[Some things about our family (niece, sister, and daughter)]

Some family matters
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I've only been working for a little over a year when a tragic accident struck my family. My sister, eight years my senior, and her husband
were killed in a car accident during a road trip. Our niece, Liu Jing'er, who just turned nine, is left behind.
Since my brother-in-law's family has few relatives left, and my parents are elderly and frail, unable to care for a child
, they decided to entrust Jing'er to my care. Today, after work, I picked Jing'er up from my parents' place and brought
her home. It was already past 9 pm when I got home. I tidied Jing'er's room, which
was quite strenuous for a boy like me. After finally finishing, I was exhausted. That's when I noticed Jing'er was unusually quiet today.
Jing'er is usually very lively and especially close to me; she always clings to me whenever she sees me, which
is one of the reasons my parents decided to entrust her to me. I looked Jing'er over: she had inherited her sister's beauty,
with long, black hair pulled back into a ponytail (a simple and neat hairstyle that suited Jing'er well; you know,
I'll be doing her hair from now on), bangs framing her face, and a pretty face. Her white princess dress made her
look even more delicate and beautiful, and with her snow-white skin, she looked like a lovely little white flower in spring!
Unfortunately, her expression was somber, and her eyes were brimming with tears. Just looking at her made my heart ache; it
was such a pitiful child. I said, "Jing'er, what's wrong? Your uncle cleaned your room and neglected you. Are
you angry with your uncle? Don't cry, or you won't be pretty."
Before I could finish speaking, tears welled up in Jing'er's eyes: "Mommy and Daddy went..."
Sigh! I thought to myself: no wonder they say girls mature earlier than boys. Her parents have told her countless lies,
saying they went on a trip abroad. It seems she understands everything! My mind was in turmoil. I'd dated a girlfriend in school
and had comforted girls before, but I'd never comforted a girl this young. Jing'er always
smiled at me; she never needed any coaxing. What to do? Perhaps I should tell the truth to this sensible child! I pulled
her into my arms and said, "Jing'er, your parents are gone, but you still have your uncle, grandpa, and grandma. We love you just the same.
From now on, you'll live with your uncle, and he'll treat you very well. Don't cry!"
She buried her head in my chest, not saying a word, her tender shoulders trembling. It seemed my attempt to comfort her had failed
, but the fact that she willingly leaned her head against me showed she still trusted me. After all, I
studied medicine, and while I'm not an expert in psychology, I have some knowledge of it. I tried everything, but I couldn't make her laugh
. At least she stopped crying. After all, the grief of losing both parents can't be soothed by a few words.
Time will have to heal all wounds.
After washing and grooming Jing'er, I carried her to her room, placed her teddy bear in her arms, and carefully
covered her with a blanket. Then came the challenging task—telling her stories. This was incredibly
difficult for someone as inarticulate as me. I managed to tell her two stories, albeit haltingly. Jing'er's dark eyes were still open, while I myself was almost asleep
. (It seems this method of self-hypnosis works quite well.) I checked my phone; it was almost midnight. I
had a lot of work to do tomorrow! So I said to her, "Jing'er, close your eyes and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."
Jing'er obediently closed her eyes, tightening her grip on her teddy bear, which finally relieved me.
I turned off the light and returned to my own room. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I thought about Jing'er
and also missed my older sister: she was eight years older than me, and when I was little, her tall, voluptuous, and stunningly beautiful
figure was my object of sexual fantasy.
As a child, I often secretly watched my older sister bathe and change clothes, searching for her discarded underwear and sanitary napkins in the bathroom.
I would also take advantage of her by groping her body while flirting with her. I remember most vividly
when I was 12 years old, my aunt's family came to visit. Since we didn't have enough rooms, my parents arranged for my sister to
sleep in my room with me. In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to pee, and my penis was painfully erect.
After going to the toilet, I couldn't fall back asleep. Gazing at my sister's beautiful face, I couldn't help but kiss her
. When I pulled away, I noticed she didn't react; she seemed to be fast asleep. Looking at her face to face, I saw that because it was hot,
only her lower body was covered by a blanket. Looking at her voluptuous body, my heart pounded
faster and faster. I reached out and gently pressed her breasts; they were full, soft, and incredibly elastic.
I glanced cautiously at my sister; she was still fast asleep. The sweet fragrance of orchids wafted onto my face, and my heart raced. My hands
slowly slipped inside her nightgown, gently kneading her breasts through her bra, observing her as I
did so. She remained motionless.
I grew bolder, pushing up her bra, revealing a pair of snow-white, delicate breasts.
Her breasts were bell-shaped, thicker at the base than at the base, yet still firm and upright, without
sagging. Two bright red nipples, slightly larger than soybeans, appeared before me, their areolas small and tightly pressed against the nipples
. My hands kneaded her breasts with increasing force, and my penis grew increasingly engorged. Then, with trembling hands, I gently twisted
the two nipples, which hardened from soft to firm. My body grew increasingly hot, my breath heavier,
and I couldn't help but open my mouth and suck on one of her nipples, circling it with my tongue as I did so. My other hand slowly
slipped under my sister's blanket, gently kneading her full buttocks. As my penis grew increasingly uncomfortable, I used
more and more force, alternating between sucking on her nipples and occasionally biting them lightly with my teeth.
I couldn't bear it any longer! I pulled down my sister's panties with my left hand and slipped my right hand inside, my mouth still busy
. What I touched was soft, plump skin. Unsatisfied, I moved down to a patch of
pubic hair, groping around for a while before entering between my sister's legs. I felt a slippery, wet crevice. I
slid my index finger up and down along the crevice, finding it increasingly wet. Curious, I pulled my hand out; my fingers were covered in fluid. I rubbed them
together; there was no friction between my fingers. I thought I had found my sister's vagina. Excitedly, I reached
in again, pressing harder as I explored along the fleshy groove. Finally, I found a hollow; my finger could easily sink in with a gentle press.
This must be my sister's vagina! I pressed down hard with my middle finger, and after about one knuckle in, my finger touched...
A thin membrane... I was about to force my way through it when my sister gently pulled her legs inward.
My fingers froze, afraid to move, carefully watching my sister. She wasn't awake yet, but her face was flushed,
and her breathing was much faster. I withdrew my fingers, afraid to move again. After a while, my sister's breathing calmed down. I dared not
touch my sister's vagina again; it seemed very sensitive, and touching it again would wake her. But my penis was painfully throbbing.
I thought for a moment, then slowly pushed my sister flat on her back. Looking at her still proudly erect breasts,
I took off my underwear, knelt beside her waist, and raised my buttocks so as not to press down on her. I placed my hands on her
breasts, kneading them while licking her nipples with my tongue. The more my penis swelled, the hotter my brain became. I
vigorously kneaded them, changing their shapes, the movements becoming faster and faster. Suddenly, my lower body spasmed, and a gush of white
semen gushed out, spraying onto my sister's chest, with a few drops landing on her face. Only then did I realize that my sister
's breathing was even faster than when I was touching her vagina. I quickly got out of bed and carefully wiped my sister clean with tissues,
looking at my accomplishment as I did so.
My sister's full breasts were bruised and purple from my kneading, and a sense of accomplishment rose in my heart:
I had thoroughly played with my sister's breasts! At the same time, I was anxious and afraid, afraid that my sister would wake up. Even after I had finished everything
, my sister hadn't woken up. I felt both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that my sister didn't know I had played with her, disappointed
that if my sister woke up and saw me ejaculating on her breasts, how exciting that would be! But I was even more afraid that she would wake up and
scold me.
After a while of random thoughts, I kissed my sister's forehead and slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again,
my penis was so swollen! I felt a hand squeezing my penis inside my underwear, and two soft mounds
pressing against my back. I had played with them not long ago, so I knew what they were. My sister slid her hand up and down on my penis
, occasionally bending it slightly. I felt a surge of pleasure: my sister squeezing my penis...
it felt so good...so stimulating...but for some reason, I didn't dare move, pretending to still be asleep.
Finally, I ejaculated in my sister's hand, my semen covering her hand. She withdrew her hand, sighed, got up, and
washed herself. She came back and held me in her arms as we slept. I ejaculated twice more and soon fell asleep too.
When the alarm clock woke me up, I was still in my sister's arms, one of her nipples in my mouth, the other hand tightly gripping her
breast. I released her mouth and looked up to see my sister staring at me, her face flushed. I mumbled a
"Good morning" and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. I had a vague feeling that she hadn't been
asleep when I was playing with her, but I didn't dare ask her. After that, my sister and I avoided each other. Two years later, my sister met her husband
and married him.
It wasn't until I went to university and had a relationship with my girlfriend that I realized: I had been so intensely playing with my sister's breasts
, almost breaking her hymen—these are very sensitive areas for women—it was impossible for her to be asleep. Furthermore,
her vagina must have been very wet from my ministrations.
She was just pretending to be asleep. Especially later, when she masturbated me, and I ejaculated, she let out a sigh. She
was clearly aroused and willing to give herself to me. If I had been more sensible then, my sister's virginity
would have been mine.
Every time I think back on it, I feel utterly ashamed and want to slap myself:
how could I have let such a stunningly beautiful woman like my sister slip through my fingers? At that time, my sister already had five-year-old Jing'er,
so I dared not even try to seduce her. Her unwavering care for me only made me feel more ashamed! Remembering how good my sister was to me, and now that she's gone
forever, I'm overwhelmed with grief, and tears stream down my face.
Just then, my door opened, and a small figure slowly approached, pulled back the covers, and crawled inside. It was
Jing'er. Pretending to have just woken up and rubbed my eyes, I wiped away my tears and asked, "Jing'er, why aren't you sleeping alone?"
She looked at me, lowered her head, and said, "I'm scared to sleep alone!"
My heart ached. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, saying, "Uncle will hold you while you sleep, don't be afraid!" She didn't say
anything, but turned her body, pressing her back tightly against my chest. I gently stroked her head, and after a while, I heard her
even breathing. I listened quietly and slowly drifted off to sleep.
I was woken by the alarm clock in the morning and found my hard penis between Jing'er's legs. Although I knew
this was a male's nighttime erection, and not that I was sexually aroused by Jing'er's still-developing body,
my face still flushed, and I backed away slightly. I gently patted Jing'er, woke her up, dressed her,
washed her face, and then tied her hair back into the same ponytail as yesterday. I took her to school first, then went back to the hospital for work. Thinking
back to my clumsy attempt at tying Jing'er's hair into a ponytail, I humbly asked the nurses for tips on how to do it
. Although I inevitably got teased by a few of the more outgoing nurses, I was still happy to have learned a few techniques.
That evening, after tutoring Jing'er, I called her to bed. Jing'er said, "Uncle, I want to take a bath."
I asked her, "Can you bathe yourself?"
She shook her head and said, "My mom always bathes me at home." Her eyes started to redden.
My heart ached, and I quickly said, "Uncle will bathe you like your mom does. Don't cry, Jing'er." We went into the bathroom
, turned on the heater, and I undressed both of us. I washed her hair first.
When I washed her chest, I noticed hard lumps under both of her small nipples. Of course, this wasn't a tumor;
it's common for girls when their breasts first start developing. I smiled slightly, surprised that my Jing'er was starting to develop.
She's already a beauty in the making; in a few years, she'll definitely grow into a stunning beauty comparable to her older sister, and I, her
uncle, will be very proud of her. While washing downwards, I avoided her genital area. After washing her thighs, Jing'er pointed to
her pubic area and said, "Uncle, this area hasn't been washed yet."
I said, "Jing'er, can you wash that area yourself?" Jing'er shook her head. Sigh! Men all have dark thoughts.
I didn't want to wash her because I was afraid of touching her there and becoming a child molester. But now I couldn't avoid washing her
. I lifted Jing'er onto my lap, spread her legs, and felt her skin rubbing against my thighs
. I didn't know if all little girls have such good skin, or if Jing'er's skin was unique.
In my memory, when I slept with my college girlfriend, her skin wasn't this smooth!
Looking at Jing'er's genitals, although she was still young and her genitals hadn't started developing yet, unlike her older sister's, they weren't as full
, but the little girl had no hair at all, giving a very clean impression. I had already spread
her legs wide apart. Her labia majora were tightly closed, wrapping her labia minora and vulva tightly inside.
Where the two labia majora met at the base of her thighs, there was a tiny, almost negligible protrusion—that was the clitoris
, the most sensitive part of the female genitalia to sexual desire, and medically speaking, the area with the densest network of nerves in the pudendal region.
I spread her labia majora with two fingers, revealing a pink area with a small opening on the central protrusion—that
was the urethra. Further back was a layered fleshy hollow; I knew that was her vulva. If I
parted the fleshy walls with my fingers, I could see Jing'er's hymen. My heart started racing; I thought my dark thoughts
were starting to stir. I had to stop them! I released my grip on her labia majora, and they immediately closed tightly.
I began to carefully wash Jing'er's genitals. As my fingers repeatedly rubbed against her through the towel, Jing'er's
face began to turn red. She said, "Uncle, you wash me so well, better than Mommy." I wondered if I had
touched Jing'er's clitoris, but Jing'er was so young, she shouldn't have any desire, right? Driven by curiosity, I threw
away the towel and gently flicked her clitoris with my fingers. Jing'er's body involuntarily twisted, and she softly moaned,
"Mmm...mmm..." Jing'er really had desire! Thinking of this, my penis slowly swelled up, pressing against Jing'er
's buttocks. I could see it peeking out from behind her vulva, close to her anus.
I shifted my gaze to Jing'er's anus. It was pink, slightly lighter than the color inside her vulva, but swirled in
shape, exuding tenderness. I gently traced the labia majora with my fingers, occasionally parting them and pressing lightly against
her vulva. Jing'er's face grew increasingly red, and her breathing became heavier. I gently parted the walls of her vulva, but they
were too tightly closed; I still couldn't see her hymen. In a moment of panic, I increased the pressure slightly. Jing'er cried
out softly, "Uncle, it hurts!" I was startled, jolted awake from my lust, and inwardly cursed myself for being a pervert. Jing'er
's vulva was so small and tightly closed, barely able to accommodate a finger. If I forced it open any further, I might break her
hymen.
After regaining my composure, I washed Jing'er's genitals, soaked her in hot water, and quickly washed myself. Then I
dried her off, quickly carried her to the room, and covered her with a blanket. After I got into bed, Jing'er nestled into my arms in the same position as yesterday.
My still-erect penis slipped between her legs. I pulled back slightly, withdrawing my penis from her thighs, but
unexpectedly, Jing'er pressed her buttocks against mine again, saying, "Uncle, it feels so good to bathe me. Uncle, please
bathe me every time." I responded, composed myself, and thought about other things, letting my penis soften between her legs.
Then, like yesterday, I gently stroked her head, letting her drift off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night stimulated by a wave of pleasure, finding
my hard penis still thrusting between Jing'er's legs, her underwear soaked. I quickly withdrew,
rushed to the bathroom to clean myself, changed my underwear, and as soon as I returned to bed, Jing'er pressed her body against mine. I couldn't
help but smile wryly. This little vixen, I knew it was because of her parents' passing that she felt incomplete, and even in her dreams, she
needed to lean against my body to feel at ease.
However, men's penises are usually erect when they sleep, and given her sleeping position, my penis naturally ended up
between her legs. The pressure from her legs made it easier for me to experience pleasure and have a wet dream. It seems I'll have to
let her sleep alone tomorrow. She hasn't had her period yet, so it's not a problem. But if this continues, and I
move around randomly during my wet dream, I might accidentally ejaculate inside her and get her pregnant.
That night, after I bathed her, I carried her to her room. She asked me in confusion, "Uncle,
isn't this our room?" I was stunned. In her mind, this wasn't her room anymore.
I said, "This is Jing'er's room. Can Jing'er sleep alone from now on?"
She said, "But I want to sleep with Uncle!"
I said, "Jing'er is almost a grown-up. Girls can't sleep with boys." Her face scrunched up, her eyes welled up with
tears, and then she lowered her head without saying a word.
I saw her tears and knew she couldn't leave me yet, but if we slept together, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my
darker thoughts. What if something happened? How could I face my sister? How could I explain it to our parents? I hardened my heart
, stood up, and tried to leave her room. Jing'er suddenly threw herself onto my back, her little face pressed against mine, and burst into tears:
"Uncle doesn't want Jing'er anymore... Jing'er has no one to love her..." Seeing her so heartbroken, I thought it
might be cruel to let her sleep alone now.
She's not as lively as she used to be; if she doesn't have someone to rely on, what if she develops autism later?
That would be my fault. Thinking of this, a chill ran through me. I turned around and hugged her, saying, "Who
said Uncle doesn't love Jing'er anymore? Jing'er is Uncle's darling!"
She said, "Uncle doesn't want me anymore..."
I said, "Uncle loves Jing'er very much, okay, then sleep with Uncle."
She immediately stopped crying and started laughing, her face still covered with crystal-clear tears. As if afraid I would change my mind, she hugged my
neck tightly and said, "Then Uncle will sleep with me from now on, bathe me every day, and buy me lots of delicious food."
Looking at her delicate face with tears streaming down her cheeks, I felt dizzy. I cupped her face, kissed her hard, and said,
"Uncle promises you everything." I carried her back to my room, and only then did my head clear. This little devil! She can
bewitch me at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up!
Unconsciously, two years have passed, and I still bathe her and sleep with her. I often have wet dreams and
ejaculate between her legs. Of course, her room is still there; it's for her parents and outsiders to see. For the past two years,
she hasn't slept in her own room, and even during her afternoon nap, I have to hold her tightly. I know this is out of fear—
fear of losing me as her support, and she needs my constant pampering to feel secure. Now, Jing'er's breasts have grown
, small and delicate, like a spindle, with nipples and areolas as red and small as her sister's. But
she's only 11! In the future, her breasts will surely grow into firm, bell-shaped breasts like her sister's, and her skin will
remain as smooth as before.
When I bathe her, I can't help but knead her breasts. Each time I wash her breasts, it takes half an hour, and she
excitedly exclaims how comfortable it feels. Now, she still faces away from me, nestled close to my chest, just like before. The difference
is: she no longer wears a bra to sleep; she wants me to hold her breasts every night. At first, I disagreed, and
she cried and screamed, making me dizzy. Later, holding her breasts to sleep became a habit. Hehe,
holding those incredibly soft and elastic breasts is a great pleasure. At 11 years old, she has breasts the size of an adult woman, which is probably
largely due to our long-term intimate contact.
Some articles mention that frequent kissing by a husband can make his wife's skin smoother because prolonged male
contact can promote the secretion of estrogen in women. Jing'er and I live similar lives to intimate couples; she
's still developing, so the influence of estrogen on her is even greater. Afterwards, I paid even more attention to adjusting her diet, adding
many breast-enhancing foods. Of course, I wouldn't tell her any of this. Letting her breasts develop bigger was just to
satisfy my desire to use my hands while I slept, to satisfy my darker side.
I got off work early today and prepared Jing'er's favorite dishes. There was a knock on the door. I checked my phone;
it was only 4:22 PM. Why was Jing'er home so early?
I got up to greet her, and as soon as she saw me, she threw herself into my arms. I hugged her.
Her face was filled with fear. Had something happened to her? I asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry?"
Jing'er whispered, "I'm bleeding down there." My heart skipped a beat, and my hand slid down to her bottom.
I touched it lightly; it was a little wet. I turned her around and saw a small red patch on her pants.
I asked, "Are you hurt?"
She said, "No, I'm bleeding for no reason. I'm so scared!" She snuggled closer to me.
Hearing that she hadn't been hurt before, I thought: It must be her first period! Jing'er is 11 years old; it's not that early.
I took her to the bathroom and examined her. Jing'er's genitals had developed well in the past two years; her
labia majora and minora were very thick, while the labia majora still stubbornly held tightly against the labia minora. Her buttocks had also become fuller and more sensual, showcasing
her beautiful feminine curves. There was dark red blood around her labia majora. I separated the labia majora, but
saw no wounds inside. Her vagina was still bleeding. I felt relieved. To further investigate the cause, I first
wiped away the blood. I could now insert two fingers into her vagina.
Her vagina was very tight. I struggled to separate the vaginal walls and finally saw two thin membranes. I was relieved,
worried that someone had broken Jing'er's hymen and caused bleeding. Looking up at Jing'er, she gripped my clothes tightly with both hands,
biting her lower lip. I asked, "Does it hurt, Jing'er?"
She said, "No, it feels a little good!"
I chuckled and casually scratched her clitoris, causing her legs to tighten. I said, "My Jing'er
, you've matured. This isn't bleeding from an injury; it's your period." I explained the origins of menstruation to her in detail and
taught her about precautions during her period.
Then I told her to wait while I went to buy her a pack of sanitary napkins. When I came back, Jing'er felt uncomfortable and asked
me to give her a bath. It took half an hour to wash her breasts and an hour to wash her genitals. When she came out, Jing'er
was weak and her face was flushed. This little girl had her first orgasm in her life while bathing.
Perhaps a little shy, she kept her head buried in my chest after I carried her out. After feeding her
, she shyly looked up and asked me what had happened.
I didn't answer, but instead asked, "Jing'er, what did it feel like?"
She said, "It felt so good! I've never felt so good before. I thought I was going to die!" She
then buried her head in my chest again.
I said, "Jing'er just had an orgasm because your uncle bathed you and touched your genitals
." Then I explained to her what sexual intercourse was. I'm a medical student, so I didn't think much of what I was saying
, but the little girl remembered it.
More than seven months later, today is Jing'er's 12th birthday, but I had to perform an emergency surgery and didn't get off work until
10 PM. I rushed home. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. This little girl, it seems I
was late, and she might have been angry and drunk. There was no one in the living room. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw Jing'er lying naked
on the bed, completely drunk.
I quickly hugged her and called her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head
went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I was relieved, but I was afraid she had drunk too much and suffered from alcohol poisoning.
I cleaned her up, returned to the living room, and saw there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished half the bottle,
went back to the room, and cuddled her to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling my penis sliding inside a wet, slippery cavity. A chill
ran down my spine; I was afraid I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep
. I got up, pulled back the covers, and felt a wave of dizziness. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes: Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth laboriously holding
my large penis, her lips moving, liquid dripping from the corners of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth,
grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?"
She said, "I want to give my uncle sex, I want you to love me!"
Perhaps because of the alcohol, she didn't speak to me softly as usual. I was furious: "Who taught you
this? Do you know what you're doing?"
She stubbornly replied, "No one taught me. I know our sex is incest! But I love you, I want you!"
I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?"
A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing."
My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive, and when Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn
sites online, my favorite being the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been
when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But it's unacceptable for Jing'er to have learned this. I said, "You're still young, how can you learn this
?"
She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and
her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in one hand now; they're not much smaller than her sister's at that age.
I felt a pang of guilt and remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became smug: "Those girls online
aren't even as old as me when they have sex!"
I retorted, "But we're family, related by blood. That's incest."
She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? And
most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, most of them with your niece. Looks like you want
me." She chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. My darkest side
had been ruthlessly exposed by her, and I didn't know how to face her.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Jing'er lowered her head and took my slightly softened penis back into her mouth, while simultaneously guiding my hand to her
breasts. I instinctively kneaded them with both hands, and Jing'er worked even harder, swallowing and spitting out my penis, her teeth gently
touching it, while her tongue wrapped around the glans as she spit it out. My penis grew even larger under her stimulation
, until she could no longer swallow it. After spitting out my penis, I guided it towards her vagina.
Through constant stimulation and internal struggle, lust finally triumphed over reason, and my darker side
was fully revealed. I gently let my penis slide out of her delicate hand, laid her down on the bed, and
straddled her tender waist, just like when I played with my older sister. I kneaded her full breasts forcefully, watching them take various
shapes in my hands.
I lowered my head and sucked on her small, firm nipples, sometimes circling them with my fingers. Then
I kissed my way down her vulva. There wasn't a single stray hair, not even a hint of pubic hair, making it appear clean and just
as I had observed. It seemed Jing'er was a bald woman, the perfect specimen I had always dreamed of. I kissed her again, and Jing'er
willingly opened her legs, but I still felt it wasn't enough, so I used both hands to forcefully open them as wide as possible. I stared at her
tiny clitoris and sucked hard. At the same time, Jing'er took a deep breath and began to moan softly, "Mmm...
mmm..." I extended my tongue as far as possible, sweeping it down from her clitoris towards her anus. The tips of Jing'er's labia majora
were constantly oozing fluid, but it was tightly covered, so I couldn't see where it came from.
I roughly parted her labia majora, revealing her vaginal opening, which was flowing out like a trickle. Jing'er
was truly ripe. I inserted my tongue until I reached her hymen, then stirred it vigorously,
sucking up her fluids mouthful by mouthful, while simultaneously squeezing her vaginal opening with my tongue, then forcefully drawing it closed.
At this moment, Jing'er let out a high-pitched cry, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, bending her legs,
and clenching her toes together fiercely. Her vagina gushed out streams of hot fluid like urine. I swallowed it all without wasting a drop
, thinking, "Little girl, you're already at your climax, the real thrill is yet to come." I didn't care about the consequences anymore;
I was determined to take Jing'er's virginity today. Jing'er lay quietly, probably enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
Hehe, I continued to play with her vulva with my tongue, while my other hand kept rubbing her clitoris. Soon, Jing'er's
moans started again, and her vulva became increasingly wet. I adjusted my position, gently guiding my penis with one hand
and lowering it into her vulva, while my other hand rubbed her breasts. I gently pushed with my hips, forcing my penis through the walls of her vulva. After
the entire glans was inside, I felt it reach her hymen. I released my hand from my penis and instead gently rubbed her clitoris
.
After a while, feeling that her vulva had adapted to my penis, I slowly pushed it further in. At this point, Jing'er was in a daze
... Her moans grew louder. I steeled myself, forcefully pushing aside the vaginal walls that were pressing against me, and thrust in hard
. The distinct feeling of emptiness confirmed that I had taken Jing'er's virginity. Afraid that Jing'er would
n't be able to handle losing her virginity, I stopped moving after entering. Observing Jing'er's expression, she didn't seem to have any obvious discomfort. This was because she
had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, which had a numbing effect, and my foreplay had been thorough; she had even had an orgasm. Therefore,
Jing'er easily overcame the discomfort of losing her virginity.
After that, I had no more reservations and began to slowly thrust, each time aiming directly at her cervix. Her
vagina was very tight, providing great resistance to my penis, and she was only 12 years old. I was afraid that forceful thrusting
would cause Jing'er's vagina to tear; I would regret it terribly then. The hospital had treated many raped girls,
usually... The vagina was torn and bleeding profusely, requiring vaginal wall repair surgery.
After slowly thrusting over a hundred times, Jing'er suddenly clamped her legs tightly around my waist, cried out loudly,
and her vagina contracted strongly, squeezing my penis tightly. The glans, pressed against her cervix, was also stimulated by more than ten streams of hot fluid.
A strong urge to defecate washed over me; I knew an orgasm was imminent. I held my cervix still, inhaling deeply to calm myself
, and finally managed to hold back the climax.
I remained still for about a minute, then began to slowly thrust again, my hands
moving across Jing'er's chest. Jing'er was now weak and listless, even moaning only once every few minutes.
Saliva dripped from her lips, her face was flushed, and her scalp was disheveled. Seeing her battered and bruised appearance, I knew she had
exhausted her strength, so I no longer suppressed my desire and began thrusting. The speed gradually increased as I leaned down and sucked on her nipple,
wanting her to climax quickly this time, since her breasts were slow to come. After more than three hundred thrusts, a wave of
pleasure even stronger than before surged through me. I stopped suppressing it, and my lower body involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts. After another twenty or so thrusts, I
cried out, and my semen powerfully shot into her uterus. I ejaculated for more than ten seconds before my back went limp. I
collapsed onto Jing'er, noticing her furrowed brows and trembling, weak hands. It turned out the little girl
had also experienced her third orgasm. After calming down, I pulled my penis out. Jing'er's vagina made a loud
"pop" sound, and red virgin blood mixed with white semen flowed from her wide-open vagina. I thought for a moment
, then inserted my finger and dug around, finally finding the hymen, crumpled into a small ball—it would have been difficult to find without careful observation
.
I stared, mesmerized. This was the semen I'd ejaculated inside my niece's vagina. Incestuous sex was indeed alluring;
compared to that, sex with my girlfriend in college seemed utterly bland. Lost in thought for a moment, Jing'er's vagina
miraculously closed up again, covered by her labia majora. It seemed Jing'er's vagina was incredibly elastic. I
couldn't control the speed of my thrusts during orgasm, yet Jing'er's vagina was completely unaffected. Didn't that mean I...
Now I can thrust in and out freely without worry! Thinking this, my penis, which had just softened, began to erect
again. Looking at Jing'er, who had barely managed a cry during her orgasm, she was almost in shock and definitely couldn't handle another round of intercourse. I got out of
bed, washed myself, and when I dried Jing'er, she only managed to open her eyes and look at me.
I prepared a midnight snack, returned to bed, helped Jing'er sit up, and brought her water. She quickly drank half a bottle.
She had lost so much fluid earlier; she needed to replenish it. Then, I fed her her midnight snack in my arms. Half an hour after eating, Jing'er
regained some strength and whispered that she needed to urinate. I carried her to the bathroom, and just as I was about to put her on
the potty, a sudden thought struck me: I wanted to see the urine spray from her tiny urethra—what
an erotic scene that would be!
I stripped naked, straddled her across my stomach, and parted her labia majora with my thumbs, clearly seeing
her urethra. Then I said, "That's enough." She blushed but didn't object. A stream of golden urine
gushed out, hitting my stomach and making it feel hot. It lasted for about half a minute before the stream thinned, finally dripping
out. I pulled her over my head and sucked it up, finally emptying her bladder.
She let out a gasp, then blushed and playfully hit me lightly. Haha, wow, she's so
young and already knows how to flirt! Truly a gift from heaven. We then took a shower. Of all the showers we've done together,
this was the cleanest, because she was exhausted. I didn't dare tease her anymore. Back in my room, I called the head of the department to ask
for leave tomorrow. I also had to remember to buy emergency contraception for Jing'er; I had to take good care of Jing'er, now a young woman—
haha, a twelve-year-old young woman!
It's been over two months since I started having sex with Jing'er. She's become increasingly cheerful, and I see
the lively girl my sister was before her accident. That day, after school, Jing'er rushed into my arms, gave me a long
kiss, and said, "Honey, what are we having for dinner?"
I lightly patted her bottom and said, "Call me Uncle. Who taught you to call me 'honey'?"
She chuckled and said, "Uncle? We've already slept together, why would I call you Uncle? Is there an uncle who sleeps with his own niece every day
?"
I blushed. This girl is getting sharper and sharper!
She continued, "From now on, I'll only call you Uncle in bed." Saying this, she swayed her hips, pretending to spread her legs, and
said in a seductive voice, "Uncle, fuck my pussy! My pussy is only for Uncle to fuck!" My penis instantly became erect
. This brat, she must have learned that from porn sites.
Don't let her usual wanton behavior fool you; once in bed, she just moaned softly, "Mmm...mmm..." She wouldn't
utter those lewd words that even make me blush—that's my regret! After dinner and her homework
, we began our nightly ritual. First, I made her kneel on the bed and then thrust into her from behind. This position allowed me to caress
her full, shapely buttocks and see her juices dripping down. For this juicy beauty,
this position was my favorite. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them hard, thrusting my lower body forward forcefully.
However, she was very sensitive; after two orgasms, she couldn't maintain this position.
I called out, "My dear niece, does it feel good to have your little hole fucked from behind by your uncle?"
She moved her buttocks back and forth in rhythm with my movements, responding with "Mmm...mmm...good!"
I called out again, "Uncle saw your juices dripping from behind, how come you have so much juice?"
She murmured, "Mmm... for... Uncle." After more than a hundred thrusts, she climaxed, cried out, and went limp
on the bed.
Helplessly, I picked her up, my penis still inside her, turned her over so she was face up, and
held her thighs around my waist as I continued. After about a hundred thrusts, she climaxed twice more, and even her
moans stopped. Helplessly, I sped up, thrusting over a hundred more times before ejaculating. Then I withdrew my penis and
spread her thighs. Looking closely at the lewd sight of the semen flowing from her vagina, I realized she was now powerless to stop.
I cleaned her up and gave her a bottle of water.
She slowly regained some strength, then lay on her side in my arms, groping to put my semi-erect penis into
her vagina, and then fell asleep contentedly. She'll let me have any position she wants, but before bed she insists on
this one where I hold her completely in my arms and put my penis inside her vagina before she'll fall asleep. I've told her countless
times that it's unhygienic to sleep with my penis inside like that, and it can easily cause vaginal infections, but she doesn't care. If I don't let go, she'll throw a tantrum.
When she's too tired to fight, she'll try to keep her eyes open, refusing to sleep no matter how sleepy she is, until I give in. Sigh! This child.
My parents' health has always been poor, and with my older sister's condition, they passed away when Jing'er was 13 and 15 respectively.
Now it's just Jing'er and me, relying on each other. Jing'er is even more clingy to me. At 15, Jing'er has blossomed into
an exceptionally beautiful woman, and thanks to my efforts, her body is almost as mature as her older sister's.
Tonight, as soon as we got into bed, Jing'er proudly showed me her ample breasts and said, "Aren't they big enough? Are they as big as Mom's
?"
I reached out and pinched her still erect breasts, saying, "They're almost as big as my sister's, and
they're even more elastic." I immediately felt embarrassed; this girl was teasing me.
She smiled slyly and said, "I still remember Mom often staring blankly at your picture. She'd guessed
you two were having an affair long ago, haha. Am I not Dad's daughter, but your and Mom's? Aren't you my
uncle? You're my dad. Dad, you even slept with your own daughter!" She looked at me seriously as she spoke.
I was furious and slapped her bottom twice hard, then told
her in detail about my sister and me.
After listening, she looked at me and said, "Mom's so stupid! What's wrong with falling for such a handsome brother? If it were
me, I'd honestly tell you, then seduce you into bed. That way, Mom wouldn't have to get married, and I'd become
your daughter too. Wouldn't it be great if Mom and I slept with you together?" She looked saddened as she spoke. I was both angry and
amused, and thinking of my sister, I felt a pang of regret.
She then said, "Honey, we don't have any relatives here anymore. When I get into university, can you
transfer your job here too?"
I asked, "Why?"
She said, "We have no relatives left. I'm going to a university in the north. After you transfer here, no one will recognize us.
You can get married in college now. We'll get married when we get there, and then try to have a beautiful daughter in our freshman year
. You work in a hospital, so we can use the hospital's ultrasound to check. We just want a daughter."
I asked her, "Why does it have to be a daughter?"
She said, "My body is too sensitive. You're never satisfied. I'll be 19 in my freshman year, and you'll be 33.
When our daughter grows up, she can satisfy you in bed with me."
I slapped her butt and said, "Don't think nonsense. How could I possibly sleep with my own daughter? Besides,
it's too early for you to have a child at 19. No way!"
She didn't say anything more, silently put a condom on me, then knelt on the bed and spread her buttocks with one hand, crying out,
"Uncle, my pussy is so itchy. Come and fuck me!" I howled and pounced on her.
Two months later, Jing'er was pregnant! It couldn't be possible; I'd always used condoms when we had
sex since she was 13. After questioning her, I learned that ever since she suggested it and I refused, she'd used a needle to prick all the condoms off. I
was devastated. I told her to have an abortion, but she refused and cried uncontrollably. I had no choice but to listen to her and find
a job in a medium-sized city in northern China. Luckily, I had already obtained my attending physician qualification and
my skills were excellent, so the transfer went smoothly.
Jing'er also took a year off from school; we planned to resume her studies after the baby was born. At six months pregnant,
she insisted on having an ultrasound, and I was worried about the possibility of birth defects due to incest. Thankfully, the baby developed normally. The only downside was that
it was indeed a girl, which made Jing'er secretly happy. Everything was normal after the baby was born, and I felt relieved. The difficult
part was that we couldn't have sex for three months after the baby's birth. We had stopped three months before the baby's birth, and now
we had to abstain for another three months.
For someone with such a strong sex drive like me: I'll have to rely on masturbation for the next three months! My baby was born 12
days ago. After we put the baby to sleep, I was about to go back to the bathroom to masturbate when Jing'er stopped me. She slowly
took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. I was still in a daze: Jing'er had only given birth 12 days ago; I would never agree to have sex with her
, it would be very harmful to her body.
Jing'er made me sit on her stomach, and skillfully manipulated my penis with both hands. She got me erect in just a few strokes
. Jing'er blushed and said, "Uncle has been abstaining for more than three months, so today you
can play on your niece's big breasts." Then, feigning shyness, she placed my penis on her enormous breasts. Her breasts were now
far larger than her sister's in her prime. She gently cupped her breasts with both hands, and my penis disappeared instantly.
Jing'er's skin was as smooth as when she was nine years old, and her breasts pressed tightly against my penis, feeling
very firm. Stimulated by the unusual sensation, I began to thrust back and forth. Jing'er responded by moving her breasts up and down,
sometimes gently pinching her red nipples against my penis, causing milk to gush out and making it easier for my penis to slide.
Sometimes she would put her nipples to her mouth, squeezing some milk into her mouth, and as my glans advanced, she would gently suckle it
, spitting the milk onto the glans to warm it. At the same time, she would call out, "Uncle, aren't my breasts tender
? Are they tight against you?"
I replied, "Jing'er, my dear niece, your breasts are so tender and tight. Uncle is going to ejaculate into your
mouth so you can drink Uncle's semen." It was rare for Jing'er to moan so cooperatively, which excited me even more.
She asked, "Are my breasts better than my mother's?" Her mention of my sister made me even more excited
, as if my sister and her mother were sleeping with me.
"My sister's breasts are as beautiful as my niece's. I'm going to fuck both of your breasts raw, and I'm going to ejaculate into them
for you to drink..." I shouted in sync with Jing'er as I thrust in and out. After more than 200 thrusts, my lower body tightened, and I quickly thrust my penis to
Jing'er's mouth.
She cooperated by sucking on the glans, and streams of semen shot into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but this
time there was so much semen that a small portion dripped from her mouth, mixing with her breast milk and flowing onto her breasts. Unexpectedly
, Jing'er actually drank my semen! It was so stimulating! I lowered my head and squeezed her breasts hard with both hands, sucking hard
on her right nipple. Jing'er's breast milk was plentiful, with a faint sweet taste. The milk from her left breast was squeezed so hard
that it flowed all over the bed; when I squeezed hard, it even spurted off the bed. Watching it spurt milk... I thanked
God in my heart for sending such a stunning beauty as my niece, and even giving me the opportunity to sleep with her and become her husband!
From then on, during the two months I couldn't have sex, I engaged in breastfeeding with Jing'er every day. Jing'er, having given birth,
somehow started moaning, and each time she cried out loudly, which I found incredibly arousing. She had a lot of milk, and
every time the baby finished feeding, I would drink it all, adhering to the principle that wasting milk is shameful, while simultaneously engaging in breastfeeding. Later ,
after the baby was weaned at one year old, Jing'er didn't stop breastfeeding because I continued to drink from her breasts, stimulating milk production, until the baby
was three years old. I finally gave up, and Jing'er stopped breastfeeding.
My sister's name is Wang Ying, and to commemorate her, our child is named Nian Ying.
Ying'er gradually grew up, until she was ten years old. Every time Jing'er and I showered or made love, Jing'er would bring
Ying'er along to watch. She would also make me wash Ying'er by hand. Sometimes, while showering, Jing'er would tease me, and I would hold Ying'er
while making love with Jing'er, my hands kneading Ying'er's newly developed breasts, and sometimes I would reach out and
touch her tender genitals. Jing'er often let Ying'er touch my penis while it was inside Jing'er, and even scooped out
the semen I ejaculated into her vagina and gave it to Ying'er to drink. Perhaps due to long-term sexual stimulation, Ying'er started menstruating at the age of 12, and her breasts and genitals
developed even better than Jing'er's at that age.
On the night of Ying'er's 11th birthday, Jing'er placed two bottles of wine on the table. I understood her meaning somewhat;
she wanted me to take Ying'er's virginity. I also really liked Ying'er's body;
I had touched and played with every part of her body before, and Ying'er had reached orgasm several times in my hands.
I pretended not to know anything and drank almost a bottle of wine. Jing'er and Ying'er each drank one bottle. Jing'er was fine
, but Ying'er was already quite drunk. After tidying everything up, I took Ying'er to bed. I had just touched Jing'er's breasts when
she undressed Ying'er and placed my hand on Ying'er's breasts. Ying'er's skin was...
"And so white and tender," Jing'er said jealously. "It's because Ying'er drank semen earlier and more than her!" Ying'er's breasts
were much bigger than Jing'er's when she lost her virginity. I couldn't hold one in each hand; they kept slipping through my fingers, as if they would
slip away if I let go.
I used the same method on her as on Jing'er, kneading and sucking. She cried out, "Daddy... good daddy..."
I was startled: Jing'er only started moaning after giving birth; had Ying'er learned this without a teacher? I became even more
excited and shouted, "Ying'er, quickly say 'Daddy touch my breasts!'"
Ying'er indeed cried out, "Daddy, quickly touch my breasts... touch me..."
I never thought my daughter was such a gem. I was greatly excited: "Say 'Daddy suck my breasts, knead my
breasts, knead them until they're raw, Ying'er wants daddy to pinch her lewd breasts!'" My daughter did exactly that. I looked back at Jing'er
; she was speechless!
I gave her a wink, and Jing'er immediately understood. She instructed her daughter to wake up, and Ying'er echoed her
mother's cries: "Daddy, suck my pussy! My pussy is so itchy!"
Of course, I wouldn't refuse. I moved away from her breasts and down, teasing her clitoris with varying pressure.
My tongue sucked hard on her labia majora, sometimes forcefully drawing her plump vulva into my mouth, then lightly touching it with my tongue.
Under such intense stimulation, my daughter quickly became wet, just like her mother—both were very wet women.
I cried out, "Daddy's sucking Ying'er's pussy! Ying'er is so wet! Ying'er, do you want Daddy's cock
to fuck you?"
Ying'er mimicked her mother, saying, "Daddy, hurry, I... I was born to be fucked by Daddy... Daddy
, fuck... my pussy, fuck me... I'm so wet... it's so itchy, Daddy... ah..." She then
convulsed, showing that she, like her mother, was a sensitive woman.
Jing'er and I were speechless. It seemed that even Jing'er and her daughter Ying'er combined couldn't match me. I
carried Ying'er, who had just climaxed, to her mother's arms, parted her legs, and found her vulva completely wet. I gently guided my penis against
Ying'er's vagina, and as soon as I applied pressure, Ying'er pushed back with her legs. Haha, I never thought my daughter was the kind of
woman who would jump at the slightest touch; I'd only read about it in books.
I held her buttocks tightly to prevent her from jumping back, and with a gentle push, my glans sank into a warm,
moist hole. It felt like countless suction cups were clinging to my glans, sending a shiver down my spine. Before her
mother could even teach her, my daughter cried out, "Daddy's penis is so big! I can't take it... anymore..."
She kept jumping as she spoke, my glans moving in and out with each jump, almost like thrusting. To prevent my glans from popping out, I hardened my heart and
thrust in forcefully. My daughter jumped even more excitedly, crying out, "Daddy's... penis is too big... I can't take it...
my vagina... is about to break...
" I kept stimulating Ying'er's clitoris with my hand, while Jing'er hugged her and rubbed her breasts. After Ying'er calmed down
a bit, I started thrusting, exclaiming, "Daughter... your hole feels so good... it's like a suction cup is sucking me in
..." I thrust faster and faster, and my daughter became increasingly wet. I also went deeper, finally penetrating all the way in each time.
With my daughter's vaginal fluids, each thrust made a loud "plop...plop..." sound. Unlike her mother,
when I thrust into Jing'er, the sound was deeper, a "plop...plop..." sound. This was probably
because my daughter's hole was shallow, while her mother's was much deeper.
My daughter no longer needed her mother's guidance and exclaimed on her own, "Daddy is so... amazing... every
time you penetrate... you penetrate my flower... core..." Stimulated by her moans, I increased my speed,
thrusting hard into her flower core each time. My daughter kept moaning and jumping around.
After thrusting over 100 times, my daughter cried out, "Daughter... is dead... being... fucked... to death by Daddy!"
At the same time, her body went limp, ceasing her throbbing. The warm fluid inside her clitoris slapped against my glans, but I couldn't stop,
continuing to thrust in and out. Each thrust brought out a large amount of fluid, while my daughter remained motionless; it seemed she couldn't take
it anymore.
I pulled out my penis and, in the bright light, looked at my daughter's vulva. Ying'er's vulva was really shallow; because
I had just pulled out, it formed an opening that couldn't close, with traces of virgin blood inside. I could see
her cervix at a glance, and the surrounding flesh was densely packed, much denser and coarser than her mother's. No wonder it
felt like it was sucking my penis; was my daughter's vulva some kind of extraordinary instrument? But I didn't know anything about that!
I laid my daughter flat on the bed. Jing'er willingly opened her legs to receive my penis. She had been
watching the whole time, and her sensitive body was already soaking wet. As soon as I entered, she cried out, "Uncle, you just did my daughter,
and now you're doing her mother? Her mother is your niece too! You've ruined my daughter's pussy... are you going to ruin
my niece's now...?"
Compared to my daughter, Jing'er's pussy, though not as tight, was very deep, able to fully accommodate my penis, and
even tighter than my daughter's. I cried out, "My daughter's pussy can, but Mommy's is deep enough! Mommy is even tighter than... my daughter's...
I'm going to ruin my niece's pussy..." I thrust while crying out. After Jing'er's second orgasm, when she was too weak to cry out anymore,
I felt spasms deep inside my penis. Just as I was about to ejaculate inside Jing'er, I suddenly remembered how much fluid my daughter had released
. Hehe, as her father, I should replenish her fluids.
After several dozen rapid thrusts, as the intense pleasure arrived, I pressed my fingers against the base of my penis. I pulled out my penis
, went to my daughter's side, and parted her mouth. Her mouth was small, and I struggled to insert it. I tried
to release my fingers, and as soon as the semen flowed into her mouth, Ying'er swallowed it willingly, then reached out and began
sucking on my penis.
Afraid of choking her, I slowly loosened my fingers, controlling the flow of semen. After she finished sucking, she
licked my penis clean, removing all the semen that was from her and her mother. I grabbed the water bottle I had prepared by the bed, helped
my daughter sit up, and let her drink before putting her to sleep. After cleaning them both, I embraced both
beauties, one big and one small, feeling incredibly satisfied. My future life would be as blissful as a flower in full bloom
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