【Relationship】(3)

(III) My Little Aunt

As I grew older, I also started elementary school. A little sister joined our family. I started

first grade when I was seven. At that time, my little aunt was 18 and in high school, which was right in front of our house. She had to pass by our house

to . That Saturday (back then, school was still five and a half days a week, before

the two-day weekend), I was playing in front of my house when I saw my aunt coming home. I immediately ran over and shouted for her,

because my elementary school let out earlier than hers. My aunt held my hand happily. She had always been very kind to me.

We went into our house together, and my dad suggested that she have dinner at our house. She didn't refuse.

(200 words omitted here). After dinner, my aunt said that since Xiaojun and I weren't going to school the next day,

Xiaojun could sleep with me tonight, and she would teach him Tang poems. My parents readily agreed. It was wonderful that they didn't have to take care of him

and that their son could learn Tang poems from his sister! So I went to stay at my grandma's house with my aunt (500 words

omitted ). Back then, my grandma's house was very big. Now I know my grandfather was a wealthy farmer,

one of the richest men in our town. My grandma and grandfather shared a room, my eldest uncle (I don't know why he

didn't ) and my other uncle shared a room, one aunt was married, my youngest aunt had her own room, and

two other rooms were empty. At night, I slept with my aunt. Lying in bed, she taught me

a Tang poem: "From afar, the mountains have color; up close, the water is silent; spring has gone, but the flowers remain; people come, but the birds are not startled." She also taught me

a few English letters: abcd. Later, she played with me, chatting and laughing. My aunt hugged me, and I buried my head

between her two big breasts; they felt so soft and fun. I reached out to grab them. My aunt giggled and didn't object.

I don't know if she felt comfortable or uncomfortable grabbing it, but when she stopped laughing, she touched my penis.

When she touched it, she paused for a moment, and for some reason, I mischievously tried to

touch her genitals. I'd occasionally seen my dad touching my mom's genitals. So I slipped my hand inside.

My aunt didn't stop me. I first touched her pubic hair—not much, but it felt smooth and

nice.

Then I touched down to her cleft. After a few strokes, I realized she'd peed; it was wet. I

pulled my hand out because at that age, I was very afraid of getting dirty, especially poop and pee. My aunt said, "

Why aren't you touching me anymore?" I said, "You peed." She pulled my penis hard and said, "Silly boy , Auntie

didn't pee." I said, "Then why is it wet?" My aunt said she didn't really know either, but it just got wet whenever I touched it

. I wasn't entirely convinced, so I didn't touch it anymore and just played with her breasts. My aunt

was holding my penis in one hand and touching her own vagina with the other, breathing heavily. After a while, I noticed

her legs were stretched out and she wasn't moving. I thought something was wrong, so I called out to her. She

replied everything was fine and I should go to sleep. Nothing more was said, and I slept until dawn. I only remember my aunt telling me not to tell

anyone about what happened today, or she wouldn't love me anymore. This was probably the first time I'd ever seen a woman masturbate!

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