Incestuous Love Affairs

(I) Uncle and Sister

My childhood memories are filled with incestuous recollections.

My family lived in one of a row of illegal buildings somewhere in Taipei. The adults there spent their leisure time playing cards. So
sometimes , our big bed would be shared with the children of my parents and their card-playing partners. Of course, I was happy to oblige, because at those times, I could
sleep with my sister.

My sister was very kind to me. She would wait until all the children were asleep, then slip her hand under my blanket, gently pull down my pants, and
hug me tightly. Actually, at the time, I didn't quite understand what she was doing; I just felt that my little penis, like it was swimming in water, always had
that feeling of being able to release after an urgent need to urinate—it felt very comfortable.

Of course, the reason I received such special service from my sister was... (link to a webpage)
I remember it was a Sunday morning. My parents had gone to someone's house to play cards. When I woke up, the house was quiet. I
was used to this, at least on weekends; it was a common occurrence in our house.

I rubbed my eyes, went into the front room across the hallway from the kitchen, passed my parents' bed, and was about to go to the living room to see if my sister, who wasn't sleeping, had
gone out with my parents. But I found my sister with her back to me, sitting on my uncle's lap, holding a calligraphy brush, making the same sounds I made when I was sick. My uncle,
as if teaching her calligraphy, had one arm around her waist and the other holding her right hand, his head resting on her shoulder.

"Oh! So my sister is practicing calligraphy!" That was one of my least favorite tasks. I was just thinking of escaping outside to play house with Ah-Hua,
so I wouldn't be as unlucky as my sister and get dragged into calligraphy practice.

"Hmm! Uncle's pants look a bit strange!" I looked at the space next to the swaying chair, noticing the protruding belt, and felt a bit
curious.

My eyes couldn't help but follow the belt. My sister's skirt was lifted up to my uncle's lower abdomen, and at the base of her slender white thighs, there was a round, dark pubic hair,
appearing and disappearing with my sister's swaying body... "Uncle, what game are you playing?" I quietly walked up to them and suddenly asked.

"Brother..." "No, I'm teaching her to write..." My uncle and sister were both stunned for a moment, then spoke almost at the same time.

Of course, my uncle nervously pulled my sister's skirt down to cover up their intertwined parts.

I knew they were lying to me. My neighbor, Ah Hua, and I used to play marbles and frivolous games in the back alley. One day, I inadvertently peeked
through Guo Ge's screen window and watched him, like an uncle and sister, having his sister lie on top of him – the only difference being they weren't wearing clothes!

I stared at them, looking incredulous.

Seeing this, Uncle shifted his position and laboriously pulled a red ten-yuan note from his pocket.

"Go! Go out and play." "I want to 'join'!" (At that time, "join" meant to join or be together.) "You want to write?!" Uncle
knew I hated calligraphy and pretended to be angry to scare me.

I stuck out my tongue, snatched the ten yuan, and ran out quickly. All I could hear was Uncle's voice, "Don't tell your mother, you hear me?!"
Whatever ! Ten yuan could buy Ah Hua and me so many things to eat!

From then on, Uncle took my sister and me to the movies and out more often. Although each time we went out, I would often not see
them . However, the gifts or candies I received made me pay little attention to where they went, let alone the occasional special service my sister provided!

This situation continued until my uncle died, when I was ten years old.

(II) My Little Aunt

During my childhood summer and winter vacations, I would always go with my aunt to my maternal grandmother's house, which was located near the mountains, for several days.

Actually, it wasn't a very fun place. After getting off the train at the small station, it was a long, long walk. Sometimes, although we could
hitch a ride on an oxcart driven by someone we knew, the bumpy cobblestone road, the slow pace of the oxen, and their strong body odor often made my cousin and I jump up and down to relieve the irritation in our noses.

The reason my cousin and I wanted to go to my maternal grandmother's house was definitely not because of the green bamboo strips that often fell from the bamboo grove, or the big-bellied fish in the stream, let alone
the centipede that was longer than my forearm. Actually, it was my little aunt, Shuzhen, who always made me beg to go with her. My

little aunt, Shuzhen, was the youngest daughter of my fifth uncle. She was a year older than me and a year younger than my cousin. She was wild and a fast runner. During the day, she would always tease and
bully me, and I could never catch her. So, I always hated her to the core. But at night, she was like a different person. She liked to stick close to my
cousin and me, hiding under the mosquito net, pinching and massaging our backs or bodies, and sometimes telling us stories.

In the countryside, people go to bed early and get up early. The men were busy working in the fields early in the morning, while the women mostly went to the river to wash clothes or chat. The rest of the time,
mostly kids like us, played hide-and-seek, hopscotch, and other games near the houses.

I don't quite remember what day it was, only that it was long after dawn. I was fast asleep, and in my drowsy state, I felt the bed shaking as if there was an earthquake
. I slightly opened my eyes and saw my cousin's large quilt bobbing up and down unusually. I thought maybe my cousin and aunt were playing "wrestling" again!

My aunt sometimes played with me, but I was much stronger than her and always on top of her, so I would kick and punch her until she couldn't
take off my pants and gave up (the rule of our game is that the person who can take off the other's pants has to be punished by the winner, and the punishment is decided by the winner).

I suddenly pulled off the quilt covering my cousin... "Cousin won... Hey! Why aren't they wearing pants?!" I was stunned, just like my cousin and
aunt .

"Oh... Oh!" I watched as my cousin's penis slowly slid out of my aunt's white flesh. I wagged my index finger at them, pretending
to rush out and tell my aunt or great-aunt.

Suddenly, my cousin hugged me tightly, and my aunt pressed down on top of me.

"Hey! If you tell anyone, I'll never talk to you again!" My aunt pouted, her eyes almost filled with tears.

"I don't care! Who told you to bully me!" I ignored her and struggled to separate them.

"Don't tell anyone! Let you 'play' too! Okay?" (meaning to play) my cousin suggested, grabbing my hand and placing it on my
aunt 's vulva.

"You played too!" my cousin grumbled, rubbing my hand up and down on my aunt's wet vulva.

"It doesn't count! I didn't." I forcefully pulled my hand back, looking at the remaining moisture on my palm.

"Ugh...so dirty! Auntie...peeing...peeing!" I shouted.

My cousin quickly covered my mouth and gestured for me to look at my aunt and think of a way to stop her.

My aunt looked at me stubbornly, quickly pulled down my pants, faced me, grabbed my soft penis with one hand, and spread her white
and round . She half-squatted down and sat down, swaying her firm buttocks back and forth.

Watching my aunt's actions, I couldn't help but think of the familiar scene between my uncle and sister, and my penis inexplicably began to move upward.

"So small and so naughty!" My aunt probably knew that I wouldn't tell on her anymore. She straightened my penis and aimed it at her vulva,
smiling ...

(III) Peeping

After entering junior high school, my family was relocated to a ten-ping (approximately 3.3 square meters) public housing apartment after the illegal construction was demolished. It was a rather small space. My parents probably noticed
my prominent Adam's apple and the clear fluid that often lingered on my underwear, which had divided our ten-square-meter space into four rooms.

Thinking about how my sister's "special services" had been separated by the new cubicles, I felt a pang of resentment. Furthermore, my own
fantasies about relationships between men and women, stemming from the first-grade health education textbook, had begun to surface.

I always tried to get closer to my sister, but she seemed to have reformed and avoided me.

I was incredibly frustrated and tried everything to relive those memories, finally discovering a little secret about our new home.

It was a winter evening, and it got dark early. When I got home from school, the house was pitch black. Since moving to the new house, my father always came home close to
seven o'clock, and I didn't know if my mother was at the market or still playing cards. I opened the door, about to turn on the main light. Suddenly, I noticed
a sliver of white light shining from the front of the bathroom.

"Who is it?... Hmm! My sister's out of school!" I glanced at the shoe cabinet by the door. My sister, a third-year junior high student, rarely gets home before me.

I suddenly smiled, fumbled in the dark to put down my backpack, and gently closed the door. I tiptoed to the toilet, knelt on the foot mat in front of it, and
peered through the small keyhole.

"Wow! This is great, my sister's taking a shower!"

Our toilet and bathroom are combined, and it's very small, less than a square meter. The toilet is right in front of the door, next to which is a sink about the size of two faces,
and next to the wall. The keyhole provides a view of just the edge of the door; unless you're standing directly under the showerhead, you can't escape being seen through the small hole.

Excitedly, I unbuttoned my khaki pants, pulled out my already erect penis, and began to rub it up and down with abandon. After all, it was something I had been longing for.
To paraphrase what politicians often say: not satisfied, but acceptable!

My sister bathed very carefully. First, she lathered her entire front body with soap, especially her large breasts, which she repeatedly
slathered with soap. I watched closely and noticed that her nipples were quite large, and her areolas were very prominent, unlike my aunt Shuzhen's.

After washing her front, she lathered the entire towel with soap, then held one side of the towel with one hand and used it to wash her back.
Of course , this wasn't as stimulating, and I took the opportunity to unbuckle my belt. I knew she was about to wash her genitals!

Sure enough, my sister slightly parted her legs, stretched the towel straight, and twisted it into a long, thin strip, one hand in front and the other behind, pressing it tightly against her labia,
washing her lower body like playing a violin. The long, thin towel was embedded in her vulva, and her thick labia spread outwards with its movement.

I stared wide-eyed, straining to see inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of my sister's entire wanton little cunt, and quickened the pace of my hand movements.
I saw her put down the towel and start rubbing her cunt with her palms to clean it, while two fingers followed, disappearing into her vagina... "Wow! I can't take it anymore!" I clenched
my hips and forcefully ejaculated spurts of semen forward.

Looking at the white, thick mess on the floor, I wished I could exchange it with the foam on my sister's honey pot! Although I felt a sense of emptiness after masturbation, I was also excited
to discover the source of my family's springtime. And it accompanied me, fulfilling many of my physiological needs during junior high school...

(IV) Father

My father was quite strict with us, at least before the "Child Welfare Act," that's what I thought.

He was a burly man, and whenever we made a mistake that he deemed unforgivable, he would often strip us naked and whip us hard with a belt or hose. More
importantly, he often implemented "collective punishment"—if one person made a mistake, both were punished, so my sister and I were quite afraid.

I remember that day, Mom went on another "journey" to play cards with her friends. I stole 100 yuan from my father's pocket, but I've forgotten what I did with it. The result, of course, is predictable
. While being beaten, I don't know what possessed me, but I blurted out my sister's affair with my uncle.

Wow! This was really serious. My sister was stripped naked, even her bra and panties, and hung in the living room with a rope
, being whipped mercilessly. My sister's large breasts trembled incessantly with the whipping of my father's belt. Red welts covered her snow-white body.

"Dad! I won't do it again," my sister murmured, tears streaming down her face, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Next time? You want a next time?!" My father's belt never stopped.

"Damn it, I'll let you off now." My father, like a madman, grabbed my sister's thighs, his right hand parting her labia, licking her
clitoris and vulva with his tongue.

"Dad! No, I really can't do it anymore." My sister's legs were crossed and curled together, but because there was nothing to hold onto, they soon opened again.

I was really surprised by my father's actions and stood there, not knowing what to do.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come and help me, and let your sister have some fun!" Now, I was even more stunned. I really didn't know how to help
my father, although I was secretly pleased.

"Dad, no! ...Brother, you can't..." My sister shook the rope tied to her hands, kicking her legs wildly.

"Come over and grab your sister's legs!" My father shouted at me, while taking off his underwear and forcing his penis into my sister's vagina.

Hearing my father's shout, I went to my sister's side, squatted down, grabbed her legs and spread them apart, my eyes involuntarily looking up at
the scene of my father and sister having sex.

My father's dark penis was moving in and out, flipping her labia majora, the veins on his penis covered with the clear vaginal fluid secreted by my sister. The older sister
squinted , swaying her large buttocks as her father thrust in and out. The tears on her face had long been replaced by the pleasure of his penis penetrating her.

"Dad... your... penis... feels... so... good..." Her moans spurred her father to accelerate his piston-like movements.
Perhaps because standing was too strenuous, he lowered his sister, lifting her legs up and rubbing her vulva against his penis.
Suddenly, the entire penis sank into her vagina.

"Ah... Dad..." My sister frowned slightly, seemingly unable to accept the full penetration of my father's penis.

My father, caught up in the moment, didn't care about that. His hips swayed wildly, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the room.

"Quickly... it's... coming..." my father roared.

Hearing this, my sister gripped my father's buttocks tightly, arching her back to match his movements, as if hoping he would plant his seed in her womb.

Knowing my father was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled down my pants and began stroking my penis.

"...Coming..." My father pulled out his penis, rubbing my sister's breasts while spraying thick streams of semen onto her body.

After my father left my sister's body, I quickly climbed on top of him. My sister's wet vagina made
penetration .

As I masturbated, I caressed my sister's clitoris with my thumb. She wildly spread her legs, clamping my buttocks between them, swaying with my movements.

"Faster...brother...harder..." I watched my sister's wanton state, arousing my sadistic desires. I slapped the bruises on the side of her thighs while rotating
my hips, rubbing my glans against her cervix.

My sister seemed unable to withstand my rubbing, her mouth constantly babbling, urging me to hurry.

Seeing that the time was almost right, I accelerated my thrusting movements, my glans gradually feeling numb, and the base of my thighs sending a pre-ejaculation sensation to my brain.
I imitated my father, pulling out my penis and ejaculating onto my sister's heaving breasts.

In the days that followed, whenever my mother went to play cards, my father and I would take turns masturbating my sister. Of course, my sister had two
or three until she got married at eighteen.

(The End)

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