My Cousin's True Story

My cousin's name is Zuo Wei, born on September 11, 1967. She's nine years older than me, and I call her Sister Weiwei. When we were little, she lived in the north with our father, who was in the army. Around the time I was in third grade, she was sent back to Wuhan and came to live with us. We let her live in the back room; she was in her second year of high school then. Later, her college entrance exam results were average, and she went to

a medical college as a day student, so she still lived in the back room. Several years passed, and after graduating, she got a job at a hospital, working in the laboratory department. It was around 1989; my cousin was 22, and I was in my second year of junior high.

At that time, I was in my adolescence and developed a strong interest in the opposite sex. I was rather introverted and didn't interact much with female classmates. While my cousin wasn't exactly a stunning beauty, she was definitely considered beautiful by ordinary standards, and she was the young woman closest to me. Naturally, she became my first crush. I closely observed her every move from morning till night, which gradually escalated to spying on her.

At first, my spying didn't reveal much. Once, I peeked at her changing clothes and saw my cousin wearing only a bikini. Now it doesn't seem like much, but back then, the visual impact of a nearly naked woman's body was quite significant for a teenage boy.

My cousin was petite, with a dignified appearance, spoke fluent Mandarin, and seemed very quiet, but she was actually cheerful and lively. She didn't wear much makeup or jewelry, appearing quite plain, but she had many clothes, especially her summer dresses, which were mostly revealing and showed off her beautiful figure.

My cousin, who had just started working, had many friends, mostly men, primarily her high school and university classmates and hospital colleagues. She was very kind to me, often taking me to her school and the hospital, so many of her classmates and colleagues knew me.

I noticed that since starting university, my cousin frequently went out with men who came to visit her, sometimes staying out very late. There were about ten men in total, and some of them seemed quite intimate with her. In particular, there was a man surnamed Yu, who seemed to be a driver at the hospital. He was tall and handsome, and my cousin went out with him two or three times, not returning until the next morning. I remember my mother had a serious talk with her about it. At the time,

I wasn't very clear about sex and found the female body very mysterious. Because I often saw my cousin's underwear drying in the sun, I became very interested in it. So I often looked through the washing machine, her wardrobe, and her handbag, and almost every time I found something interesting.

My cousin had five or six bras, more than ten pairs of various panties, and even a sexy thong. In the late 1980s, this was very trendy and avant-garde. The bra size was 85C, but of course, I didn't know what that meant at the time.

My cousin also had three menstrual belts. At that time, sanitary napkins had just been introduced, and my cousin always used menstrual belts. A menstrual belt was actually just a strip of cloth with straps at both ends. When a woman had her period, she would put toilet paper on the cloth, then put it around her crotch and tie it around her waist with the straps. It could be washed and reused. Sanitary napkins were far more advanced and hygienic. After spying on her for a few months, I discovered that my cousin had started using sanitary napkins, which were still completely unfamiliar to me at the time.

Back then, our washing machine was my playground because my cousin always threw her unwashed clothes in there. I would go through it every day, and I would often wrap my dirty panties and menstrual belts around my penis to masturbate. My first ejaculation was while wearing my cousin's dirty thong and playing with her bra. Of course, because I was afraid my cousin would find out, I took my penis out before ejaculating and didn't ejaculate on it.

What I still remember vividly is that her unwashed panties were always covered with white discharge, especially after she had been out late with her boyfriend. There was even more discharge then, and sometimes there were a few slightly hardened spots with yellowish edges and light grayish-white centers. At the time, I didn't know what they were, but later I learned that they were semen stains! But by then, I already knew that my cousin wasn't a virgin because I often found condoms in her handbag.

My cousin's vaginal discharge was sometimes white with foam, relatively thin and with a mild odor, while other times it was yellowish-white, thick like gel, with a strong fishy smell and a salty taste. This problem bothered me for a long time; how could my cousin's vaginal discharge change like this? Later, of course, I learned that it reflected a woman's menstrual cycle.

On certain days each month, there would be obvious menstrual blood on my cousin's panties, along with adhesive residue from sanitary napkins. Sometimes she would even carelessly throw used sanitary napkins covered in menstrual blood on her desk. All of this could be considered my sexual awakening.

I already knew my cousin was constipated; I even found glycerin suppositories in her handbag, and occasionally there was feces on her panties—it seems really disgusting now. Because the toilet was outside, it was very inconvenient to relieve herself at night, so my cousin had to use a spittoon every night. I often saw her carrying a full spittoon of yellow urine into the sink in the morning, and once I even saw a very large, unflushed feces in the sink.

During that time, I did four other bad things. First, I took my cousin's underwear off the clothesline, wiped the crotch area in the latrine, and then hung it back up. My cousin, unaware of this, must have worn it later.

Second, I took one of my cousin's briefs, smeared some glycerin suppositories on it, but fearing she'd notice, I threw it behind a water vat in the main room—a neglected, unsanitary corner.

A few days later, worried that my cousin would notice the missing underwear and become suspicious, I picked it up and put it in one of her unused handbags. But not long after, I saw the briefs hanging on the clothesline. My cousin must have found them, washed them, and worn them again. I thought she might suspect me, but she didn't say anything. Thankfully, getting her underwear dirty these two times didn't make her sick.

The third incident was one morning when I saw my cousin going downstairs to work. I stood by the stair railing and urinated down, landing on her. She looked up, confused, and cried out. I replied that I was splashing water! My cousin believed me and went to the hospital wearing clothes stained with my urine.

The fourth incident was when I was making coffee for my cousin and secretly squeezed a few drops of urine into the cup for her to drink.

About six months later, something unexpected happened. It was an early winter night. I was in the inner room, having gone to bed early but unable to fall asleep. My cousin, unaware of this or perhaps thinking I was a child, didn't pay attention. She actually brought a basin of hot water into my room to wash her bottom. As everyone knows, women need to wash their genitals every day if they don't bathe.

That was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's most mysterious place. I squinted at my cousin's genitals, while she remained oblivious. The moment she pulled down her panties, I was incredibly excited. Her pubic hair was thick and long, forming an inverted triangle that stretched from her lower abdomen to her anus. Her white buttocks were round and plump.

After sitting in the basin for a few minutes, my cousin squatted down and actually used her hands to separate her genitals, gently washing them with a towel. I could clearly see her soft, swollen labia majora covering her tightly closed labia minora. The edges of the labia minora were darker, while the center was orange-pink. After wiping her front, my cousin separated her buttocks again, revealing her dark, chrysanthemum-shaped anus, which she slowly washed. At this moment, I was extremely excited and finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated under the covers.

After that, I became even more obsessed with my cousin's body and even more obsessed with secretly watching her. A few days later, I had a good opportunity. I saw her take a roll of toilet paper and go to the toilet, assuming she was going to defecate, so I followed her.

My bathroom is shared by two families. There used to be a lock, but it broke and was removed. Instead, a bolt was installed inside the bathroom to lock the door, leaving a small keyhole. Since it's usually just family and we get along well with our neighbors, no one paid much attention to this little hole. I used it to my advantage. Of course, I was prepared; I used two mirrors reflected into the hole so I could see everything inside.

My cousin was squatting over the cesspool, her entire vulva exposed before my eyes. As mentioned before, she was constipated, and she had been squatting there for a long time. I was getting a little impatient, but just then, her labia minora suddenly parted, her vulva tightened, and a stream of fluid gushed out from the middle, the flow gradually decreasing. I heard a soft moan, followed by a loud, powerful, and resounding fart—the kind of "thunder" that had been stored up for a long time.

A black substance slowly dangled between her buttocks, then another, and after five, her buttocks tightened again, and more fluid splattered from her vulva. The whole process lasted two to three minutes, followed by a foul stench wafting out from under the door.

After seeing my cousin wash her buttocks and defecate, I was no longer unfamiliar with her body, but six months later, I witnessed something even more astonishing.

It was April of 1990. Wuhan was already quite warm, even a bit hot. After noon, you could wear a single shirt. That afternoon, I got out of school much earlier than usual, and no one was home; they had all gone to work.

I went to the restroom and passed by my cousin's back room. The door was locked and the curtains were drawn, but suddenly I heard faint moans coming from inside. What was going on? My cousin shouldn't be home from work yet. Luckily, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a corner was visible. I curiously peeked inside, and oh my god, my cousin and that driver surnamed Yu! They were naked, entwined on the bed, with several pairs of men's and women's underwear scattered on the floor. This was the first time I had ever seen a man and woman having sex, and I was stunned!

A naked couple was clearly displayed before me, and it was also the first time I had ever seen my cousin completely naked. Because it was the first time, I paid special attention to her full breasts. Her spherical breasts were firm and swollen, with long, large nipples that stood erect, covered in wrinkles, and below the nipples were brown areolas covered with erect nipples.

A man and a woman were engrossed in their passionate encounter, completely unaware of the pair of peeping eyes watching them through the window. I saw the man surnamed Yu repeatedly pinching my cousin's nipples with two fingers. Her nipples were noticeably enlarged. Then, Yu lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting and releasing it with his teeth, while licking the nipple and surrounding area with his tongue. This caused my cousin's chest to heave, her upper body to twist, and her mouth to emit pleasurable moans.

A few minutes later, it was clear that my cousin was even more excited. She got up, knelt on the bed, and took Yu's enormous male genitalia into her mouth, sucking and blowing on it. Thinking back now, in 1990, my cousin was actually performing oral sex; she was quite open-minded!

Yu's hands caressed my cousin's smooth buttocks; he must have been reveling in the dual pleasure of physical touch and oral stimulation. My cousin patiently licked and sucked, then licked the glans with her tongue. Yu's hands weren't idle; he continued to touch her buttocks, and it seemed his middle finger was even inside her anus, probing it.

Yu probably needed stronger stimulation next. He made my cousin stop sucking and spread her legs wide. From my angle, I could see her entire vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, and because her legs were open, the slit was also open, revealing pink flesh and what looked like glistening liquid at the vaginal opening.

Yu, aroused, grabbed my cousin's ankles, widened her hips, and lowered his head to kiss her labia. Due to the angle, I couldn't see the details, but I could see Yu's large, black head moving back and forth, probably licking and scraping the vulva with his tongue. My cousin's legs kept lifting and lowering, she was probably quite aroused.

At this point, my cousin was probably extremely aroused. She pushed away the man surnamed Yu, who then stood up and knelt in front of her. My cousin's legs were wide open, and I could vaguely see that her genitals were damp. Yu's hand guided his hard penis towards her vaginal opening. My cousin reached out to receive it, pulling the glans towards her vaginal opening. Yu gently pressed down, his penis slowly entering her narrow vagina.

Yu's abdomen finally pressed against my cousin's smooth lower abdomen. My cousin naturally pressed her thighs towards him, and Yu thrust straight down, penetrating her deeply. My cousin's two snow-white thighs wrapped around Yu's waist. Every time Yu struggled, it caused my cousin to move as well. The two of them moved simultaneously, like a tightly integrated machine.

At first, Yu used only the first third of his penis to rub in and out, his movements light and slow. Gradually, the movements became larger and deeper each time. When Yu's abdomen lifted upwards, my cousin seemed reluctant to let go,

her genitals following suit. As a result, the so-called withdrawal of the penis never actually left the vagina; it was merely a small-scale internal friction between the two connected parts. Yu placed his hands on the pillows on either side of my cousin's shoulders, his body forming a straight line. He thrust downwards rapidly, colliding violently with her vulva, the impact so loud it seemed like a "smack" could be heard in the air. My cousin's face turned red, and her moans grew louder.

After dozens of dazzling thrusts, Yu suddenly pressed down on my cousin's abdomen and remained still. My cousin swayed her head from side to side, her snow-white thighs clamping tightly around Yu's waist, her legs forming a circle around his entire waist. Her taut upper body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. After Yu got up, a stream of white semen could be seen flowing from my cousin's vulva, wetting the sheets beneath her buttocks.

A few minutes later, they did it a second time. This time, my cousin took the initiative. She continuously used her gloved hand to stroke Yu's limp, caterpillar-like penis, rubbing his testicles. Soon, Yu's penis swelled up, the swollen glans glistening with a purplish-red luster. At this moment, my cousin sat up and straddled Yu, and the man's penis plunged into her vagina with a soft "plop."

My cousin actively moved up and down on Yu, making piston-like movements. After about 20 or so times, Yu seemed to suddenly get excited. He rolled over, making my cousin lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. He knelt behind her and thrust his penis into her body, pumping wildly, while his hands almost savagely grabbed and squeezed her breasts. Each thrust caused my cousin to groan. I counted; he thrust about a hundred times.

Suddenly, the man and woman froze, as if their muscles were spasming. Then they both let out a long sigh, their faces showing ecstasy. The man surnamed Yu had missed his target. After pulling out his penis, Yu actually used his hand to pry open my cousin's anus and inserted an enema! Good heavens, how disgusting!

Soon after, my cousin's face turned bright red, and she sat naked on the spittoon, defecating with a splattering sound. It was almost 5:30 by then. I heard my cousin sweetly urging Yu to leave, saying that school and work students would be coming home soon! Afraid they would see, I quickly ran downstairs for a quick look, then pretended to be going home from school. At that moment, my cousin was busy emptying the spittoon and washing the sheets.

After secretly watching my cousin have sex, I felt incredibly excited and aroused. To my surprise, less than a month later, my cousin suddenly became melancholic. She became quiet and even somewhat listless at home. She came home from work on time every day, and she quickly sent away any men who came to see her, no longer going out with them.

What puzzled me even more was that I could find several pairs of my cousin's underwear in the washing machine every day—usually two, sometimes three or four. They were all covered in thick, yellowish-white discharge, almost like pus, and there was a lot of it. The crotch area was almost always wet, and it smelled terrible. At this point, I realized that my cousin might be sick, and I no longer dared to let my penis touch her dirty underwear.

I was really eager to find out what was going on, but the secret was revealed a few days later. That day, I found a medical record in my cousin's bag. I don't remember the exact details, but the gist was: Zuo Wei, female, 23 years old. The patient presented with increased vaginal discharge for over a week, severe vulvar itching, redness, swelling, burning pain, lower abdominal pain, urinary urgency, frequency, and difficulty urinating.

Examination revealed: redness and swelling of the labia majora and minora with scratch marks around the area; a large amount of foul-smelling yellowish-white discharge from the vaginal opening; congestion of the vaginal walls and cervix; mild cervical erosion; a large amount of purulent discharge flowing from the cervix; urethral congestion; pressure on the urethral opening causing pain and purulent discharge; and a history of unprotected sexual intercourse.

The diagnosis was: gonococcal vaginitis and cervicitis.

My God! My cousin got gonorrhea, which is a sexually transmitted disease! In the early 1990s, having an STI was a disgrace for a woman! I was horrified and felt sorry for her. However, I could tell she had received treatment actively, as I could tell from her underwear.

A month later, she had gradually recovered. I never saw that guy surnamed Yu again; I guess she thought he was the one who gave her the disease and stopped talking to him.

But soon after, I found a letter in my cousin's room from Yu. In it, he called her a slut and listed the names of several men—some I knew, mainly her colleagues, superiors, or classmates, and others I'd never heard of. I counted twelve people.

He seemed to know her well; he detailed the times and places she had sex with some of them. He even threatened her, saying, "Don't think I don't know about you soliciting customers at the entertainment center at night for fifty yuan a time. If you don't sleep with me obediently, I'll expose these shameful things to the hospital director!" Wow! My cousin was still working as a prostitute! I almost fainted! But things didn't seem to have gotten that serious. I don't know if she secretly resumed her relationship with him or used some other method to smooth things over.

After that, my cousin seemed to have fewer boyfriends, but she still went out with a few men at night, though she usually didn't come back too late.

Then, in early 1991, I suddenly heard that my cousin was going to marry a man I'd never heard of before—my cousin's husband, who worked at the same company. Apparently, my cousin hadn't known him for very long; because she was beautiful, he quickly took a liking to her. But initially, she didn't want to marry him, mainly because she thought he was too short. That man's penis was quite impressive; he slept with her on their first date and quickly got her pregnant.

They hastily held their wedding on March 18, 1991. The claim that my cousin was pregnant before marriage was later confirmed; on September 17 of that year, she gave birth to a boy. It was a C-section, and she gave birth a week before her due date. Apparently, her fallopian tubes were also ligated at the same time. My cousin had just turned 24. Before giving birth, her belly was as big as a small mountain. After having the baby, although her figure wasn't as good as before, she became even more voluptuous, displaying the charm of a mature woman.

After getting married, my cousin moved away, and my spying on her ended. However, I still cared about her life and always intentionally inquired about everything.

During this time, only two things excited me slightly. Once, I heard that because the enlarged uterus compresses the bladder and rectum, pregnant women urinate and defecate much more frequently than normal. That time, my cousin, heavily pregnant and wearing maternity clothes, took the bus with her husband and couldn't help but urinate and defecate on the bus, getting it all over herself and the seats, attracting the attention of other passengers. It was quite an unsightly mess.

Another time, I saw my cousin breastfeeding her baby during her postpartum period. Her breasts were very large, and her nipples had become very long, like fingers, easily two centimeters long. Her areolas were also almost twice their original size and much darker, almost black. After breastfeeding, she wiped her nipples clean with tissue.

A year later, her affair finally spread throughout the hospital. Everyone talked about her all the time and gave her a nickname: "The Urinal"—the place where men urinate.

I also heard that a picture of a woman with gonorrhea posted on the STD prevention bulletin board in the hospital's dermatology department was of my cousin. I thought it was impossible at the time, but then I thought, maybe her STD medical record was from this hospital. I really don't know what my cousin was thinking back then. Maybe she felt that outside STD clinics were unreliable, and that it would be easier to keep it a secret if she had an acquaintance in her own hospital. But good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! Thinking about this, I went to the bulletin board myself to take a look.

The photo of the woman with gonorrhea was a close-up of her genitals. Her labia majora and minora were severely swollen and red, and the vaginal opening was widened by two gloved fingers. The vaginal mucosa was congested and red, and a large amount of yellowish-white discharge was flowing from it. Just looking at the photo, it was impossible to tell which woman it was.

However, the caption below the photo, except for the patient's name being replaced with "xx," was almost identical to my cousin's medical record. The description in the medical record matched the photo perfectly—it must really be my cousin's! My cousin's STD photo had been semi-publicly exposed! Under pressure, my cousin took a leave of absence without pay at the hospital.

After resigning, she became a pharmaceutical representative at a pharmaceutical company, but soon rumors of an affair between her and the manager surfaced. Apparently, one night, the manager called her to the company and attempted to sexually assault her. He was seen embracing her, groping her, and kissing her passionately; her top was even undone. But just then, a colleague who had gone to the office to retrieve something they had forgotten in their drawer witnessed the incident. By this time, my cousin was married and had a child, so she couldn't continue her philandering lifestyle and had to quit her job and return home.

She then opened a small clothing factory, but it didn't last long before ceasing production.

Later, in 1995, her husband went to Singapore, leaving her alone at home, with her son cared for by her in-laws. Unable to bear the loneliness, she resumed contact with some of her ex-boyfriends, sometimes going to entertainment venues at night. I visited her several times and always found her alone with different men.

Once, I went to her house and knocked on her door for a long time, calling out several times without response. Thinking she wasn't home, I was about to leave when she opened the door.

It was early summer. My cousin, standing at the door, had slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and was breathing heavily, like a girl who had just run 800 meters. She was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, without a bra, her erect nipples standing out prominently. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and the surgical scar from her C-section was faintly visible on her lower abdomen. Her pink polka-dot panties were also clearly visible—she looked incredibly sexy!

My cousin said, "You didn't even tell me you were coming!"

When I entered the house, I saw that the door to my cousin's bedroom was ajar, but I quickly noticed the mess on the bed. A shirtless man wearing only underwear was hiding on the balcony of the bedroom, and a videotape next to the television was titled "Eighteen Moves of a Slut." I completely understood—my cousin was having sex with that man, and I had ruined their fun! My cousin and I were both very embarrassed, and I hurriedly left without doing what I was supposed to do.

The most shocking thing happened on May 3, 1997. I remember it clearly; it was the May Day holiday. Suddenly, I heard that my cousin had been caught in a police raid the day before, caught red-handed in bed with a man in his fifties. She was locked up in a women's re-education camp. A few days later, she was released after paying a fine of 3,000 yuan.

My family severely criticized my cousin. She cried for a long time, begging us not to tell her husband and in-laws, promising never to do it again! We didn't want to air our dirty laundry in public, so of course we didn't let more people know.

In October of that year, my 30-year-old cousin finally reunited with her husband in Singapore with her son. She has settled there ever since. I wonder if she was using the guise of family reunion to engage in prostitution.

In the autumn of 2000, my cousin returned to Wuhan once, supposedly because of irregular menstruation. An examination suspected an ovarian cyst, and because treatment in Singapore was expensive, she returned to China for treatment. However, after a thorough examination, her condition was fine, and she recovered quickly.

Singapore doesn't practice family planning, so my cousin took the opportunity to have her fallopian tubes recanalized. In 2001, she became pregnant again, and at the end of the year, at 34, she gave birth to a daughter. Her son and daughter are exactly 10 years apart in age. This summer, I heard she was pregnant again, but this time she didn't keep the baby and had an abortion.

After my cousin went to Singapore, we rarely kept in touch, only occasionally exchanging phone calls, during which I always had a strange feeling. Now she's 36 and a mother of two, but from the photos, you can see she hasn't lost her charm. Every time I hold the new photos my cousin sends me, her naked body and the image of her having sex from back then flash through my mind. I'm not a child anymore, but recalling my cousin's romantic affairs still gives me a strange excitement. (

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