【The Fall of Zhang Xiaoming】(1)

One of the stories involves an older sister and a stepmother.
Lishan City is a small city in southern China, barely a dot on the map.
Zhang Xiaoming attends a third-rate middle school in this city. This school has a nickname: "Garbage Dump," because
its student body consists mostly of students who are considered mediocre or rejected by better schools.
Zhang Xiaoming is sixteen, a sophomore in high school. He knows his future is bleak, so he doesn't take school or
studying seriously. His family's special circumstances further contribute to his unruly personality.
Every day when he returns home, Zhang Xiaoming faces his father's tired face. His father has been divorced for three years.
The reason for the divorce is simple: his mother had an affair. In Zhang Xiaoming's words, that man
is the trash of men. He doesn't know how he managed to get his mother into bed with him.
Once, he vaguely heard his mother scolding his father, "You useless thing, you have no money, and you're no
good in bed." He seemed to understand something. Fortunately, he didn't inherit the negative traits from his father. On the contrary,
he'd been growing rapidly lately, reaching 1.76 meters tall, and becoming quite handsome,
even sporting a sparse beard. When he saw beautiful women, Zhang Xiaoming began to harbor some vague hopes
.
One day, his father called him for a walk, which surprised Xiaoming; this wasn't his father's usual practice. His father hesitated before
saying he wanted to find a stepmother. Xiaoming was immediately angered, and the two argued. Finally, his father coldly
said, "I'm only discussing this with you to save face. Do you really think you have to make the decision?" These words made Xiaoming
grit his teeth in anger, and he stormed off.
A few days later, his new stepmother arrived. To be fair, this woman was quite attractive, with fair skin and long, slender legs
, though her looks were average. It was clear she wasn't quite used to her new life, and she spoke to Xiaoming with
a nervous air. Xiao Ming was too lazy to argue with him, and they each went about their own business. Things remained peaceful.
July arrived, and it was hotter than usual, supposedly due to the excessive resource consumption by major powers like the United States
. Of course, this had nothing to do with Xiao Ming.
It was a Saturday, and Xiao Ming was watching TV at home. Recently, local channel 2 was airing "Naruto," which he had been following
closely. His stepmother told him, "Xiao Ming, when your father calls you, help him carry the gas cylinder
." He mumbled an agreement.
Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, Xiao Ming felt inexplicably restless. His feet unconsciously
moved towards that spot; he had known for a while that there was a crack in the wooden door. His eyes finally pressed against the door.
The scene inside was unforgettable. His stepmother's snow-white body glowed in the hazy mist. He
thought her breasts weren't large, but they weren't small either. Although not perfectly hemispherical, they were very
soft, and her nipples were black, no longer the rosy red of a virgin's.
He watched, and his penis became erect, throbbing painfully against his underwear. Just then, the phone rang; his father
was calling him down to fetch the gas.
At dinner, his stepmother warmly served him food, and he smiled at her. His stepmother was also happy and
smiled back at his father.
Two weeks later, summer vacation began. Xiaoming was pondering how to spend his long break. During dinner
, his stepmother told his father that Xiaoya would be returning soon, and they didn't have enough room. His father grunted and said, "Let
Xiaoming sleep on the sofa."
Xiaoya was his stepmother's daughter, a first-year university student. Xiaoming had known about this before, but hadn't paid much
attention. Now, however, it directly affected him. He slammed his bowl down on the table and refused to eat, even though there was still
food left. His stepmother glanced at him, then at his father, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.
That evening, his father went to work the night shift, and Xiaoming was reading a novel in his bedroom when his stepmother came in, carrying a cup of milk coffee.
"Xiaoming, I made you some coffee." Xiaoming snorted and ignored her.
His stepmother put down the coffee, sat on the edge of the bed, and murmured, "Xiaoming, I know you've been wronged, I'm so sorry.
How about I buy you some clothes?" Xiaoming thought, "You're trying to bribe me? I won't accept that." He was about to refuse when
he smelled a fragrance—not a fragrance, but an indescribable, pleasant scent. He realized it was his stepmother's
body odor. He blushed involuntarily.
He turned to his stepmother and said, "Mom, I know you're good to me, it's okay."
A blush rose on his stepmother's face. Today was the first time Xiaoming had called her "Mom," and she felt both surprised and happy.
Looking at his stepmother's uneasy expression and her small, white hands, Xiaoming suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "
Mom, you're the best." His stepmother blushed even more, and Xiaoming felt a surge of pride. He knew he wasn't being sincere,
but that didn't matter; he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
A wave of confusion washed over her, and looking at this tall, handsome "son," a vague unease rose within her.
She pulled her hand away, saying hastily, "You should get some rest." She closed the door, feeling a wave of dizziness. In truth, she knew best
that her current husband was all show and no substance; she regretted not having a trial marriage before getting married.
Xiao Ming brought his hand to his nose and smelled it; the scent seemed to linger. He felt his stepmother's hand was
smooth, and thinking of her breasts, he felt a surge of excitement. His penis became erect again, and he masturbated, his inner
turmoil rising in waves until he finally ejaculated!
Seeing the improved relationship between Xiao Ming and his stepmother, his father, unaware of the situation, smiled happily. That afternoon,
his stepmother said to Xiao Ming, "Is there anything you need? Why don't you come with me to pick up Xiao Ya?" Xiao Ming agreed and went to the station.
He made a sign and held it high. They quickly met her, and as his stepmother introduced him, Xiao Ming
carefully examined his "sister."
Xiaoya was a refined and pretty girl, but her breasts weren't large, which disappointed Xiaoming a little. However, she was
as fair-skinned as her mother, with very delicate, youthful skin. He casually touched his "sister's"
hand while carrying her luggage. "So soft," Xiaoming thought to himself.
After returning, his "sister" went to take a shower. Pretending to watch his stepmother cook, he
quickly bent down and glanced at the bathroom. What caught his eye was a black patch—his sister's breasts. He immediately felt a
tightness in his chest, swallowed hard, and struggled to stand up.
He deliberately chatted with his sister, making her giggle non-stop. His sister also developed
a liking for her younger brother, thinking Xiaoming was nice and handsome. She mentally compared him to her other suitors, and none
of them could compare to him, leaving her feeling somewhat dejected.
That day, the air was stifling, like a lid had been placed over it. Xiaoming had originally planned to go out to play, but after looking at the sky, he changed his mind.
His sister's door was closed; she must be sleeping. Xiaoming slowly crept to the door and gently pushed it open. His sister was wearing
a short skirt, her snow-white thighs radiating an alluring glow. Xiaoming reached the bedside and saw his sister's
bra peeking out—pink, her small breasts hidden within.
He boldly touched her leg; it was indeed very smooth. He sighed and didn't dare to back out further.
Another afternoon, his sister was napping again. He pushed open the door and found her wearing only a small pair of panties
and a bra, most of her body exposed outside a thin blanket. He touched his sister's thigh, boldly pulling down her
bra. The rosy nipples brought a blush to Xiaoming's face. At that moment, his sister turned her head, slowly
opening her eyes, and said, "Xiaoming, what are you doing?" Her beautiful eyes were filled with intense desire.
Xiaoming, losing his usual nimbleness, stammered, "Sister, I like you." Without further ado, he impulsively
pressed his lips to hers. The world seemed to stop; Xiaoming felt a soft warmth, and he clumsily nibbled at it.
His hands, however, weren't idle, slipping inside her bra and pressing against Xiaoya's delicate, soft breasts, roughly
kneading them. His sister frowned, humming something unintelligible. Xiaoming's other hand touched her
private parts. At this moment, his sister twisted her body, saying, "No, no," while trying to stop Xiaoming's hand.
Just then, a crisp slamming of the door was like a bucket of cold water, startling Xiaoming so much that he immediately jumped off Xiaoya.
He knew his stepmother or father had returned. He whispered in his sister's ear, "Xiaoya, you're so beautiful, I like
you."
His stepmother looked at him strangely. Xiaoming looked down and saw that his little brother was still erect.
He discreetly shook the magazine in his hand—a family magazine with actress Wang Jing on the cover. He suddenly realized that Wang Jing
actually resembled his stepmother somewhat.
His stepmother seemed to notice too, and a blush rose to her face. She quickly went into the kitchen.
Xiaoya didn't come out until dinner time. She looked at Xiaoming with a strange expression, but didn't show anything else. Xiaoming
knew that what he had worried about hadn't happened.
His stepmother was home in the morning. Seeing no opportunity, Xiaoming said to Xiaoya, "Sister, I want to buy a shirt
. Do you have time to go with me?" Xiaoya looked at her stepmother, who smiled and said, "If he wants you to go, then go." For some
reason, Xiaoming felt that his stepmother seemed reluctant for him and his sister to be together. This thought quickly dissipated.
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You two are such a perfect match!" Xiaoya blushed instantly, but didn't offer much explanation
. After buying clothes, Xiaoming said, "Sister, let me take you to the park. You've probably never been before.
" Along the shady path, the faint scent of plants, the intermittent chirping of birds—they remained silent, sharing a tacit
understanding .
Seeing no one around, Xiaoming boldly took Xiaoya's hand. She struggled briefly but then obediently placed her hand
in his. Xiaoming saw a small pavilion halfway up the hill and led her up. "Aiwan Pavilion,"
she said, "quite an elegant name." Xiaoming said, "How can it be more elegant than my Xiaoya's?" Xiaoya spat at him, saying, "You're just being cheeky."
He embraced Xiaoya, who sighed softly, "What should we do? I'm your sister now, you
know." He placed his hand on her chest, gently circling it, occasionally squeezing it, saying, "We're only
sisters in name, it's okay." He kissed her fragrant lips, caressed her small breasts, and his lust was gradually
replaced by a feeling—he knew it was love.
That night, Xiaoming was watching TV alone in the living room. His stepmother and father were asleep. He checked the time;
it was past midnight. He listened intently and silently pushed open his sister's door. The dim
light from the bedside lamp illuminated Xiaoya's face, adding a touch of mysterious beauty.
He touched Xiaoya's face. Xiaoya opened her eyes, saw it was him, and whispered, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He grinned mischievously
and said, "Xiaoya, I want to sleep with you." Xiaoya twisted his body and said, "You bad boy." He quickly pulled down his pants and
crawled under the covers. She kicked him but couldn't move. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Xiaoya, I want you."
He moved downwards, and this time Xiaoya didn't move, letting him do as he pleased. He vaguely thought he heard Xiaoya let out a
sigh. He didn't think too much about it, slowly pulling off her panty. Her pubic hair was very delicate. He touched
her vulva, something he'd learned from porn. He felt his touch becoming slippery. She whispered,
"Xiaoming, turn off the light."
In the darkness, he groped to spread her legs. His penis felt enveloped by a soft, warm ring.
He pushed, feeling a slight tightness and a slight pain. He erupted in passion, thrusting forcefully inside. Xiaoya
covered her mouth, her whole body tense. She didn't feel much pleasure, just that if he wanted it,
she'd give it to him.
Xiaoming's penis thrust forcefully, a wave of pleasure spreading from his glans like a lit detonator, unstoppable
. He suddenly remembered the roller coaster he'd ridden in Beijing last year, that feeling of his brain being filled with blood. He finally
ejaculated. Xiaoya felt a surge of heat immediately fill her vagina. Her thoughts froze. She
thought frantically, "I've become a woman."
Xiao Ming hugged Xiao Ya, and they remained on the bed. After a long while, he pulled out his penis, which was already soft. Xiao Ya
reached for the light, took out some toilet paper, and wiped the semen off her vulva. Her face flushed, she tossed a piece of paper to Xiao Ming.
After cleaning himself up, Xiao Ming didn't dare say anything, kissed her, and quietly went to sleep.
Whether it was a hallucination or not, Xiao Ming always felt that when he came out of Xiao Ya's room, his father's bedroom door
made a slight sound.
Coincidentally, after his father and stepmother left, Xiao Ming and Xiao Ya began vying for the bathroom. Xiao Ya was taking a shower.
Xiao Ming pushed open the door, and seeing Xiao Ming's passionate eyes, Xiao Ya shyly covered her lower body. Xiao Ming quickly stripped naked
, went in, and hugged Xiao Ya. "Finally, I can look at your body properly. So beautiful," Xiao Ming said.
He stroked Xiaoya's body. His penis was hard. "Sister, touch it for me," he demanded. Xiaoya
refused. Xiaoming lifted one of her legs and placed it on the washbasin. Xiaoya said, "What are you doing? What do I want to do?
I want to fuck you." Xiaoming said rudely. Before Xiaoya could speak, Xiaoming's penis was already inside her
. He thought, "Luckily I'm tall enough, hehe." Convenient. He kissed her lips, his tongue probing inside.
She moaned, wiggling her hips. It seems everything needs to be explored.
He whispered in her ear, "Sister, is my penis big?" Saying this gave him an indescribable
sense of pleasure. "Sister, do you feel good when I fuck you?" he said with a wicked smile.
After the passion subsided, Xiaoya helped him dry off. She said with some worry, "We can't go on like this
. Something will happen someday." Xiaoming said casually, "So what? We can just move out and be free
."
The two sisters were watching TV on the sofa. Xiaoming tried to touch Xiaoya several times, but she slapped his hand away each time. He realized it wasn't
interesting and gave up.
When their stepmother came home and saw them both silent and sullen, she jokingly asked, "Xiaoya, are you bullying
Xiaoming?" Xiaoya's eyes reddened, but she replied, "Hmph, how could I? He's the one bullying me!"
Xiaoming forced a smile and said, "Mom, don't listen to her, nothing like that happened."
The stepmother frowned, her face darkening, and went to the kitchen.
In the following nights, Xiaoming couldn't resist his desires and went to Xiaoya's room several more times, and Xiaoya
never refused him. His skills in sexual intercourse became increasingly proficient, and he realized that what he saw in porn wasn't so easy
to imitate.
Xiaoya went out with her classmates, saying she'd be gone for a few days. Xiaoming half-jokingly, half-seriously said, "Sister,
what will I do when you go?" In front of her classmates, Xiaoya pretended not to hear him.
Without her, Xiaoming felt very lonely. Besides secretly watching his stepmother's body, he had no other entertainment.
That day, his stepmother came out of the kitchen, shaking her arm and saying, "Xiaoming, your father isn't coming home today. A friend invited him to dinner
, so it was just the two of us." Xiaoming looked at her and asked, "Mom, what happened to your arm?" His stepmother replied, "I twisted it while moving things today
." (I forgot to mention, his stepmother works as a warehouse manager at a supermarket. Although she doesn't do heavy lifting, she sometimes
has to do some things herself.
) "Mom, let me massage it for you." Before she could answer, Xiaoming leaned in and started massaging
. "Mom, sit up straight," Xiaoming said. He gently massaged her, but his stepmother remained seated, her expression hesitant. He gently massaged her fragrant shoulders; her
scent was distinctly different from Xiaoya's. It had a mesmerizing effect on Xiaoming. His stepmother was wearing a thin
sweater. He slowly pulled it open a little, revealing the bra straps—the purple straps were undeniably
sexy, Xiaoming wondered to himself. Sensing Xiaoming's advances, his stepmother struggled to sit up, saying, "Stop massaging."
Xiao Ming pressed down on her shoulders and softly said, "Mom, I like you." He deliberately emphasized the word "like
." Hearing Xiao Ming say this, his stepmother trembled and said, "Are you crazy?"
Xiao Ming didn't say much, and went straight to the point, his hand sliding down from above and slipping under her bra, grabbing his stepmother's
breasts. His stepmother's breasts felt softer than Xiao Ya's, and not as perky. His stepmother struggled, but Xiao Ming wouldn't let
go. His stepmother said, "I'm going to call for help." Xiao Ming said shamelessly, "Go ahead and call. If you do, everyone will lose face."
His stepmother finally stopped moving, letting him squeeze her breasts. Xiao Ming unhooked her bra with one hand, and the two small breasts
felt so good in his hands. His hand groped downwards, and his stepmother suddenly exploded, saying, "That's too much!" She
struggled violently, shook off Xiao Ming's hand, and went into the bedroom.
Xiao Ming was a little surprised; the cooked duck had flown away, which made him very angry.
His father didn't come home from his night shift that night, leaving only his stepmother and him at home. Clearly, his stepmother was already wary of him,
and had already hidden in the bedroom.
After much deliberation, Xiaoming finally came up with a plan to lure his stepmother into his trap.
To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.
(To be continued
)

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