My "Stories"

I've lived for thirty years, and many women have passed through my life. Many say I'm naturally

lucky but few know that this so-called luck also comes with its share of bittersweet experiences. Some

have simply stepped into my life, while others have left deep imprints on my heart. They are like the weather: spring

girls bring me freshness, summer girls bring me vitality, autumn girls bring me security, and winter girls bring me calmness.

Spring Chapter – Beginning of Spring:

She is my best friend and the girl I admire most. She… is my cousin. But actually,

we are not related by blood. Why? I'll explain later. We've played together since we were little. I don't

know what this feeling is, and even now I'm not sure if it's just simple liking or infatuation, but I cherish

every second I spend with her.

I'm actually a rather introverted guy. Although I have some friends, I almost never have any "extracurricular activities"—I go

straight . My cousin became my only friend outside of school. She was a year older than me,

a cheerful and slightly cool girl, tall and slender with delicate features—the kind of

girl you'd see on TV who could cross-dress as a boy without being obvious. While she didn't have a supermodel figure, she was definitely

one of the school's most beautiful girls. Many boys pursued her, but she always nonchalantly rejected them. I was quite

fortunate; every weekend, if I wasn't busy at home, I'd go to my cousin's house. My aunt often joked that maybe

I should be adopted as her son.

This happened in her second year of high school. She started dating a boy for the first time. She said he

played guitar outside her building one night to woo her, and that's how he "reluctantly" got her to agree to date him. This "lucky" boy wasn't particularly handsome,

but he did sing well, and his character was decent; he didn't have any bad habits. However, knowing that my

cousin and I were closest, he often tried to exclude me. My cousin, dating for the first time,

wasn't so he often led her around, which frustrated me greatly. A month passed like this. One

evening, I was doing my homework at my cousin's house when she suddenly came over and asked, "Hey, have you ever been in a relationship?"

"What do you think?" I replied impatiently.

"You little brat, getting all high and mighty..." My cousin looked at me with disdain.

After a while, seeing that I ignored her, she gently nudged me and said, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"You still say you're not? Your face is so sour it's practically a toilet..."

"...You're the toilet."

"Heh... Your temper has gotten worse in just a few days."

My cousin, seeing that I was unhappy, asked again, "What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

"No."

"Really..." She looked me over for a while and then asked, "Then... is it because of him?"

"..." I wanted to tell her—yes. But thinking about it, some things are better left unsaid.

But my cousin saw right through me. "Oh dear, I know we haven't been together for a long time..."

Suddenly, she realized that she didn't know what our relationship was either. Playing around? Getting along? "...We've been communicating."

It's amazing that she even came up with such a word.

"How about this," she suggested, "tomorrow's Sunday, let's go out and have some fun."

"Tch, won't your boyfriend mind?"

"No way, we're such good friends! Right?! Hehe."

"Okay, it's settled then."

Suddenly my aunt came in, "Little brother, your mom said she's working overtime grading essays tonight, why don't you stay at our

house?"

"Oh, no problem!"

This wasn't the first time I'd stayed at my cousin's house, and although it was a boy-girl bed arrangement, everyone seemed used to it.

After washing our faces and brushing our teeth, we went to bed. Once in bed, my cousin started chatting about all sorts of things, and I just casually

went along with , but judging from her teasing manner, she was actually quite pretty. As I watched, my mind started to wander to

things that weren't suitable for children. (This is all my cousin's fault, showing me some adult films... but I

'll talk about that later.)

After all, I'm already in my teens and at the age where I'm sexually active, and as my mind raced, my lower body started to get restless.

To "soothe" it, I gently pressed it down with my hand under the covers to avoid giving myself away. Suddenly my cousin stopped.

I don't know if she noticed something or what, but she looked at me.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

I nodded.

"This afternoon I asked you if you've ever dated a girl, and you still haven't answered me?"

I wanted to quickly brush it off. "Well, a guy like me with average looks isn't very popular. So

..."

"So you haven't tried? Hehehe."

"Hey, is that funny?"

"No, don't be angry. But let me ask you, what does kissing feel like?"

This really stumped me. I'd seen it in movies, but I'd never actually experienced it myself. "

Wait a , sis, why are you asking me? You're the one with a boyfriend now, how would I know! You two haven't even kissed

yet, have you?" I said, feigning surprise, but deep down I really hoped it was true, because I wanted to preserve

the image of her goddess.

"Sigh, well, the other day he said he wanted to kiss me. I thought he meant my face or forehead or something, but he

said he wanted to kiss my lips... I was stunned. He thought I was objecting, so he didn't dare continue. So I wanted

to know what it felt like."

"So, do you want to?"

"Yes and no... I want to save it for someone I truly like. Someone who can make me feel at ease, someone who gives me a sense of security."

She said calmly.

I'd never seen this side of her before. To ease the tension, I laughed, "With

a girl as carefree as you, it's really hard to find someone who makes you feel safe! Haha...

Ah!" My cousin kicked me in the stomach.

I immediately realized I'd kicked too hard, pulled the covers off, and quickly pulled them back up. Her face flushed.

"Hey, kid, thinking about inappropriate things in my bed, are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

I was so embarrassed. I'd been holding my penis to soothe it because I was feeling uncomfortable, and she'd seen me doing it.

The atmosphere remained tense for a few minutes before my cousin finally spoke.

"What...are you thinking about?!"

"N-nothing..."

"Do you...like me?" Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Actually," my cousin said, seeing how nervous I was, "I know how you feel about me."

"Hold me." She gently moved closer to me and said.

This was something I had always dreamed of, and I instinctively stepped forward and hugged her. This was the first time in my life I

had hugged her, the first time I had ever held a girl. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel her soft, delicate skin.

The natural fragrance of her feminine body wafted over me, and a wonderful feeling filled my entire body. "Sister,

do you know how many times I've imagined this?"

"So young, and you're already thinking about things like this..." she said softly, but she continued to snuggle against my

chest .

Suddenly, she looked up at me. "How about this?"

"I don't care about anything else. I only know that I like you, love you, and don't want to be apart from you..."

Before I could finish speaking, she sealed my lips with hers. I still remember that

wonderful feeling, the sensation of our lips touching, the warmth and alluring fragrance of each other's breath.

I held her tighter; it was our first kiss, and we were lost in each other's embrace, savoring the initial

intoxication. After a while, perhaps because I'd watched too many foreign romance films (not porn!), I gently

parted my lips, trying to find hers with my tongue. Unexpectedly, she noticed my action and

offered her tongue, and we imitated the movies, exchanging tongues.

Those of you who have experienced a "French kiss" know that this type of kiss usually brings more stimulation and

physiological reactions. I could feel our body temperatures rising, our hormones surging. My

hands began to slip under her pajamas, caressing her smooth skin. She gently pulled the blanket over our

heads , then hooked her arms around my neck. I left her lips and attacked her neck. I think women would

find this technique irresistible; from her breathing and the movements of her body, I could imagine she had been conquered. My

hand touched the back clasp of her bra. Although I was almost out of my mind, a part of me was still conscious.

I softly asked, "Is it okay?" She looked at me ambiguously and nodded slightly. At that moment, my

heart was pounding.

I don't know if it was instinct, but with a gentle squeeze and release, her bra was unhooked. Just

like that her first line of defense was breached. Her breasts weren't huge or voluptuous, but they were still quite firm.

It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's breasts, and I knew what softness and roundness meant. I gently stroked and squeezed them,

afraid of hurting her, as such teasing only made her more uncomfortable. She took off her nightgown and bra,

revealing two beautiful mounds of flesh before me, with a small, erect nipple in the center of the pale areola.

Like a fish in water , I immediately took one of them into my mouth, like a newborn baby, sucking, licking, and occasionally

gently biting her nipple.

She was both amused and uncomfortable by what I was doing. "Don't...hurry...um..."

At this moment, I had one arm around her, while the other hand was simultaneously rubbing her other breast. Her breathing was already very

rapid, and I could almost feel her excited heartbeat. My hand slowly slid down her waist, gently slipping into

her pajama bottoms, following her lower abdomen, and finding her private parts. She paused for a moment, but didn't stop me; I

knew she had tacitly consented. Her private parts only had a few fine hairs at the top, the rest was incredibly smooth. She slightly

parted her legs, and I slid down her delicate skin. It was warm and moist there. With a little force, my

middle finger slipped into the crevice, and I realized that it was completely soaked inside. Just then, my cousin

let out an "Ah!" It must have been because I accidentally touched her sensitive clitoris. I followed the trail and found this sensitive

area, gently rubbing it up and down.

My cousin's body convulsed and writhed as if she'd been electrocuted. A moment later, her small but powerful

frame arched her back, and a few seconds later she went limp, a thick liquid oozing out – I think she'd had

an orgasm. I looked at her, her lips slightly parted, her beautiful face flushed, utterly adorable. I leaned in and

kissed her forehead, her nose, and finally, I kissed her rosy lips deeply once more.

After a moment, my cousin seemed to calm down a bit. She looked at me, "Little thing, where did you learn that? You said you

've never had a girlfriend!"

I could hear a hint of disappointment and jealousy in her tone.

"No, really no, I swear, it's all from watching those…" I started to say, then stopped myself

.

"What?" she asked curiously. "Pornographic magazines? Or movies?"

"Hehe…both."

My cousin lightly punched my chest with her small hand. "Okay, okay, I believe you."

"So, now…" I asked impatiently.

"I...I'm not mentally prepared for that..." my cousin said shyly.

"Oh," I felt a little disappointed. I should have just forced myself on her.

"Don't be upset," she said, touching my face with her small hand, "Can't we use our hands? Will you teach me?"

It seemed like that was the only way. Although I was a little unwilling, I felt I should

be happy that she was doing this. Besides, there's always next time. At this moment, she gently slipped her hand inside my pajama bottoms

and gently grasped my penis. A woman's hand is different; the delicate feel sent shivers down my spine.

"Sister's hand is so warm."

"Really? Is it different from my own hand?" she teased.

"Of course it's different, it feels so good."

She began to gently stroke it, and my penis immediately became incredibly hard. I immediately took

off my pajama bottoms, closed my eyes, and began to enjoy the feeling. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet

touching my glans. I opened my eyes and saw that she was curiously licking it. "What does it taste like?" I

asked.

"Hmm, it's a bit strange, but it doesn't really smell."

Luckily, I just took a shower. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I've... seen people do this before,

so I'm curious."

"You like it, of course you like it, but if you're not used to it, you don't have to."

"Hmm, it's okay." After saying that, she suddenly took the whole thing into her mouth. "Oh," I hummed. Although

her technique was a bit clumsy, the warmth in her mouth, combined with the texture of her tongue rubbing against my glans, was enough to

cover up the discomfort of her teeth rubbing. Her head moved up and down gently, and with her hands continuing to tease,

waves . My penis slowly began to swell, and perhaps it was a male instinct, but

I also began to thrust actively.

After a while, I felt that I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly got up, let her lie down, and then straddled her

. Her small hands continued to tease me, and she would occasionally lick it with her tongue. After a few minutes, I

couldn't hold back anymore.

"Wife," I blurted out, "I can't take it anymore."

Immediately afterward, white fluid spurted from my lower body. She was startled, but her hands continued to gently

tease. After my penis throbbed a few times, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Opening my

eyes

, I realized that, perhaps because it was her first ejaculation, there was quite a lot; my semen was all over her beautiful cheeks, neck, and dark hair. Seeing that her eyes were tightly closed, I quickly released her hand and took a tissue from the bedside table to clean her up. After cleaning her up,

I quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I made you like this..."

Unexpectedly, "It's okay," she said, "I don't mind."

Then I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms. "I love you!" I whispered.

"Yes, me too."

Slowly, we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and saw her lovely face. I couldn't help but wonder if last night was real. I

looked in the cup; she was still naked from the waist up. Her two slightly raised mounds were tempting me again, and my hands

restlessly began to knead them. Soon, pleasure spread throughout her body. She slightly opened her eyes, watching

me greedily caress her.

"You little pervert."

"Hmm?"

"Getting restless again?"

"Hehe, got a problem with that?"

"No!"

She hooked her hand around and we French kissed again. My erection, already due to morning erection, was now even

more painful. Her little hand touched my crotch. "What? So impatient?" she asked.

"Yes, how can I not be moved by such a beautiful princess in front of me?"

"Heh, you have such a sweet tongue."

I got up and gently pressed myself against her. I kissed her forehead again, little by little,

down her lips, slowly continuing down, lingering on her neck for a moment, and then continuing down.

I kissed her two beautiful breasts, then her lower abdomen, slowly pulling down her pajama bottoms and underwear together to kiss her mound

. Then her thighs, then her calves, until her toes. I looked up and gently parted her legs.

Light shone through the thin sheet, and I saw the beautiful crevice, smooth and alluring. I brought my face close and

smelled it; there was a special feminine scent.

I used my fingers to separate the two labia. My cousin was startled and, a little embarrassed, immediately covered herself with her hands.

I kissed her small hands, then moved them aside. I observed and found

a small piece of flesh above the canyon; this must be the clitoris I had teased her with last night. I couldn't help but lick it with my tongue

. My cousin naturally flinched, then squeezed her legs together, but held my head with her hands.

My tongue tasted a little salty, but I liked the taste. I continued licking, and my cousin continued to twist her body like

last . I took my fingers and found that mysterious water curtain cave, slowly

inserting one finger. This action made her even more uncomfortable. When it was halfway in, I felt resistance. I knew

this must be the legendary hymen, so I didn't dare to go any further. At this time, while licking that small clitoris, I

used my fingers to rummage around inside the cave. Soon, my cousin couldn't take it anymore; my fingers were squeezed tightly

. Instantly, a warm current slowly enveloped my fingers and flowed out of the cave.

I took my finger out and put it in my mouth. To this day, I still don't know how to explain the taste, but I liked it.

I climbed back on top of her, my little brother sliding down her long legs and then pressing against her mound. "No..."

she whispered.

"I know." I immediately got off her. After all, this was the first time, and what we had done

was already a lot for her.

Just like the night before, she defeated me again with her little hands and mouth. After resting for a while,

we quickly put on our pajamas and looked at the time; it was almost 9:30. Usually, my aunt would wake

us . We cuddled for a while, and sure enough, my aunt knocked on the door...

ooo

Not long after, she broke up with him, and we continued this relationship for a while. We never actually

had sex, but I cherished our relationship. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Six months later, due to some family

reasons , my parents and I went abroad.

Before leaving, my cousin gave me her first time. I won't go into details here; I'll

share it another time. But she will always occupy an irreplaceable part of my heart.

She was the "Beginning of Spring" that led me to my first taste of forbidden fruit.

(To be continued)

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