fourth year of high school.
It was perfectly normal and understandable that I didn't get into university, since I failed almost every subject except English throughout my three years of high school. The only thing that gave me any dignity or pride during high school was that I won second prize in the provincial high school English competition during my junior year.
My love for English stemmed from my cousin, who was a high school English teacher at the time. Since entering the county's No. 2 high school, my cousin had graduated from the provincial normal university and been assigned to teach high school English at the county's No. 1 high school. Every weekend, I had nowhere to go and didn't want to go back to my rural hometown, thinking it would be too wasteful of travel expenses, so I would go to my cousin's.
For some reason, over time it became a habit. At that time, I was the second person in our family to go to high school, and my cousin had high expectations for me. She always liked to give me a long lecture, telling me to strive for success, study hard, and achieve great things. I listened to my cousin and vowed to bring honor to my parents. But somehow, I just had no interest in math, physics, and chemistry, and I couldn't improve at all.
When it came time to choose between arts and sciences in my junior year, my cousin decided that I should choose arts. But my love for English was unstoppable. I always asked my older cousin questions, and with her help, I made rapid progress, which surprised me and even led some teachers to suspect I was cheating on exams. While my
English improved dramatically, my body also underwent significant changes. By my second year of high school, at seventeen, I was over 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than my cousin. I found it hard to concentrate in class, always glancing at the pretty girls. I enjoyed observing their every move during class, and soon I knew each girl's physiological characteristics, able to tell which girl was feeling unwell on which day, or when she went out to change her sanitary napkin. But at that time, my liking had nothing to do with sex; it was just pure liking, and I never fantasized about anything with them.
However, there was one exception: English. I loved English, and I loved my English teacher even more. She was a young woman, a recent graduate from a teachers' college who had just come to the county's No. 2 High School. In this small county, at least in the eyes of us boys, she was considered quite pretty. She was tall and slender with long legs, and she always wore sheer stockings with skirts. If it weren't for her flat chest and a few freckles on her face, she would probably have even more admirers.
But I liked her, I liked her classes, and I liked her legs even more. During English class, my eyes almost never left her long, shapely legs. I had already studied most of the material before class, so none of her questions stumped me. I was particularly active in her class, asking and answering the most questions. Most of my questions were intentional; I just wanted to stand up and see her long legs encased in sheer stockings. If she didn't ask, "Is there anyone else who can answer?" the class would almost become a discussion between her and me.
I liked watching her during class; my gaze followed her every move. I often saw her say, somewhat embarrassed and serious, "Xiao Mo, don't keep looking at me, look at the blackboard!" Her face would turn slightly red, and mine would flush too.
To stand out in English class and attract more attention from my English teacher, I spent more time with my older cousin, borrowing many of her university-level English textbooks. I studied everything related to English: lexicology, literary history and selections, specialized grammar, original novels—I read anything English-related. Although I had failed most of my other courses, I knew I wasn't stupid, because I rarely encountered anything I couldn't understand when reading my cousin's university-level English textbooks. My passionate love for English led to grades that even amazed my cousin; I consistently scored full marks on tests, which puzzled my other teachers.
Once, during a national English competition, I represented the county's No. 2 High School in the preliminary round without question. I lived up to my cousin and English teacher's expectations, winning first place in the high school group and even representing the region in the provincial competition. Returning from winning the award in the city, my English teacher greeted me at the school gate. As soon as I got out of the car, she rushed up and excitedly hugged me. She originally wanted to pick me up and spin me around, but she forgot that I was no longer a primary school student. She could only hug me tightly, saying I was great and that she was proud to have such an excellent student. Ah! This was the first time we had been so close. I smelled her youthful fragrance, her rich womanly scent, and the faint fragrance of her hair. How I longed for her hug to last longer!
When I took my first-place certificate to my cousin, she also excitedly hugged me, saying I was wonderful and amazing. I felt her chest pressed against me, warm and soft, so comfortable. I didn't dare move, letting her hug me. I loved this kind of hug; it intoxicated me.
My award brought great glory to my English teacher and the county's No. 2 Middle School, but it greatly embarrassed the county's No. 1 Middle School. The county's No. 1 High School is the key high school in our area. In the past, it always swept all the awards, while No. 2 High School and other schools were just there to make up the numbers. But this time, a big surprise happened. My cousin was even criticized by the leaders of No. 1 High School for this, saying that she was disloyal and lacked a sense of collective honor.
But my cousin is still my good cousin, and family ties ultimately triumphed over the so-called "sense of honor" of No. 1 High School. Knowing that I would be representing the region in the provincial competition, my cousin still decided to give me a good tutoring session and some pointers. My English teacher also paid special attention to me, telling me to go to her whenever I had time to practice my spoken English. During that time, I felt extremely happy; learning made me very happy. I could go to my English teacher anytime during the day. Actually, besides practicing spoken English with me, she could hardly give me any more guidance, but I still liked to go to her. I thought she was beautiful, and I wanted to see her as much as possible, to see her tall figure, and to see her long legs in sheer stockings.
I also liked going to my cousin's place; I liked her cozy little room, and I liked watching her bustling around in front of me.
The day before I left for the provincial capital for the competition, I decided to see my cousin one last time so she could review the materials I had prepared. To be honest, I was already very confident about the competition; I just wanted to see her. I went to her dorm and knocked on her door. She was taking a nap.
"Who is it?" she asked from inside.
"Cousin, it's me, Xiao Mo."
"Wait a moment, I'll get up right away." I thought she would get dressed before opening the door, but the door creaked open.
I went in and saw that my cousin was still sleepy-eyed; she must have just gotten out of bed. I froze, speechless.
She was wearing a loose nightgown, and my gaze lingered on her body. I could clearly see her pair of full, smooth breasts, delicate as porcelain, with brown nipples, a coffee-brown color. Her buttocks were round and perky, and through the white fabric, I could vaguely see a hint of red, with a trace of black within it…
My heart pounded, as if a fire was burning inside me, growing stronger and stronger. My face began to burn, and my body suddenly felt hot. I felt my lower body involuntarily and uncontrollably reacting. This reaction embarrassed me, and I instinctively reached forward to cover myself.
"Aren't you taking a nap? Is something urgent?" My cousin clearly hadn't noticed my change in demeanor.
"No, no... I'm going to the provincial capital tomorrow," I said. "It's nothing... I'll head back now." I said, walking out.
"You told me a couple of days ago. I know," my cousin said with a smile, turning back to go to the bathroom. Her door wasn't closed. I peeked at her from behind. Even through her loose nightgown, her full hips were still clearly defined, and my desire was completely aroused. So, I rushed forward and hugged her without hesitation.
My cousin was startled by my action: "You little rascal, you scared me to death!
" she grumbled, but didn't resist. Instead, a blush spread across her face. I could clearly feel her breathing quicken, her body rising and falling with it. Seeing this, I boldly hugged her waist, my engorged lower body pressing against her buttocks. I could clearly feel the burning heat emanating from every surface where my cousin and I were in contact. My head buzzed, and I lost my senses. Controlled by desire, my hands roamed over her body, quickly settling on her breasts. I squeezed them hard, and the elastic rebound felt incredibly good in my palm.
This was my first time having physical contact with a woman, and I was extremely nervous. After a few kisses and caresses of my cousin, I didn't know what to do next. Remembering my past experiences with men and women, I started to undress my cousin. There was a window in the bathroom, which was open, and I could vaguely see people passing by. My cousin seemed to sense something was wrong at this moment. Then she quickly let go of me. I thought she was going to reject me, but instead she said, "Close the window first."
Hearing her words, I couldn't control myself and was overjoyed. This meant that my cousin had acquiesced to my sexual advances. I don't know where the strength came from, but I slammed the window shut, almost breaking the glass.
After confirming that everything was ready, I carried my cousin to the bed; she was heavier than I had imagined. However, I still easily lifted her up; I was just too excited. My cousin lay on the bed, staring blankly at me, and then closed her eyes. I took this as a signal that sex was about to begin, so I quickly took off the remaining half of her clothes. Her breasts were immediately exposed, and I touched them again; they felt even smoother than before.
Soon we were both naked on the bed and embracing. This wasn't my cousin's first time; she was quite experienced in this area. Therefore, she guided me throughout the process. At the beginning of the foreplay, I was on top of her. When it came to actual intercourse, I was on the bottom, which helped me last longer. But once my cousin sat on top of me, she seemed to be possessed, writhing wildly. After a short while, I ejaculated. Afterwards,
I was reluctant to part with my cousin and kept holding her. I asked her if I could come to see her again next time. She hesitated and wouldn't give me an answer. After my repeated requests, she agreed to let me come if the time was right. However, the premise was that no one could know, especially my parents. If they found out, she would never be able to face anyone for the rest of her life. I secretly resolved to keep this secret.
But after that, unfortunate news came: my cousin was in love. He was the deputy section chief of the Education Bureau, and I heard his father was the deputy county head of our county. They progressed very quickly and got married after only a month. The wedding was a grand affair, with many officials in attendance. Although I felt terrible, I still hoped she would be happy. But when the groom appeared and I saw his appearance, tears immediately streamed down my face. The thought that my cousin, such a beautiful flower, would be defiled by such an extremely ugly, short, and fat man that very night, that he would be like a hungry wolf, lying on her chest, sucking on her swollen breasts, tasting the strawberry flavor, and that her full buttocks would also suffer his wicked hands, how he would roughly tear open that red, caress that black, and… I dared not think about it, and I secretly began to cry. I hated that short, fat bastard; I wished he'd drink himself to death on the spot. But what could I do besides shed a few shameful tears? I left the hotel in a huff. From now on, I will try my best to forget everything that happened with my cousin.

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