Xiao Mian, the 19-year-old nanny

This happened ten years ago. That year, my wife gave birth, and since my parents lived in another city and couldn't come to help us take care of the baby, we decided to hire a nanny.

The nanny, named Xiaomian, was found at the local labor market. She was nineteen years old and came to the city from a poor mountainous area in Southwest China. She was thin and not particularly pretty. Perhaps due to malnutrition, her face was covered in freckles. Her clothes were very old and worn, clearly indicating she had just come from a poor area. On her first day, my wife found her a set of old clothes to change into, while Xiaomian immediately threw away her own old clothes.

Xiaomian's main job was to look after the baby while we were at work during the day, and sometimes she would help us with other chores. In her spare time, her biggest hobby was watching television. Her hometown didn't have electricity at the time, and she said she had never seen a television before. Initially, when watching TV dramas, she couldn't understand the difference between the characters and events in the dramas and reality, thinking that the stories of joy and sorrow depicted on TV were happening to the actors themselves.

Soon, half a year passed. Little Mian, who ate vegetables and meat with us every day, had changed a lot. She was much plumper than when she arrived, and her skin was fairer. That period was her developmental stage, and because of the ample nutrition, she became unrecognizable. Especially in summer, her figure, uniquely that of a girl, could no longer be hidden by thin clothes. I remember when she first arrived, the neighbors, seeing how thin and small she was, compared her to a character from a literary work: a slender reed.

One day, as she bent down to pick something up in front of me, her neckline drooped, and I was surprised to find that, without realizing it, she had grown into a woman: her once flat chest was now partially visible, revealing a pair of white breasts.

A single glance filled me with emotion, and my heart skipped a beat.

I began to realize that this little nanny who walked around me every day was gradually maturing into a full-figured woman. I had always treated her as a little girl, and had never even considered her female identity. After realizing this, I felt a mix of unease and a strange excitement and anticipation about living under the same roof with her every day.

Finally, it happened.

My wife had been away on a business trip for almost two weeks. Every night, after the children were asleep, Xiaomian would come to the living room and sit in a chair to watch TV with me. I would often sit on the sofa, fiddling with the remote, casually answering her curious questions about the show.

When the plot showed a couple embracing and kissing, or scenes of them in swimsuits on the beach, I sensed her discomfort out of the corner of my eye. After all, she hadn't been out of that backward and isolated mountain village for very long. Whenever such scenes appeared, I also felt a little uncomfortable, as if the air itself was getting hot. Thinking back to that night, in the quiet of the night, a man and a woman were in a room, both watching TV, but a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere gradually filled the room.

My heart raced and my throat tightened. Just then, Xiaomian stood up and said, "Brother, do you want some water?" She went to the water glass and poured two glasses, handing one to me. When I took the glass, I noticed her hands had become plump and white. Looking back now, Xiaomian must have felt the same pink atmosphere and hazy allure as I did, her throat dry. For a long time, we were silent, seemingly engrossed in watching a TV drama. Actually, I was already feeling a bit restless. It

was past ten o'clock, and the TV programs were getting boring. Xiaomian stood up and said, "Brother, I'm going to sleep." A sudden desire and impulse rose within me, and I blurted out, "Wait!" Xiaomian, who was walking towards me, stopped when she heard me say that, waiting for me to continue. For

a moment, I didn't know what to say. After a pause, I made up my mind and said, "Xiaomian, come here, sit over here." She probably didn't expect me to say that and hesitated, unsure how to answer.

Seeing that she didn't move, I simply reached out and pulled her. This was bad. She tried to back away, struggling to break free of my grasp. I tightened my grip, pulling her towards me. After a brief struggle, she plopped down on the ground and burst into loud sobs. My sudden action had clearly frightened her.

I was terrified too. It was late at night; what if the neighbors heard and came running to ask what was wrong? I quickly and quietly scolded her, "Stop crying! Get up!" while simultaneously pulling her up forcefully. Xiao Mian wouldn't get up, continuing to sit down, but her crying noticeably subsided.

Xiao Mian's behavior left me at a loss. I hadn't expected her to react this way. I suddenly snapped to reality, inwardly berating myself: What am I doing! For a moment, I stood frozen, unsure how to handle the situation. Xiao Mian continued to sit on the ground, crying. I pulled her up again, whispering, "Okay, stop crying, get up. Do you want to sit on the ground until dawn?" "No, I won't get up!" Xiao Mian was quite stubborn.

"Okay, okay, you can sit down!" I said.

Time ticked by, and I still hadn't figured out what to do. My heart was pounding; I wondered if the neighbors had heard the commotion. Maybe someone was eavesdropping outside?

About an hour passed, and Xiaomian's crying had stopped. It was quiet outside; it was late.

Xiaomian slowly got up, head down, and went back to her and the child's room.

That night, I don't know how I fell asleep. My heart was pounding, wondering what tomorrow would bring. The next morning, when I saw Xiaomian again, she had her head down, a stern face, and didn't speak to me, silently going about her business. My wife returned the next day. Xiaomian was the same as always, neither saying nor doing much, and didn't mention leaving to work elsewhere. Gradually, my anxiety subsided.

Half a month later, my wife went on another business trip. At noon, I got off work and returned home. After eating, I sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. After finishing her chores in the kitchen, Xiaomian came to the living room and tidied up the mess on the table, her daily routine. But today was different; I had a vague feeling she wanted to say something.

Indeed, she lingered in the living room longer than usual, wiping here and there with a rag, as if waiting for something. I peeked at her from beside the newspaper and saw her face slightly flushed, her expression a mixture of shyness and something more. My heart began to flutter again.

I composed myself, cleared my throat, and said, "Xiaomian, thank you." Xiaomian stopped what she was doing, her gaze still fixed on the table, without speaking.

"Actually, that day, I was..." I didn't know how to explain without losing face or making her hold a grudge. "Actually, at that time... you seemed cute to me." I stammered.

Xiaomian looked up at me, still silent.

A fleeting glint of light flashed in her eyes, but I noticed it. I decided to go all in and said, "Stop working, sit here, let's talk." I gestured to the sofa next to me. Xiaomian hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over and sat on the single sofa next to me, her head slightly lowered, her eyes fixed on the ground.

I said, "I had a few drinks that day, and I was a little impulsive, also because you were so cute that day." Xiaomian's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head and whispered, "That day, I... I was immature, so stupid." My heart began to pound, and desire surged within me. I moved closer to her, reached out, and gently took her hand. This time she didn't pull away, letting me hold her hand. Her hand was a little hot, her face even redder, her eyelids lowered, and she had a shy, smiling expression.

I said softly, "Xiaomian, sit here," and pulled her up. Xiaomian struggled slightly, but I pulled her up and made her sit on the large sofa I was sitting on. I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, gently kissing her forehead while stroking her face. At this moment, Xiaomian's face was as red as a ripe apple, making her look adorable.

I continued whispering in her ear, "You're so cute, you know? Really, you've made me like you." At the same time, my hands began to roam over her body. First her face, then slowly moving to her neck, and then gently stroking downwards. Xiaomian closed her eyes, her body gradually softening.

My hand slipped inside her collar, touching her left breast; through her bra, it felt round and full.

I unhooked her bra, and instantly, a pair of white, firm breasts were in my hands, fully contained. Xiaomian's breasts were already well-developed, though the nipples were slightly inverted, but they were clearly hard. I felt a surge within me; my penis was already erect

and throbbing. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and Xiaomian's womanly bosom was completely exposed before my eyes. My hands roamed freely over Xiaomian's breasts and lower abdomen, feeling the delicate smoothness of her virgin skin. I lowered my head, cupped Xiaomian's right breast in my hand, gently took her nipple into my mouth, and licked it a few times with my tongue. I immediately felt Xiaomian's body wriggle slightly.

It was early summer, and Xiaomian was wearing a short skirt, so I decided to attack from below. I kissed her from below, putting my tongue into her mouth while stroking her thighs. First, I stroked her knees, then made circular motions towards her inner thighs. Gradually, my fingers slipped inside her panties, touching her tender labia. Xiaomian's vagina was wet, with some fluid flowing out, but not much.

After all, she was still a virgin. I pulled her panties down to her knees, completely exposing Xiaomian's genitals to my eyes. I could see the white inner thighs, the pinkish-white, rounded mons pubis, and amidst the light black pubic hair, a thin slit of flesh. At the tip of the slit, a pink, slightly shiny nipple protruded like a flower bud. I covered her vulva with my entire hand, and it felt wonderful.

If a camera had captured this moment, it would have been incredibly exciting and captivating. At that moment, Xiaomian's top was completely open, her beautiful breasts erect, and a deep belly button rising and falling with her breath on her flat stomach; her skirt was lifted to her waist, and her panties were pulled down to her knees, revealing her alluring virgin territory between her two white thighs.

Xiaomian couldn't sit still any longer and slowly slid down onto the sofa, closing her eyes, her breathing growing heavier. I lay on top of her, kissing her breasts and nipples while kneading her labia with my hands. Xiaomian slightly twisted her body, letting out soft moans. I continued to kiss and caress her patiently for about twenty minutes, when suddenly, Xiaomian uttered a mumbled sentence, seemingly impatient, as if saying,

"I can do it myself like this..." I quickly pressed her to say what she meant, but her face flushed, she turned away, and tightly shut her mouth, refusing to speak again.

I didn't delay any longer, quickly stripping off my clothes and straddling her. I parted her legs, aimed my already aroused and erect penis at her vulva, and slowly pushed it in. As I pushed, I carefully observed her reaction. Suddenly, my penis felt resistance; I knew it was her hymen. I hesitated: Should I break it? What would happen when she got married?

Just as I hesitated, unsure whether to push further, Xiaomian made a muffled sound, revealing a sense of anxiety. I steeled myself and thrust my penis in. "Ah!" Xiaomian cried softly, her brows furrowing, her hands gripping my arm tightly, her body arching. I knew I had broken Xiaomian's hymen.

I stopped, waiting for her body to relax before slowly thrusting again. I gradually increased the speed and depth, Xiaomian's expression constantly changing—as if in pain, as if about to cry, as if enduring some kind of torture, her fingers gripping my arm tightening and loosening.

After thrusting rapidly for over ten minutes, I felt my penis heat up; I was about to ejaculate. Fearing she might get pregnant, I pulled out my penis at the last moment before ejaculation and ejaculated on the floor. The head of my penis was covered in blood and mucus.

Looking at the sofa, there were also bloodstains and mucus. Xiaomian's vulva was swollen and red, wide open, the labia majora turned inside out, revealing the tender, red labia minora inside.

Xiaomian lay on her back on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly open, looking at the back of the sofa, her arms limply hanging down. The entire intercourse lasted for more than half an hour, and Xiaomian did not experience an orgasm. After all, this was her first time.

I cleaned up my penis, put it back in my pants, reached out and pulled Xiaomian up, letting her snuggle into my arms. I continued to kiss and caress her. I whispered in her ear, "Xiaomian, did you feel good? Do you regret it?" Xiaomian looked up at me shyly and resentfully, and said, "You're bad!" Her coquettish and adorable appearance made me unable to resist holding her in my arms. Xiao Mian responded passionately, embracing me tightly and actively seeking my lips. Her passionate lips sealed mine, her snake-like tongue exploring my mouth.

That night, after finishing her chores and putting the children to sleep, Xiao Mian quietly pushed open the door and came to my room, lying down beside me like a kitten. Like newlyweds, we were stirred by a fresh, exciting, and thrilling feeling, making love passionately, reluctant to leave.

Xiao Mian began to experience orgasm. As I was thrusting vigorously on top of her, Xiao Mian suddenly cried out, "Brother!" and hugged me tightly, her body trembling, making soft, sobbing sounds.

And so, my affair with Xiao Mian lasted for four years. Sometimes it happened when my wife was away on business, sometimes it was when I sneaked home from work. I fully unleashed my immoral desires on Xiao Mian, and Xiao Mian's desires were gradually awakened and released as well. When we were together, we made love to our hearts' content, trying almost every possible position.

Oral sex, anal sex, pouring hot water into her vagina and anus—Xiao Mian's lust grew stronger and stronger. Sometimes she would grab my penis and shove it into her mouth, sucking and biting, leaving my penis red and sore each time. Afraid of her getting pregnant, I usually used withdrawal or condoms. Sometimes I took a risk, calculating her safe period and ejaculating inside her vagina.

Xiao Mian knew our relationship had no future. She once earnestly asked me to give her a child, saying she wanted to marry someone from her hometown in the city and have me ejaculate completely inside her before the wedding to get her pregnant.

Her naive idea touched me deeply. Although I also wanted her to have another child for me, I knew it was impossible.

Later, Xiao Mian returned to her hometown in the mountains of Southwest China and married a local man.

We lost contact. Although I longed to see her again, the distance was too great, like a distant dream.

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