[My Cousin, Her Stockings] [Author: Water and Fire]

After talking about our nanny, I felt an even stronger urge to share my own story. Today, I'll talk about my incestuous relationship with my cousin.
Because I'm the youngest in both my family and my mother's side of the family, I developed a strong attraction to older women during my sexual awakening and maturation. The cousin
I'm talking about today is my aunt's older sister. My aunt has two children; the older sister is much older than me, almost in her twenties, so I won't mention her. I'll mainly talk about the younger sister, Xiaoyun. Xiaoyun is ten years older than me. She was beautiful and adorable from a young age, and all my aunts and uncles adored her. Since my aunt's family didn't have any boys, I was especially loved by them. My cousin Xiaoyun also loved me and always played with me. Looking back, I realize I had a special fascination with girls' feet—what we now call a foot fetish. When we were little, Xiaoyun would often wave her little feet in front of me and ask, "Are my feet pretty?" I would foolishly answer, "Yes, they are."
As I grew older, it's common for boys to have sexual fantasies about the women in their families, and Xiaoyun was no exception, becoming one of my objects of sexual fantasy. However, it remained just a fantasy; I never had the chance to act on it. When I was in junior high, Xiaoyun got married to her high school classmate. Her husband treated her very well, and his family was well-off; they seemed to own a factory and were quite wealthy. Everyone was happy that my Xiaoyun had found such a good match, but two years into their marriage, just after their precious son was born, her husband died in the line of duty. This sudden tragedy caught everyone off guard, and Xiaoyun grew increasingly frail. Everyone thought such a delicate woman wouldn't be able to withstand such a blow. Even her husband's parents told her to find someone else, since she was still young. But she refused, saying she wanted to raise her child herself and give her husband some peace.
Originally, I wouldn't have any further contact with this strong-willed cousin, and the sexual fantasies would remain just that—fantasies. But what was destined to happen still happened. It started the year I graduated from university.
During my senior year of college, I successfully entered the local TV station, initially receiving internship pay before graduation. Because my home and workplace were a bit far, I started nagging about renting an apartment near the station, but my parents absolutely refused, fearing I wouldn't be able to discipline them. At this point, my cousin and aunt suggested I move in with my cousin. My cousin lived in my aunt's old apartment, right next to my workplace, less than a ten-minute walk away. My parents were naturally delighted, saying that with my cousin watching over me, I definitely wouldn't do anything bad. Actually, I was happy too, as I could be closer to my cousin, Xiaoyun. So I readily agreed, and within two days, I moved from my university dormitory to my cousin's house.
Here, I'd like to introduce my cousin, Xiaoyun. Although she was already a mother, she had married young; when I moved in, she was just over thirty, and her nephew was only in first or second grade (I honestly can't remember exactly). Xiaoyun was about 165cm tall, with slightly dark skin, but a healthy tan, and smooth skin. She had a fantastic figure; despite being a mother, her figure rivaled that of an unmarried young woman. Because of her long-term work in the bank, she has a very good demeanor.
As mentioned before, my cousin's house was my aunt's old house, a large three-bedroom house where the whole family lived. Due to my cousin's circumstances, my aunt gave the house to my cousin—Xiaoyun. Xiaoyun has a master bedroom, my nephew has his own, and I naturally stayed in the larger one. Initially, I was worried about causing Xiaoyun trouble, but she's always liked me, so she was naturally happy to see me. My nephew was even happier; finally, someone to play with! Xiaoyun also mentioned that I could tutor him, especially in writing.
The days passed peacefully
, and Xiaoyun and I got along well. But one day changed my inner balance.
I remember it was right after the National Day holiday, and I successfully became a full-time employee (though the contract hadn't been finalized). Then my workload increased; I had more and more articles to write and more and more films to make. My supervisor kindly allowed me to work from home, so I naturally didn't have to go to the office and could quietly create at home.
I remember that day, I was writing at home. My sister Xiaoyun had gone to work, and my nephew was at school, so I was home alone. Anyone with writing experience knows this: when you hit a creative block, you just can't seem to write anything. So I gave up writing and started watching my collection of Japanese adult films to pass the time. At that time, I was going through a sexual hiatus, without a partner, so I relied on these films to kill time. As I mentioned before, I'm a complete foot fetishist, so most of the films I collected were about stockings and foot fetishes. After watching for a while, I felt a bit aroused, so I got up to get some water. Passing by Xiaoyun's room (Xiaoyun has never been shy about me; her room door is never closed when I'm home alone), I noticed several pairs of stockings and underwear hanging on the clothes rack. My eyes immediately fell on the stockings. Let me introduce Xiaoyun: she works at a bank and wears a uniform every day, so high heels and stockings are a must. There were flesh-colored and black stockings, long and short, quite a few.
When I saw Sister Xiaoyun's stockings swaying in the wind, it was like a signal flag waving at me! I immediately thought to myself, how could I have overlooked Sister Xiaoyun! Because it was a lull in my sex life, and I had just watched a Japanese adult film, my lower body instantly got a tent, and I involuntarily walked towards those pairs of stockings! I swallowed hard, reached out my sinful hands, and took the stockings off the clothesline. I first took a pair of flesh-colored short stockings, smelled them, but since they had been washed, they smelled of laundry detergent, but it wasn't bad! My lower body was about to explode! I then picked up a pair of black pantyhose, which were still a little wet. I didn't go back to my room with those two pairs of stockings. Right there on Xiaoyun's bed, I put the short stocking in my mouth while pulling the black pantyhose over my already bulging penis and vigorously masturbating. My mind was involuntarily filled with fantasies of making love with Xiaoyun. After a while, my glans started to tingle, so I quickly pulled the black pantyhose off, afraid of getting semen on it. I knelt on one knee and continued masturbating, muttering Xiaoyun's name as I ejaculated. I ejaculated all over the floor!
Afterwards, I didn't lose my temper. I quickly cleaned up the mess, wiped the floor, opened the window to air it out, and then checked the stockings. There wasn't much semen on the black pantyhose, but the short flesh-colored stockings had my saliva on them. I quickly took them to the bathroom to wash! Since the black pantyhose was already wet, a simple rinse was enough, and the flesh-colored stockings dried quickly after washing. After cleaning up, I went back to my room to continue writing. When Xiaoyun came home that evening, she hadn't found anything.
From then on, whenever I was home alone, I would find an opportunity to take out Xiaoyun's stockings and enjoy them. As the weather got colder day by day, Xiaoyun's stockings disappeared and were replaced by cotton socks, which I really dislike. One day, while I was home alone, I rummaged through all the drawers and cupboards looking for my sister's stockings, and finally found them in my bedroom closet. Some people might ask why they were in my room, so let me explain. Xiaoyun's house is my aunt's old house—a three-bedroom apartment, and it continues the decoration style from when my aunt lived there, except that the master bedroom doesn't have a wardrobe; the wardrobe is in the room I live in now. So, it was only natural that Xiaoyun would put her stockings, which she couldn't wear in winter, in my bedroom closet, of course, when I wasn't home.
Ever since I found this huge box of all kinds of stockings, I've been incredibly excited, like I'd discovered a treasure. That very day, I took out a pair and masturbated like crazy, but I still didn't dare ejaculate inside them. Just before ejaculating, I pulled my penis out and ejaculated on the floor. Sometimes, I'd also take out my sister's stockings at night, lie in bed, and masturbate while fantasizing about having sex with Xiaoyun. Sometimes I'd ejaculate inside the stockings. Finally, I'd wash them myself when no one was around, dry them with a hairdryer, let them air out, and then put them back in the box. Xiaoyun never discovered any of this.
During this time, I read many articles about incest. I had already been having an incestuous relationship with my cousin, though we hadn't gone all the way to sex. Having a special relationship with my cousin had become commonplace in my life, and Xiaoyun naturally entered my harem. I fantasized every day about having a wild, unethical sexual encounter with her.
But when it actually happened, I realized that things like in novels—where someone's stockings or underwear are discovered while masturbating, leading to incestuous sex; or semen is found, leading to incestuous sex—only happened in novels. Reality wasn't that dramatic. I kept waiting, and my desire grew stronger with each passing day. During this time, I returned to my previous carefree lifestyle. Through my work, I met many models and contestants, and I found a few semi-regular sex partners. I
would
release my lust on them, and every time I slept with them, I would think of Xiaoyun. Just when I didn't know how to bring it up, or rather, how to hint at it to Sister Xiaoyun, a small thing helped me.
Sister Xiaoyun: "Why?"
I said, "After all, I've always taken landscape photos, I'm still a novice at taking pictures of people. Sister, you have a great image and temperament, so just do your little brother a favor and be my model."
Sister Xiaoyun readily agreed, unaware of my wicked thoughts.
From then on, whenever we both had time, I would take pictures of her. Sister Xiaoyun would also ask me to take pictures of her new clothes. I'm the kind of person who takes things slowly, maybe it's my personality, I'm not in a hurry to rush things. Even with my cousin, it took many years for things to develop step by step, but that was just my youthful impulse. Now we are two adults, so if we want to make things incestuous, we have to take it one step at a time.
Further development started with the feet .
In this period, it's actually only been two weeks! We took a lot of pictures. Some were indoors and some were outdoors. Sister Xiaoyun also praised my portrait photography skills, saying they were getting better and better.
One day, after dinner, I brought up taking pictures again. However, I specifically requested to take photos of her in her work attire. Sister Xiaoyun obediently went inside and called me in half an hour later. She was wearing a black professional suit from her bank, paired with trousers and black high-heeled shoes that covered her feet. Although it wasn't quite what I expected, I couldn't rush to state my request. I reluctantly took a few photos. Then, I made an excuse that they didn't look good and asked her to find a pair of stockings that exposed her feet. Sister Xiaoyun didn't think much of it and ran to my room (as mentioned before, her out-of-season clothes and stockings were in my closet). A while later, she came in wearing flesh-colored stockings and platform shoes as I requested. I had Sister Xiaoyun strike various poses (under my tutelage, she had learned to pose in various semi-professional ways for me to take photos).
I took a few proper photos first, then I partially removed one of Xiaoyun's high heels, letting her hold it with her toes while crossing her legs. Seeing this alluring pose, I squatted there taking pictures, my genitals noticeably swollen. Then I removed the heel completely, exposing her stockinged feet to me. She was lying on the sofa, allowing me to secretly take a few pictures of her feet. Through the lens, I saw Xiaoyun's flesh-colored stockinged feet right in front of me, the bluish veins faintly visible against the fabric—it was incredibly beautiful. Honestly, I really wanted to rush over, grab Xiaoyun's feet, lick them to my heart's content, and then pin her down and have sex with her on the sofa. But my reason prevailed over my impulse. After all, I didn't know what Xiaoyun meant; it was all so sudden, and I was afraid something bad might happen! I kept telling myself, this is reality, not like those erotic novels. Take it one step at a time, no rush. Some might say I'm slow, but my slowness often yields unexpected rewards.
This reward came about a week after I openly took pictures of Xiaoyun's feet. It was the weekend, and I had been preparing to take pictures of Xiaoyun's feet in stockings. Without any fuss, the pictures were taken. She was wearing gray pantyhose that day. While taking the pictures, I often secretly took deep breaths because they were so alluring. It was quite an achievement for a young man like me to suppress my feelings!
After the pictures were finished, Xiaoyun suddenly asked me, "Why do you always take pictures of my feet?"
"Because your feet are beautiful! I take pictures of all the beautiful ones!" Because Xiaoyun's question came so suddenly, I quickly made up an excuse.
"Let me see the pictures you took of me before!" Xiaoyun instructed me (because I had already shown her the pictures I took of her feet before, but hadn't shown her many pictures of her feet recently).
"Okay!" I thought to myself, whatever, today it is! I was observant, and as long as Xiaoyun gave me a chance to say it, I would say it, I was going all in.
Actually, this idea was influenced by a conversation I had with Xiaoyun a few days earlier. It was during dinner one evening. Xiaoyun and I weren't as quiet as before; we talked about everything—work, colleagues.
"You seem pretty tired from work lately," Xiaoyun asked with concern.
"It's alright! Not too tiring. A young man shouldn't complain about being tired," I replied while eating.
"If you have a lot of work, try to play less. What are you doing coming home so late every day?"
"Just being young."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Xiaoyun asked.
"No," I said truthfully. Those women weren't really girlfriends, just casual sex partners.
"At such a young age, don't think about useless things all day long," Xiaoyun started lecturing me.
"What is it?" I was a little confused, but I vaguely sensed that Xiaoyun was talking about my private life.
"Don't think I don't know. Last time I washed your pants, a bag of that stuff fell out of your pocket," Xiaoyun said. (I knew she was referring to the condom packaging I'd used, and Xiaoyun was a little embarrassed to say it aloud.) "You don't care now, but you'll understand when you get older . You don't know how to take care of your body, and you still need to find a good girlfriend. Your aunt and uncle are waiting for you to get married and have grandchildren
." "I understand, I'm an adult now. Besides, how many adults are truly law-abiding these days?" I replied. "By the way, sister. Has no one pursued you since your husband left?
" After I asked this, Xiaoyun looked a little forlorn. "Who could pursue me? I'm getting old, and I have your nephew. Men these days all want younger women."
"Then…" I was about to ask if she didn't want to, but I didn't ask, because I felt the time wasn't right yet.
Okay, enough of that small talk, let's get to the point.
Because of the above conversation, I made up my mind, today. I took Xiaoyun into my room, turned on my computer, and pulled up a folder labeled with Xiaoyun's name. It was full of photos of Xiaoyun, all normal. Inside Xiaoyun's folder, there was a subfolder named "Top Secret." I opened it, and inside were photos of Xiaoyun's feet that I had taken.
"You brat, you really took so many photos of my feet! How disgusting!" Xiaoyun scolded me a little.
"Not at all! Look at your feet, size 37, not too big, not too small (I secretly checked her shoe size), and not too thin, not too fat, and your toes are so even. So beautiful!" I showered her with compliments. As I spoke, I flipped through the photos. Sister Xiaoyun's flesh-colored, black, and several pairs of gray stockings were displayed on the computer screen, soles, insteps, full views, and several close-ups, even the lines of the stockings were clearly visible.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered the trick I'd used on my nanny before.
"Sister, you don't understand. This is called partial modeling, it's really popular now." Then I showed Sister Xiaoyun the hidden foot fetish photos on my computer. At first, I showed her some relatively normal stockinged feet photos, after all, she's family, so I was a little hesitant.
"Little brother, you're not a foot fetishist, are you?" Sister Xiaoyun suddenly asked, catching me completely off guard.
"Sis, how do you know about this word?"
"I've been through this, what don't I know? You hear it on the news, online, and even from the old ladies at my workplace! I was already suspicious when you took pictures of my feet. Little brother, don't do what they say on the news, like asking for or stealing socks in the street!"
"I could never do something so perverted. I'm a germaphobe!" I quickly defended myself.
"Did you take my socks?" Sister Xiaoyun suddenly asked.
"No, absolutely not." I vehemently denied it. I absolutely couldn't let Sister Xiaoyun know this; I really didn't know what would happen if I admitted it.
"That's alright then."
"Sis, now that you know I have a foot fetish, will you still let me take pictures?" I asked hesitantly. Sister Xiaoyun's revelation caught me completely off guard, and I was afraid of being discovered so early; how would I carry out my plans then? I quickly and nervously asked my sister; this photo shoot was crucial for our close contact.
“No problem. Just don’t do anything perverted,” Sister Xiaoyun readily agreed. “Actually, I’m quite curious, what do foot fetishists want other people’s socks for? Have you ever done that?” Sister Xiaoyun asked out of curiosity.
This was my chance.
“Let me show you!” I quickly opened another folder on my computer containing pictures of foot licking and footjobs. “Sometimes they do that.” I was going all in.
“Don’t you find it smelly?” Sister Xiaoyun looked at the photos of foot licking and said, “You do that too?”
“I don’t know about them, but I’m disgusted by it, I’m a germaphobe.” I clicked on the pictures, and the eroticism of the images gradually increased until pictures of footjobs appeared.
“What are these? I’m not looking anymore.” Sister Xiaoyun was a little unhappy. I was ready to make my move, so be it.
“Sister, take a few more pictures! Since you know my secret today, and you still allow me to keep taking pictures, take a few more for me today!”
“I really can’t do anything with you,” Sister Xiaoyun said with a smile. "How should I take the pictures?"
"Sis, take off your shoes and get on the bed!" Xiaoyun had been sitting by my bed chatting with me the whole time.
Xiaoyun didn't think much of it and took off her shoes and got on the bed. I took my camera and this time openly photographed her gray stockinged feet. Because I like feet, I kept taking pictures of her soles, occasionally touching them, posing, and even tickling her soles, making her laugh. I was so nervous doing this that my mouth was dry. My goal was to gradually break down Xiaoyun's defenses so I could make my move later.
Later, I started intentionally stroking Xiaoyun's feet. Even now, as I write this, I'm still a little excited! Then I knelt down beside Xiaoyun's feet with my camera, not looking at her feet through the viewfinder, but staring directly at them.
"I remember when we were little, you asked me if your feet were pretty. Ever since then, I've especially loved your feet. Look, your feet are just the right size, your toes are even, and there aren't any calluses on the soles. They're perfect." I blurted it out, then I placed Xiaoyun's feet together. Actually, I didn't do it with any particular intention back then, but looking back now, it was unexpected. This way, if I did anything inappropriate, she wouldn't immediately pull her feet away.
"Aren't your feet dirty?" Xiaoyun said.
I brought my nose closer and sniffed again. "Look, there's no smell at all! They're so clean! Your feet are the cleanest." After I said that, the air was still. We're both adults; we both know what the other might do.
"We're not filming today. Let's go back to the room," Xiaoyun said, trying to pull her feet away.
How could I let this opportunity slip by? Having finally gotten a chance, I grabbed her foot. "This pose, don't move, it's the most beautiful, let's take a few more pictures." I quickly took out my camera and pretended to snap a few shots, but I could clearly sense that Sister Xiaoyun was hesitant. After taking a few pictures, I suddenly asked, "Sister, I want to kiss your feet." As soon as I asked that, I wanted to slap myself. That was such a pointless question! Who would agree to that? It was practically blatant rape! Would you agree to that?
"No, we're siblings, it's not appropriate." As expected, Sister Xiaoyun objected.
I held her foot tightly and repeated everything I'd said before. I even promised to only kiss her feet and not do anything else inappropriate. I don't remember how long I begged. Maybe Sister Xiaoyun, after all these years, needed some stimulation, because in the end she agreed, telling me it was just a kiss, nothing else, and not to think about anything else—just this once. Once is enough. My thought was that once there was a first time, there would be a second, and once there was a second, there would be other things.
With Xiaoyun's tacit approval, I slowly moved closer to her feet. I gently kissed the sole of her foot, and I could clearly feel Xiaoyun's foot tremble slightly. Then I kissed each of Xiaoyun's toes. Then I stuck out my tongue and gently licked the feet I had been dreaming of. I carefully licked every part of her soles, heels, and toes, afraid of missing a single spot.
"Sister, how does it feel when I lick you?"
"A little itchy," Xiaoyun's voice became soft. "I really don't understand why you lick feet." She said the word "lick feet" even softer.
I continued licking, holding one foot and licking it carefully, even gently biting the fleshy parts of the heel and sole with my teeth, and putting Xiaoyun's toes in my mouth. Her stockings were basically soaked with my saliva. When I glanced at Sister Xiaoyun out of the corner of my eye, she clearly had her eyes closed, her chest heaving with rapid breathing; she was enjoying my ministrations.
As I licked her heels upwards, she stopped me, saying, "That's enough for today!"
I understood the meaning of knowing when to stop; I couldn't go too far, or there wouldn't be any more fun. I reluctantly put Sister Xiaoyun's feet down. "Thank you, Sister. Can I take pictures again in the future?" I asked hesitantly.
"Let me think about it! Don't tell anyone about today, okay?" Sister Xiaoyun instructed me as she left.
I replied, and then Sister Xiaoyun left my room. The excitement from earlier lingered, and after she returned to her room, I masturbated intensely, releasing all the pent-up semen.
I thought that after the first time, there would be a second time, but the next day, Xiaoyun was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding me. Even when I told her I wanted to take pictures, she said she didn't have time. You can imagine how I felt at that time. I was angry at myself for being so impulsive, angry at myself for not doing anything else, and even angrier at myself for letting me lick her, why did she stop me? Wasn't she just playing with me?
During that time, Xiaoyun and I had a period of cold war, and you can imagine how depressed I was. I had no way to talk to her, and I couldn't find any excuse to talk to her. When you're depressed, you make mistakes at work, which is normal. So I started doing crazy things (not the kind of things you're thinking of, like forcing yourself on her), but instead I went out drinking with friends and drank heavily. I came home drunk every day. And this behavior had an unexpected result.
I remember about two weeks had passed, and it was already December, almost Chinese New Year. It was a Sunday. I had gone out drinking with my colleagues until very late the night before, and I didn't get up until noon. When I got up, I saw that Xiaoyun had already prepared lunch.
"Eat your food quickly, or your stomach won't be able to handle it." This was the first time in a long time that Sister Xiaoyun had spoken to me proactively. I agreed and sat down to eat quietly. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her, but my head really hurt. Because I had drunk a lot, my stomach was uncomfortable, and I only ate a few bites before stopping. I got up to leave, but Sister Xiaoyun stopped me.
"How much did you drink yesterday?" Sister Xiaoyun asked me.
"I don't know, I didn't count," I answered casually.
"How old are you? You've already learned to drink so much? Don't you care about your health?" Because she had always doted on me since I was little, Sister Xiaoyun started to care about me again. "Can you tell me why? Is work not going well?" I thought to myself, "Aren't you just asking the obvious? And you're bringing up work.
" "A little," I answered with the same attitude.
"What's wrong with work?"
"Can't seem to get motivated?"
"What's wrong?"
Okay, since I'm here, I'll just get straight to the point. "Isn't it all because of you, sister? After I licked your feet last time, you've been avoiding me, you won't even let me take pictures. I'm afraid you won't talk to me anymore, so I'm worried
. I can't do my job well, and I get yelled at by my boss, so I can only drown my sorrows in alcohol." "You, what can I say about you? You're so old, yet you still act like a child. I'm just a little confused. Don't drink so recklessly in the future, and do your job properly, you know? This job wasn't easy to come by," Sister Xiaoyun said.
"So you agree? You agree to let me take pictures?" I asked casually.
"I can't do anything with you." Sister Xiaoyun was amused by my antics.
"Then let's do it now!" I hurriedly went inside to get my camera, ignoring my terrible headache.
I was so happy to be able to take pictures of Xiaoyun's feet again. I took so many from different angles this time. Since Xiaoyun already knew about my foot fetish, I didn't hold back. I even had her change into a pair of black stockings that I liked. Although I was excited, I was still a little dizzy from the hangover. But compared to Xiaoyun's feet, that was nothing.
When I picked up her stockinged feet again, I asked, "Can I kiss them?" After asking, I started to doubt myself. Why did I forget? I was afraid she wouldn't agree, and all my efforts would be wasted.
"I give up. Remember not to ask me next time," Xiaoyun said helplessly, but that was her way of acquiescing. Then she said, "Keep it a secret."
"I promise I will," I quickly made a vow.
Like a soldier receiving a bugle call, I picked up Xiaoyun's black stockinged feet, stuck out my tongue, and started licking them. The familiar taste, the long-lost touch, all rushed through my body with my tongue and mouth. Because I loved my sister's feet so much, several times I licked them frantically, and sometimes I gently bit them, making Xiaoyun ticklish and begging me to stop. I even buried my face in the soles of her feet, rubbing them back and forth, while she just watched quietly.
Later, when we got tired of licking, we both stopped, and I could clearly see that Xiaoyun's breathing was a little rapid. "That's enough for today," we said, and went back to our respective rooms. Because of a hangover, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. In my dream, I dreamed of foot fetish and making love with my sister.
Foot fetish was just the beginning.
From then on, I licked Xiaoyun's feet almost every day, because it was almost Chinese New Year, and neither of us had a day off. But licking her feet every day was essential, like a student's daily homework or a company employee's daily clock-in. This foot-licking continued for more than a week, during which time my relationship with Xiaoyun deepened considerably. She also asked me a lot of questions about foot fetishes. At first, I only touched on the subject when explaining, but later I deliberately seduced her, going into specifics and showing her a lot of Japanese foot fetish videos, especially those featuring footjobs. Several times when I showed her these videos, I hinted that she should give me footjobs. Xiaoyun earnestly told me that we were like siblings, and licking feet had crossed that line; it was a bottom line that couldn't be crossed. I ignored her words because I had experience
watching footjob videos (my cousin and I had gone through similar experiences). Initially, Xiaoyun wasn't quite comfortable with them. However, footjob videos usually don't just involve footjobs; they often include oral sex and intercourse scenes. Whenever I saw these, I could feel Xiaoyun's breathing quicken, and she would quickly ask me to turn off the video. I felt the time had come to take things further.
Then, on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, I went home for the Chinese New Year. This was the first time in my life I had a Spring Festival without a winter break, and also my first Spring Festival since starting work. Back then, it was a half-day holiday on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, followed by a seven-day Spring Festival holiday starting on New Year's Eve. In my unit, as long as we finished our Spring Festival work ahead of schedule, we could go home early. Before I left, Sister Xiaoyun was still at work. I called her to tell her I was going home for the New Year. I could hear a hint of sadness in her voice; after all, she was alone. I really wanted to come back and be with her.
A few of us young people who had just joined the unit were asked to draw lots with the older colleagues to be on duty during the Spring Festival holiday. I drew the morning of the fifth day of the new year. Being on duty meant one person from each department would stay in the office for about three hours, and then we could go home when the replacement arrived in the afternoon. At first, I wasn't too keen, but I never expected that this draw would be so unforgettable.
It was my first Spring Festival at work, and my whole family was very happy. We spent several days visiting relatives and friends, hosting dinners, and of course, visiting my aunt's house. When I saw Sister Xiaoyun, we both acted normally, without any awkwardness. My mother, of course, thanked my aunt and Sister Xiaoyun for taking care of me, saying I had caused them trouble. Sister Xiaoyun said many nice things about me, praising my hard work and even tutoring my nephew. I remember during dinner, I playfully nudged Sister Xiaoyun's foot under the table, and she stomped on it shyly, giving me a disapproving look. At the dinner table, I casually mentioned that I had to go back to work on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, implying to Sister Xiaoyun, "I might be there that day."
On the fifth day, I returned to the office early and chatted with my colleagues. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was time to take over my shift. My colleagues suggested going out for drinks, but I told them I had a family gathering and left. Before leaving, I called Sister Xiaoyun and learned that she was also home that day. I was overjoyed and rushed to her house.
That day, Xiaoyun was resting at home. She didn't go to her aunt's house or her brother-in-law's parents' house, leaving her little nephew at his grandparents' house. I understood; after all, her brother-in-law had passed away, and she probably didn't want to go back, perhaps to avoid seeing him. Seeing Xiaoyun again, even though it had only been a few days, was still very exciting. After chatting for a while, without any warning, I picked up Xiaoyun's feet and started licking them, since we had done this countless times before.
"Look at how impatient you are!" Xiaoyun was startled by my sudden action, but she didn't refuse.
"I missed my little brother so much," I said while licking. Because we hadn't prepared beforehand, Xiaoyun was dressed casually at home, wearing cotton socks. I don't really like cotton socks, but they were fine. After licking for a while, I said, "Sister, why don't you change into stockings?" Xiaoyun poked my head and went to my room to change her stockings. I followed behind. Because she was in a hurry, she changed into flesh-colored short stockings. As soon as she put
them on, I couldn't wait to start licking them. I hadn't licked my sister's feet for days, and I really wanted to. I used every foot-licking method I could imagine, licking Xiaoyun's feet frantically until my socks were soaked. Xiaoyun seemed a little aroused, responding with soft moans.
I felt I had to make a breakthrough; otherwise, I'd be a fool. While licking one foot, I picked up Xiaoyun's other foot and placed it on my crotch. My penis was fully erect, and Xiaoyun's foot felt so good against it. Perhaps she was too focused on me licking her feet to notice, or maybe she was a little aroused herself, because she didn't object at all.
Seeing this, I got excited and took off my outer pants, revealing only a thermal undershirt underneath. My erect penis created a huge tent in my underwear. As I was about to take off both the thermal undershirt and underwear, Xiaoyun saw me. "What are you trying to do?"
"Sister, I'm so pent up, I want to ejaculate," I pleaded.
"No, didn't we agree?" Xiaoyun said sternly.
"Sister, I'm really uncomfortable. We've already done such intimate things as licking feet, so please give me a footjob! Look, it's about to explode." I deliberately exposed my penis for Xiaoyun to see. I could clearly feel Xiaoyun's excitement, but reason prevailed, and she kept refusing me. I had no other choice, so I continued licking her, pleading as I pulled my pants down to my knees, grabbed her other foot, and pressed it against my penis, rubbing it back and forth with my hand.
"Okay, stop doing that, it's uncomfortable with my foot." As soon as Xiaoyun said this, I felt she agreed. What woman could resist such teasing and not give in?
With Xiaoyun's permission, I quickly took off all my pants, jumped onto the bed, and spread my legs. I grabbed Xiaoyun's two feet and pressed them against my penis. At first, Xiaoyun didn't know the proper techniques for footjob. Although she had watched many films, it was her first time, so she was still a little nervous. I taught her step by step. At first, she didn't use enough force and even hurt me, apologizing several times. But when Xiaoyun's legs clamped around my penis, the feeling was heavenly. Flesh-colored stockings, alluring feet, and Xiaoyun, whom I'd long admired, giving me a footjob—it wasn't a dream, it was happening right before my eyes. There were no other sounds in the room except the rustling of the stockings against my penis and pubic hair, and my own panting. Overwhelmed with excitement, I felt my glans begin to tingle; I knew I was about to ejaculate. My body involuntarily arched upwards, and my breathing quickened. Xiaoyun seemed to sense my urge and increased her speed. I let out a low growl and ejaculated profusely, the splattering semen onto Xiaoyun's stockings, pants, and the bed.
"You ejaculated so much?" Xiaoyun was surprised.
"It's been a while since I've ejaculated," I said between breaths.
"Okay, feel better now!" Sister Xiaoyun kicked me and said, "The socks are ruined. You can't use them."
"Don't throw them away! You can wash them and they're still usable. If not, give them to me."
"What for?"
"For masturbation." We'd already come this far, what was there to hide?
"Come on, they're dirty. Unhygienic."
"Then you can make them for me again, sister!" I pressed my advantage.
"Alright, alright, we'll see how you perform then." Sister Xiaoyun's words surprised me greatly. I thought it would be a long and arduous struggle, but it was so straightforward. I happily asked to kiss her, but she refused. I knew what it meant to know when to stop, after all, having taken this step, I wasn't worried about what would happen next.
We lay on the bed chatting, and during our conversation, I kept stroking her feet. She also gave me a lot of advice. Things like not going out and messing around, and that young people should be careful. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was dark. I had to go to a classmate reunion, and Xiaoyun was also meeting up with her older sister (my cousin, whom I mentioned earlier) and going back to her aunt's house that night. We said goodbye. On the way home, I laughed out loud several times with excitement.
We made love; the final hurdle of intimacy—footjob—
was crossed. It was like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. When I came back for vacation, with almost two weeks until my nephew's return, I asked Xiaoyun to give me footjobs almost every day. My semen ended up on many of her socks. I also experimented with various footjob positions on Xiaoyun's feet, and because the hurdle had been broken, Xiaoyun complied with all my requests. I also took many photos of us doing footjobs, though at her request, I didn't show my face. Unfortunately, the laptop's hard drive failed, and many videos and photos were lost.
During this time, we also kissed. I remember one time during footjob, I couldn't ejaculate for a long time. Xiaoyun offered to make me ejaculate with her hand, but I insisted on kissing her to increase the stimulation and speed up the ejaculation. These were experiences I'd gained with other women. We knelt on the bed, our lips slowly touching. Having kissed before, I wasn't as awkward as I was with my cousin. I actively pried open Xiaoyun's mouth with my tongue, our tongues intertwining. Finally, I lay on the bed, Xiaoyun lying on her side beside me, kissing me while masturbating. When I ejaculated, I was so excited that I bit Xiaoyun's lower lip. I only let go when she cried out in pain. Xiaoyun even called me a dog. During
this time, we acted like a couple, or even husband and wife. She would call me before leaving work to ask what I wanted to eat and I would sometimes ask her what she wanted to eat so I could bring it home. When we got home, it was kissing and foot fetish.
Some might ask, why not continue, or take the opportunity to go all the way? First, this is incest with my relative. After all, there's a familial bond between a man and a woman, so it needs to be gradual and mutually agreed upon to avoid problems. It can't be like those incest novels where a small thing leads to sex; in my experience, those are too unrealistic. Second, it's related to my personal life. I'm quite cautious in this regard and prefer mutual consent, as those who have read "Me and My Cousin" will know.
School started, and my nephew came home. What we used to do every day couldn't go on as smoothly. Occasionally, while my nephew was sleeping, we would have some fun. But my sister Xiaoyun was always afraid that my nephew would hear.
After a while, the weather warmed up. My work got busy again, and my homecoming times became unpredictable. My passionate moments with Xiaoyun hadn't happened in a long time. I remember it was April; my company sent me on a business trip out of town, which lasted for almost half a month. During that time, I frequently texted Xiaoyun, telling her I missed her, and she replied that she missed me too. We even flirted in our texts. At that moment, I secretly resolved to break the ice when I got back. (I didn't have sex with my cousin until two years later; Xiaoyun was the first person I had incestuous sex with.)
Business trips are tough, but life goes on day by day. When it was time to go home, I went back to my own home first—it's tradition, I guess! After resting for a day or two, I really wanted to be back with Xiaoyun.
I'll always remember that day; it was Sunday. I called Xiaoyun and told her I was going home. After all, it was Monday the next day, and my family wouldn't suspect anything if I went home early. I could tell from the phone call that my sister was still very happy, asking what I wanted to eat and asking me to cook it for her. I didn't care what I ate; I wanted to eat you, sister! (My thoughts at the time)
It was afternoon when I got back to Xiaoyun's house. My nephew was at my aunt's house; his uncle would take him to school on Mondays. When I got home, Xiaoyun cooked me a few dishes and, unusually, even drank some wine with me. During the meal, I talked a lot about missing Xiaoyun, about her feet, and how long I'd been holding back. Xiaoyun also asked if I'd been messing around outside. I said no, my heart was only for Xiaoyun.
After dinner, I said I wanted to do foot fetishes, and I asked my sister to change into a pair of black pantyhose. Xiaoyun called me a pervert, but still obediently changed. We went into her room, and I really liked this feeling. It was unspoken, but Xiaoyun understood what I wanted. But she didn't know that what I wanted wasn't just foot fetishes; I wanted sex.
Since there was no longer any need to hide anything, when Sister Xiaoyun changed into pantyhose, she wasn't wearing a skirt or anything to cover herself; she was only wearing underwear underneath, which I could see clearly through the stockings. I silently took off my pants, leaving me in just a short-sleeved t-shirt. First, as usual, I licked her feet, then lay on the bed, and Sister Xiaoyun gave me a footjob. But halfway through, I got up and stopped her. "What's wrong?" Sister Xiaoyun asked, not knowing what was going on.
"I want to play a little longer," I said while licking her feet.
This time, the foot licking was purposeful; I licked upwards little by little, her calves, her thighs. When I tried to lick her genitals, Sister Xiaoyun tightly covered them with her hands. Because this was my first time having incestuous sex with a relative, I couldn't force it, so I had to give up. Then I pressed myself against Sister Xiaoyun and kissed her. This time, I clearly felt that Sister Xiaoyun was also aroused, because she actively put her tongue into my mouth, intertwining it with mine. My hands occasionally touched her breasts, and my erect penis rubbed against her genitals through her stockings and underwear. This stimulation aroused Xiaoyun, causing her to wriggle her body. When I touched her genitals, Xiaoyun's defenses weren't completely broken down; she gripped my hand tightly, refusing to let me move. She kept saying things like, "No, no, we're siblings, get up!" Having no other option, I
started licking her ears. I noticed that many people's ears are extremely sensitive, and Xiaoyun was no exception. Perhaps because Xiaoyun hadn't been with a man in a long time, she began to moan. At first, it was soft and indistinguishable from panting, but eventually, it became louder.
"Stop it, little brother, let me make you cum with my feet!" I remember Xiaoyun pleading with me repeatedly.
"Sister, just give it to me! I miss you, I want to make love to you." Logically, I shouldn't be begging at this point, but my lust, under the shadow of familial affection, was still somewhat restrained.
After about ten minutes of this, I felt that Xiaoyun's legs were a bit too wide open. I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her stockings and, through her panties, began to stimulate her genitals. Xiaoyun was already wet; her silk panties were soaked through with her fluids. I guessed her defenses were almost completely broken down. So I slipped my hand inside her panties and into her vagina. It was a wet mess. After a few strokes, Xiaoyun's moans rose several decibels again. The time was right.
I removed her stockings and panties. At this point, Xiaoyun still had some sense and wouldn't let me take them all off. I could only pull the stockings and panties down to mid-thigh, lift her legs, and insert my already rock-hard penis. To be honest, this was only the second time I'd had sex without a condom; the first time was with my nanny. The warmth and moisture were incomparable to other women; they simply couldn't compare to Xiaoyun. It took more than half a year to get to this point. When I penetrated her, Sister Xiaoyun sighed; her psychological defenses had completely crumbled.
I thrust in and out, and Sister Xiaoyun writhed beneath me. A woman is still a woman; no matter how guarded she was at first, once her last line of defense was breached, everything became easy. Because I hadn't been able to completely remove her stockings and underwear earlier, Sister Xiaoyun was now completely conquered by me. I pulled out my penis, removed her stockings and underwear, and continued to penetrate her. The entire room was filled with our breathing and moans. Sister Xiaoyun hadn't had sex in a long time, and her moans turned into muffled growls. I hadn't had sex in a while either, and the stimulation from incest made me lose control after a few minutes. I shouted and ejaculated my pent-up semen into Sister Xiaoyun's vagina.
After we finished, I lay on top of Sister Xiaoyun, panting heavily; her face was flushed. Unlike other incest novels where the woman cries and asks what to do after sex, Xiaoyun didn't. She just complained about why I ejaculated inside her.
I asked her how she'd managed all these years. Hadn't she thought about it? Hadn't she slept with anyone else?
Xiaoyun said that she'd had a man a few years ago, and they'd slept together. But that man only wanted to have sex with her, nothing more. That relationship only lasted a few months and then it ended. She also told me that when she was licking my feet and doing footjobs, she'd thought it might come to this, but when it actually happened, she still wasn't quite used to it. Hearing this, I really regretted not making the first move sooner. It turned out Xiaoyun had already prepared herself.
After a while, I felt it again. This time, our foreplay was thorough, and there wasn't the same hesitation during sex as the first time. We made love twice that night. Each time, Xiaoyun was very engaged. She even told me not to worry about getting pregnant; she'd buy the pills the next day. I felt relieved and worked very hard, and Xiaoyun had multiple orgasms.
The unspoken barrier between us had been completely broken, and there were no more ties. Whenever we were home and conditions allowed, we would have sex. When my nephew was home, she would secretly come to my room and give me footjobs. Every corner of the room bore traces of our lovemaking, although I always wore a condom. I also bought her a lot of sexy stockings, and she learned how to give oral sex.
This incestuous relationship with Xiaoyun lasted for over a year. Until my family bought me a house, giving me my own space. We still had sex frequently. Xiaoyun told me that I should find a girlfriend and not focus all my energy on her, and that she would understand if I found a girlfriend. To be honest, my incestuous relationship with her was just due to hormones; I hadn't thought about anything else. After I moved to my new house, we saw each other less often, and the opportunities to have sex decreased. It wasn't until I got a girlfriend that our incestuous relationship ended. (During the incestuous period with Xiaoyun, I wasn't exactly faithful to my friends outside either, except they weren't my girlfriends, just casual sex partners, which will be mentioned in the "Memories" series.)
Now I have my own home and my lover. But there's still a small place in my heart reserved for Xiaoyun.

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