My Childhood Sweetheart Cousin (Short Story) Author: Suppressing Hobbies

"Qinglin, let me recite a poem for you. 'My hair first covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed, playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion…'" "Don't show off, this is Li Bai's 'Changgan Xing'.
" "Ah, this poem isn't in the textbook, how do you know it?
" "How could I not know the next line is: 'At fourteen I became your wife, my blushing face never yet opened, I bowed my head to the dark wall, a thousand calls went unanswered. At fifteen I finally smiled, willing to be dust and ashes with you…'" "Qinglin, the poem about childhood sweethearts, two little ones without suspicion, isn't that describing us? So when you're fourteen, can you marry me too?" "You wish! I don't want to marry you!
" "Why?"
"You're so silly! Getting married at fourteen is in ancient times, now you'd be in your twenties. And even in ancient times, the only people you could marry were cousins. We're cousins, we can't get married." "Ah, fourteen is in ancient times? That's okay, we'll get married when we're older." "Are you even listening to me? We're cousins!..." When I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling, it took me a long time to distinguish between dream and reality, still half asleep. I murmured, "It was just a dream..." I checked the time; it was already noon. I weakly climbed out of bed, quickly washed up, and while tearing open two packets of instant noodles, I tried to recall my dream.
In the last century, my father and my uncle came from the north to work in the south, eventually settling at the Heshan Power Plant in Guangxi. The Heshan Power Plant covered nearly 200 hectares and had thousands of employees. Such a large power plant naturally had its own residential area, schools for employees' children, hospitals, markets, and so on. Eventually, the two brothers settled down there, got married, and had children. My older cousin, Xu Qinglin, was born first, and my younger cousin, Xu Jingyou, was born six months later. That
younger cousin is me. Qinglin and I spent a happy childhood in this small place. But this happy time didn't last long. Qinglin's parents divorced, and Qinglin went with her mother. From then on, my life lost her, and it felt like half my soul was gone. After graduating from elementary school, I went to Liuzhou, Guangxi, for junior high.
Away from my hometown and without Qinglin's company, my grades plummeted. Unlike my elementary school days when I consistently achieved perfect scores, I was lucky to pass all subjects except Chinese. I barely made it to high school, and after graduation, I didn't even go to university. Instead, I spent two years in the disastrous reserve service. After my discharge, I was nothing; I couldn't find a job and lived off
my retired mother for several years. Finally, she couldn't stand my idleness anymore and told me some unexpected news: my older cousin Qinglin had graduated from university and was now working at Baojun Automobile Factory in a fairly high position. She told me to come and live with her.
After Qinglin left and I heard nothing more from her, twelve long years later, in the summer of 2013, I suddenly heard news of her again. I never expected she was still in the same city as me; I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Most people don't have a true childhood sweetheart, and
even if they do, everyone's situation is different. Back in high school, I had a girlfriend, my first love. She had a boy who lived next door to her and, miraculously, was in the same class as her from kindergarten to high school. Their relationship was naturally that of childhood sweethearts, and I was even jealous of him. My first love explained to me with a smile:
"If you also have a childhood sweetheart you've been with since you were old enough to understand, you'll know that although the relationship is close, it won't become lovers; at most, it's like siblings." At that time, I thought of Qinglin, of all the poetic and picturesque things from our childhood. I was skeptical of her explanation of my first love. If Qinglin had been with me all along, we would not only be true siblings, but we would definitely have become lovers!
But this thought gradually faded with age, and the childhood feelings are now just memories that make me smile. That hazy feeling was probably just curiosity and fantasy about the opposite sex. I remember we used to play by the river, and after we stripped naked, we even studied each other's bodies...
As I finished my instant noodles, lost in memories, my mom tossed me a note with a phone number on it, pulling me back from my reverie. She told me it was Qinglin's number and that I should contact her to ask her to help me with work-related matters.
After my mom left in the afternoon, I hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the number. After a ringtone that made me increasingly nervous, a pleasant but somewhat unfamiliar voice rang out: "Hello." "Are you Qinglin?" "
Yes, it's me. Who is this?"
"I'm Ayou, Xu Jingyou. Do you remember me?"
"Oh my god! Is it really Ayou? How could I not remember you? It's been so long!" The other person's excited and enthusiastic tone greatly reduced my awkwardness. I smiled and said, "It really has been a long time. Can we meet up sometime?" "Sure. Are you in Liuzhou? When
are you free?" "I'm free anytime."
"Okay, I'm off tomorrow. I'll call you then."
The next day, I was still half asleep in bed when the phone rang. Seeing that it was Qinglin calling, I perked up and answered. I heard Qinglin's voice, which sounded lazy, as if she had just woken up as well. She asked me to go out for lunch and asked for my address. I told her I lived in the residential complex built by the Heshan Power Plant in Liuzhou. She told me to wait at home while she drove to pick me up.
I stayed home until noon when I received a call from Qinglin. She told me she had arrived at the east gate of the complex but wouldn't come in, and asked me to come out to meet her.
Across the street from the east gate of my complex is a mountain, a rather deserted location. I saw a Nissan 370Z parked on the side of the road where there weren't many pedestrians. The license plate was the car Qinglin had mentioned. A tall woman in black was leaning against the car door, looking around. When she saw me walking towards her, she turned to look at me.
As I got closer, I looked her over. She was wearing a silk short dress that revealed her fair arms and legs. The neckline was a deep V-neck, and the most eye-catching feature of her chest, besides the beautiful platinum necklace, was her deep cleavage. The form-fitting dress clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her slender waist and full bust. Her long, jade-like legs, needing no stockings, appeared translucent and radiant, perfectly complemented by beautiful high heels, showcasing their allure. Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her delicate oval face, and her refined features exuded a confident beauty.

As a loser in a society where girls are practically selling themselves rather than getting married, whenever I see a beautifully dressed woman, I mentally assess her, thinking about how much money I'd need to buy this or that other woman. But when I saw this sexy beauty before me, my first thought was: Damn, someone with that kind of beauty must already be kept by some rich tycoon!
The moment the bad thought crossed my mind, I wanted to slap myself. With an awkward smile and an uncertain tone, I said, "Sister Qinglin." The beautiful woman didn't answer. She walked gracefully closer to me, put her arms around my neck, buried her face in my shoulder, and whispered, "Don't talk, let me hug you..." Under the sidelong glances of passersby,
I awkwardly and gently hugged her slender waist, smelling the faint fragrance on her body. After a brief hug, the beautiful woman released me, excitedly exclaiming, "It really is you, Ayou! It's been over ten years! You've grown so much!" "Look at you, talking like you're some kind of elder. You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you." "Hehe, haven't you become more beautiful, sister?"
"Yes, so beautiful I can't believe I have such a beautiful sister. I almost didn't dare come over to acknowledge you just now." "You're still so sweet after all these years. Come on, let's go eat something delicious." After not seeing each other for over a decade,
we had so much to talk about. We could recount every little detail from our childhood, plus all the stories we'd shared since we parted ways—it seemed we had endless topics to discuss. We had lunch, went for a drive in the afternoon, and ate out again in the evening. Then we climbed Ma'anshan Mountain together, still chatting as we looked down at the night view of Liuzhou. It seemed that even after so many years, there was no distance between us. It wasn't until very late that Qinglin took me home.
Time passed slowly. Qinglin and I would often go out and have fun together. My mom would ask me how my job was going, and I would always vaguely say that Qinglin was helping me arrange things. In reality, I never mentioned it to Qinglin. Being unemployed meant I could spend time with her whenever she had free time. Why work when I wasn't starving?
A month passed. One night, I was drinking with some friends when Qinglin suddenly called, telling me she was a bit drunk at a pub and asked me to pick her up. I took a taxi to the place Qinglin mentioned. Under the dim streetlights, the street was lined with neon signs—a bar street, not the noisy kind of nightclubs, but more casual bars for drinking, chatting, and enjoying the nightlife.
Walking into the bar Qinglin had mentioned, I heard country music playing in some unknown language. The seating on both sides was dimly lit, with only small candles floating in water glasses on the coffee tables. The candlelight was obscured by lampshades, creating a lighting design that allowed seated individuals to vaguely see each other, while passersby couldn't easily make out their faces.
In the center of the bar was a small dance floor where several couples, seemingly intoxicated, swayed slowly to the music. Beyond the dance floor was the bar counter, which, unlike the lower seating, was illuminated by a dozen spotlights, casting beams of light on each chair.
This design was intriguing; every seat at the bar was highly visible, while those seeking a less conspicuous spot could relax in the seats near the dance floor. Alternatively, lonely women could gravitate towards the prominent bar counter, while couples who had found their prey could cultivate the atmosphere in the dimly lit seating area.
As I walked across the dance floor, I glanced up and saw Qinglin sitting at the bar. I sat down next to her and deliberately used the most overused pickup line: "This lady looks familiar. Have we met somewhere before?" "Sorry, I just want to drink by myself. I don't need anyone to buy me drinks. ...Um, Ayou is making fun of me. How annoying." Qinglin rejected the stranger's advances right away, her tone polite and aloof. When she turned her head and saw me, she became coquettish
. "Come on, have a few drinks with me." Without waiting for my agreement, Qinglin ordered another glass of the same drink she had. It was amber in color, with a large ice cube floating in the glass, and under the light, the whole glass glowed with a dark golden light.
Me: "Uh, didn't you ask me to pick you up and take you home? Why are you making me drink?" Qinglin: "Stop talking nonsense, it's just a drink. There won't be any traffic cops on the road from here, it'll be fine." I carefully took a sip, and the taste was really unique. It was a bit bitter at first, a bit sour on the tongue, a bit spicy in the throat, and a bit sweet in the aftertaste. It was a combination of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. After one sip, the breath I exhaled even had a sweet aroma. I didn't recognize this kind of foreign liquor, but I guessed it wasn't cheap.
Under the light, Qinglin's fair skin had a blush, and her hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. Her slightly wavy and messy hair had a lazy beauty. She was wearing a tight-fitting striped t-shirt with a low neckline that revealed her fair breasts and a tempting cleavage. A shiny pendant lay on her fair breasts, as if giving one an excuse to stare at her chest: "I'm just admiring this necklace." She was wearing denim shorts, and a pair of sexy black stockings were incredibly translucent under the light.
Looking at this sexy bombshell, I don't know if it was because I'd had too much to drink, but my emotions were running high. The image of the cute and quiet girl from my childhood was becoming increasingly blurred, slowly being replaced by this sexy beauty who, since I saw her again
, always wore low-cut tops. Just like that slut Liu Yan, every outfit she wore had to accentuate her breasts. And that wasn't all; it seemed like no one could stop them from showing off their cleavage. I wondered, if Qinglin often dressed so sexily and got drunk alone in a bar, had she never gotten into trouble?
Soon, I finished my drink. Ignoring my advice, Qinglin asked the bartender for another glass. Annoyed, I gulped it down and then roughly snatched her glass, taking another big gulp. Then, without any room for argument, I said, "Alright, let's go!" Qinglin smiled, took out her credit card, paid the bill, and left the bar with my help.
When we got to Qinglin's car, I took the car keys out of her purse. Without my help, Qinglin almost fell to the ground. I quickly grabbed her, and in my haste, I felt my right hand grasp a large, soft mass—I couldn't even hold it all in one hand! The feel of it ...
is indescribable! And it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra. I heard Qinglin let out a soft, bone-melting moan. I quickly removed my hand, helped her sit up, opened the car door, and helped her into the passenger seat. Then I got in the car and drove towards the outskirts of Liudong City.
After a few minutes, Qinglin said, "Why are you driving so slowly?" I looked at the odometer; the needle was around 25, with mph displayed below it. I said irritably, "It's not fast, but don't forget I've been drinking too!" Qinglin said, "You're very careful. Do you have a lot of experience driving under the influence?" I said, "No, if I were you, I'd say less and let me concentrate." Qinglin straightened her posture and said in a slightly drunken, coquettish tone,
"It's so stuffy, put on some music." I turned on the car CD player, but there was no CD inside. I looked for it under the sun visor and couldn't find it, so I turned off the CD player and turned on the radio. The midnight traffic station was playing a bunch of commercials when suddenly I heard a solemn male voice say, "Phimosis and paraphimosis not only affect normal sexual life for couples,
but also cause various urological diseases. The urology department of 158 Hospital, professional..." My hand trembled, and I quickly turned off the radio. The car fell silent again, and no one spoke. At this time, the car was indeed a bit stuffy. It was hot, so we had to close the windows and turn on the air conditioning. There was also a strange restless atmosphere in the car. Qinglin was sitting next to me, and her breathing seemed to be right next to my ear. Her breath carried the scent of alcohol and the fragrance of a young woman, which smelled very nice.
The car entered the road leading to Luorong. This road, leading to the suburbs, was deserted at night. I slightly accelerated, rolled down the window, and a cool breeze blew in, but my face began to burn. That hazy, alluring feeling lingered. My hands on the steering wheel felt a little numb, and I involuntarily recalled the feeling of holding Qinglin's breast earlier.
I turned to look at Qinglin and suddenly noticed a protrusion on her left breast, closer to me, clinging tightly to her t-shirt. It seemed I had accidentally rubbed off her nipple cover. The car's air conditioning was blowing cold air, and the nipple had hardened. But the worst part was that Qinglin was currently touching her breast, gently kneading the erect nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
I dared not look any longer and quickly turned my head, focusing on the road while secretly thinking how close I had come to disaster. I had unknowingly drifted into the left lane; if a car had come from the opposite direction, it would have been a head-on collision! Driving under the influence is truly dangerous! Especially with such a stunningly beautiful woman sitting next to me.
I finally realized I was drunk, and slowed down the car, barely faster than a bicycle. Despite the slow speed, we eventually reached our destination, a villa area on the outskirts of the city. Actually, calling it a villa area was a stretch; from a distance it looked somewhat like one, but up close it was a completely different story—just rows of small, rather crude-looking houses.
During the time I'd spent with Qinglin, she had told me that she considered one of Baojun's shareholders her godfather, and this house was where that man kept his mistress. When Qinglin told me this herself, I was both amused and exasperated. I had actually guessed right about the first thought that popped into my head when I saw her after so many years.
"Thank you for taking me home," Qinglin said, then got out of the car, carrying her handbag. She hadn't even taken her car keys. I locked the car and caught up with her. I saw her waiting for me at the door. I handed her the keys, but she didn't take them; she just turned and opened the door.
As Qinglin entered the house, her bag slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She casually slipped her shoes off onto the rug by the door as she walked inside, looking relaxed and carefree. She turned in the living room, a captivating blush on her fair face, and asked with a charming smile,
"Good little brother, what would you like to drink?" I felt a little short of breath and placed my car keys on the shoe cabinet beside me, saying, "Uh, since you're safely home, I'll head back now. Goodnight." Just as I turned to open the door, Qinglin said behind me, "How are you going to get home this late at night in the middle of nowhere? Why don't you just sleep here for the night?" I replied, "That wouldn't be appropriate."
Qinglin walked over, leaned against the wall, and sneered, "Don't you always call yourself a chivalrous man? You even boasted that your dad taught you the same boxing style you've practiced since you were a kid, and that you beat up all the old soldiers who dared to challenge you as soon as you joined the army. I think you're the one who should be bragging to death. I've seen the guts of a chivalrous man." For some reason, these words enraged me. I turned around abruptly and pinned her against the wall. Her back was pressed against the wall, her body so supple it seemed boneless. I lowered my head and said
, word by word, "You think you can play with fire and I wouldn't dare?" As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a tearing sound. Qinglin's t-shirt was ripped from the neckline down, and a pair of full breasts that couldn't be suppressed jumped out, dazzlingly white under the light. Her rose-colored areolas were exposed to the air, trembling without any cover.
Then I grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled hard. The buttons flew off, the zipper was torn, and her denim shorts fell down to her ankles. In just a few seconds, Qinglin's clothes were torn to shreds and fell to the ground. Completely naked in my arms
, Qinglin gasped in surprise. One arm hooked around my neck, while the other pushed against my chest as if trying to push me away, but actually attempting to unbutton my shirt. I grabbed her arms, twisting her hands behind her back, then firmly gripped her wrists with my right hand while unbuttoning my own clothes with my other.
This position rendered Qinglin immobile; she could only arch her shoulders back, thrust her chest forward, and look up at me with her small face upturned, her red lips slightly parted, panting softly as if waiting. I unbuttoned my own shirt, revealing my muscular chest, and quietly gazed at the almost completely naked beauty before me.
Qinglin and I both have fathers from the North. Unlike Southerners, who are generally shorter, Northerners inherited her father's height genes, standing at a remarkable 170cm. In the South, this height makes it difficult to find a suitable boyfriend. Wearing high heels, she's taller than most men. Only a 185cm giant like myself can look down at her, admiring her tall figure, firm breasts, slender waist, shapely long legs, delicate face, and alluring red lips… I lowered my head and kissed her, our moist lips and tongues intertwining with the scent of wine. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, still twisting her arms, our chests pressed tightly together.
Feeling the heat of our bodies, Qinglin, lost in the passionate kiss, couldn't speak, her expression dazed. My rough advances completely melted her in my arms, our rapid breaths creating a strange groan.
My hands suddenly slid down, grasping her snow-white buttocks and lifting her body. My lips, just freed from a passionate kiss, were immediately submerged in the heaving waves of her chest. Her
snow-white breasts were as soft as jelly. I roughly bit at her gradually hardening nipples, sucking on them with all my might, a hoarse growl escaping my throat like a wild beast. Qinglin's hands were finally freed, and she held my head to her chest, her legs wrapping around my waist in the air.

I held Qinglin in my arms, like embracing a snow-white cloud, and strode towards the living room, placing her on the edge of the dining table. I quickly pulled off my pants and spread her legs. Qinglin was only wearing these stockings. I parted her legs, and through the light-colored, almost transparent black stockings, I could clearly see her labia majora, slightly protruding like steamed buns, with a delicate slit in the middle. Her mons pubis was completely hairless—a perfect white tiger's den!
"No bra on top, no panties on the bottom!" I said viciously. "And you went to a nightclub and got completely drunk. Are you trying to get yourself raped?" "No... um... no..."
Before Qinglin could speak, I used my tongue to lick her mysterious private parts hard through the thin stockings. My tongue slid vigorously over them, and soon the stockings were soaked with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid. I couldn't wait to tear the stockings, ripping a large hole at her crotch. The large hole in the stockings, clinging tightly to her flesh, looked even more alluring. I then buried my head in Qinglin's sacred place, my tongue parting the... I probed inside, stirring her breaths even more violently.
I used my thumb to part Qinglin's labia, revealing the tender flesh inside. At the ∧-shaped junction of the two labia minora, a ring of spongy tissue surrounded a clitoris. This clitoris was actually the size of a peanut, delicately hidden within the inverted triangular clitoral hood, half-exposed.
I stuck out my tongue and used the tip to tease and play with this large clitoris, making Qinglin's voice tremble softly: "Eee-ah...don't lick there, it's numb." When I heard this voice, it was like a plaintive lament, like the soft chirping of a nightingale, so delicate and sweet, it was simply intoxicating. I pried open her clitoris with my two thumbs, revealing it completely.
I gently bit down on the large fleshy stalk with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. Qinglin trembled violently, her body instinctively trying to pull back, but with my teeth holding her clitoris, she dared not move. Lost in a vortex of resistance and pleasure, Qinglin was almost going crazy, moaning incessantly. Finally, her juices gushed out like a fountain, spraying all over my face, actually stimulating her clitoris to orgasm.
Qinglin collapsed onto the dining table, her eyes half-closed, panting as if she were murmuring something in her sleep. I lifted her up, my arm around her slender waist. Her boneless body seemed to collapse into my arms without support, I didn't know if she was tired or drunk.
I pulled out my already rock-hard penis, the glans secreting some fluid. I easily inserted the head into her wet, tender opening, then tightly embraced her waist and back, pressing her large breasts against my chest, lifting her snowy buttocks off the table. I then slightly loosened my grip, and in an instant, our bodies pressed tightly together from top to bottom.
In that moment of invasion and penetration, I felt Qinglin's soft body suddenly tense, trembling and almost convulsing. The layers of tightness in her lower body, when I broke through everything and reached the deepest point, I felt that Qinglin's body, her heart, and even the ethical barriers of blood ties between siblings, were all pierced by my thrust. Gradually, my consciousness blurred, my mind went blank, and instinct drove me to maintain the most brutal aggressive movements. The scene resembled assault, yet Qinglin's hands gripped my shoulders and back tightly, uttering soul-stirring sounds, her legs also tightly wrapped around me, welcoming my attack.
In retrospect, Qinglin recalled that moment as if her soul had been ripped from her body, a feeling of falling from the clouds to hell, and then being thrown back to the clouds. Perhaps this was the true, unbridled indulgence she craved—a real woman, a pure woman, unrelated to any status or bloodline, needing no grievances or repression, releasing herself in the way she most desired.
After the alcohol numbed and stimulated her, she stretched out her body, accepting my unrestrained advances. I was so strong and powerful, each thrust so deep, each withdrawal so indifferent. She was like a fish stranded on the beach, my attacks like waves,
yearning for each impact, even if it was brutal and wild. Without it, it seemed she would suffocate the next moment. The suffocating pleasure of this advance and retreat was so unfamiliar to her, someone who frequently slept with men. She never knew sex could be so craving and intense; the sensations were beyond her wildest imaginations, crashing over her like a tidal wave. She felt herself floating, lifted off the table, like Rose on the bow of the Titanic, arms outstretched in Jack's embrace, like a painting unfolding
before being pressed back onto the sofa… She was indeed drunk, but the effects of the alcohol evaporated with her breath and sweat. She seemed to have sobered up, yet was also submerged in the overwhelming waves of pleasure, unable to think, unable to… It was necessary to consider whether she was still asleep or drunk. He felt he was about to die, so he struggled with all his might, finally managing only a weak, groaning cry: "Oh God!...I'm going to die!...Ayou!" She called my name. I remember it clearly.
My feelings were strange, as if our bodies resonated with each other. Who was seducing whom? Was Qinglin seducing me? If so, why could she arouse this unprecedented impulse in me? That unrestrained passion that erupted within me—perhaps a conquest, perhaps a thrill, perhaps a regret. Regret about what?
My hair just covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed and playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion... Where is that lovely, easily-crying Qinglin from back then? Where is that Qinglin who watched me tremble under the tree as I climbed high up, and then smiled sweetly when I picked the ripe fruit and handed it to her? Where is that Qinglin who accompanied me after school, running around to explore unfamiliar places, and then persuaded me to go home with her? Where is that Qinglin who said that although she couldn't marry me when we grew up, we could be together forever?
An indescribable oppression choked my heart, unable to be released. Perhaps I wanted to prove something, to salvage something, to make amends, or to take something away
. From the dining table to the sofa, from the first floor to the second floor, from the hall to the small hall, from the small hall to the bedroom, finally I threw the exhausted Qinglin onto the soft bed and pounced on her myself... The next day, when a surge of heat forced me to open my eyes, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, somewhat confused about what was going on.
The sweltering air made me sweat slightly, but at the same time, something cool was clinging to me. I turned my head and saw Qinglin, her delicate skin like snow-white cream. She was holding my waist with one arm, her jade-like leg draped over my lower abdomen, her fluffy hair resting on my arm, her smooth body pressed against mine, cool and slippery, very comfortable. I was startled;
scenes from last night flashed through my mind, and I was so frightened that I tried to struggle to get up. My small movements woke Qinglin. She woke up groggily, her brow furrowing. The passion of last night still lingered in her, and the slightest movement of her body caused a weakness in her lower body, making her feel itchy all over.
She clung to me like an octopus, softly saying, "Stop it, you were so crazy last night, I'm exhausted. Let me hold you and sleep a little longer..." After saying that, she closed her eyes, and
soft snoring filled the air; she had actually fallen asleep again. I was speechless for a moment. Looking at the sky outside, I guessed it was already noon. I figured she had probably woken up long ago and knew exactly what had happened. Since she could accept it, why should I, a grown man, worry so much? So I held her and fell asleep again.
When I woke up, Qinglin was gone; she had probably gone to work. I looked around and found my clothes neatly folded beside the bed. I remembered taking off my clothes in the lobby on the first floor yesterday, so Qinglin must have folded them for me and put them here. The room was a mess; half of the sheets were on the floor, the curtains were half pulled down, and things were scattered everywhere. It seemed Qinglin hadn't had time to tidy up before going to work, but she had thoughtfully folded my clothes so I could wear them when I woke up. The
effects of last night's alcohol were still quite strong; even after sleeping all day, my head was still a little dizzy. But I knew what I had done. Regret, frustration, and other emotions washed over me, and I fled the house as if escaping home.
The following days were filled with hardship and anxiety, but the beautiful scenes of that night were so captivating that I, stuck at home, would alternate between feeling depressed and grinning foolishly. My mother shook her head, saying, "This child is hopeless."
But just a few days later, Qinglin called again, asking me to go shopping with her early the next morning. When I saw her, she was as radiant as ever, her arms, legs, and cleavage all exposed, a confident smile on her face. The last time I saw Qinglin at the bar,
she seemed to be troubled by work or life, drowning her sorrows in alcohol and indulging in a night of revelry. But this time, she seemed to be in high spirits, shopping all morning long. I was carrying more and more bags, and by lunchtime, my arms and neck were laden with things, a testament to Qinglin's high spirits.
At lunch, I brought up what happened that night, but unexpectedly, Qinglin comforted me,
saying that we are all adults with sexual needs, and there was no need to feel guilty. Blood ties weren't a big deal. She wouldn't have my child anyway, so it wouldn't cause any real consequences. At most, if things got out, I'd be condemned by society based on morality and ethics. She, a weak woman, didn't care; why
should I, a grown man, care? Finally, she said something decisive: "Back when we were kids, you wanted to marry me. Now that you're grown up, you've finally slept with me. You should be happy." I don't know if I genuinely agreed with Qinglin's twisted logic, or if I was truly infatuated with her body, but I was easily cured. My improper relationship with this cousin officially began from there.
I brought up work with her, and she agreed to look into it for me. It wasn't difficult; I soon started working at their company. The company was located in the Liudong New District Industrial Development Zone, which was basically the suburbs, surrounded by factories and rural areas, sparsely populated. Qinglin arranged a very easy job for me at the factory, mainly arranging new cars around the factory grounds—a job involving driving and backing up all day. This job isn't easy, but someone from above put in a good word for me. I'm just here to coast along; whether I actually come to work or not doesn't matter, I don't even need to clock in.
A management committee was established in Liudong New Area, and they built an apartment complex where nearby businesses and individuals can rent. Qinglin helped me rent an apartment here, a two-bedroom, one-living room unit of about 50 square meters. Although Baojun has his own employee dormitory, I obviously didn't want to live there, and Qinglin didn't want me to either.
One night, the darkness was deep. There were no streetlights in the complex, and not a soul was in sight. After midnight, apart from a terribly run internet cafe and a late-night snack shop still open, the entire complex was silent and dark.
A convertible sports car drove into the complex; I recognized the engine sound immediately—it was Qinglin's 370Z. As I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door, I opened it, pulled the person inside, pressed her against the wall, and began kissing her passionately. One hand skillfully climbed up her breasts, enjoying their soft, bouncy, jelly-like texture. The motion-activated lights outside went out, plunging the room back into darkness. Only the man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans could be heard outside the hallway
. Qinglin said, "Ugh, you didn't even turn on the lights! Close the door quickly!" I replied, "Doesn't that make our affair even more exciting? Hehe!"
I casually closed the door, carried Qinglin back to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. This dormitory, our love nest, was carefully decorated; at least the large bed was expensive. Two bedside lamps were on, their light filtering through the lampshades, illuminating the entire bedroom without being glaring.
Qinglin was wearing a black, sheer, plus-size lace nightgown. Two inverted triangles of fabric barely covered her high, firm breasts. Below, a sheer, open-crotch silk skirt covered her lower body, and she wore black lace stockings with a lace trim around her waist and two ties connecting her thighs—very alluring. Most strikingly, these stockings weren't the kind that could be pulled up to the waist like pants; the stockings only reached below the upper thighs. Underneath the lace trim at the waist, she wore nothing, revealing her mysterious, tightly closed vulva.
I gave her a strange look and said, "I heard you get in shortly after the car stopped. You probably didn't have time to change. Did you come dressed like this?" Qinglin retorted, "You rascal, I dressed up for you! If you don't want to see, plenty of others do! I
have plenty of fuck buddies; I don't need you! Humph!" With that, Qinglin tried to get out of bed. Seeing this, I realized she was really getting aroused. Perhaps it was ovulation time? They say women have those few days each month when their libido is high and their temper is volatile. She drove her convertible all the way here; it's a 5-kilometer drive from her little house to mine. Even though thieves are rampant at night and cables have been stolen, causing most streetlights to be out, the fact that she dared to go out dressed like this shows how horny she is. Looks like I'll have to satisfy her tonight.
I leaped on top of her, pinning Qinglin down as she tried to get up. I initially wanted to say something sweet to coax her, but then I thought Qinglin probably wanted me to be even rougher. So I said, "Oh, lots of men, huh? Believe me, tonight I'll get you pregnant, and
see how you seduce men with that big belly." As soon as I finished speaking, I pictured Qinglin, heavily pregnant and wearing those sexy lingerie, seemingly even more alluring. My lust was instantly ignited.
Qinglin smiled contemptuously and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, although I've been taking medication, these few days are my fertile window. If you're so capable, try to get me pregnant unexpectedly. If you have that ability, I dare to give birth!" I roared, "Damn it! You said it!" After saying that, I slightly pulled aside the pitifully small triangle of fabric covering my chest, revealing my large, erect breasts, and pounced on them, violating them fiercely.
Qinglin cried out, "Ouch—stop licking, it's numb! Suck harder, love me hard—" Under my skillful assault, Qinglin's nipples gradually hardened. On the areolas, which were the size of copper coins, the two erect nipples were about the length of my little finger, making them easy to suck. I nibbled and bit at her nipples. Her soft breasts could be kneaded into various shapes without much effort. Her breasts were large and firm, yet soft as if made of water, not like they had been augmented.
Qinglin's lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids, flowing from her vulva. Just as I was admiring the beautiful sight before me, Qinglin noticed that I hadn't even taken off her clothes. She impatiently climbed up, ripped off my underwear, and with one slender hand grasped my half-erect, still-pointing-to-the-right soldier (it bends to the right when it's not erect), and began sucking on it. With her other hand, she played with my drooping testicles, making them sway back and forth.
Qinglin sucked intensely, and the "sizzling" sound from her saliva-filled mouth was like sucking on a dripping, melting popsicle. My penis quickly went from "pointing to the right" to "standing at attention," proudly erect like a military parade. Qinglin was overjoyed, and the hand that had been holding my penis began to stroke it up and down, her soft tongue entwining around the hot glans, both pleasurable and deadly.
I quickly gave up and hurriedly said, "Sis, stop! You'll ejaculate if you keep going, what a waste!" Qinglin said, "It's okay, I'll drink it."
I said, "I've been saving up for so long, this first time is definitely going to be a powerful, explosive infusion! I'll definitely get you pregnant!" Qinglin thought of the amount of semen stored in my huge, drooping testicles, and excitedly pounced on me on the bed. She grasped my wet penis, aligned her tender vagina with the glans, and sat down. A slit of flesh dripping with love juice was stretched open, and then the half-foot-long penis was swallowed whole.
Qinglin closed her eyes, licked her lips, and looked completely intoxicated. She held my stomach with both hands and began to twist her waist. I reached out and grasped her two peaks, gently kneading her breasts while flicking her two erect nipples with my fingers. Qinglin put her hands behind her back and supported herself on my thighs, making her breasts even more erect, and let out intoxicated moans, which were very pleasing to a man.
Lying down with his arms outstretched, he had nowhere to put support, and his arms quickly grew tired. He could only lower them to support Qinglin's slender waist. He watched as she twisted her serpentine waist and pert buttocks back and forth, letting the penis churn inside her tender opening, making a "sizzling" sound. Not satisfied with just one twist,
Qinglin leaned forward slightly, her hands supporting her slightly chubby belly, her legs forming an M-shape on the bed. Then she stood up slightly, letting her tender opening release the penis, leaving only the glans inside, before sitting down again. The soft Simmons mattress was incredibly elastic, and each time she sat down, it bounced back under her weight, allowing her to exert less effort. The sound of their union changed from a "sizzling" sound to a crisp "slapping" sound.
I had Qinglin turn around so her back was facing me. Watching her tender vagina swallow my penis again, from this angle I couldn't see the ∧-shaped folds above her vagina. The junction of my penis and her vagina was tightly closed, the thick penis stretching her vagina into a ring shape. Qinglin relaxed her lower body as much as possible to accommodate the large penis, allowing her delicate little chrysanthemum to open a dark, mysterious opening.
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I noticed Qinglin's back; her originally fair skin had become somewhat tanned from wearing light summer clothes. There was a thin white mark on her back—the mark of her bra strap. Usually, there's a noticeable color difference between the body and arms, but on Qinglin's skin, the color difference was only from this bra strap, indicating she usually only wore a bra. Her snow-white, pert buttocks didn't have a noticeable color difference from her thighs, probably because she often wore stockings.
It seems her godfather, who likes "god-daughters," has this kind of taste. The thought of that "godfather" who could enjoy this beauty so often, even anytime, ignited a nameless fire within me. My hips thrust upwards in rhythm with Qinglin's movements, causing her to moan softly.
I gripped her full, snowy buttocks tightly, finding them surprisingly soft and supple. I pinched her flesh and pulled outwards with my thumbs, revealing her delicate anus, which blossomed open, exposing a mysterious opening. I couldn't resist inserting a finger to explore, and it slid in smoothly.
Qinglin cried out, "Eek—not there… Ah… No…" I inserted two index fingers into her anus, gently prying it open, creating an opening large enough to fit a pen. A beauty like Qinglin, every man who gets her wants to explore all sorts of pleasures on her. I'm not surprised that her anus has been deflowered, but it still feels a little uncomfortable. I said, "Your anus looks so loose,
has it been fucked before? Who deflowered you?" Qinglin: "Ah ha... The night we first slept together, I met him at the bar I was at. A guy who hit on me deflowered me. My godfather also likes to fuck my anus." I increased the intensity of my thrusts and asked in an unfriendly tone:
"You slept with a stranger who hit on you?" Qinglin had her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, but her tone was clearly provocative. She said, "That man was handsome and mature. I slept with him for two months. If he hadn't wanted to marry me later, I wouldn't have been willing to break up with him. I just like mature men, like my godfather." I was furious: "They can't compare to me!"
Qinglin laughed as she responded to the thrusts of my penis: "You're just a little kid, at best just my plaything." I, who was lying down, suddenly got up and sat down with her back to me. I pushed Qinglin down onto the bed, making her kneel.

I grabbed her slender waist and thrust violently behind her, angrily saying, "Who's whose plaything is another matter! Tonight I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you until you're pregnant!" Qinglin moaned, "Ah...so intense...like this...ah...harder!..." I straightened my upper body, using my waist and abdomen to thrust my penis quickly and powerfully into Qinglin's tender and wet vagina. The hard, thick edges of my glans scraped against the smooth inner walls, while Qinglin's tight vagina contracted and enveloped my penis in an orderly manner.
Me: "Damn, this hole sucks so well, it feels so good..."
Qinglin: "You're the best... Ah... Harder... So deep... You're really fucking me to death..." Qinglin's moans were full of passion, her voice soft and plaintive, capable of evoking immense tenderness in men, but also stirring in another type of man a primal desire for destruction, the ruthless pleasure of ruthlessly destroying something beautiful in the world! And I belonged to the latter, at least at this moment. Qinglin's seductive moans, culminating in a tearful pleas for mercy,
gave me the greatest sense of conquest and satisfaction. I gripped Qinglin's slender waist tightly with both hands, my hips tensed, I thrust deeply and shallowly, my thighs powerfully slamming against Qinglin's snow-white, round buttocks, my large, drooping scrotum slapping against Qinglin's mons pubis, making a "slap... slap... slap" sound, the frequency of which was almost as loud as the sound of a submachine gun.
Qinglin, tormented by this passion, paled, her tender orifice trembling with each passing moment. She felt all her strength drained, collapsing weakly onto the bed, allowing me to lift her buttocks high and unleash my lust. After what seemed like an eternity, a powerful wave of heat erupted from deep within Qinglin's lower abdomen. I felt hot, sticky fluid gushing from the inner walls of her cervix, scalding my swollen glans. I heard Qinglin let out a groan, almost painful, which nearly made me lose control.
I pulled out my penis, turned Qinglin over so she lay flat, her eyes filled with sorrow. She murmured, "You bad boy, you're so mean! I was almost there, why did you stop?" I thrust my penis back into her now incredibly hot and wet passage, our fingers intertwined, and whispered, "When I ejaculate, I want to look at your face." We kissed passionately, reigniting her near-orgasmic desire. As I thrust wildly, she clung to me tightly, tilting her head back and crying out:
"Oh my god! My heart is going to stop... I'm going to cum! Husband... I love you..." Another gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, filled with all her passion. I felt my scrotum contracting in waves, as if it were deploying troops. My penis trembled inside the hot, sticky, and constantly spasming cavity. Finally, the gate of ejaculation opened wide, and my penis plunged to the deepest point. A torrent of fluid gushed out angrily, slamming hard into the depths of her flower core.
After two powerful ejaculations in succession, my penis continued to tremble, slowly expelling the remaining semen. When all the semen had been ejaculated, I pulled out my semi-erect penis. A thread of semen was still lingering on her tender vagina. Clumps of viscous semen were squeezed out of her vagina, flowing back into her slightly open anus. Most of it remained on the sheets, forming a small pool of semen.
I held my penis above Qinglin's head. Qinglin opened her cherry-like mouth, and I grasped the base of my penis and squeezed it towards the glans. The semen remaining in the urethra was squeezed out and fell into Qinglin's mouth. She gently sucked away the last drop of semen from the urethral opening, closed her eyes in satisfaction, and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.
"You ejaculated so much! What if I really get pregnant?" Qinglin said worriedly.
I said, "You said it yourself, just have the baby. By the way, you just called me 'husband,' say it again." Qinglin said, "Hehe, I wasn't calling you."
This answer made me feel uneasy. I suddenly thought of my first love. She once said that childhood sweethearts would never become lovers. Although she said it too definitively, there was some truth to it. Just like I knew that she gave her virginity to her childhood sweetheart, and we still maintained a sexual relationship while we were dating, but her boyfriend was still me.
While my thoughts were wandering, Qinglin had already closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling gently, and she was sleeping peacefully. I stared at her beautiful face for a while, then helped her take off her high heels, turned off the light, and lay down to sleep.
Later that night, I got up to use the bathroom and came back to find Qinglin sleeping elegantly and alluringly. She was still wearing her sexy lingerie, though it was a little messy, and her rosy nipples were peeking out playfully from her half-exposed breasts. My desire was reignited, and I kissed her lips while caressing her breasts. Awakened,
Qinglin groggily asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "You're so beautiful, I want to do it again."
Qinglin stammered, "Ugh...mmm..."
Without giving her a chance to refuse, I forcefully kissed her, my tongue aggressively plunging into her mouth. The lingering stench of my semen in her mouth was somewhat nauseating, but I was also moved that she could swallow it with such ecstasy. My desire burned even brighter... Life was monotonous and unproductive; time always flies by, and before I knew it, it was 2014. In fact, I didn't have many opportunities to have sex with Qinglin.
The shortest interval was a week, and sometimes I wouldn't touch her even once a month. Although I've had other women in the past six months, I won't write about them in this article. As for Qinglin and me, we've maintained this...sexual relationship.
Actually, I always thought that Qinglin and I had feelings for each other beyond blood ties and lust, although these feelings didn't reach the level of romance, until I learned this year during the Qingming Festival that she had just gotten a marriage certificate with another man.
Actually, it happened shortly before writing this article during the Qingming Festival. During the holiday, Qinglin told me that she wanted to go back to Heshan to see her father, and since I had nothing else to do, I accompanied her back.
Qinglin's father, my uncle, had remarried in Heshan. During a family meal, he said something that struck me like a bolt from the blue. He said to Qinglin, "Linlin, didn't you say you just got your marriage certificate? Why didn't you bring your husband back?" Qinglin replied, "We didn't have a wedding banquet. He went back to his hometown for Qingming Festival. I only had a few days off, so I couldn't wait for him to come back and bring him to see you." I don't remember what they said after that, or what the food tasted like. I numbly responded to what others said, and the day passed in a daze.
Heshan is a godforsaken place; there's nothing to do there. We don't have any graves to sweep. If we were to do Qingming Festival, our hometown should be in the north, but my father has never been back since I was born… But I digress. Anyway, the next day after lunch, Qinglin and I drove away from Heshan in her car.
Driving through the desolate countryside, thinking about how Qinglin had gotten married without me even realizing it, I suddenly pulled over. Qinglin looked at me suspiciously and asked what I was doing. I lowered my head and thought for a long time before finally managing to say, "When did you get married?" Qinglin: "Not long ago, we got our marriage certificate last week.
Judging from your expression, it seems you're not happy that your older sister got married." Me: "I'm not really happy, I don't know why, don't mind me... Um, could you tell me which lucky guy got to marry such a beauty like my sister?" Qinglin reached out her delicate hand and stroked my face, chuckling softly, "You seem quite upset. My dear brother,
although I love you, I can't marry you after all; I have to get married eventually. The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid you'd be unhappy." I looked at Qinglin and noticed that her demeanor had changed. She was wearing a thin long-sleeved sweater, a very nice style, and casual trousers in matching colors. She had lost the sexy, elfin vibe of last summer, and gained a more mature and intellectual air.
Back in Liuzhou that day, the exhaustion from the day couldn't extinguish the passion that had been ignited within us. That night, Qinglin was gentle and reserved, and I was completely absorbed. As we rolled around in bed, there seemed to be something inexplicable about us, like a whispered
conversation after the passion had subsided. In it, Qinglin answered my question. Her previous sugar daddy had lost interest in her sexually; simply put, he was tired of her and gave her a "breakup fee" before sending her away. Her current husband was a classmate and boyfriend from university. He was honest, a bit dull and not very romantic, but he was the kind of man who could build a stable life with Qinglin. She loved him very much.
The next day, when Qinglin left, she said to me, "I'm stopping my medication. Last night was the most wonderful night we ever had, and it's also the last." I asked, "Can't I contact you anymore?"
Qinglin replied, "You're like a younger brother to me. Of course, you can come and play, but no sleeping together. I'm a used woman now. I can't guarantee I won't cheat on you after marriage, but I'll only have children with my husband. So, until my husband wants children and I become a mother, I will never sleep with anyone else." The story ends here.
We haven't been in contact since Qinglin left that day. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this article, nor do I know what my mindset was when I posted it online.
I won't change the place names or her name. What if her husband finds this article online someday? Even if he doesn't know, will her or his friends and family see it? Will I ruin her family? Maybe I'm overthinking it. Not many people will read my article anyway; the probability of it causing serious consequences is too low.
I wrote this article in one go, for 20 hours straight! I guess my eyes are bloodshot.
I use words to vent my feelings and bring an end to this unforgivable incestuous relationship between siblings.
[The End]

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