【Northeast-style heated brick bed】(Revised Edition) (05) (Part 1 Completed) Author: 998

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Chapter 5, Part 1 (End).

The mother, standing up, pulled down the clothes covering her breasts and straightened her skirt, at least covering
the bright colors . However, after such a long time of intercourse in the sweltering heat, her clothes were soaked through and clung to
her skin, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

Then, the mother took a few steps barefoot, slipped on her slippers, and was about to carry me to the outhouse when she suddenly stopped.

The mother's face was slightly flushed, her eyes darting between the bed and the floor. On the bed, there was a large patch of undried vaginal fluid and sweat;
under the bed, it was even more shocking—a thick, sticky fluid mixed with a large puddle of clear mucus. Needless to say, the thick, white fluid was semen
mixed with vaginal fluid, and the outer ring of clear, spreading mucus was the mother's excessive bodily fluids. The mother's nostrils flared, and
a distinct fishy, pungent smell filled the room.

"Hold on tight, Doggy, we need to clean up first," Mother said, then
grabbed wiping the straw mat on the kang (heated brick bed) with her bottom sticking out. She didn't have the energy to care about the mattress underneath.
Next, she used the sole of her shoe to smooth out the sticky residue on the cement floor. This would allow the filth to evaporate quickly,
but inevitably leave dark, map-like marks.

After this simple task, Mother, already exhausted, was panting heavily again, her face showing a wanton, lewd expression.
Leaning against the wall, her alluring white legs half-bent, she whispered, "Doggy… Mother's legs are so weak… You seem to
have gotten bigger again, Mother… Mother can feel that bad thing, like a branding iron… Ugh… That bad thing
is tormenting Mother inside…" Mother groaned softly, pressing her plump lower abdomen.

Actually, my penis had been rock hard the whole time, even after ejaculating, and it was still in a highly sensitive state.
Mother's actions had slightly aroused it, making it even more swollen.

"I can't help it, Mother... You should hurry up and go, Sister said she'd be back this afternoon." The clock
hands pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon, and I was getting anxious too.

Mother could only lean against the wall, staggering out of the main house. Because the mud on her feet was wet with sweat,
her sandals were very slippery, and she almost fell several times.

"Mother... Hurry up..." I kept urging her, especially after they got to the yard. You
know especially in summer, many people build sheds on the roof of the bungalow to enjoy the cool breeze. And today, the cool
breeze in the yard only intensified my anxiety. The breeze ruffling Mother's hair made her slightly more energized, but it also made me more and more terrified.

Although I don't have much of a moral compass, I still know that having sex with my own mother is something I can't let anyone know.

"What are you rushing me for... Can't Mother hurry up?!" Mother gritted her teeth with all her might, her pretty face flushed
red, and the fine veins on her neck and forehead twisted and turned. Finally, she managed to reach the outhouse with all her might.

Because my family was the best off in the village, our outhouse was also made of blue bricks, with cement plastered on the outside,
but no putty.

Connected to the outhouse was the pigsty. The old sow lying in the excrement jumped
up thankfully, the pigsty was deep, so there was no worry about her jumping out.

Ten minutes later.

"Mom, if only there weren't any things in the two side rooms, it stinks here!" At this moment, my mother was
kneeling on the ground, elbows on the ground, curled up in a ball. I sat behind her, legs spread, idly lifting her skirt and
touching her buttocks, complaining. I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation then, and because the outhouse was locked from the inside, I wasn't worried anymore
. The lock was a simple bolt design.

My mother and I were still connected by our genitals. Being a clean person, my mother refused to lie on the ground, and even more so, she couldn't bear to sit
on my thin body, so it was like this. Even so, I couldn't see my mother's anus,
because her buttocks were large and tight, exactly the peach-shaped buttocks that modern Western women aspire to—large
, perky, and firm.

"Mom, when can you get it out?" I asked every few minutes. Mom would carefully try, then
answer , "Soon, soon." Gradually, I became more and more sleepy, and finally fell asleep on Mom's beautifully curved, broad back
.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mom stretched out on the ground, fast asleep, not even hearing the sound of the door knocker being opened,
which showed how exhausted she was. Actually, after I fell asleep, Mom only lasted ten minutes before the overwhelming sleepiness overcame
her fastidiousness . Because it was too hot in the cramped outhouse, she managed to take off her clothes and lie down on the dirty ground, then immediately fell into
a deep sleep.

I was startled awake by the sound, my heart pounding nervously, and I held my breath, listening intently to the sounds outside. The

"thump, thump, thump" of footsteps approached from afar, heading straight for the outhouse!

I don't know if any of you have a similar ability, but I can recognize the footsteps of my family members. These light and steady
steps, neither hurried nor slow, were undoubtedly those of my gentle but strong-willed second sister.

What should I do?! The approaching footsteps filled me with extreme tension, as I had nowhere to escape. I held my breath,
my mind went blank, and the footsteps grew clearer, each step like a hammer pounding on my
heart, making it pound faster and faster.

Finally, the door was pulled open, but the latch clicked shut.

"Who's in there... Mother?" My second sister's voice was soft and childlike, after all, she was only 14.
My mother, lying beneath me, didn't react. Her body continued to rise and fall steadily with her breathing, supporting me. She seemed unconscious,
and showed no signs of waking up. I could feel that her vagina wasn't moving at all, whereas a conscious mother's vagina would be constantly
moving—when I penetrated her.

"Who's in there? Is it Gou'er? Hurry up, Sister... Sister can't hold it in anymore." There were only two people in the house, and my
clever second sister was clearly certain I was inside.

My face paled, and I opened my mouth but didn't have the courage to make a sound.

"Doggy, did you hear that? I...I'm on my period, Doggy? Oh...Doggy!" My sister kept banging on
the door, finally yelling out in embarrassment and annoyance, something she'd never done before. It was clear she was really desperate.

Suddenly, I felt the slanted ventilation window on the outhouse door darken, and the door moved forward! Was my sister
peeking ?! My heart pounded in my throat.

"Thump thump thump..." I could hear my own heartbeat; time seemed to stand still.

"Nobody's here...maybe the door's broken." My sister's murmur made me breathe a sigh of relief, and then I heard her
call out "Mother" twice before walking away.

Temporarily relieved, I wiped away the cold sweat and glared resentfully at my mother, who was sleeping like a log, my heart
filled with resentment.

"Mom?" I whispered in her ear a few times, but there was no response. I clenched my teeth tighter and tighter,
looking my mother's red buttocks, a mischievous thought forming in my mind. But then the footsteps grew closer, and this time
I could tell that my second sister was taking a dump outside, probably squatting on the cement platform and heading into the pigpen.

"Mom and the dog probably went out... um..." my second sister muttered to herself. A few minutes later, I heard
the sound of wiping her bottom, and after a series of rustling sounds, my second sister walked away.

"It's all Mom's fault for lying, she still hasn't produced it after all this time... Humph, liars deserve a spanking, that's what
Mom said herself!" I cheered myself on, muttering to myself as I raised my hand, aiming at her
plump buttocks where the red marks from my previous fucking hadn't faded.

I didn't dare hit too hard. I didn't know if my second sister was home, so I was afraid of being heard, so I could only hit her gently.
But quantity could make up for lack of quality. There was a series of rapid, crisp "slap slap slap slap slap slap—" sounds,
like a drum set reaching its climax. My mother's buttocks trembled from my hits, large ripples of flesh rising and falling,
like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

In the blink of an eye, my mother woke up with a groan, turning her sleepy eyes to look at me.

I stopped and, using a pre-prepared excuse, said in a cunning little voice, "Mother, my second sister is back. She just
took a dump in the pen and I don't know where she went. Keep your voice down."

"Then why are you hitting my butt... it hurts a little." My mother was wide awake at the sound of my second sister's return, and
said in a low voice.

"I'm trying to see if I can get my penis out through vibration."

"It's still not out?! This... what kind of method is this?" My mother felt it was absurd, but she blinked and
thought for a moment, secretly thinking it might be somewhat plausible. "Then you can continue," Mother said.

"Okay!"

"Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..." This really tested my muscle endurance. I only lasted for thirty seconds
at the highest frequency before I started to slow down. Mother bit her lip and lay on the ground, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, her expression strange, I didn't
know what she was thinking.

"Looks like it's not working... Mother." In just two minutes, my arms were already sore, and Mother's buttocks,
because of the continuous slapping, probably had a lot of capillaries broken under the skin, the sebum was swollen, and it was as red as a red-hot
iron. The stinging sensation made Mother's vagina keep writhing, and I actually felt that Mother's flesh was starting to heat up and become moist again.

"Hoo... Dog can try again... Mother thinks it works!" Mother turned to look at me, her eyes
were seductive , but her flushed face had a very serious expression. If her eyelashes hadn't trembled, she would have fooled me.

"Mother... you can feel it?" I looked at Mother strangely.

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother's body tensed up, squeezing me painfully. Then, as if I had caught her in a sore spot, she denied it in a low voice,
"Who felt anything?! How could I feel anything! I'm not a pervert... mmm!"

"Mother, keep your voice down!" I quickly climbed off my mother's back. Because of my long stature, I had to lean forward and
stretch to barely cover my mother's mouth.

"Mother, you're already wet. You're the one who told me that when your cunt is wet, it means you're in heat!" I said indignantly, which provoked
an even more vehement rebuttal from my mother. My mother pried my hands off and said in a deep, fierce voice, "No! I wasn't
in heat because of the dog! Hmm... it's because the dog's penis was inside my cunt, and the dog made me wet
! I... I'm not a pervert! How could I feel good..." My mother's voice sounded somewhat
dazed at the end.

I nodded in agreement, but to my surprise, my mother, feeling guilty, added, "Does Gou'er believe Mommy?!"

I nodded again, but she forced me to look into her eyes, staring intently for a moment before snapping
angrily , "You're lying to me! You don't believe Mommy at all!" She was acting very neurotic.

"Mommy... I was wrong, please keep your voice down... Sister must have heard us if she's home." My mother's spoiled behavior was
too much for me to handle; I couldn't tell if she was being smug or just being difficult, I only thought she'd angered me.

"You believe Mommy?"

Afraid she wouldn't believe me, I nodded vigorously, then tried to appease her by licking her back and the overflowing
flesh of her breasts. Only then did she obediently lie down and quiet down.

It was past 7 pm, the sun was setting, and the outhouse was already dark. My
second sister, worried about us, was looking for us outside, her calls fading into the distance.

What were my mother and I doing then? I'm a cunning and restless young man, and I came up with another terrible idea,
which my helpless mother adopted. It was to pick at her anus. As for the connection between the two, who knows? Anyway,
I made it up and fooled her.

My mother usually eats simple meals, preferring vegetarian food, or rather, she leaves the meat for me under the pretext of not liking it.
So her anus didn't smell very bad when I picked at it. Her healthy digestive system meant her large intestine was relatively clean,
so I couldn't find any yellowish stuff; instead, there was a small amount of lubricating intestinal fluid. Combined with the saliva I spat into her anus,
it made a "gurgling" sound as I picked at it.

Before I knew it, I had three fingers inserted into her anus. Amidst her soft moans, I held her
buttocks and vigorously picked at it over two hundred times. Meanwhile, her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid; the damp pubic hair on her mons pubis
dripped copious amounts of vaginal fluid due to gravity.

My mother was extremely aroused by my ministrations, initially trying to suppress her moans, her slender fingers almost drawing blood. After
my sister left, her cries of pleasure became a continuous chorus. I sighed inwardly, thinking that my mother could probably make
any man in the world lose two ounces just from those wanton moans.

I didn't know just how exquisite my naturally alluring mother was, so exquisite that she could
withstand and experience sexual pleasure.

As the climax deepened, my mother began to unconsciously and actively thrust her hips back to meet my ministrations. Her
long hair slid down her rounded shoulders like a beautiful black waterfall, or like soft moonlight cascading onto the ground.
My mother's cries of "Ahhh!" gradually turned into sobs.

My small
,
thin frame held my mother's slender waist with one hand and used the other to probe her anus. My penis, buried deep within her fleshy buttocks, had been throbbing for some time, and finally, unable to restrain itself, it broke free of its restraints, forcefully pulling the glans out of her cervix. The massive amount of semen accumulated deep within her uterus played a crucial role, preventing my rough actions from harming my mother's body, only eliciting
a high-pitched scream from her.

My mother lay prone on the ground like Jesus crucified. I sat on my mother's buttocks, my hard penis pressed against her fleshy vulva.
Awkwardly bent downwards, I used the incredibly elasticity of my mother's buttocks to violently sit up and down,
like a woman on top, only with my mother on the bottom, still prone.

Freed, my wild movements were like a runaway horse, the intensity like a high-powered
cannon . At that moment, wanting only to plunge into my mother's vagina, I didn't realize that being able to thrust meant I
was freed from the constraints of my mother's womb.

I don't know how long I went on, but the woman who gave birth to me and raised me was finally
driven , her eyes wide with pleasure, her hysterical cries distorted into sobs.

At this moment, my mother's buttocks, centered on the point of penetration, were covered in a white, sticky substance, all from her vagina
. Her buttocks looked like they were coated in a layer of milky white wax, but in the darkness, I couldn't bear to look at this exaggerated
lewdness.

Finally, after several ejaculations, my semen gushed out amidst my trembling body. My penis was
deeply inserted into the churning depths of her vagina, penetrating her cervix once more, and with my force, the entire glans pierced
through!

Thick, white streams shot straight onto the uterine wall, mixed with my previous ejaculation. The fresh and old
semen swirled together, rapidly filling the uterus like milk being poured.

During my ejaculation, my mother's cries abruptly ceased, replaced by a hysterical sob. Her entire
body, which had been prone, instantly went paralyzed, only exhibiting violent physiological spasms. Even more astonishingly, her bladder contracted
and surged in sync with the frequency of her uterine contractions. The yellowish urine, due to the pressure of his lower abdomen hitting the ground and his penis squeezing
the urethra , gushed out with tremendous pressure, spraying out in a fan shape more than a meter
away from the point of intercourse, splashing up large patches of dirty water. Countless powerful "urine arrows" impacted the dust on the ground, accumulating
clumps of mud that rolled far away to the corner of the wall...

"Pfft~ Pfft... Sizzle..." Mother's anus also joined in the fun at the last moment, letting out a few loud farts,
blowing a series of bubbles from the sticky intestinal fluid in her anus and the semen flowing into her buttocks. Because the liquid was so thick, it was
disgusting, like snot bubbles, but in this context, it only made it seem more lewd.

The strong airflow forced me to pull my finger out of Mother's anus. I could feel the airflow on my face, but it
didn't bad.

Completely incontinent, Mother rolled her eyes, her tongue lolling out, tears and snot mingling with dirt, her face a mess. Her body convulsed as if
electrocuted, her tongue barely reacting to the dust on the ground… Mother's body and mind had been utterly broken
in a short time .

Outside the back window of the outhouse, a budding female body slid down the wall to the ground. She had been there for almost
half an hour, sweating profusely despite no movement. She touched her muddy crotch,
her hand trembling as she spread her fingers, revealing tangled, sticky strands of vaginal fluid in the moonlight.

Unaware that my actions had been exposed, I lay on Mother like a mattress, enjoying a comfort
ten times greater . When my penis was no longer so sensitive inside her, I pulled out my semi-erect penis.

With a "pop," Mother's vagina began to release gas, followed by gushing out streams of thick
, milkshake-like vaginal fluid.

Mother was lying face down on the ground, her features contorted in a rather unsightly way, even comically resembling a pig's nose,
though I couldn't see it. After a long while, her rolled-back eyes struggled to move a few times before finally revealing pupils—unfocused
pupils.

"Mom, it's out!" I belatedly realized, dumbfounded.

"Ugh..." Mother responded weakly. Instinctively, I sensed something was wrong and struggled to
turn her over. Good heavens, in the dim moonlight of the darkness, her wet body was
almost . I tried to help her up, but it was impossible; she told me she was too weak to move.
We didn't keep toilet paper in the outhouse, so I went to the bedroom to get some, wanting to
clean my clean-loving mother first.

I sneaked back and forth, got the toilet paper, and carefully wiped Mother's body, focusing on her
wet vulva. After using about half a roll of red paper, her swollen vulva finally revealed its true appearance.

It was about as bad as last time…

After a while, Mother finally managed to get up, leaning against the wall, and put her clothes on. I, on the other hand, was naked, acting as the scout.
Seeing that my second sister hadn't returned yet, I helped Mother towards the inner room. But as soon as we stepped out of the bathroom, Mother collapsed on top of me. Just

then, I turned around and was terrified! My second sister was standing in the hallway, her eyes fixed
on my disheveled mother and me, naked, in the moonlight, her face expressionless.

…

It was my second sister and I who helped Mother back. Afterwards, Mother made up a lie to deceive my second sister, who just nodded.
But under the lamplight, Mother's gaze was cold, and she would occasionally cover her mouth and nose, as if she smelled something bad. My second sister didn't
say much, which left Mother and me completely baffled.

As we prepared to sleep on the kang (a heated brick bed), I climbed up first. My second sister, for some reason, blushed and hesitated,
finally saying, "I'm sleeping at a classmate's house tonight, and going straight to school tomorrow," before grabbing her schoolbag, packing her new books, and stepping into
the darkness.

My flustered mother wasn't worried about my sister's safety, because she knew my sister was her best friend, and she was even
acquainted with her mother. So, once my sister left, my mother felt relieved. I hesitated for a few seconds, then jumped off the kang, slipped on my slippers
, and ran after her, telling her I was going to take her. This time, unlike before, she didn't treat me like a child and told me to go home; she
nodded. On the way, I tentatively took her hand, and she held it firmly. I laughed.

The matter was dropped, but no one knew that this incident planted the seed of incest in my sister's heart.

Back in the room, I lay back on the kang, pulled the blanket over my legs, and looked at my mother. Mother brought a basin of water into the room.
Seeing me staring at her face, she spat at me, but didn't hide her actions. Biting her lip, she
took off her sour clothes and wiped her body with a wet towel.

"Hiss...you really are a beast..." Mother hissed and scolded as she wiped her genitals.

After she finished, Mother got on the kang (a heated brick bed) and stared at me worriedly, saying, "Do you think your second sister knows?"

I shook my head; I couldn't figure out my second sister's reaction either.

That night, Mother hugged me and talked for most of the night, mainly discussing whether my second sister knew. My clever
mother reasoned logically, concluding that my second sister knew but was too embarrassed to say it.

After understanding, Mother sighed at my second sister's cleverness, saying she was much more sensible than my eldest sister, who was two years older than her.

Time flies. Even after the start of the school year, I still walked to and from school with my second sister every day. I usually waited for her because
her middle school was closer to home, and since our elementary school let out earlier, I could easily wait for her on my way home.
As for my mother being caught in the act by my second sister, she was only embarrassed for the first few days, but gradually returned to normal.

My eldest sister, who was studying in the central town of the county, came home once a month at the end of the month. Although it's
an inescapable law that feelings fade when people are separated, my eldest sister always had so much to say to me when she came back, though our physical intimacy decreased
.

Spring turned to autumn, and another year passed; I was twelve years old.

This year was probably the happiest. I grew to 155 cm and entered middle school. My eldest and second sisters
' secondary sexual characteristics became more pronounced, especially my 17-year-old eldest sister, who had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

My eldest sister had been studying at my uncle's house for a year. She said that my uncle treated her very well, but my aunt seemed
indifferent and didn't seem to like her much.

My older sister also confided in me about something very private. She had a crush on someone at school, but because of their studies,
they agreed to go to the same university and start dating then. Right now, it's just a platonic relationship with no real contact. She
excitedly told me that he was a top student; she was in the top 50 in the county in her annual exams, while he
came in second.

For some reason, I felt really uncomfortable. I said sourly, "What's so great about second place? It's not like I'm first. I
've always been first." My sister just smiled sweetly and didn't argue, which made me even more jealous. But reason
told me that I could only wish her well.

I wished her well.

Happy times always pass quickly. Four months went by, and today was the day my older sister came home.

She didn't return until almost dark. The snow outside was still heavy, and her clothes and hair were covered in a thick layer of
snow.

"Mi Mi, why are you so late? I was worried about you," my mother said tenderly,
brushing the snow off my sister. Now, nourished by love, Mother's figure has become
even more voluptuous, and her radiant, fair face seems to defy aging. Her natural beauty, without a single wrinkle, is flawless, her lips naturally red, and
her eyes the innocence of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman—truly stunning.

I reckon even the Four Beauties of ancient China wouldn't be as beautiful as Mother.

"The snow was so heavy, how did you get back? Uncle called and said you weren't coming back," my second sister asked curiously.

My eldest sister didn't answer, silently letting Mother brush the snow off her before going into her room alone.
Now that the side room was empty, where did my eldest sister live?

"This child… what's wrong?" Mother asked, puzzled, then called out crisply, "Have you eaten first?"

"Not hungry… I ate at Aunt's before coming back," my eldest sister's voice drifted through the snow.

At the table, I keenly sensed the disappointment in my eldest sister's tone, and it seemed
she had been sullen . "No, I have to find a chance to ask," I thought.

Mother didn't think much of it, sat down beside me, lifted me up, and made me sit on her lap to...feed me
, ignoring my objections. Now, Mother's deep affection for me was almost pathological.

Seeing this, my second sister remained expressionless, silently eating with her eyes downcast; no one knew what she was thinking.

"Little brother, you took leave again today, didn't you? What did you do?" my second sister suddenly asked me. I forgot to tell you, I
often take leave now, and even though my studies are so good, Mother isn't worried, so most of the time it's Mother who asks me to take leave.

I was stunned. "Just at home," I lied.

"Did you do your homework?" my second sister asked sternly. That's how my second sister is; although she's not much older than me, she likes to manage me even more than
my eldest sister . Maybe it's because she's used to being the class monitor at school. Her temperament
is different from my lively and generous eldest sister; she's gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and quite authoritative when she's serious.

"I did," I lied to her; I don't like doing homework. "What did you do!" Mom affectionately tugged my ear
, her voice gentle. "If you lie again, your second sister will punish you. Have you forgotten
how she dragged you to the podium on Monday?"

"I didn't do it, Mom. Gou'er still hasn't changed his habit of not doing his homework. The teacher recently called me and told
me to discipline him. After dinner, let him do his homework with me, Mom. He'll listen to you then." My second sister was quite strict when
disciplining me, but I could hear a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Oh, I'll talk about it later." I put down my chopsticks and escaped from Mom's embrace, quickly running into my eldest sister's room.

My eldest sister was lying alone on the bed, seemingly lost in thought. Her nearly 170cm height made her appear particularly
tall, but I didn't have time to admire her, because there were tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing me come in, she hurriedly
wiped them away . "Gou'er..." she called out to me in a nasal voice, sounding very aggrieved.

"Sis, who bullied you? I'll get revenge for you!" My older sister's appearance instantly ignited my anger. We Liu
family members are all particularly hot-blooded. I even dared to fight back when bullied by junior high students, which earned me the
nickname "Three Fools.

" "It's nothing." My older sister sniffled, her eyes reddening further, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

"Sis? Are you kidding me? I'm not blind. Did your boyfriend bully you? Humph, I knew he
wasn't a good guy!"

"What... It wasn't him. Besides, he's not my boyfriend yet." My sister's face showed some sadness.

"Then who was it? Sis, just tell me. Don't worry, I promise I'll get revenge for you. Even if I
can't him, I'll bite off a piece of his flesh. I've dealt with many bullies since we were little. Don't you trust me?"
Actually, I've only ever caused trouble for my older sister, getting beaten up a few times, but I've succeeded. Those people all know that
my sister has a crazy brother who likes to bite, so most of them are quite wary of him.

"That's why I didn't tell you. Here, let me hug you, that'll help me...
okay?" My sister wiped away her tears.

That night I slept in my sister's bed; it wasn't cold, thanks to the magical electric blanket.
Early the next morning, my mother pulled me from my sister's bed to the outhouse, suspiciously sniffed my penis, and then
happily gave me a deep throat. My eager-to-learn and inquisitive mother had already mastered deep throating.

Two days later, my sister left again. However, the troubles I worried about regarding my sister weren't over. The worst day of my
life ever closer; the drama had only just begun, or rather, the turning point that would change my life
...

My sister returned a month later during winter vacation, and my uncle came along too. I was happy to see him because he...
They also brought me a lot of food, drinks, and entertainment, including a stainless steel model sword. It was really
just a 20-centimeter-long, unsharpened toy.

My uncle was 44 years old, 175 cm tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a slicked-back hairstyle like a dog's lick, a shiny
face, a bulbous nose, a wide mouth, and a kind smile that was impossible to dislike. However, his eye sockets were somewhat deep;
anyone familiar with traditional Chinese medicine would know this was a sign of excessive indulgence.

Now, my uncle was the richest man in town. My mother was happy that her relative hadn't forgotten their own family after becoming wealthy, but at the same time, she was surprised
to see her aunt, whom she didn't get along with, here too.

She muttered to herself, but didn't forget to warmly welcome them, meticulously washing, brewing
, and pouring tea for my uncle, then beginning a series of polite inquiries.

"What brings you to my house today? I heard from Mimi that your company is expanding, and you two are
incredibly busy?" my mother asked with a smile.

"We've had some free time lately, and your sister said it's not easy for you to take care of the kids alone. She's worried about you,
so since Mimi's on winter break, my husband and I came over to see if we could help you out,"
my uncle said to my mother, sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and sipping tea. I pursed my lips, glancing at
my aunt, who was leaning on my uncle's arm and not smiling much. I thought to myself, "How could a cold-blooded woman like my aunt care about us?

" "Oh, it's really a lot of trouble for you and my sister," my mother said warmly, pausing before adding, "But when you divorced
Lao Liu , he gave us a large sum of alimony. This house is only a few years old,
and we have good food, clothes, and shelter. There's not much work to do, just looking after these kids..."

My uncle seemed to be listening intently, responding appropriately from time to time, like a professional comedian, his social
skills were incredibly sophisticated. But my mother and I were too naive to see the hidden lust in his eyes.

Mother chatted casually with Uncle, while I was completely captivated by the little toy in my hand,
intently studying it while lying on the kang (heated brick bed), occasionally gesturing and making imitations. My second sister sat there,
happily admiring the new clothes Uncle had brought her.

Only my eldest sister, her face grim since entering the room, remained silent,
her head .

Uncle's eyes frequently glanced at her, and she lowered her head even further.

"Alright, then I'll head back." Uncle sat for a while before getting up. "If there's anything difficult at
home . There's nothing I can't handle in this little corner of the land."

Mother and the three of us saw Uncle to the door. Uncle turned around and patted my head, saying kindly, "
Gou'er , why don't you take advantage of the holiday and go visit your aunt? Your aunt misses you terribly, doesn't she, Fu'er?"

My aunt, Yao Fu, immediately put on a smile, came over, grabbed my hand, and invited me,
tempting .

Unsurprisingly, I succumbed to those novel temptations and nodded to Mother. Mother's smile was forced, but she couldn't stop him
from visiting, afraid of embarrassing Uncle, so she let me decide for myself.

"Oh dear, but I'm quite busy going back. How about this?" My uncle stamped his foot in frustration,
then immediately feigned surprise at having come up with a brilliant idea. He said, "How about this? Mimi is familiar with that place; after all, she's lived
there for over a year. Let her go back with Gou'er. Mimi has been there for so long, and because of her studies, she hasn't had much fun
."

My strong-willed mother quickly refused, saying she didn't want to trouble my uncle. After some arguing, my more shrewd uncle turned
the conversation to me. "Yaoxi! I'm inviting my nephew, not asking you. Gou'er can decide this!"
My uncle looked righteous and self-righteous.

"I want to go, Mom! I haven't had a proper time in the county town. I really want to go and have some fun. Please let me go!
Let my sister come with me. We'll both be good and won't cause trouble!" I pleaded, unaware that my unwitting assistance was the most lethal.

My older sister, head bowed, bit her lip, her face growing paler. She had just escaped a tiger's den… This
silly little brother, was he really going to send himself back?

"I'm not going…" she whispered.

"Go, go… Sister… Sister…" I pleaded. In the future, whenever I thought back to this, I wanted
to kill myself.

"I'm not going… I said I'm not going…" My tug-of-war with my sister began, but she was truly determined, so I
had to give up.

"Hehe… then forget it. But come anytime you want, Uncle will definitely treat my little
nephew well." Uncle smiled and patted my head, a sly glint in his eyes. As he left, he glanced
back at my older sister meaningfully, revealing a terrifying smile that only she understood!

This smile became the subject of her nightmares in the days I wasn't with her.

As a child, I fell for his trick. A few days later, I insisted on going to my aunt's house. My mother, because of her pride and reluctance to part with me,
initially refused, always using my unfinished homework as an excuse.

So, for the first time in my life, I wrote my winter break homework flawlessly, even including extra practice questions.
Having no other options, my mother had no choice but to give in. However, of course, she was
n't My mother thought for a moment, then turned to my eldest sister, "Liu Mi, I've noticed you've been looking rather downcast lately.
Your brother is going to your aunt's house to play, so why don't you take him? That way he can relax a bit."

But my eldest sister still absolutely refused to go, and my mother panicked. She started crying and yelling that she wouldn't go to school anymore, which infuriated my mother,
who gave her a severe beating.

"You have to go, whether you like it or not, don't you listen to your mother?!" My eldest sister lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) with her buttocks sticking out. When my mother saw that
she didn't speak, she smacked her twice with a feather duster. My eldest sister wanted to say something, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but
she couldn't bring herself to say them. After a long while, she said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll go."

My house was sixty li (about 30 kilometers) away from my aunt's house. It took us most of the day to get there, following the tractor. I jumped off the tractor excitedly
and shouted for my eldest sister to hurry up. My eldest

sister carried the things I was bringing for my aunt and walked slowly behind me. As I ran ahead, I suddenly realized that my eldest sister was not behind me, so I turned around and looked back. My eldest sister
was standing blankly on the bustling street. She, who was always very simple, was wearing a pair of ordinary dark blue cotton trousers, but those
ordinary trousers were bulging because of her pert buttocks. And the look in my eldest sister's eyes was sad. I
felt that sister was so pitiful and beautiful at that moment that I felt sorry for her. I stared, stunned, a sudden jolt of fear crossing my face. I recalled my sister's previous
listless something.

Something seemed off. My mind was quick; once I calmed down and recalled, I realized that in the past few days…
I was too excited to notice anything unusual about my sister. From her insistence on coming to Uncle's house… and before…
and now, her melancholy and preoccupied look…

I rubbed my head… what was wrong?

"Let's go," my older sister said, waking me from my reverie.

"Oh, okay…" My sister's appearance was worrying, but who cares? Even with my childlike innocence
, I couldn't fathom what terrible thing had happened.

As we crossed the bridge, my sister hesitated and stopped, saying strangely, "If I jumped in now and drowned…
Gou'er, would you miss your sister?" "

…Sis, what nonsense are you talking about? Who bullied you? Oh, and you told Mom you weren't going to school anymore… Did
someone bully you at school? Or did Auntie mistreat you?" I panicked. What was my sister saying?! It was
terrifying!

My older sister's beautiful face, which had been staring blankly at the lake, suddenly turned deathly pale. "What?! It wasn't Uncle!
Uncle didn't abuse me!"

"Sister... I didn't say Uncle." I realized something and stared intently at my sister's expression.

Her face was completely bloodless. She stared at me blankly, as if she were in a daze.

I hesitated for a moment, then asked with a somber face, "Did Uncle bully you?" I carefully observed her
expression.

My sister remained frozen in shock.

"Sister, I won't tell anyone. I know you're proud." Teenage girls are fragile and sensitive,
possessing a reserve and shyness vastly different from adults. Although I didn't understand this, I was very clever. I skipped grades and even played my way
through school . I was naturally shrewd and worldly-wise.

My sister bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head, looking at me as if she didn't know what to say.

For a moment, I didn't even know how to ask. How could he have bullied me? Having been a mother for a year and a half, I
could guess a little. The siblings lingered for a while. The older sister left first, and I quickly followed behind, walking
silently .

"Sister, shall we go back?"

"...No, I won't let him succeed." The older sister said from a distance, her own tone uncertain
how much longer she could resist.

"Uncle..." I followed behind, my face grim.

"Little brother!" Reaching a secluded spot, the older sister suddenly called out to me. Her face was still pale, she was biting her lip,
and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I can't take it anymore... Please don't tell Mother!" the older sister said, her voice pleading.

I nodded firmly, "Sister, don't worry, I won't tell."

"Come with me... I'll tell you."

In the woods...

"You're still young, and I didn't want to tell you anything, but now..." My older sister bit her lip, finally opening up
and sobbing, "It was at the end of the month before last... After dinner, our aunt went to play cards, and your cousin went out to play too. It
was just me and our uncle at home. He suddenly touched my butt, and I resisted desperately..." My older sister choked up
more , pausing before continuing, "That day, my cousin came back early, and he let me go... I thought that was the end of it
... Who knew that in the past two months he'd become even more and more abusive... I struggled every time... Later, when I angered him, he
abused me... He twisted my... my breasts and... and my butt through my clothes, and even took off his pants and made me touch him
... touch his genitals... Waaah..." My older sister cried even harder.

"That beast..." I clenched my fists, my nails almost digging into my flesh, "And then? He raped you
?!"

My older sister lowered her head and didn't speak, and I heard her sobs grow louder.

"Sister! Say something! What did he do to you!" I rushed forward and shook my older sister forcefully.

"He told me to let him... touch me... touch me and he wouldn't bully me anymore... but then he wanted me to use
my mouth... use my mouth..." The older sister couldn't bring herself to say it.

"You licked him?!"

The older sister raised her tear-streaked face, "No... I absolutely refused... so he kicked me in the stomach...
I immediately clutched my stomach, my face turning pale with pain... He got scared... so he took me to the hospital... The X-ray showed
I had two broken ribs... Waaah..." The older sister covered her face and cried bitterly as she spoke of her heartbreak.

"When did this happen?!"

"Two weeks ago..."

"Sis! You really... why... why didn't you tell us? How could you be so shameless! Huh?!" I
glared at her and scolded her angrily. My sister was really too weak-willed.

"I... I'm not shameless... Waaah... not shameless..." The older sister cried even harder, tears streaming down her face.

"Okay, okay... Sis, I was too hasty and said the wrong thing... Did he bully you again afterward?"

The older sister shook her head.

"Did he put his hand inside your clothes?"

My sister shook her head again, sobbing twice before adding, "When he tried to put his hand inside, I felt extremely disgusted... my body
started to struggle violently on its own... Now... I'm afraid of men... except for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, come back with me, I'll tell Mom, and she'll call the police to arrest him!"

"No... I'm afraid of being ashamed... you promised me you wouldn't tell... sob sob."

"I won't tell... you really are... is your rib healed?"

"The doctor said it will heal slowly..."

"Okay, sister, let's go home, I won't say anything, is that okay?"

My sister shook her head, and at this moment, I was speechless and really wanted to slap her.

"If Mom hadn't beaten you, would you still have said you wouldn't be dropping out next semester, or would you still be staying at your uncle's house to study?"
I pursed my lips angrily.

Hearing this, my sister just cried pitifully, the answer was self-evident.

I felt like I had eaten shit, my face as black as the sole of a shoe. To be honest, even as I grew up, I felt
that my sister's silent, stoic nature meant she deserved to be hurt. But she was still my sister, and family was someone
I would protect with my life.

"Come here and cry, wait patiently!" I grabbed my sister impatiently, dragged her to the riverbank, opened my package,
and took out the toy my uncle had given me—the exquisite stainless steel model sword.

My eyes were bloodshot, and I found a stone and started sharpening it. I kept sharpening until sunset. Halfway through, my sister finished crying and asked
me what I was doing, so I snapped at her to shut up.

However, stainless steel wasn't so easy to sharpen. Cleverly, I only managed to sharpen the tip further. I tried to scrape
my fingertip and accidentally cut myself, showing how sharp I'd made it in my rage.

"Come on, I'll protect you. If he bullies you, just scream for help, understand?!" I recalled my uncle...
His large, stout frame frightened me, but for my family's sake, I had no other choice. My sister refused to go home,
and swallowing my anger wasn't my style. I'm incredibly stubborn when it comes to protecting my family; I've never
compromised on this issue. So, my final choice was clear: better to die than surrender!

Some traits are innate and can't be cultivated. I'm the kind of person who, in a fit of rage, can cause bloodshed and
death.

...

At my aunt's door, I tightened my grip on my older sister's hand, gritting my teeth and thinking, "Uncle, please don't force me...
" Under the moonlight, my eyes were fierce like a wolf's.

Inside, my uncle and cousin were delighted, especially my uncle, whose eyes shone with excitement
.

My aunt's house was very grand. Although my family had some money, we still lived in a single-story house, while my aunt's house was a magnificent
three-story building. My aunt was even more pampered than my mother, doing practically nothing and spending her days
playing mahjong with the neighbors.

We arrived just in time for dinner. My aunt, at my uncle's behest, had prepared a huge feast for us, a
table laden with delicious food. I, however, was filled with trepidation and only ate a little.

That night, I slept in the same room as my older sister—a request I made to protect her.

Several days passed without incident. Then one day, my cousin went out to play. My aunt checked her watch. "It's time! They're
waiting for me," she said hurriedly. "They" were her mahjong friends, who lived nearby. "Then hurry up,"
my uncle said, seemingly even more anxious than my aunt. He turned to me and said, "Take the dog with you too; he used to love
playing with that little tiger over there."

Hearing this, I remembered my childhood playmate, Little Tiger. Seeing that my sister wasn't home, I nodded.

When we arrived at Little Tiger's house, we learned he had gone to his grandmother's. I had no choice but to go with my aunt.
After watching for a while, I got bored and worried that my sister might have gone home. So, I impatiently told my aunt that I was going home
. My aunt didn't like me either; she was only taking me out because her husband told her to. So, without looking up, she gave a curt "hmm."

When I got back to my aunt's house, I found the front door locked from the inside. I didn't want to go back to ask my aunt for the key—
it was too far. Luckily, the door wasn't high, and it was a piece of cake for me.

I easily climbed over the door and went inside, only to find the large living room on the first floor empty. "Where's Uncle?" I
wondered. I went upstairs, where my aunt's family had their bedrooms—four rooms in total. I pushed each door open,
and as soon as I opened one, I heard a sound coming from the next room.

Feeling uneasy, I tiptoed over. Sure enough, there was a sound coming from inside; it seemed to be my sister. I gently pushed
the door open .

The door opened a crack, and then, I, a teenager, stood frozen in the doorway.

I will never forget what I saw at that moment, because it opened the door to the next chapter of my life, a completely
extraordinary one.

In the small room, about ten square meters, my uncle's bed faced the door. I was so close that I
could see everything I wanted to see.

My older sister lay on her back, pale-faced, struggling with her eyes closed. Her mouth was tightly covered by my uncle.
Her cotton coat had been unbuttoned and pulled to the sides, exposing her two white, round breasts. Her pants
had been pulled down, leaving her in only a pair of pure white cotton underwear.

I saw one of her white legs dangling off the bed, her white socks still on. I couldn't
see body because a man's body was on top of her, his pants draped over his feet. I recognized him—
it was my uncle!

He was on top of her, his mouth thrashing around her neck, sucking and smacking,
while his large hand roughly squeezed her two full breasts. He was breathing heavily,
seemingly extremely excited.

"Ugh..." My older sister was pinned down, unable to move, two streams of humiliated tears streaming down her face.
A low groan escaped her throat, as if she wanted to call for help but couldn't.

Actually, she had called for me earlier, but I wasn't home.

I quickly ran to my room, and when I returned,
I heard my uncle shout, "You slut! Now that I've got the chance, I'll fuck you to death!"

My eyes were bloodshot as I pushed open the door. My uncle, with his back to me, was passionately trying to pull down my older sister's panties. She was
still tightly covering her most sensitive area, making a final resistance. Her mouth was also tightly closed,
refusing to open it no matter how much my uncle kissed her. Her face grew paler and paler until suddenly she vomited, spraying her mouth full of her uncle's kisses.

My older sister had actually vomited... Later, I learned that my older sister had developed severe misogyny
and autism because of my uncle's behavior. It took me a long time to cure her autism, but her misogyny accompanied her for the rest of her life.

"Fuck your mother, you filthy bitch!" My uncle, unaware of my stealthy approach from behind, slapped my older sister across the face and cursed angrily.

"Your mother's the filthy bitch! You beast, die!" A blood-curdling scream
exploded in my uncle's ears, startling him and sending a jolt of pain through his lower back. Then, he felt nothing in his lower body.

My uncle slowly turned around in disbelief. A youthful face, full of malice, rapidly magnified in his vision.
Then a heart-wrenching scream echoed from inside the house, lingering in the three-story building...

"Everything happened so suddenly, so suddenly, but it was all destined, just like
meeting you in the juvenile detention center was destined. These experiences have made me who I am today... You know me, I will not compromise with your father."
On the luxurious bed in a presidential suite, I, young yet mature, embraced a tall woman almost as tall as me
. I said to her.

The woman had a sexy mole on the corner of her mouth. She was tenderly stroking the scars on my body, her eyes filled with
indelible sorrow.

"You'll die... My father knows about your relationship with your family..."

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