Urban Chaotic Quotes: Incest in Progress

My name is Xiao Jie. I'm an orphan who grew up with my grandmother. I work at a club run by a mysterious woman named Ai Lian who ostensibly runs a bar downstairs from my house. Ai Lian is a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth, skin like jade, a graceful figure, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a slender build. She's only 168cm tall but has a 36D bust. When I met her, she was probably only around 23 or 24. She seemed like a lively and cheerful older sister, but in reality, she was a pervert with unique tastes. She liked to masturbate men or women, especially enjoying playing with their genitals. I lost my parents and my aunt's family in a car accident when I was XX years old. Perhaps that's why she saw an opportunity and took good care of me. It wasn't until I was XX years old that she revealed her true colors. That day, a relative from my hometown passed away. My grandmother went back to her hometown for the funeral and entrusted me to Ai Lian's care for a few days. Ai Lian agreed without hesitation. That very night, she asked me to go take a bath with her. Upon reaching the bathroom, while I was still completely bewildered, she removed my clothes and gently stroked my still-developing penis. Then, she parted her lips and slowly took my glans into her mouth, her lips gently pursing, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Still in a daze, a strange excitement surged through me. With each movement, my pleasure intensified, then suddenly a strange discomfort washed over me, a profound sense of loss washing over me. My penis, which had been slightly erect in her mouth, softened. Perhaps because of my young age, there was little ejaculation, but my first orgasm ended just like that, lasting perhaps less than two minutes. She licked her lips, a hint of disappointment in her voice, and said, "Still too small." Then, she removed her clothes, revealing her jade-like body. Holding the showerhead in one hand, she gently stroked her full breasts with the water, bringing the water down to her thick, neatly trimmed pubic hair. She gently stroked her clitoris with her hand, letting out alluring moans. After a while, she looked at me, who was staring blankly, with seductive eyes, and pointed to her vulva, asking, "Want to lick?" I nodded as if possessed. Sister Ai smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth, which I found dazzling. Then, she lifted my head with one hand, pressing it against her pink, still-dampened vulva, and spread her plump labia with the other. She commanded, "Hurry up! Stick out your tongue! Stir it hard, don't stop, ah~ ah~ ah~ yes! Go in a little deeper, harder, harder, harder." Sister Ai ordered me to lick vigorously, and with each lick, Sister Ai's moans became increasingly captivating. I couldn't help but swallow hard, and somehow, without any instruction, I learned to suck on Sister Ai's vulva. I increased my strength, diligently drinking her vaginal fluid, as if trying to drink every last drop of this mysterious liquid flowing from her vagina. My throat bobbed as I swallowed her fluid. Sister Ai's moans became high-pitched and sharp, perhaps because I was sucking too hard. She tried to push me away, but I couldn't bear to give up this rare experience. So I tightly hugged her long, straight, and flawless thighs with both hands. Suddenly, Sister Ai cried out, "Don't suck! You little rascal, it feels so good! Ah~ Ah~!" Then, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, and Sister Ai forcefully pushed my head away. Then, she slowly sat down against the wall. After a while, she came to her senses. She reached out her finger, poked my head, and laughed, "You little rascal, you're such a pervert." Nothing else happened that night. I went to sleep, and Sister Ai went to work. Before going to sleep, Sister Ai whispered in my ear: This secret is only between the two of us, don't tell Grandma or anyone else! I agreed in a daze and even made a pinky promise. After that, we became the closest friends or siblings. So I always told her everything. This has become the thing I regret the most to this day. (2) I discovered Sister Ai's mystery when I was a teenager. It was my birthday. My third aunt took me to her house to celebrate my birthday. Although my mother had four sisters, except for my second aunt who passed away with my mother, my third aunt was the best to me. The other two not only ignored me, but also treated me like a flood or a beast, afraid that they would not be able to get away from me if they got involved with me. My third aunt not only cared about me often, but also always made my birthday very warm. Although I did not often go to her house, she often came to see me. In my heart, she was my mother. That day, she picked me up after work to go to my birthday party. When I saw her, she was dressed in a well-fitting office lady outfit, her small lips adorned with grapefruit-colored lipstick, and her hair neatly tied back in a ponytail that revealed her forehead. She wasn't tall, only 163 cm. Her breasts didn't seem large, just a B cup, but her delicate features, light makeup, smooth, fair skin, and fragile appearance, along with the melancholy that flickered between her brows, gave her the air of a virtuous woman that captivated me. Although not as beautiful as Sister Ai, she possessed a different kind of allure, a delicate fragility that tempted one to take advantage of her. In fact, she was indeed very delicate. She always did things gently and slowly, without haste. Her speech was soft and gentle, always cheerful. Every word she uttered reached the warmest part of my heart. To me, she was like a mother, yet there was something more. I told Sister Ai about this feeling, perhaps because my expression was so dreamy when I told her. Sister Ai actually got jealous and said: "Let Jason seduce her and make her cheat on me." Jason was Sister Ai's bartender. He was a Slavic man, very handsome with a melancholic air, which often attracted a swarm of admirers to the bar. However, he was a seasoned womanizer himself and never caused any trouble for the bar, so Sister Ai let him be. There were two other bartenders: one named John, a tall, muscular Black man, not ugly but by Eastern standards of beauty, definitely not handsome, and a notorious braggart who often boasted that his penis was as big as a cow's; the other named Paul, a Japanese man, of average appearance, somewhat sleazy, and seemingly without any special talents. Sister Ai had only mentioned him in passing during conversations: he was very eloquent, perceptive, bold, and knowledgeable. All three of them spoke fluent Mandarin. Sister Ai's words about seducing Auntie into having an affair enraged me. With red eyes, I warned her: "Don't play with fire, don't destroy Auntie's happy family." Because I knew the feeling of a broken family, she laughed and said: "It's just a joke, just teasing me." At the time, I believed her; it was a joke. After my birthday, it was late, and my aunt let my cousin and me sleep together. That night, I ran into my aunt's husband when I went to the bathroom. When I returned to my room, I found he was sleeping in the guest room. I was a little surprised; my aunt was only in her early thirties, in the prime of her life, and they were already sleeping separately? I casually asked my cousin, "Did Aunt and Uncle have a fight? Why is Uncle sleeping in the guest room?" I call my aunt "Aunt" because she's the only aunt I know. My cousin, still sleepy, said, "No, not today. Sometimes it happens, mostly when Uncle gets angry. As for sleeping separately, ever since Uncle was promoted to section chief, he's always slept in the guest room." After saying that, my cousin fell asleep almost immediately, but I couldn't sleep. The next morning, with dark circles under my eyes, I looked out the window when suddenly I heard a rapid, heated argument next door, followed by my aunt's husband slamming the door and leaving. I quietly got out of bed, without waking my sleeping cousin. I walked to my aunt's door and saw her seemingly wipe away tears secretly. When she saw me get up, she stood up blankly and gently stroked my face. Then, she slowly walked into the kitchen. I followed her and asked urgently, "Auntie, did Uncle bully you?" My aunt shook her head and said slowly but firmly, "No, he's busy with work, under a lot of pressure, and very tired. He can't help but lose his temper. I understand him." After saying that, my aunt's chopping movements seemed to quicken. Back home, I found Sister Ai and confided in her. Sister Ai smiled sweetly and said, "It's nothing, I'll help you. Try to talk to her."

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