【My Past with My Cousin】(1)

(I) Heartbreak and Drunkenness

My cousin's name is Wu Fei. She is 165cm tall, weighs 52kg, has a 35C bust, fair skin, a beautiful

face, and a stunning figure. In today's terms, she's a goddess. The story begins in early 2003.

My name is Li Qiang. I was 16 years old at the time. Because I was mischievous and didn't like studying, I dropped out of school and idled around at home. I got into

a lot of trouble, so my family arranged for me to go to my cousin's city to learn a trade. I stayed at my aunt's house. My aunt and uncle

were divorced, and my cousin was from a single-parent family.

At that time, my cousin was in her final year of high school and would attend tutoring classes until very late every day. After work, I had nothing to do, so I took on

the task of picking her up from school every night.

My cousin had a boyfriend at the time, but I forgot his name. Every day, he would walk her out of the school gate and to the intersection

about 100 meters away, where I would wait for her.

I remember one day, the boy didn't walk my cousin home. I felt something was off, so I asked her, "Why

didn't he come to see you off?"

My cousin glared at me and said, "Don't mention him to me."

My cousin was very proud in my eyes, and I had always listened to her since I was little, so I didn't ask any more questions and kept my head down as I rode my bike.

After a while, I heard my cousin sobbing softly, so I stopped my bike and asked her, "Did that guy bully you?"

My cousin couldn't hold back anymore and threw herself into my arms, saying, "I'm so good to him, but he's secretly seeing other

girls and playing with my feelings."

I panicked when I heard that and turned around to go back to find him. My

cousin held me tightly and said, "Don't go to him. Don't you think you've caused enough trouble? If you go back in, your

parents will be worried sick."

I said, "That guy is so blind. He doesn't appreciate how good my cousin is to him."

My cousin said, "Don't mention him. I want to drink. Go buy a few bottles of wine and come home to drink with me."

On the way back, my cousin hugged my waist and cried all the way on my back. (This was the first time my cousin had hugged me

like this ; before, she would only put her hands on my waist.)

It was past ten o'clock when we got home. My aunt was already asleep. I sneaked into my cousin's room with some beer. My cousin

was crying and drinking. She wasn't a big drinker, and after a couple of bottles, she started talking about him.

Through our conversation, I learned that my cousin wasn't a virgin anymore; she had lost her virginity to that jerk.

I drank six bottles of beer with her, my head full of anger. My cousin was drunk and threw up, just crying and calling out

that guy's name.

I helped my cousin to bed, cleaned up the bottles and leftover food, and went back to check on her. She had taken off her school uniform and pants, and

was lying on the bed wearing only a white bra and panties, without a blanket.

That was the first time I had ever seen my cousin wearing underwear. I felt the effects of the alcohol hit me instantly. I slowly

walked to my cousin's side and gently patted her arm, but there was no response. I trembled and placed my hand on her breast,

but still no response. I still vividly remember that feeling.

I started kneading my cousin's full breasts through her bra. After a while, just touching them through the bra wasn't enough

. I wanted to unhook her bra, but since she was lying on the bed, the clasp was pressed down under her body, and I couldn't get it off no matter how

hard . I had to push the bra up over her chest.

Finally, I saw her pink nipples and small areolas. I started gently pinching them with my fingers. Slowly

, her nipples hardened, and I put them in my mouth and gently sucked on them, while using one hand to knead her other breast.

After sucking for a few minutes, I started to get my hands on her lower body.

I reached my hand onto my cousin's panties and found they were soaked. I gently dug at them with my fingers, and slowly

, a large area down there became wet. I knelt between her legs and pulled down her panties from the bottom edge, finally

revealing her genitals. Fine pubic hair covered her vulva, and below that, it was smooth, with

only a thin line showing through her fair and pink vulva. It wasn't until years later that I learned that it was called a "mound vulva."

I gently stroked my cousin's thick labia with my fingers. At the time, I didn't know what a clitoris was. Seeing the small bean

wrapped , I gently pressed it, and my cousin twitched. I was so scared that I put my panties back down and lay

motionless between her legs. After about a minute, seeing that she hadn't woken up, I was completely

blinded by lust.

I started to pull down my cousin's panties, slowly, until I finally saw her genitals in their

entirety . It was the most beautiful vulva I had ever seen—perfect pubic hair, perfect labia. My

guilt was completely overwhelmed by lust. I spread her legs wide, staring at her vulva.

One hand parted her thick labia, while the other slowly manipulated her vulva. Her juices had soaked

the sheets. Finally, I slowly inserted my index finger into her vagina.

I moved it in and out, drawing out streams of juices. Looking at her now mangled vagina, a surge of

anger rose in my head. "Someone else's penis has been inside here!" A wave of jealousy washed over me, and

I began to frantically thrust my fingers in and out, then inserted another finger, using two fingers to rapidly thrust in and out

of her vagina.

Just then, my cousin woke up with a start, clamping her legs together and sitting up abruptly! My cousin stared straight at me.

The effects of the alcohol vanished instantly, and my mind cleared. Two of my fingers were still inside her vagina.

"Take them out!"

she said calmly and sternly. I pulled my fingers out, bringing with them a gush of vaginal fluid.

My cousin grabbed the blanket and covered herself.

"Get out!"

she said again, her tone calm and stern. I walked mechanically out of the room.

Back in my room, I looked at my dried fingers, sniffed them, and realized I'd masturbated with them. I'd lost count of

how many times, filled with excitement and regret, forgetting how I spent that night.

The next morning, I ate breakfast with unease and saw my cousin. She didn't say a word, didn't even

look at me. My aunt, thinking my cousin was under a lot of academic pressure, tried to persuade her to relax, but my cousin just nodded and

mumbled "uh-huh."

I spent the morning at work in a daze. In the afternoon, I asked the workshop foreman for leave, saying I wasn't feeling well and

needed to go home. He approved.

I went to my sister's school, to the boy's classroom. They were in class. I called him to the washroom

, grabbed his hair, slammed his head against the wall, and then kneed him twice on the head. He fell to the ground.

On the ground.

That evening, I came to pick up my cousin as usual, but this time I brought an extra chain lock. Sure enough,

four people were waiting for me at the intersection. That guy had brought three accomplices, and they rushed at me as soon as they saw me. I knocked one down with the chain lock, and then

they surrounded me, punching and kicking me. I don't know if it was a brick or something that hit my head,

but I fought them off with my face covered in blood.

My cousin saw me from a distance and ran over quickly, pushing them away like a madwoman. At that moment, I noticed my cousin

's ex-boyfriend. His eyes were purple from the fall that afternoon, and he had a gash on his head. I felt a surge of secret joy:

"At least he's not as badly injured as me."

My cousin understood when she saw him. She accompanied me to the hospital, and after he was bandaged up, she sat on the back of my bike

and hugged me just like that day. She didn't say a word the whole way.

When we got home, she reached my room and whispered in my ear, "Don't do anything stupid again, okay, Qiangzi

?"

Her tone was almost pleading. I was furious: "You're still defending him?"

My cousin said softly, "I thought about it all night. Since he did something like that, he's not worth my

sadness. I only felt it wasn't worth it because you were hurt." I said, "It is. For you, anything is worth it."

My cousin's face flushed. I asked, "So you're not angry with me anymore?"

Her face turned cold, and she turned and went back to her room, leaving me incredibly embarrassed.

Every morning, my aunt would interrogate me, asking how I got hurt and how careless I was. I lied and said

I'd been hit by a ladder in the workshop. My aunt was so worried she almost wouldn't let me go to work. My cousin didn't say a word, just

a slight blush on her face.

From that day on, I still picked my cousin up every night. The difference was, every time she sat in the car

, she would hug me. Until a few days before the college entrance exam…

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