Uncle, fuck me to death! [The End]

The night was deep. In the deep blue night sky, dense stars twinkled, like lovers whispering secrets. The low, mournful song of unknown autumn insects drifted faintly from outside.

Unable to sleep most of the night, I resolutely turned over and said to myself, "Tomorrow, I must bring Uncle here." Then, I gently rubbed my clitoris... and fell asleep.

My uncle lived in the countryside, two hundred kilometers away, which was also my maternal home. When I was three, my father passed away. Seeing that the family, already burdened with debt, could no longer survive, my mother abandoned me at my uncle's house and disappeared. My uncle took me in.

Raising a three-year-old girl was truly difficult. First, there was no money. My father and uncle had an accident while planting trees on the mountain. My father fell badly and, to pay for his medical treatment, my uncle spent all his savings and incurred tens of thousands of yuan in debt. Second, my uncle didn't know how to take care of children. My uncle was only seventeen years old then, still in high school, planning to go to university. But he had to drop out because he needed to take care of me and earn a living.

To avoid becoming a burden on him, I got married right after graduating high school at eighteen, because my uncle, burdened with debt, could no longer support me. The debts he incurred to treat my father's illness were all "raised money."

What is "raised money"? It's a type of private lending in rural areas with very high interest rates. Not only were the interest rates high, but they also compounded. My uncle hadn't been able to pay off this debt until my wedding. But what else could he do? How could my uncle not pay for my father's treatment?!

I can't even imagine it. I'd slept in the same quilt as my uncle since I was three years old, and that continued until the night before my wedding. My uncle couldn't even afford to buy another quilt. For over ten years, I never saw my uncle buy himself a new piece of clothing. Besides taking care of me, he worked, like a wooden puppet, never saying a word.

In the fourteen years before my marriage, many people introduced potential partners to my uncle. However, upon hearing about my family's situation, none of the women were willing to marry my uncle… *** *** *** *** I drove slowly along the road back to my hometown to pick up my uncle, reminiscing about my childhood when we depended on each other. Every time I walked on this dusty and bumpy road, I would think of these memories.

As we approached the village, several mountain peaks stood prominently on both sides of the road.

My father had fallen from the highest mountain. To commemorate my father and uncle, I had leased these mountains a few years ago; now, the once barren mountains are fragrant with flowers and fruits, and shaded by green trees. Gazing at

the distant mountains, majestic and towering, I seemed to see my father from back then and my uncle from now.

When we arrived at my uncle's house around noon, he was running around in his yard catching chickens. The big rooster flew in front, and my uncle flew behind. The yard was bustling with activity, a scene of jubilation.

"Uncle, I missed you so much!" I quietly hugged him from behind like a child, refusing to let go.

Seeing me clinging to him so tightly, he struggled and said, "Let go of me!" "No, let me hug you for a while." I pressed my face against his, starting to whine as I always did.

"Silly girl, what else can I offer you?" Uncle sighed helplessly and stopped moving.

"I brought everything. You don't have to lift a finger today, I guarantee you'll have snacks for lunch!" I chuckled as I went to the car to get my lunch.

While preparing lunch, I chatted with Uncle.

He asked me with concern, "How's Xiaobao?" "He's great, his teacher loves him!" I said smugly, "But, things will get complicated next, no one's looking after him, otherwise why would I have rushed to pick you up?!" This was something I had prepared beforehand.

I knew Uncle didn't want to stay at my place because he had visited twice before, and each time there was a strange man staying with me. He didn't like me constantly changing guests.

"Why isn't anyone taking care of things? You have too many people in your family." My uncle's words clearly carried a hidden meaning. "Besides, there's a nanny, isn't there?" I knew my uncle was angry with me, so in order to get him to come with me, I had to create the necessary environment. "Who's taking care of things? I've driven away all the people you've seen before, and I even got rid of the nanny.

I'm going abroad this time, and I won't be back for eight or ten days. It's not good to leave the house to the nanny for such a long time." My uncle said doubtfully, "Everything's going well, why would you drive them away?" "I'll tell you the details later, but just tell me the truth, and I'm sure it won't work out!" I told myself: I can't tell you the truth, that man has a family, and his wife found out about our affair and beat him so badly he can't work at our company anymore. Can I say that?

The afternoon after my uncle arrived at my house, I went home early. Because I had to catch an evening flight to South Korea for business, I had to use the afternoon to explain things to my uncle before I left. Taking my son Xiaobao to school and looking after the house goes without saying, but the most important thing is that I spend an afternoon teaching my uncle how to use the internet and chat on QQ. This will make it much easier for us to stay in touch.

My forty-eight-year-old uncle is still as shrewd as he was in his youth; he learns everything very quickly. In no time, he learned how to turn the computer on and off, open QQ, and use Pinyin input. It's no wonder he learns things so fast; he was a top student at the county high school, but he didn't go to university because he was taking care of me. After I got married, he studied many courses in Chinese literature on his own and even taught at the village primary school. Later, the township middle school invited him to be a Chinese teacher several times, but he declined because the school was too far from home.

The online name I registered for my uncle is "Wutong Tree." I told my uncle that my online name is "Golden Phoenix."

*** *** *** *** "Whoosh, whoosh..." The night wind of South Korea, carrying the waves, crashed against the shore, splashing spray far away.

Standing on the balcony of an eighteenth-floor hotel in a foreign country, I gazed towards my hometown, reflecting on the events of the past decade… Fourteen years ago, filled with sorrow, I left my uncle's warm bed, the home where he had raised me with such care, and married into a family in the city, starting a business exporting agricultural products with my in-laws. After a few years, we made a considerable profit. My husband and I had our own company. I handled domestic procurement, and my husband handled international sales. In

the third year of our marriage, I gave birth to a son. From then on, my husband came home less and less. Finally, he simply told me that he had someone else abroad, but they weren't married. He asked if I was willing to relax for a while, but not divorce him, and that we could live as before when he returned in a few years.

I agreed; I wanted him to have his fun for a few years, after which he would lose interest. As for myself? From the time we got married until now, I had absolutely no interest in sex. Our married life had never been pleasant, so I thought it would be better if he didn't come back—it would save me trouble.

When I was twenty-seven, the company hired me a secretary. The young man was handsome, intelligent, and capable. I felt comfortable just looking at him. I don't know why, but sometimes I suddenly feel shy in front of this young man. I think to myself, how wonderful it would be to have a younger brother like him. Because I like him, I not only let him do things at work, but also sometimes at home. Later, I stopped needing a driver and just let him drive me around.

Once, I had to pick up a foreign businessman from the airport late at night. We waited at the hotel. The young man and I watched TV for a while, and I started to feel aches and pains in my back. I'd been so busy lately that I hadn't had a massage in a week. I sat down on the stool and said, "Come on, young man, give me a back massage." The young man went around behind me and started massaging me. It was really good. I don't know how he learned his massage skills, but I felt a jolt of electricity running through the back of my ears. I'd never felt this way before when women massaged me.

"Ah, so enjoyable!" I closed my eyes, almost falling asleep. Then I vaguely heard a woman's moans during sex, lingering and intoxicating, soothing and delightful. I opened my eyes and saw on the television screen a woman, seemingly crouching in the kitchen, her hands on the stove, being penetrated from behind by a man, his hands kneading her breasts.

At that moment, I felt my breasts swell, and my lower body itched.

Without thinking, I pressed the young man's hands onto my breasts and leaned back in my chair.

The young man bent down, kneading my breasts while kissing me, gently saying, "Sister, your brother loves you so much!" My breathing grew heavier, and my hands began to tremble. My lower body first felt numb and tingling, then twitched and contracted, and suddenly a gush of fluid erupted from my vagina. My moans and the moans of the woman being fucked on television came from different angles, rising and falling, this was the first time in my twenty-seven years that I had moaned with love.

"Will you fuck me?" I whispered, kissing the young man's tongue.

"Yes..." The young man's decisive voice made me feel sweet.

He lifted me up with his arms and pulled the chair back. Then, he gestured for me to bend over and put my hands on the TV cabinet. He lifted my skirt from behind and placed it on my lower back, so that my entire waist and hips were exposed to him. Then, he quickly pulled down my panties and his own pants.

He was panting heavily, like a steam train, and suddenly thrust his big cock into my pussy.

It went in so deep, it felt like it hit my flower bud. My whole body convulsed involuntarily. Before he had thrust a few times, I had my second orgasm. Gushes of fluid sprayed onto his lower abdomen and mons pubis, and then flowed down our thighs.

But this was just the beginning; the subsequent thrusting became even more intense.

"Little brother, I really can't take it anymore, please let me go!" I kept pleading in a sobbing voice.

Seeing my legs trembling uncontrollably, unable to stand any longer, he pulled out his penis and carried me to the bed behind him.

I lay on my back, my eyes glazed, my breathing rapid. My legs, dangling on the floor, trembled uncontrollably.

I felt like a willow catkin floating in the sky.

The young man didn't stop there. He wrapped my legs around his waist, then gripped my waist with both hands, and with a thrust, plunged his large penis into my vagina for the second time, followed by a storm of thrusting. I don't know how many times he fucked me.

I ejaculated for the third time. I turned into a puddle of mud.

From then on, for six months, I don't know how many times I let him fuck me. We fucked in the office, in the bathroom, in the car. This young man let me taste the sweetness of sex, let me know what it's like to be a woman.

Now I understand why my first man couldn't arouse my sexual desire. Because every time we have sex, he can only last two or three minutes at most, sometimes less than ten counts before he ejaculates. Such a short time won't give a woman pleasure, especially for young girls who haven't yet developed a sexual desire. This is even more harmful, causing girls to gradually lose interest in sex and even develop an aversion to it.

Furthermore, in my opinion, marriage is about exchanging food for sustenance. Someone gives you food, so you have to give them sex, not for pleasure. My husband, on the other hand, has sex to have children. I feel that every time he has sex with me, it's very difficult and strenuous. Sometimes, before he even inserts his penis into my vagina, he's already sweating profusely and has no energy left.

Now I truly understand his intention in saying "I can have an extramarital affair without divorcing him." He's doing it for my own good! What a good friend!

The young man and I both feel like we've known each other for ages. I feel so fortunate to have him like this for life. But I know I have a promise to my husband. I can have an extramarital affair, but I can't marry another man. How can this be acceptable to the young man? He was in his prime, he should have a family, a wife, and children, things I couldn't provide for him. Continuing like this wasn't fair to him, so I decided to repay him by showing him care and affection.

I chose the best girl from my company and married her to him. I also provided a full dowry and bought them a house. To ensure he could live a good life with his girlfriend, I stopped having sexual relations with other men.

This experience taught me not to associate with unmarried young men.

This young man was my second man, and soon I had a third and a fourth, because I desperately needed men; I couldn't stand going two days without sex. However, all of these relationships ended quickly.

My third sexual partner was a business collaborator. He was a divorced man with a son. We met at a business event and soon started sleeping together. We slept together twice, and we liked each other. Then he proposed marriage. So, I had to break up with him again.

This taught me not to associate with men who want to settle down.

My fourth affair was my most unfortunate experience. The reason is simple: he's a married man.

He's my office manager, just over fifty. I've known for a long time that he's always had impure thoughts about me. But I've never been interested in married men in the past, so I haven't paid him much attention. After two heartbreaking separations, I feel that my only way out is with married men. So, it's him.

Due to my intense and enormous sexual needs, he's constantly exhausted and unable to satisfy his wife. Soon, his wife discovered our affair. This woman is no pushover; she beat us both terribly, and my losses were even greater. Almost the whole street knew about my bad behavior.

This experience taught me that I can't associate with married men.

...The past is too painful to recall. The sea breeze in this foreign country is already quite chilly.

I closed the balcony door and returned to my room. I turned on my computer and contacted my uncle, seeing that he was still faithfully waiting for me. I told him we'd talk business tomorrow; I also told him I missed him. He told me that Xiaobao was very well-behaved.

Lying on the hotel bed, I longed for a man to hold me for a while, and I longed to make love. My breasts were swollen, and my vagina was itchy.

For some reason, I thought of the night before my wedding, just like the night I decided to bring my uncle to my house… In the cold winter, my uncle and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time in bed. I lay on my back in my uncle's arms, and he turned to his side, caressing my breasts with his large hand. My right hand accidentally grasped his penis.

At first, I thought it was his arm, and I gently stroked it back and forth. But later, when I stroked it to the front, I felt the head was flipped over. It dawned on me that this was my uncle's penis. My uncle's penis was so big and thick! (Now that I think about it, my uncle's penis was the biggest and thickest I had ever seen.) But at the time, I was puzzled. I saw that my friends' penises all had pointed heads, so why was my uncle's round head? Also, I really didn't know that a penis, besides being used for urination, could also be used for penetration, and that women needed it so much.

I am thirty-two years old now. When I got married, my uncle was the same age as me, also thirty-two. I often have sleepless nights thinking about men, I really want to be fucked. But, how much my uncle, that strong man back then, must have wanted to fuck! A voluptuous eighteen-year-old girl sleeping in his arms every night, what an irresistible temptation that would be for a grown man! But my uncle remained steadfast.

Uncle, uncle, how did you manage to resist back then? Uncle, uncle, you were so foolish, if you had just put your big cock in my cunt and enjoyed it, would I have refused?

I fell asleep lost in these thoughts… I dreamt of the towering mountain at the edge of my uncle's village. I also dreamt of my uncle fucking me with his big cock, it felt so good!

Since my uncle came to live with us, the company's business has been booming, with domestic and foreign customers flocking in. Because of my affair, the company's office director was dismissed, and the position has remained vacant. When I was overwhelmed, my uncle helped me with many things. He's incredibly quick to learn; in just over a month, he's basically mastered the company's operations and is now fully competent in the role.

I've decided to appoint him as the company's office director. To allow him to focus on his work, I sent my son to a boarding school in the provincial capital that only comes home once a week.

Tonight, a Japanese businessman and his wife are visiting and have invited my husband and me.

I don't have a husband! Besides, although I'm burning with desire, I dare not get involved with any more men; the "affair" has caused me so much suffering.

In desperation, I thought of my uncle again: "Uncle, can you do me a favor?" "What favor?" "Agree first, then we'll talk." I figured my uncle would most likely refuse, so I decided to set a trap for him.

"Go on, go on." Seeing my evasiveness, my uncle was getting impatient.

"But you said you'd agree." I persisted, "Tonight, a foreign business couple invited me and my husband to a meeting. I don't have anyone to accompany me. It would be impolite for me to go alone. Could you be my husband for a while and save my niece's life?" My uncle immediately said, "No, no. I can't do that." "You have to do it, whether you like it or not. Because you promised!" I started to act like a spoiled child. I thought to myself, you're the one who has to do this job, otherwise why would I have invited you?

Seeing that I was really desperate, my uncle had no choice but to compromise.

*** *** *** *** In the private room of the city's most luxurious hotel, the drinking game was in full swing.

The dozen or so business couples invited by the guests were frequently raising their glasses. The Japanese devils were really wicked; during the second round of drinking, they introduced a new drinking rule: whoever was to raise a glass had to recite an ancient poem first to enhance the drinking atmosphere. In our area, merchants don't do this kind of thing; everyone thinks it's too sour and pointless. It seems the Japanese came prepared, deliberately trying to embarrass us. Sure enough, two couples had already been stumped.

It was my uncle's turn third, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I knew my uncle was fairly well-educated, but he only taught at a primary school and had never seen this kind of program before! My

uncle remained calm and composed. He first filled everyone's cups with wine, then recited loudly:

"Longing for you, in Chang'an.

The cricket chirps by the golden well in autumn, a light frost chills the mat.

The lonely lamp flickers, my thoughts are almost unbearable, I roll up the curtain and gaze at the moon, sighing endlessly.

My beloved is like a flower beyond the clouds.

Above is the vast blue sky, below are the rippling green waters.

Heaven and earth are far apart, my soul flies in anguish, my dreams cannot reach the distant mountains.

Longing for you, it breaks my heart." As soon as my uncle finished speaking, applause erupted, and someone stood up to drink a cup in gratitude for the poem. Everyone agreed that the poem's rhythm and imagery were refreshing and invigorating; listening to it was a true pleasure. However, no one knew which poet it was by. My uncle told everyone it was Li Bai's "Chang Xiang Si" from the Tang Dynasty.

"What does your husband do? Chinese merchants don't understand poetry," the Japanese soldier asked, puzzled.

I told him, "My husband is a farmer, he works the land." Later, whenever I thought of this poem, I felt both proud of my uncle and moved to tears. I knew that my uncle must have used this poem to express his longing for me. How deeply my uncle had cherished my feelings all these years! This unspoken love permeated the character and spirit of such a man.

In my heart, I bowed deeply to my uncle, my husband today, and silently said: Uncle, I love you!

After the party, everyone went dancing.

I clung tightly to my uncle, refusing to let go. I pressed my face against his chest and said emotionally, "Uncle, I love you!" "Go away, don't talk nonsense!" my uncle said angrily. I felt my uncle's face turn red, and he was practically fuming.

The party ended, and we went home. I lay in bed, wanting my uncle to hold me while I slept, but I didn't dare say it.

An idea struck me, and I went to my uncle: "Uncle, something's wrong. My stomach hurts." "Really? It must be something from the hotel that wasn't clean." My uncle immediately got me some anti-inflammatory medicine.

"No, it still hurts." I said a while after taking the medicine.

"Where? Did you twist it?" my uncle asked anxiously.

"Here." I pointed through my clothes.

"Come on, let me see. You can't just take medicine randomly." My uncle, without any suspicion, put his hand inside my clothes.

"Not there, a little lower. No, it has to be lower. A little lower..." My uncle's hand touched my pubic hair. I grabbed my uncle's arm and pressed down hard. Suddenly, my uncle's finger almost entered my vagina.

My uncle shuddered, realized what was happening, and quickly pulled his arm away. I grabbed my uncle's arm and wouldn't let go, saying in a sweet voice,

"Uncle, don't go. I feel so uncomfortable here!" "Child, no! I'm your uncle..." My uncle decisively pulled his arm away.

I sensed that my uncle's feudalistic ethical concepts were deeply ingrained; rushing things wouldn't work. I needed to think of another way.

"Uncle, don't be angry, I was just teasing you."... The next morning, I prepared breakfast and went to call him. My uncle got up and ate listlessly, without saying a word.

After several online conversations with my uncle, he was now quite familiar with chatting on QQ. I thought, why don't I use a new name to pretend to be someone else and try to enlighten him online? No sooner said than done, I called him using the screen name "Little Hen," and he responded.

Little Hen: "Hello?" Sycamore Tree: "Hello, how are you?" Little Hen: "You're the eldest brother, right?" Sycamore Tree: "Forty-six." Little Hen: "Then I'm your younger sister." Sycamore Tree: "Big sister, the internet is really great; we can talk from any distance." Little Hen: "It's not just that; the key is that if you have any pent-up feelings, talking to someone who understands you makes you happy." Sycamore Tree: "Big sister, what do you do? How come you speak so clearly?" Little Hen: "I'm a university professor, specializing in educational psychology. I specialize in helping people resolve their unresolved issues." Sycamore Tree: "Haha, not bragging, right?" Little Hen: "Bragging? Why don't you try and see if you can stump me?" Sycamore Tree: "Then tell me why we don't allow close relatives to marry?" Little Hen: "That's for eugenics. Children from close relatives are more likely to have diseases." Sycamore Tree: "Then what about incest?" Little Hen: "In ancient times, for a very long time, humans lived in groups, sharing the same dwelling..." The group was mostly composed of close relatives, and their sexual relationships were very permissive. People believed that sex was solely for procreation, so mothers and children, siblings, fathers and daughters, etc., could freely engage in sexual intercourse within the communal community. However, over time, people discovered that children born to close relatives within the same tribe were not as physically or intellectually developed as children born from intercourse between different tribes. Gradually, people began to realize the seriousness of this problem. Due to the backwardness of the time, people believed that heaven forbade incestuous intercourse, otherwise, there would be retribution: the birth of unhealthy children.

Thus, incestuous intercourse was defined as: incest—strictly forbidden! The sycamore tree asked, "Will incest really be punished by heaven?" The little hen replied, "Of course not, it just affects the health of the next generation. The idea of divine punishment is just a pretext people made up to prevent incest!" The sycamore tree exclaimed, "Ah, I see! This is the first time I've heard of it." The little hen added, "Actually, incestuous sex is acceptable, as long as you don't have children!"

Wutong Tree: "Thank you, little sister. I've been struggling with this for a while now. The reason is that I didn't understand this principle, but today I finally do. Thank you!" Little Hen: "Just thanking me isn't enough; you'll have to treat me to a meal sometime." Wutong Tree: "Sure! But you'll have to be able to drink a pound of baijiu. Otherwise, I won't treat you." Little Hen: "I can't even drink half a pound, so don't bother. I'm already happy to have you as an online friend." Wutong Tree: "How do you know all this, little sister?" Little Hen: "Brother, to be honest, I don't know either. I saw it online." Wutong Tree: "What's the name of this article?" Little Hen: "It's called 'Daughter's Breast Milk.' You can find it by searching on Google.

Brother? You're busy, I have to go now." As soon as I got home from work, my uncle asked me how to use "Google." I thought, "This is it!"

The next day, I continued to call him using QQ.

Little Hen: "Big Brother, are you online?" Sycamore Tree: "Little Sister, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for ages." Little Hen: "Did you see that article?" Sycamore Tree: "Yes." Little Hen: "I didn't lie to you, did I?" Sycamore Tree: "No. You're really capable; I admire you. You solved my problem. But I still want to ask you: do you share the same views as the article?" Little Hen: "I agree with the views in the book. I believe that every feudal ethical and moral concept arose based on the level of scientific progress at the time and served the social order of that time. With the progress and development of science, some feudal ethical and moral concepts have been eliminated, some will be eliminated in the future, and some will be passed down in our Chinese nation for a long time." Little Hen: "Let's talk about the eliminated ones first. Confucius..." The traditional Chinese saying, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no descendants," has been eliminated. In the past, not having a son was contemptuously referred to as "extinction of the family line." People would curse someone by saying, "You little brat, you're so mean, I'll make sure your family line is extinct for generations." Why was such an ethical concept established? It was because China's population was too small at the time, and society and the country needed to reproduce in large numbers to meet the demand for labor. However, nowadays, China's population is severely overloaded, and after implementing the family planning policy, the concept of "extinction of the family line" no longer exists. The idea that boys and girls are equal is now widely accepted. The little hen continued, "Similarly, the idea that 'a good woman doesn't marry twice'—the idea that 'a woman should remain faithful to one husband until death'—has also been eliminated. The feudal ethical concept that 'sexual intercourse between blood relatives is shameful' will also be eliminated. Why do I say this? Because the reason this concept was formed was for the purpose of eugenics."

The ancients said, "Close relatives will not have many children." In those days, without contraception, intercourse could lead to pregnancy. To ensure the health of their offspring, people had to forgo pleasure and painfully forbid incestuous relationships, thus establishing the concept of "incest." Today, with effective contraception, we have no worries about pregnancy from intercourse. Since intercourse is for pleasure, there's no need to rigidly adhere to the outdated rule against incest. If two people like each other, they should be able to have sex.

"Some concepts will be phased out in the future. For example, the legal marriage we practice now will be replaced by marriage of convenience. More importantly, our good traditional Chinese values will be preserved forever, such as respecting the elderly and caring for the young." The sycamore tree said, "You're absolutely right." The little hen said, "So, I think whether or not one can have sexual relations shouldn't be a matter of blood ties." The sycamore tree asked, "Then what is the issue?" The little hen said, "The key is whether or not they like each other. If they like each other, then it's okay; if they don't, then it's not. Brother, what's bothering you?" The sycamore tree said, "I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but I now feel this isn't something shameful; it's a serious matter for everyone. My niece is fourteen years younger than me, and she likes me—the kind of 'love between a man and a woman.' One day she let me touch her genitals." The little hen said: "Do you like her?" The sycamore tree: "I like her very much. I've slept with her since she was three, and I did until she got married at eighteen. Not only do we have a deep affection for each other, but she's also incredibly beautiful. Once I've held her, I can't be interested in any other woman." The little hen: "What exactly do you like about her?" The sycamore tree: "She's cheerful and generous, and exceptionally beautiful. Some people say she looks like Liu Fangfei, the host of CCTV, while others say she looks like the female manager of Fengwu Manor in the TV series 'Liu Laogen.' I think she's like Xi Shi." The sycamore tree: "Her figure is exceptionally beautiful, like a jade tree in the wind, graceful and charming. Her breasts are full and well-proportioned, arousing strong sexual desire in men; her hips are short and upturned, like a dancer's; and most remarkably, her plump vulva is like a steamed bun." There's a saying: "A good woman is hard to find, a good man is hard to find." It's rare to find a woman with a "steamed bun" shape among thousands of women. You can even see the fleshy texture of her vagina through her pants. I've heard that men find this type of vagina incredibly satisfying to fuck. She was originally a farm girl, but because she was beautiful, she was married off to a rich man from the city. Many people tried to arrange marriages for me, but I was always thinking about her beauty, so I couldn't find a single woman I liked. "Sister, I've told you everything, but there's still something I don't understand. Can you tell me?" "Sure! Tell me, brother." "Sister, why are you so concerned about incest?" "Brother, I also grew up in my uncle's house, just like your niece." "I'm thirty-two this year too. If we're being serious, I should call you uncle! Why am I thinking about this? Because I've encountered the same problem as you. I want you to be my man, but I don't know if it's the right thing to do, so I started researching this." The sycamore tree: "You like him because he raised you?" The little hen: "No. First, I like that his penis is big, which satisfies me; second, I like that he's good-looking, which makes me happy; third, our special relationship makes me feel secure. I primarily feel that he can satisfy me.

When we lived together before, by chance, I discovered that his penis was huge. None of the men I've been with since I got married have been as magnificent as his. I thought such a big penis would definitely make me feel good."

"Secondly, my uncle looks remarkably like the actor who played Guan Yu in the TV series 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms.' I've never met such a handsome man. I don't even need to do anything; just seeing him makes my heart flutter.

Thirdly, our uncle-daughter relationship has unique advantages in sex. First, it's convenient—we're in the same house, so we can have sex whenever we want, saving time and keeping it a secret. Second, it's undisturbed; it's our own business, no one else cares. Finally, there are no worries. We don't have to think about marriage or starting a family; it's worry-free." The little hen: "Uncle, am I right?" The sycamore tree: "Yes, that's exactly it. 'A single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of study.' You've enlightened me." The little hen: "You've also made me understand a principle: countless fathers secretly love their daughters; similarly, countless daughters are devoted to their fathers. Our relationship is like that of a father and daughter. It's so good to have an uncle like you; I love uncles like you! Uncle, can you hug me?" *** *** *** ***Back home, I sensed that my uncle was in a good mood today. However, having learned from past mistakes, I couldn't rush things with him. Although he had gone through a theoretical acceptance process, he also needed a psychological one; it had to be done step by step… “Uncle, can you do me a favor?” I poked my head out of the bathroom and called out sweetly.

“Sure, what is it?” My uncle was watching TV.

“Get me my yukata.” “Where is it?” “On my bed.” “Don’t move, wait.” Every night before bed, I take a shower. My uncle indeed agreed to my request. I reached my hand out of the bathroom door and took the yukata from him. With the door half-open and my half-protruding body, I figured my uncle could see some things.

I put on the yukata, deliberately only loosely tying the belt. I also placed my underwear, which I had just changed out of, in a conspicuous place in the bathroom so my uncle would find it later.

After everything was planned, I walked out of the bathroom. I pretended to go get something, pacing back and forth between my uncle and the TV several times. With each step, my firm breasts and plump vulva would occasionally peek out from my loose bathrobe.

I blocked his view and walked step by step past him to his side, leaning on his shoulder and saying, "Uncle, go take a shower, the water temperature is just right now." My uncle seemed to take a longer shower than usual today; he came out after a long while and went back to his room. With a nervous heart, I went to the bathroom to check. I opened my underwear and saw a lot of semen on it. I was so happy! Wow! My uncle was aroused! I succeeded!

*** *** *** *** In the blink of an eye, the National Day holiday arrived.

The afternoon before the holiday, I planned to go shopping first, then have my uncle pick up Xiaobao from the provincial capital. At the supermarket, I looked at this and that, and before I knew it, I had bought a lot of things.

Buying was easy, but carrying them upstairs was a real struggle. When we got home, my uncle carried most of the things, but I was responsible for carrying the rest. Wearing high heels, I was carrying the things up the stairs, unable to see where I was going, and I misstepped and twisted my ankle. I dropped the things and sat down on the ground.

My uncle had already walked quite a distance and didn't see what happened. When he came back to get me, he saw me sitting on the ground, unable to move, and realized I was injured.

"Don't move, wait for me to bring the things up and come back for you," my uncle instructed. I felt sorry for my uncle; he had already made several trips. We live on the fourth floor, it's not easy for him!

My uncle came back even faster than the first time, saying to me, "Come here, put your arms around my neck." Without another word, he picked me up and carried me away.

I weigh over 130 pounds, probably over 140 now, but my uncle carried me quickly up the stairs without any strain. My uncle is so strong!

He put me on the sofa and quickly took off my shoes and socks. While massaging me, he said, "Don't worry, I'll put some medicine on you, and you'll be fine by tonight." My uncle brought another stool and sat down in front of me, placing my feet on his lap to apply the medicine. Then came a very comfortable massage. I thought to myself, "If only I had known I'd get this treatment, hehe!"

My uncle asked me where it hurt, and I said this and that, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I wanted my uncle to massage everywhere. My uncle started from my ankles, massaging downwards, and soon reached the soles and arches of my feet. My uncle gently rubbed the soles of my feet with his two thumbs, and I felt an intense itch, like being touched on my clitoris.

After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore. My love juices kept flowing, it felt like my panties were already wet, and I kept moaning, "Ah!...Uncle, it feels so good, so itchy!" I pulled up my skirt, so my panties were completely exposed. I was wearing those lace panties, and you could clearly see my pubic hair and labia from the outside, not to mention my mons pubis.

Uncle rubbed my feet, and I slid down the back of the sofa. After a while, my toes touched Uncle's inner thighs, and I used my toes to touch Uncle's penis, feeling how big and hard it was!

I kept touching and rubbing Uncle's erect penis with my toes, and soon Uncle's crotch was bulging from his penis.

I pulled Uncle's hand and pressed it on my mons pubis, and Uncle started to touch my vulva through my panties... "Ring, ring, ring..." Someone knocked on the door.

Uncle and I both snapped out of our reverie: "Who is it?" "The bus to the provincial capital is here." It was the driver who was picking up Uncle. This damn thing ruined what was going on between Uncle and me.

*** *** *** *** During the National Day holiday, the children couldn't do anything at home. Two weeks later, Xiao Bao went back to school, and it was also Uncle's birthday.

October 15th was Uncle's 46th birthday. I specially went up the mountain to pick a lot of bright red maple leaves and placed them on the dining table in two large vases. The atmosphere was both festive and lively.

I bought some dishes that we couldn't cook well, and I also cooked some of Uncle's favorite dishes to go with his drinks. What a sumptuous dinner!

Usually, Uncle drinks by himself, and I rarely drink. Today, I set out two glasses and poured sorghum liquor made with deer antler and said, "Uncle, I'll drink with you today, are you happy?" "Why are you drinking with me? Aren't you afraid I'll get you drunk?" Uncle was trying to scare me, afraid I would drink too much.

"Why? Think about it yourself. If you can't remember, you'll have to drink a penalty shot. As for whether you're afraid of getting drunk, who knows who'll get drunk? Nobody can regret it. How about we drink and see?" I deliberately teased my uncle. "If you don't mind, let's drink the first one to wish you happiness, Uncle!" My uncle seemed to be thinking about something and downed his drink in one gulp.

"How about that? You know why you won't?" I poured a second glass. "I'll give you three minutes. If you can't remember, you'll have to drink two glasses." I drank the second glass in one

go. "Okay, okay, I'll drink two glasses." My uncle knew I couldn't hold my liquor as well as him, so he wasn't on guard against me.

"Have you thought about it?" I poured a third glass.

"No, I still can't remember. I'd rather have two drinks." "Two drinks? No way." "Why?" "There's a first and a second time, but not a third or fourth." "Then what do I do?" "What do I do? Listen to me and I'll tell you, or I won't." "Okay, okay! Tell me, how do I drink?" "Uncle, I'll feed you this one!" Saying that, I sat on my uncle's lap, wrapped my arms around his big neck, and fed him the wine from my mouth. Then I started kissing him. My uncle closed his eyes, hugged my waist, and wrapped my tongue in his mouth.

I pulled my uncle's hand to touch my breasts, and then touched my uncle's penis. Even through his pants, I could feel how thick and big his penis was, hard as steel. I unzipped my uncle's pants, and his big penis popped out, just like when I held it years ago. Under the light, a little semen seeped out from the thick glans, like a newly issued steel helmet on a strong man's head, shiny and sparking.

"Uncle, do you know? I love your big cock so much!" I said, suddenly taking his big cock into my mouth.

"Baby, do you know? Uncle loves you too!" Uncle straightened up as I took his cock in his mouth.

"Uncle, let me lick your head, does it feel good?" I rolled my tongue around his glans.

"Baby, it feels so good!" I took off my underwear, straddled his big cock, hugged his big neck, and suddenly sat his big cock into my pussy. "Uncle, I'm putting it in myself! Can you feel it?" "Yes, it feels so good!" I moved my body up and down, letting his big cock thrust in and out of my pussy from bottom to top. The speed got faster and faster.

My heart was pounding, and I screamed, "Uncle, I'm going to squirt! Fuck me hard! Ahh..." As I spoke, a stream of water shot out from my pussy, spraying onto Uncle's cock and pants.

I said shyly, "Uncle, shall we go wash up?" The bathroom was steamy. My uncle and I were both completely naked. After he lathered me with soap, he washed me.

When he washed my breasts, I said, "Can you wrap me up?" He put his arm around my waist and licked my nipples.

"Uncle, my pussy is so itchy!" Hearing me say that, he inserted his fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris.

"Ah, ah..." I cried out.

"Uncle, can you fuck me?" I leaned on the tub and stuck my butt out to him.

He aimed his big cock at my pussy, grabbed my hips with both hands, and thrust hard, "plop," he shoved his big cock into my pussy. He thrust hard a couple of times, then gently pulled back and forth at the entrance.

"Uncle, harder!" I cried out, this gentler thrusting only fueled my lust.

When he heard me say "harder," he increased the speed, thrusting his big cock all the way in.

"Uncle, faster!" he yelled, like a machine gun firing.

"Ah...ah...Uncle, I...can't...take it...anymore!" A wave of heat gushed out of my vagina.

Uncle is amazing. I squirted twice, but Uncle still didn't ejaculate.

Uncle pulled out his penis, turned me around so I was facing him, then lifted me up by the buttocks, making my legs wrap around his waist, and inserted his penis into my vagina from below.

"Uncle, it feels so good. I've never been fucked like this before!" I moaned, writhing on top of him.

"Ah...ah! I'm going to fuck you to death, my darling!" Uncle yelled, ejaculating inside me.

That night, Uncle ejaculated twice more inside me.

...Autumn turned to spring, seasons changed. More than ten years have passed in a flash, and I am still sweetly and happily being Uncle's woman.

If there is an afterlife, Uncle, I will still be your woman.

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