Repaying kindness with one's body [Full text]

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Word Count: 7189 In two months, I will 　be

marrying my boyfriend of two years. We bought a small
three-bedroom , which is currently being renovated. These past few months, my boyfriend and I
have been busy preparing for the wedding.

We've been comparing wedding cakes, banquets, and so on. My heart is filled with joy, but there's also an indescribable
sadness. Behind this apparent happiness, there's a worrying factor: my mother,
Yalan

My father left us when I was eight years old. After that, my mother took care of me and my three-year-old brother,
doing odd jobs to earn money. Our family of three lived a very difficult life.

I remember that my mother had to ask relatives and friends for money to pay for my primary school tuition.
Another time, I got gastroenteritis in the early morning. My stomach was cramping terribly, and I kept vomiting. My cries
kept my mother awake all night taking care of me. I remember that after I recovered, she got a fever and collapsed.

And so, my mother raised my brother and me.

Then one day, a stranger, an uncle named Uncle Zhong, started frequently taking my mother home. From
my childhood , I remember Uncle Zhong being very kind to my mother and me, especially when we first met; he gave
me a very cute doll, which I still have to this day. I even plan to bring it to my husband's family after I get married.

Uncle Zhong—it's said he was also married before, and his daughter is the same age as me, but an
accident took both his wife and daughter. He said he was depressed for a long time until he met my mother
, who treated us like family, and that rekindled his hope for life.

My mother, too, found her work pressure gradually lessened
because who even sponsored my brother and me's tuition. So, I felt that Uncle Zhong was like a father to me,
and my brother and I liked him very much.

That evening, I ate dinner with my mother, younger brother, Uncle Zhong, and me. We chatted happily about my
wedding plans, and I excitedly shared that I had found a cheap and beautiful wedding dress. Holding the catalog, I
told my mother about my joy. My younger brother, a university student, also thoughtfully praised how beautiful his
older sister . Uncle Zhong, however, seemed a little uncomfortable eating; I could tell he was forcing
a smile.

Uncle Zhong is like a father to me, so I playfully teased him, "Uncle,
what's wrong? Don't you think I look good in a wedding dress?" I sat down next to him, took his hand, and
showed him the catalog. "Uncle, help me see which one is prettier."

Uncle Zhong replied, "Hmm, Yunjun looks good in everything, all of them." I noticed his eyes were
reddening. Then, Uncle Zhong sighed and said, "If my daughter were still alive, she'd be married by now."
Hearing this, we all felt a lump in our throats, and we quickly comforted him.

Me: "Uncle Zhong, I am your daughter! For the past few years, I have always regarded you as my biological
father . Don't be sad, I'm still here." Uncle Zhong smiled with genuine satisfaction upon hearing this. He
nodded and then joined us in choosing a wedding dress.

I have little memory of my father since I was little, but from the time I can remember, Uncle Zhong has always
played the role of the male head of our family. My younger brother was quite rebellious in middle school and made many bad friends. Once,
he said that he and a group of friends went out and stole someone's motorcycle, then had an accident. Afraid of being scolded by our mother,
and with the stolen motorcycle owner demanding tens of thousands of dollars in compensation, we never dared to tell our mother. Uncle Zhong noticed that
my brother's expression was strange. After learning the truth, he not only didn't scold him but also paid the compensation for my brother and helped him
resolve the matter.

As for me, he treated me like his own daughter. In middle school, we often had evening classes,
and we always got out quite late. Every time I finished school, Uncle Zhong would be waiting for me at the school gate. For those
years no matter the weather, I always had a safe way home.

Uncle Zhong was also incredibly loving towards my mother. When she met him, she was already 34 or 35 years old,
and she had undergone tubal ligation after giving birth to my brother and me, making it very difficult for her to conceive again. However, Uncle Zhong
never mistreated us because the children weren't his own; on the contrary, he treated us as his own children. This made my mother
feel very indebted to him.

The night after that dinner party, I had just hung up the phone with my boyfriend when my mother knocked on the door and came into my
room .

Me: "Mom, why aren't you asleep so late?"

Mom: "Yunjun, there's something I've been worrying about, and I don't know what to do."

Me: "Tell me about it!"

Mom: "Your Uncle Zhong's kindness to our family... we owe him so much."

Me: "Yes, I know. Uncle Zhong is like my own father."

Mom: "Yes, it's a pity I'm too old to give him any descendants."

Me: "Mom isn't old at all! My brother and I will take good care of you and Uncle Zhong, don't worry."

Mom held my hand, looking quite relieved. She said, "I know you've always been sensible and never
worried , but... but..."

Me: "But what?"

Mom said: "But this time you're getting married, and it really touched on Uncle Zhong's long-standing grief... I
don't know what to do." "What should we do?" I nodded. Mom continued, "Yunjun, you also feel we owe Uncle Zhong a lot,
don't you? What do you think of him?"

I smiled and replied, "Yes, we owe him so much kindness, of course I like him very much."

Mom: "Then, can you do me a favor, help me repay his kindness?"

Me: "Of course! How do you want me to repay your kindness, Mom?"

Next, my mother's reaction caught me off guard. Mom knelt down in front of me. Before I could help
her up, she said something that made my legs go weak and I collapsed into a chair. Mom said, "Yunjun,
can take my place and have a child for Uncle Zhong? I beg you... I beg you..."

That night, I couldn't sleep. I thought about what my mother had said to me, and what Uncle Zhong had done for our family over the years.
Should I agree to be taken care of by my boyfriend? People say you can't be loyal to your parents and be filial to your mother. Should I be loyal to my boyfriend
or filial to my mother?

This is so hard, so hard. I huddled in bed and cried, unable to think of a better solution.
Then I got up to take a shower to calm myself down. Looking at my body in the mirror, I knew this body was given to
me by my mother, and also raised by Uncle Zhong. In the end, I compromised, because without them, I
wouldn't be the person I am today.

The next day, I wrote a short letter to my mother: "Mom, thank you for your hard work these past few years. I can accept your
request , after all, Uncle Zhong has really treated us well. If I can repay his
kindness with my body, then I will accept it. Also, I hope you won't let my younger brother and my fiancé know. I also hope you understand
that my willingness to sleep with Uncle Zhong is based on repaying his kindness. Yunjun doesn't want to ruin your relationship, so if we have
sex in the future, could we please not do it at home, to avoid me remembering this memory when I see these places in the future? If you
agree, I will follow your arrangements.

Daughter—Yunjun."

I thought about it all night and wrote such shameful words. At this point, I had already sold my body, and I
could only obey my mother's arrangements.

56 days until the wedding.

It was a holiday, and my mother told me to wait at a certain motel at 8 pm.

It was a two-story hotel; the upper floor had guest rooms, and the lower floor was a parking garage. I
arrived at the room at 7:50 and waited. Looking at myself in the mirror, I told myself that all of this was to
repay a debt of gratitude . Later, I had to take good care of Uncle Zhong, but I still felt uneasy.
What an awkward occasion this was! I wondered what my mother had said to Uncle Zhong.

Around 8:10, I heard a car downstairs. I knew Uncle Zhong had arrived, and I didn't know
how to greet him.

Not long after, I heard my mother and Uncle Zhong talking on the stairs. My mother said, "Zhong, this is our family's
way of repaying you for all the care you've given us over the years. Yunjun is in her room upstairs. It's three hours for you; she's
all yours. Please enjoy yourself."

Uncle Zhong replied, "Don't joke around, Yalan. How can I face you and your daughter after this?"

My mother said, "Zhong, thank you so much for all these years. You need to have your own children to carry on your family line. I can't help
you with that; I can only rely on my daughter."

Before their conversation had even finished, the door opened. I sat quietly on the floor, watching
my mother and Uncle Zhong

at the door. My mother said, "Yunjun, just do as I told you. I'll wait for you downstairs..." I could see that my mother was
very sad; she truly loved Uncle Zhong.

My mother was waiting downstairs; how could I, as her daughter, do anything out of line? Uncle Zhong seemed
to understand my thoughts. He said, "Yunjun, let's go home! Your mother has told me about repaying the debt of gratitude.
I know it's too much for you. Let's go home!"

I said, "But...but I promised Mom."

Uncle Zhong said, "Forget it. I believe your mother is downstairs. You can't keep doing this, can you?"

I nodded. To be honest, the situation was quite awkward. I didn't even dare to look up at Uncle Zhong.
So , we went downstairs. I saw Mom sitting in the car, her eyes red.

Uncle Zhong and I got into the car. Mom said, "Is it over?"

Uncle Zhong said, "No, I didn't touch Yunjun."

Mom said, "I'm here, so you can't keep doing this?"

Uncle Zhong said, "Let's go home!"

Mom sobbed, "I can go home by myself. Ah Zhong, please give our family a
chance to repay you. Please, once Yunjun gets married, there won't be another chance."

Hearing Mom say this through her tears, I understood. I should help her repay Uncle Zhong. Then, I
got out of the car and said, "Mom, you can go home now. Uncle Zhong, I'll finish."

I went upstairs to the bathroom, turned on the bathwater without a word, and took off my clothes.
About three minutes later, Uncle Zhong came upstairs. When he entered the bathroom, I was completely naked
in front of him.

Uncle Zhong walked in awkwardly, and I asked, "Mom's gone?" He nodded, and I went
to him and began to undress him piece by piece.

I believe many girls may have had the experience of bathing with their fathers since childhood; those are
the joys . My situation was completely different. Uncle Zhong wasn't my father, and he had never bathed with me before.
For both of us, it was the first time we had seen each other naked, and we were about to have sex.

Facing the man who seemed like a father to me, I felt somewhat timid. I didn't dare look at him,
touch him, or approach him as I usually did.

Uncle Zhong said, "Yunjun, if you want to back out, it's not too late. I'll help you
lie to your mother and tell her we did it."

Hearing that Uncle Zhong was still thinking of me at this moment, I had nothing to hesitate about. I walked up to him and knelt
down , grasping his penis with my slender hands. Then I stroked the tip of Uncle Zhong's penis
and slowly pulled back the foreskin until only the purplish-red glans was visible.

Next, I put my mouth to his penis and licked the thin line under Uncle Zhong's urethra with my tongue. My boyfriend
had once said that the thin line was quite sensitive to men, and sure enough, Uncle Zhong's body immediately shuddered, and
he let out an "Oh." Then I wet my palms and placed them on his penis
, stroking it repeatedly until Uncle Zhong's penis was wet and warm.

I saw that Uncle Zhong's penis was so swollen that the veins were bulging, not to mention the swollen glans. Although
he was much older than my fiancé, its hardness was no less than that of a young man.

Then I opened my mouth and took Uncle Zhong's glans into my mouth, gently rubbing his testicles with one hand
and moving his other hand up and down the base of his penis. I gradually leaned forward and slowly swallowed Uncle Zhong's penis into my mouth.
During this process, I kept my eyes closed most of the time. I couldn't imagine that my respected elder was having his penis in my
mouth, experiencing something that only my boyfriend could experience.

Uncle Zhong was probably a little confused and infatuated with me, because unexpectedly, he asked me a question when...
This left me so embarrassed I didn't know how to answer.

Uncle Zhong said, "Yunjun, this feels so good. Do you often give your boyfriend oral sex?"

My face flushed red as I replied, "Occasionally..."

Then, Uncle Zhong pressed my head down and began roughly moving his lower body, his penis
moving back and forth in my mouth. At one point, it went in too deep, the hard, large glans plunging into my throat
, making me want to vomit. Looking uncomfortable, I spat out the penis from my mouth,
saying, "Ah... I'm sorry, Uncle Zhong... this is very uncomfortable..." Uncle Zhong seemed to calm down and
quickly apologized.

After the gagging subsided, I put Uncle Zhong's penis back in my mouth and continued to thrust in and
out. I used all the experience I had gained from giving my boyfriend oral sex to make Uncle Zhong feel good. I kept
teasing his swollen glans with the tip of my tongue, and sometimes I would take turns sucking on his testicles. His already
thick penis became even more swollen under my care, the blue veins bulging, and
even the urethral opening on the glans started to secrete some fluid.

After a while, Uncle Zhong's breathing became heavy and rough, his buttocks muscles tensed up, and he finally couldn't help but
reach out and gently caress my breasts. I straightened up a bit to make it easier for him to play with my breasts, and Uncle Zhong
then boldly grabbed one in each hand and began to rub them excitedly.

Under Uncle Zhong's caresses, I also became more and more excited. My nipples gradually hardened, and my lower body felt itchy and wet,
with an unbearable emptiness. I was losing control, so I pulled out my penis and said to Uncle Zhong, "Uncle,
we should go outside." Although I had oral sex and mutual caressing with my boyfriend, I had always restrained myself and only used my hands or
mouth to help him, so I was still a virgin. I was about to
give my family's benefactor, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Uncle Zhong picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom, laying me flat on the bed. I knew what was about to happen, and my heart
was pounding. Although I wasn't related to Uncle Zhong by blood, I always regarded him as my own father, which
gave me a feeling of incest. This thrill was something I had never experienced before.

I closed my eyes tightly, my face flushed, feeling him caress and kiss my body. His stubble brushed against my
face, and his greedy tongue was swirling in my mouth. I never imagined that Uncle Zhong and I would one day
actually sleep together and have sex.

This man, whom I consider a father, was groping my body. Although I shyly closed my eyes and let him do as he
pleased , I could still feel his burning gaze on my beautiful legs. Uncle Zhong knelt beside them,
his hands stroking them back and forth, feeling their softness and smoothness.

After Uncle Zhong's hands had been stroking back and forth for a while, they began to move upwards. At this moment, I mustered up the courage to open my eyes
and look at him. I found him bending over until his nose was very close to my crotch. His heavy breath sprayed onto my pubic hair
, making my lower body even itchier. It seemed that the fragrant scent emanating from my vulva was intoxicating to him.

Then, Uncle Zhong carefully and gently parted my labia minora. My secreted love juice was stretched into several sticky strands.
It was so embarrassing! I quickly closed my eyes again. Suddenly, something hot and wet entered my
vagina, darting nimbly across the opening and clitoris. Then, it pressed its mouth against my vulva, kissing it.
Its tongue like a small snake, automatically slid between my labia and into my vagina.

Good heavens! Uncle Zhong was actually tasting my vulva! I cried out involuntarily, "Ah... Uncle Zhong...
don't lick there." Uncle Zhong smiled, kissed my vulva again, then sat back, admiring the sight
between my legs. This was the first time he had ever looked at my naked body so closely.

While admiring my genitals, Uncle Zhong stroked his penis. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he
spread my legs wide, knelt between them, and with trembling fingertips quickly ran through my curly
pubic hair , parting my labia. Then, I felt his erect penis directly against my vulva, the large glans
already pressing against the entrance.

Uncle Zhong seemed somewhat uneasy, waiting for me to open my eyes, as if he wanted to witness this historic
moment with me: "Yunjun, thank you, Uncle is going in." Then he shifted my body slightly until his penis,
pressing against my vulva, was at the optimal angle.

A man like my father had decided to accept my virginity. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, and I secretly told
myself: I am doing this to repay a debt of gratitude. The man before me has been kind to my whole family, and I must satisfy him! I
gripped , frowning, waiting for him to take my virginity.

Uncle Zhong kissed my slightly sweaty forehead, then told me not to be nervous, that he would be gentle. He then
held my waist, controlling me, and slowly thrust his hips forward. I nervously pressed my hands against his firm
abdomen, instinctively offering a feeble resistance. He soothed my tense hands, then pushed his hips inward... A
sharp pain shot through me, and I knew that from that moment on, I had become a woman, and Uncle Zhong and I were no longer innocent.

Uncle Zhong thrust back and forth a few times, his penis slowly sliding into my body. Then he stopped,
considerately asking for my opinion. Only after I indicated that I could accept it did he begin to thrust. At first, his movements were particularly
slow and gentle, as if he would break me if he used too much force.

I knew he had succeeded; my hymen had been broken by my beloved Uncle Zhong's penis, and my
vaginal walls had been pushed open by his genitals. The feeling in my heart was like being fucked by my own father. I dared not
open my eyes; I didn't want to see Uncle Zhong's lewd expression. I wanted his image in my heart to remain that of his original kind and gentle self.

Uncle Zhong's thrusts gradually quickened and deepened. Seeing that I was beginning to adapt to his penis, he thrust
his hips forward forcefully, plunging his hard penis completely into my body in one go. "Oh..."
Uncle Zhong and I groaned simultaneously. Uncle Zhong was saying that intercourse with me was much more wonderful than he had imagined, while I was saying that being
fully penetrated by a man's penis was so intoxicating.

My warm, moist vulva tightly gripped Uncle Zhong's penis. He moved his hips irregularly, thrusting his thick, long
penis in and out of my newly opened vagina, then suddenly plunging it all the way in, before
slowly withdrawing it until only the glans remained, and then forcefully pushing it back in. An unprecedented pleasure slowly spread from my
lower body I instinctively suppressed my moans; after all, we were family, and I didn't want my lewd cries to remain in
Uncle Zhong's mind.

I felt his glans scraping against my vagina, the stimulation was intense, but I
kept my eyes tightly shut, suppressing my cries, hoping it would all end quickly. This was, after all, my
first time having sex naked with a man, and I was terrified I would lose control and reveal my wanton side, ruining the pure image
Uncle me. I clung to him tightly, the soft mattress beneath me and his hard body on top of me,
the girlish reserve and the pleasure of sex, morality and guilt enveloping me—it felt like hell
.

As Uncle Zhong's thrusts quickened, my hair became disheveled, sweat splattered, my dark pubic hair intertwined with
his, glued together by my own secretions. He pulled out heavily, bringing with him a stream of pale red,
blood-tinged fluid. My vagina felt numb from the scraping, then he thrust in again, his glans piercing
my sensitive clitoris.

The bed initially rocked back and forth in rhythm with his storm-like thrusts, but as I began to
sway my round buttocks in response to his intense pleasure, the bed started rocking from side to side. A short while later, he roared and
began thrusting rapidly. I understood the signal; Uncle Zhong's penis began to swell and harden inside me…
Finally, it was about to erupt.

Wave after wave of impact tossed me from the crest of a wave, plunging me into an incomparably deep ocean of satisfaction. My mind
went blank, my entire body focused solely on the sensation of sex. I tightly gripped his strong waist, and with countless thrusts of his hard glans against my cervix, my
entire genitals began to convulse… So good, so comfortable, I knew I had been brought to orgasm by Uncle Zhong.

I was still enjoying the afterglow of my climax when suddenly, Uncle Zhong pulled his penis out, and a stream of semen shot
onto my chest and abdomen. Gasping for breath, I asked him with a hint of confusion, "Uncle Zhong...why
didn't you ejaculate inside?"

Uncle Zhong turned his head away from me and said, "Yunjun, I'm sorry, I couldn't be so selfish.
Just now moment I was about to ejaculate, my reason told me I couldn't hurt you."

Hearing this, I was deeply moved. Uncle Zhong was indeed the man I respected most. I never expected that
he could still think of me even while doing this. How many men become heartless in bed? I never imagined he...
I never imagined he could protect me at the last moment.

I said, "Uncle, thank you!" Then, I kissed him deeply, a kiss of
love Thank you, Uncle Zhong! This smile was the only smile I had tonight.

Uncle Zhong asked, "Yunjun, did I hurt you? Thank you!" I was so glad it was finally over. My beloved
Uncle Zhong still cared about me.

Afterwards, Uncle Zhong went downstairs to his car, while I went into the bathroom to wash myself. A short while later, a
familiar voice called out to me with concern. It turned out Mom hadn't left; she had been waiting for us downstairs.

Mom asked me from outside the bathroom door, "Is he finished?"

I replied, "Yes..."

Mom asked, "Did he put it inside you?"

I said, "No, he pulled it out."

Mom said, "I'll leave the house to you for the next few days. I'm going out with friends for a few days. Let him into your room."

I was conflicted, but to repay my mother's kindness, I agreed to her request.

The next day, I went into Uncle Zhong's room and told him what my mother had asked me to do.

That night, we weren't as awkward as the first time. I knew how to cooperate with him. When Uncle Zhong was having sex with me,
I moaned wantonly; when I reached orgasm, I cried out in pleasure, and Uncle Zhong unceremoniously ejaculated a large amount of
semen inside me.

For the next two months, until my marriage, Uncle Zhong slept with me almost every night. From initial
shyness and timidity, we've come to see him as my lover, satisfying his needs with my body and
recklessly letting him conceive inside me.

This relationship didn't end after I got married. I often visited my parents' home, taking advantage of
the situation to be intimate with Uncle Zhong when no one was looking. As the saying goes, if you walk too many dark roads, you'll eventually encounter a ghost, and that ghost was my younger brother.
Later, I gave birth to three children: one was Uncle Zhong's, one was my husband's, and the other
was XX's.

The ending was unexpected; it seems like it could continue. It must be very exciting. The second floor comment says it's good, but it's not finished yet. The ending is rushed; it could be more detailed. This is a bit far-fetched, but incest is illogical, and the sex descriptions are still appealing. This is too unrealistic. Such a scenario shouldn't happen in reality, right? Are you writing a sequel? You've left some foreshadowing! When did XX get pregnant with that child? The writing is so-so; did you write it yourself? Keep up the good work! Read more of the masterpieces by senior authors! The plot is a bit far-fetched, but the descriptions are still very detailed. The story could be more coherent. A good book, I'll give it a try.
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The beginning of the article is not bad, but the structure is rather forced, and the ending is rushed. I suggest the author strengthen the organization; more writing will naturally produce excellent works.

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