Am I committing incest? [Full text]

Am I committing incest?

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Meilun was a singer at the Victoria Cabaret. A graduate of a music academy, she taught
vocal music and worked there at night.

Although she was rather thin, her voice was deep and resonant, and she was proficient in various singing styles. She was talented
, had a lively stage presence, and was stunningly beautiful. She

was deeply admired and loved by people from all walks of life.

That winter, my girlfriend, Little Red Riding Hood, and I were deeply in love. She, who naturally loved noise and excitement,
loved the interaction between the performers and the audience, the frenzied performances on stage, the rhythmic banging of wooden blocks on the table,
the energetic music, the dynamic dances, the dazzling lights, the naked dancers, the glamorous ladyboys, the allure of fine wine,
and the intrusion of meth. This place was practically a den of iniquity, a religious altar.

Because of love, we loved!

From then on, we frequented this place, indulging in its decadent, bizarre, and intoxicating atmosphere.

The nightclub performers' income, besides their daily wages, came from gifts from customers.

Knowing she was somewhat related to me, my friends and guests often patronized her
.

(When the large sums of money brought her beautiful, fiery gazes, lingering kisses, and passionate singing,
Little Red Riding Hood would sometimes fire confetti at her at close range, filling the air with confetti and creating a frenzy on stage!

Seeing this, she would become even more enraged and stomp on my instep with her high heels, guaranteeing a
copper-wire-sized purpura the next day!

) Speaking of relatives, she was merely the daughter-in-law of my distant cousin's husband's sister. She addressed me
as "uncle,"

so she always called me that when we met.

Her husband was a lazy gambler, indulging in all five vices—drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking—and frequently
squandering on his hobbies!

In a long, drunken conversation, she painfully recalled her experiences.

You lived in a rural area on the outskirts of the city. From a young age,

you were a talented singer and dancer, intelligent, lively, and beautiful. This caught the attention of the township head, who often helped your family with rural affairs. Later,
with his financial support, you completed your university studies.

Art students are often exceptionally beautiful, both in looks and talent. As you matured, in a drunken encounter
orchestrated by , you lost your virginity—the one you'd cherished for over twenty years. This shattered
the dream of this fair-skinned girl with eyes as pure as a clear spring! Overwhelmed

with grief, you wept bitterly.

Like many girls who have lost their virginity, you thought that since you'd given yourself to him, you had no choice but to stay with him.

This continued until you graduated from university and started working.

However, the two, with a difference of over twenty years, were not very compatible in many ways, and the girl's marriage was
imminent.

Fortunately, the township head's son had just been discharged from the army.

The township head had a sudden inspiration: why not marry his lover to his son? A win-win situation—solving both
his son 's marriage problem and easing his own longing.

Heh heh, the son, a timid and somewhat naive fellow who had served as a soldier in a remote village for several years, was overjoyed to learn that his father had found him a beautiful
college student.

This sudden surge of happiness propelled his father's career .

He was promoted from village head to deputy district head, a rapid rise through the ranks. The whole family moved to the city.

It was this distorted marriage that sowed the seeds of future tragedy in their family life.

Of course, the one who suffered the most psychological pressure and became more twisted was the innocent son.

As he gradually learned the truth, he was devastated; he couldn't understand his father and wife's relationship and their family scandals.
He lost all interest in work, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and eventually turned to drugs to numb himself.

Because his downfall and depravity stemmed from his father and wife, his hatred and
disgust towards them grew daily. He frequently brought disreputable women home, making love in front of his wife, a mutual
torment.

Meanwhile, his wife, gradually becoming aware of her father-in-law's bestiality, also harbored deep resentment.

Thus, her promiscuity outside the marriage became perfectly justified and righteous!

One day, Little Red Riding Hood went on a medical tour to another city.

She came to a nightclub alone.

Two transvestites had arrived from Guangzhou that day, one of whom was Mr. Qiqi, China's number one transvestite.

Tall, sexy, and with a voice that transcended the realms of the living and the dead, he brought the party to a climax!

The former queen of the stage finally had some free time.

She stayed by my side throughout the subsequent striptease, local opera, and magic show.

We drank heartily, chatting closely, and she
thanked me for my long-term support.

As we drank, she became weak and slumped over the table, looking pained.

The party ended,

and I offered to take her home, but she shook her head.

"Going back is pointless! He doesn't care about me; he's keeping a mistress. He only thinks of me when he needs money!"

"Then where should I take you?"

"Anywhere! As long as you don't mind!"

Good heavens, isn't this incest?

"Meilun, I'm your uncle, we can't do this?!"

"Don't play dumb with me. I know what you're thinking just by looking at me. Besides, you
're not exactly close relatives, are you?!"

"Hehe, that's right, that's right!"

"If you're interested, let's leave before I change my mind! Otherwise, once I sober up,
it'll be too late!"

"Hahaha, I give up, let's go!"

After a long taxi ride to the hotel, I helped her, still staggering, into a private room.

She was extremely tired, her weak body lying limply on the bed.

"Help me take off my clothes!"

I carefully removed each piece of clothing.

Her legs were very white and thin. Her pubic bone and pelvis were very prominent.

Delicate black hair, not spreading out, grew on her thin, rounded breasts. Her waist was very slender, and her ribs were faintly visible.

When I took off her bra, padded with thick foam, I realized her nipples were surprisingly small, like those of
a middle school student who hadn't fully developed.

Seeing my hesitation, she blocked my hands, preserving her last bit of privacy.

It was as if she sensed my disappointment and lack of interest. She

immediately told me to undress, urgently urging me to hold her; her cool, thin body seemed
desperately thirsty.

Slowly, I warmed up, and she skillfully and gently stroked my penis. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed,
fantasizing about another, more voluptuous woman.

Gradually, it swelled and swelled.

She stood up, spread her long, thin legs, and
sat down on my hard, erect penis, her elegant, chrysanthemum-like vulva facing it. All the way in. The hard bone made my bladder bones ache.

Another deep thrust, and something hard poked my glutes. "No!" "What's wrong?"
"It hurts!"

Hehe, did she hit my IUD?

"Oh. How about a different position?

" "Ahhh...

legs up to shoulders, thrusting all the way in. Gradually, her climax arrived.

It gripped my penis tightly inside, it was so wonderful. Her whole body felt as if it were one, only that place
could move.

Her vagina became tighter and tighter, a wonderful gate opened!

She thrust, I thrust, more than twenty alternating tremors, we were intertwined, wave after wave...

simultaneously reaching heaven and earth, releasing our essence, collapsing on the bed...

"Uncle, is it okay?"

"Don't call me that, it makes me feel so embarrassed."

"Haha, you're so stubborn, you don't even recognize family, now we're real relatives!"
Hahaha ...

After resting for a while, we did it again.

The two of us cooperated more and more harmoniously and intimately. We reached an unprecedented climax.

Looking at it from different angles, it's like a mountain range, different peaks, near and far, high and low, each with its own unique beauty!

In the midst of our tender moments, I couldn't resist giving my advice: "Hurry up and get breast implants!"

"Hehe, you'll be going to Shanghai soon, and you'll all be captivating!" "Hehe!"

Later, she really did get implants.

Her breasts became firm and high, completely transforming her. She became more sexy and confident, and with her sweet face and
slender, tall figure, she became even more alluring and graceful, and her sex life became even more ethereal…

A year later, her husband was killed in a brawl.

She also ended her decade-long nightmare, found a good partner in another city, and embarked on a dignified
life.

Now we occasionally chat online.

When we come back from the Spring Festival holiday, we eat and drink together.

It's like telling a story, captivating the reader. There aren't any particularly lofty fantasies, just a very good title about the tragic fate of a woman with a hard life, very captivating, but the writing is rather bland. Just some random rambling
, please don't take it too seriously. I'm not saying this, it's just the lingering aftertaste of wandering the pleasure quarters. You shouldn't blame yourself. It's clear the original poster still harbors some resentment, which is why she had her husband die in the end, using remarriage to distance herself from her distant uncle's identity. Will it touch the IUD? I'm a little confused
and somewhat bland about this. The original poster has written many articles; is it based on a novel or a true story? This world is inherently chaotic; original poster, rest assured about your children! The article is a bit too short; adding more content would be better. The third commenter is right; the question marks in the article are very intriguing, but the article itself is somewhat mediocre. A tragic fate, a pitiful woman, but it's written too simply and monotonously.

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