【The Little Nanny】(A Newly Revised and Heartfelt Version of an Old Article)

Author: Yi Nuo
Author's Note: A new take on an old story, with richer emotions and gentler touches. If no one appreciates it, I'll return to my old hills
. This is a republication of an old story, longer and more detailed, truly a more vibrant and detailed version. In fact, attentive readers can clearly see the shadows of real people here.
There aren't many characters in the story. If you have the patience to read to the end, please share your opinion and tell me which character is real and which is fake: the nanny, the father, the mother, the aunt, the uncle, and the uncle's dance partner?
I was only seventeen,
but my body had already developed like a young woman's. My breasts suddenly became two soft mounds of flesh, just like two big steamed buns. I was so embarrassed; they felt so annoying, swaying back and forth in front of my chest.
Why did these two big, round things grow on my originally flat chest? What are these things
for?
As my breasts developed, my buttocks also gradually grew larger, round and bulging,
feeling a bit saggy when I walked. I thought to myself, "If my breasts are bigger, maybe I can hold more milk to feed my baby in the future.
But what's the use of having a big, fleshy bottom? Does that mean I won't need a seat cushion?
" Because of these two "protruding" areas on my body, I really wanted to wear loose-fitting clothes
to cover myself up. But I lived in the countryside, and we were poor. My mother was especially stingy with me. To save fabric
, she always made me very small clothes and pants.
These small clothes were difficult to put on and take off. Every time I wore them, my
chest and bottom felt very uncomfortable. The tight fit made my breasts look even bigger, and my nipples were visible
, like I wasn't wearing any clothes at all. The tight pants made my bottom look even bigger, and my butt crack was
clearly visible, like I was naked—it looked awful.
Winter is manageable, but in summer, often wearing light-colored clothes, I look like
a naked girl from a distance. If someone were to lightly slice my chest with a knife, my enormous breasts would pop
out; if someone were to lightly slice my buttocks with a knife, my plump bottom would be exposed.
Walking normally, I can tolerate the heaviness and trembling of my large breasts. But if I run even slightly
, they jiggle even more violently, like two balloons swaying in the wind, which is
unbearable. So whenever I need to run urgently, I have to cover my breasts with my hands. It's so troublesome.
Fortunately, I have a slim waist and am quite tall. At only seventeen, I'm already over 165 cm tall. Although my
breasts and buttocks appear somewhat bulky, I have a naturally youthful face, still looking like a child,
my entire face full of girlish innocence. Many people say I look like a Barbie doll, but I know my
skin is much darker than Barbie's.
In the countryside, I'm the kind of girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes. My eyebrows are very dark and heavy, and my eyelashes are thick and
long, almost like they're fake. I also have short, stubble-like hairs like a man's, which is
really annoying. Everyone knows that girls like me tend to have a lot of pubic hair.
Seriously, the pubic hair between my legs is so thick it looks like a bird's nest—dark, tangled, and messy. It's really
embarrassing. Because I always wore tight-fitting pants, and my pubic muscles were particularly full,
round, and fleshy, coupled with the fluffy pubic hair, a large bulge always appeared between my legs.
The wild children in the countryside often stared between my legs and secretly called me "big fat cunt, steamed bun
cunt." They even made up a rhyme about me:
"Big butt, high up,
big breasts, like bread,
a steamed bun cunt between my legs,
a wasp waist in the middle..."
Hearing these things was unbearable; I wanted to shave off half of the excess parts of my body. I
once secretly used scissors to cut off all my pubic hair, but because my mother's sewing scissors were too sharp, I
cut my pubic area until it bled.
It really hurt, but it was all for nothing; within a few days, the pubic hair
grew back very quickly. What was even more embarrassing was that sometimes the newly grown stubble would even
stick out of my pants. From then on, I never dared to cut it again.
From as far back as I can remember, my mother has never bought me new clothes. She either makes me wear her and
my aunt's hand-me-downs, or she makes me new clothes. Now that I'm taller than my mother and aunt,
they make me wear my father's clothes, saying they fit me perfectly. Is that even possible? Nobody believes that.
If I refuse to wear my father's hand-me-downs, my mother continues to make me new clothes. She has a sewing machine and
even studied clothing cutting; her skills are quite good, but she just won't use any extra fabric on me. I once
overheard my mother telling my father behind my back: "This brat, she's growing so fast!
Even these tiny clothes don't hold her in; she's actually developed even more. She's taller than my son!"
Hearing this, my heart sank, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. How could I have such an inconsiderate
mother? I'm so pretty and lovable, why don't my parents
like me? Honestly, they're not good to me at all;
they make me do all the chores. Because of years of working outside, my complexion was dark reddish-brown, and many men
called me "Little Black Girl." None of the boys my age in the village wanted to play with me; they preferred
girls with slender waists and fair complexions. This made me very pessimistic.
But I noticed that the adult men in the village really liked me. They always initiated conversations with me, and their
faces lit up with excitement the moment they saw me, as if they couldn't control their enthusiasm. I noticed that
when they talked to me, their eyes were always fixed on my breasts and buttocks, as if they were lecherously
admiring them. Every time they passed by my house, they would strain to peek into my house; I think they were definitely searching
for me.
I often overheard those men gossiping behind my back: "Old Ma's Dali is so sexy. Her big
breasts and buttocks jiggle when she walks; she's so attractive. If we could touch and pinch her, we'd be
willing to pay a little money. If we could even have sex with her, it would be worth going to jail or being shot..."
Another newlywed young man said, "It's true! Dali's big breasts are really something else
, much better than my wife's. Look at the wife I married, who cost 100,000 yuan. Her breasts are so small, like two
little steamed buns, dry and flat, not plump at all. Look at Dali's breasts, so big, like two
freshly steamed buns, full and plump. We're so envious! If I could ever marry again, I'd choose
someone with breasts like Dali's. Lying on them would feel so good, like being in heaven!"
Hearing these rumors, I was shocked. I realized something. At the same time, I felt a sense of comfort. I finally understood
that mature men really do like big breasts and big butts on women. Because of this liking, they can't control themselves,
which is why they say such lewd things. Before, whenever I noticed them staring intently at my breasts
and buttocks, I felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed, thinking they were mocking me.
Now I understand. Whenever a man admires me, I give them a friendly smile, and
they treat me even better. I can sense this in our daily interactions. For example, they often
stand up for me, frequently advising my parents to treat me better, and often criticizing my parents for mistreating me and
making me do dirty and tiring work that even boys dislike.
They also often tell my parents, "Without this girl, your family wouldn't have been able to have a
son at all. It's all thanks to her; this girl must have brought you good fortune." I don't understand
what these villagers mean. I've asked others, but no one can tell me what's going on.
Actually, my name is Ma Li, and Da Li is my nickname. I'm the eldest child in my family, with a younger brother.
My younger brother is only a year younger than me, but I do all the dirty and tiring chores around the house, while
he gets all the good food. He often bullies me, and my parents don't care.
I've always loved learning, enjoyed reading, and am naturally intelligent. But my parents stopped letting me
go to school a long time ago. My teacher thought it was a pity and came to our house several times to talk to my parents, but to no avail. Even though my brother
's grades aren't good, my parents insist on supporting him.
As I've grown older, doubts have begun to creep into my mind: why are my parents so unkind to me?
Why are they so biased towards my brother? Although I've helped them with chores since I was little, doing all sorts of dirty and tiring work,
I never earn their favor. I feel like I'm superfluous in this family. All my hard work seems pointless. What
puzzles me even more is that I don't resemble my parents or aunts at all
. My parents have small noses and eyes, but why do I have thick eyebrows and big eyes? My mother's
body is very thin and frail, with no breasts or buttocks.
My aunt, my mother's younger sister, became a doctor in the city after graduating from university. She has a
strong personality, just like my mother, and her body is also thin and frail, with no breasts or buttocks. But why are my breasts and buttocks
so big? I feel like I'm not the same kind of person as
them. Our temperaments are also very different. My mother and aunt are both unreasonable,
argumentative, and irritable women. Although I'm quick-witted and sharp-tongued, I know I'm very rational
. Also, my parents aren't tall, and neither is my aunt, so why am I
so much taller than them?
Only my younger brother looks exactly like them—thin, small, and ugly.
My younger brother is only a year younger than me, but he often bullies me. My parents don't do anything about it. Since I was little, he
's often pinned me down and ridden me like a horse. Even now, he often pulls my hair. In recent years, he
hasn't bullied me as much, but he's started harassing me. It makes me very uneasy. I
remember one noon, my mother asked me to go to the field to pick cucumbers. My brother insisted on coming with me, so I had no
choice but to take him.
When we got to the field, he didn't do any work. He just picked two very unusual cucumbers and played with them in his hands. One
cucumber was straight, and the other was bent into a circle. He held them up in front of me, grinning,
and asked me to guess: "Sister, guess what these two cucumbers look like?"
I said, "They're just two cucumbers, what else could they look like? I couldn't guess."
He suddenly said, "Look, this straight cucumber looks like a man's big penis, and this round cucumber looks like a woman
's big vagina."
Hearing his vile and absurd words, my body suddenly felt hot, and I felt my
face burning. I didn't know what to say. In a panic, I hurriedly said, "Stop talking nonsense. Did
you see it or what?" At the time, I didn't even know why I blurted out such a thing.
My younger brother chuckled and said, "Of course I saw it! I've even seen foreigners' penises on video.
Those men's penises are huge, like this big cucumber, and those women's vaginas are also very thick, like
this cucumber ring. They're all completely naked, fucking so hard, making 'glug, glug
'
sounds." My brother vividly described, "The men's big penises thrust in and out, turning the flesh inside out of the women's vaginas
. After a while, white fluid starts to ooze from the women's vaginas. Look, look, that
's how they fuck, and they're even screaming and yelling, it's unbearable!"
As he spoke, my brother inserted his erect cucumber into the middle of the cucumber ring and thrust it in and
out, soon wearing away all the thorns. Watching his vivid demonstration, my heart pounded, my breathing became rapid
, and my whole body felt hot. I also had a strange, inexplicable feeling.
I'd actually seen those videos many times, but I'd never told my brother about them. I
didn't have the wicked thought or courage to talk about these things with a boy. Today, my brother suddenly brought it up in front of me
, and I knew he had some wicked ideas. My heart started pounding, and I was really at a loss
.
While I was still lost in my own thoughts, my brother suddenly threw down the two cucumbers he was holding, pounced on me
, and hugged my waist from behind, pressing his midsection tightly against my buttocks. I immediately felt...
A burning, unbearable discomfort shot through me. I panicked and tried to pull his hands away, but they were incredibly strong, gripping
my waist tightly, impossible to separate.
Honestly, at that moment, my body went weak and numb. I wanted to push him away, but couldn't bring myself to.
Perhaps I wanted to experience that special feeling of a man and woman's first contact. I quickly
lost my strength, my body going limp. I truly don't understand why, when a girl is held by a boy
, when our bodies are in close contact, my body suddenly goes weak, I lose control, and I feel
completely lost.
Suddenly, my brother slipped his hand inside my shirt and began grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. My
body trembled.
As he touched me, he kept muttering, "Sister's breasts are so big and plump.
I always peek when you take off your clothes, I'm so envious! Today I finally got to touch them, I've been waiting for so long! Haha, so
smooth, so comfortable, so good! Good sister, don't move, don't move, don't dodge! Ah, sister's
breasts are so nice!"
Under his caresses, my body began to tremble, and my mind became somewhat hazy, as if I were floating in the air,
unable to walk or stand steadily. I was flustered and involuntarily swayed back and forth, as if trying to dodge,
or cooperating with him, or perhaps enjoying myself. I couldn't even explain what I should do. A
hazy and peculiar feeling enveloped me.
His hand was touching my breasts, then suddenly slid down and abruptly reached into my pants,
between my legs, grabbing my pubic hair. I felt a little pain, but also a great thrill.
I said weakly, "Brother, stop it, don't do this. I haven't showered in ages, I'm filthy down there, and I smell
terrible. Look how dirty your hands are getting. Besides, it wouldn't be good if someone saw."
At this point, my brother's voice trembled slightly. He said softly, "No, it's okay. Who's going
to be in the fields in the middle of the day? Nobody's coming. I don't mind that you're dirty. I just like you two..." The musky smell from a girl's vagina
is so stimulating! Let me touch it, ah... okay, I touched it, I touched it... oh my
... no wonder the men in the village say my sister has a "big steamed bun vagina," your vagina is so fat, touching it is so fleshy
and feels so good, big sister, don't move...
let me touch it a little longer, my dear sister, I've missed you so much. I can't take it anymore, my dick is hard,
ah, sister. I want to fuck you, just let me fuck you for a moment. I really want to put my dick into
your big fat vagina, as long as you let me fuck you for a moment, I'll do anything you want from now on. "If I can fuck you
for a moment, I'll tell you a secret."
My body suddenly felt hot, I felt extremely uncomfortable, my heart felt like it was on fire, and this fire simultaneously
scorched my brain. I felt dizzy. My mind was blurred. I desperately tried to sort out my thoughts,
wondering, what secret could he possibly have?
Just then, taking advantage of my unpreparedness, my brother suddenly unbuckled my belt, and with a whoosh, pulled my pants and underwear down to below my thighs, 　　exposing
my buttocks, lower abdomen, and genitals . His sudden...
The situation terrified and filled me with shame. I hurriedly bent down
to pull up my pants.
As I bent over, disaster struck! My big, white buttocks popped up, exposing my entire bottom to
my brother. He pounced on me like a wild beast, grabbing me tightly from behind.
I don't know when he pulled his own pants down, but he pressed his crotch tightly
against my buttocks. His skin was smooth and delicate, and felt slightly cool.
His hard penis plunged into my butt crack... His lower abdomen pressed tightly
against my buttocks, his pubic hair tickling my bottom. He kept arching forward, making me
unsteady. I knew he was trying to insert his penis into my vagina, but because my buttocks were too big, his
penis simply wasn't long enough.
This sudden physical contact made me panic, a mysterious dizziness, a hazy spasm, and
my body went limp, my legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
I struggled to get up, but my body wouldn't obey me, and he quickly pushed me down onto my back again.
He was like a mad dog, on top of me... He held me tightly, pressing his chest against my
breasts, rubbing them back and forth. His buttocks bounced up and down, and he
thrust his hard little penis between my legs. He kissed me frantically.
I pushed him away, weakly saying, "Don't do this, little brother, please don't do this! I'm your
own sister! A little brother can't touch his sister! Mom will scold you, Dad will beat you, and the
villagers will laugh at you! You're morally corrupt, you've lost your humanity, you're inhuman! You'll be
struck by lightning!"
My little brother listened... Not only did he not stop, he became even more frenzied. While kissing me,
he haphazardly thrust his penis into my vagina, making me extremely uncomfortable.
My brother, panting, said, "I'll tell you this secret: you're not my biological sister. If you were,
I wouldn't be doing this to you. I only recently found out you're not my biological sister. If I had known earlier, I would have done it
to you long ago. These past few years have been so frustrating."
Hearing my brother's words, I was shocked. All the blood rushed to my head, and my vision blurred
. I tried to control my emotions and hurriedly asked... He said, "What are you saying? Are you crazy?"
He was panting heavily as he thrust his penis into my vagina, saying, "I'm not
crazy, I'm telling the truth. I heard people in our village talking about it behind my back, so I came back to ask my parents, and they
nodded. They even secretly told me not to tell you.
Now that I've told you, you have to pretend you don't know anything. Don't show it in front of my parents,
even though they're not nice to you, I'll be good to you, I'll protect you. Hurry up and let me fuck you, I'm so
impatient. You promised to fuck me, and I'll protect you from now on."
My younger brother looked anxious, almost pleading with me. He said, "I'll give you some good food, and I'll
ask Mom and Dad to buy you a new outfit. Mom and Dad always listen to me. In this family, I'm the boss
, you can see that, right?"
I pushed him away and said seriously, "Explain yourself clearly. What's going on?
If you don't explain, I absolutely won't let you have sex with me. If you explain, I'll let you have sex with me, you can have
as much as you want.
" My brother said anxiously, "Oh, my silly sister, all these years, haven't you noticed? Mom and Dad
are so good to me, how bad they are to you. Let me tell you, you're adopted. Your mother
was raped before she was married because she was pretty, and then you were born. To find a husband, she secretly gave you away
. Our family brought you back through a middleman."
I was still a little confused after hearing my brother's words, and hurriedly asked again, "Your father and mother don't
like me at all, so why did they bring me back?" "Since you already have a son like you, why did you adopt me?
Isn't that redundant?"
My brother said, "Dad and Mom have been married for many years but haven't had any children. They got anxious and wanted to adopt
, so they brought you back from another place. They liked you a lot at first, but
after bringing you home, Mom suddenly got pregnant and gave birth to me. Ever since I was born, they haven't been nice to you."
Hearing this, I was stunned, lying on the ground like a lump of mud. I understood everything. No wonder
my parents treated me so badly and without affection. No wonder they favored my brother so much. No wonder I did
n't look like anyone in their family. No wonder the villagers said, 'It's all thanks to me that he came into
this world.' So that's what happened." My usually optimistic self suddenly became gloomy and heartbroken. I never imagined I would have
such a background. My life is so bitter. What will I do in the future? How much longer can I stay in this family?
Thinking about this, I started to blame myself. I shouldn't have been so willful, shouldn't have argued with my parents so often, shouldn't
have complained so much about their favoritism towards my younger brother, and shouldn't have been so unreasonable. It seems I didn't consider myself an outsider,
thinking I was just being affectionate with the adults, thinking my
quick wit and sharp tongue would please them, but instead I got scolding and beatings from my parents. If I had known my true identity, I would have been more careful about my relationship with them and wouldn't have been so
talkative.
Just as I was feeling dizzy and disoriented from this sudden revelation of my true identity, my younger brother
took the opportunity to pry open my labia and forcefully insert his penis into my vagina, all the way to
the end. His little butt kept sticking out as he began to thrust in and out, his little penis going in and out of my vagina
several times already.
A sudden, burning pain at the entrance of my vagina snapped me back to reality. I realized my
brother had penetrated me, that I had been raped, that my hymen was broken,
that I had lost my virginity in that instant, lost the most precious thing a girl could have. I
was finished, I had lost my virginity, and now I'd have a hard time finding a partner. Who would want a piece of trash like me?
A surge of anger rose within me, and with all my might, I shoved him away.
I had intended to get up and kick him a few more times. But when I saw his condition, I was stunned.
My brother cried out and rolled to the side. His face was pale, his body convulsing, his limbs
flailing wildly, unable to speak, as if having a seizure. His penis was still hard, the glans swollen and
purple, covered in blood. A little white fluid was oozing from the urethral opening.
Then I suddenly remembered a story my neighbor girl had told me. It was about a man
having sex with his wife for the first time. Just as he was about to ejaculate, his wife, in unbearable pain from her ruptured hymen,
suddenly pushed him off. The man convulsed, turned pale, foamed at the mouth, and quickly
died.
People said it was because the sudden shock caused him to "return to his climax" and die. In the countryside, many people say
that when a man is about to ejaculate after inserting his penis into a woman's vagina, he
must not be startled. If he is startled at this moment, he will die.
Thinking of this, I panicked. I knew that if my brother died from "returning to his climax," my parents
would kill me. My brother was the heir of the Ma family line! What was I? I was adopted.
My parents wouldn't care if their adopted daughter was raped, but if their precious son died, I wouldn't be able to survive
.
Thinking of this, I don't know where the strength came from, I suddenly lunged forward, grabbed my brother's body
, and rolled him onto me. I spread my legs and tried to shove his penis into my vagina. I'd heard
that at this crucial moment, I had to find a way to get him inside and release the semen to save
his life.
But my brother lay on top of me like a lump of mud, completely unresponsive. I struggled for
a long time, but I couldn't get his penis into my vagina. In a moment of inspiration, I flipped him over and
laid him flat on the ground. I quickly squatted down on top of him, making sure his penis was erect and aimed at my vagina. I
held his penis with one hand and spread my labia with the other.
I sat down hard, but instead of getting it in, I just pushed it down.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I pounced on him and took his penis into my mouth. Then I moved my
head up and down, letting his penis go in and out of my mouth. I sucked his penis frantically.
Maybe his penis got harder, or maybe my saliva lubricated it. When I
spread my legs and squatted on top of him again, positioning his penis erect and aimed at my vaginal opening, I
sat down with my big buttocks, and his penis "slipped" into my vagina, all the
way in.
I hurriedly moved my buttocks up and down incessantly. I forgot my fatigue, I forgot the pain.
Pain overwhelmed me; I forgot shame, forgot everything. I felt like I was performing artificial
respiration on a dying patient.
Of course, I felt no comfort. Only tension, panic, a pounding heart, and the
rush of blood through my body. I was giving it my all.
My brother's stiff penis thrust in and out of my vagina, rubbing against me, gradually heating up.
His blood began to circulate, his essence began to regenerate. His body was reviving.
My brother finally opened his eyes, looking at me excitedly, and immediately grabbed my buttocks. At the same time, he
began to thrust his hips upwards forcefully, his penis penetrating even deeper into my vagina. I saw that he could move again.
I quickly got up and lay flat on my side, saying, "Come on, little brother, get on top of me. Do whatever you want."
He excitedly climbed on top of me, hugging me tightly. His little buttocks bounced up and down, and he thrust his
thick, hard penis into my vagina with all his might, each time going all the way in, getting thicker and
bigger each time. He thrust wildly for a while, and
the quiet field echoed with "squeak, squeak" sounds. That was the sound of my brother fucking me wildly.
Suddenly, my brother's whole body shuddered and convulsed, his penis jerking violently again. He shouted, "Big sister, I need to pee,
I need to pee, I can't hold it in anymore, what should I do?"
I quickly said, "Don't move, just pee into your belly, pee, pee as much as you want."
I heard him cry out "Ouch!" and a stream of hot fluid shot into my belly, warm and slightly burning
. At that moment, I completely forgot the pain and instead felt a kind of pleasure. He held me tightly,
his penis throbbing and pulsating against my body, his erection swelling repeatedly inside me
.
After a while, he let out a deep breath and said, "Oh my god, it feels so good, so incredibly good. My whole body
is numb."
I lay quietly on the ground, the clods of earth beneath me aching from the pressure. I looked up at the blue sky,
feeling less than the free-floating white clouds. They were so free, while I was suffering.
Tears streamed down my face.
My brother was on top of me, enjoying himself immensely, and I endured it without moving. After a long time, he finally rolled
off.
Seeing him get off me and start putting on his pants and fastening his belt, I stood up too. As I pulled
up my pants, I said to him sternly, "Remember, just this once. You're not allowed to do this with your sister again."
Although I'm not your biological sister, it wouldn't be good for anyone if this got out. If it weren't for your sudden
illness and life-threatening condition today, I would never have let you sleep with me.
My brother nodded and said, "Okay, I won't fuck you anymore, alright? Just now I acted impulsively, my lust
got the better of me, I lost control, and I was determined to have sex with you. After I penetrated you and ejaculated, I cooled down.
My mind cleared up. It didn't feel interesting anymore. I even felt a little regretful, thinking that even the most mysterious thing like 'fucking'
was nothing special."
Actually, I've heard people say that men are like that. When they want to sleep with a woman, their sexual urges
are like wild beasts, like madmen, they don't care about anything. They'd rather commit a crime. But after they succeed and ejaculate
, they immediately cool down. There's a sense of regret, and they feel it's meaningless.
But it won't be long before these men experience strong desires again, and it's an endless cycle; they
'll definitely want to do it again. If they didn't want to, they wouldn't be men. My brother said he wouldn't sleep with me anymore, but I
didn't believe him. Men get aroused at any time when they see a beautiful woman; they're not like animals with only two
heat cycles a year.
After being with him in our private plot, I had a burning, stinging sensation down there, which
took several days to subside.
From then on, I avoided him, not giving him
any opportunities. Although I knew that women also experience pleasure during intercourse, I was rational. I knew it was wrong
, and I knew it was dangerous.
First, it could easily lead to pregnancy. Second, if my parents found out, I would be a sinner; they would definitely scold
me for seducing their son. Third, if the villagers found out, my reputation would be completely ruined. It was, after all, immoral
. I still need to find a partner and get married.
It was another Sunday, and my mother said to me, "Dali, if you have time, go and tidy up the storage room
. It's too messy there; you can't even get in.
" I said, "Okay, I'll go right away." I hurried towards the storage room. I knew she would
scold me if I didn't go soon.
My younger brother suddenly said, "I'll go with my older sister too."
I quickly said, "You don't need to go, I can manage by myself. Don't come with me, you'll get in the way."
Mom also said, "It's very dirty in there, dust everywhere, and there are big rats. Besides, you can't do anything,
just let your older sister go alone."
My younger brother said, "No, I want to go!"
Before Mom could agree, he followed me to the storage room. I knew what he meant; I thought he
must be feeling lustful again. I started to feel uneasy. An ominous premonition rose in my mind
. I knew today was dangerous.
Upon arriving at the storeroom, my younger brother turned and closed the dilapidated door. He walked to my side and said mysteriously
, "Big sister, let me tell you a secret. The other day, you and Dad went to Auntie's in the city and didn't come back that night. Mom
slept with me in her arms. She held me very tightly, her body
pressed close to mine. Although Mom is very thin and doesn't have breasts, she is still a woman. She was
so close to me, with only a vest between us, that I got aroused, and my penis got hard. In the middle of the night, she fell asleep.
I secretly touched her breasts and her vagina.
Actually, Mom does have breasts, but they are small and shriveled, like a deflated balloon
, really weak. I touched her vagina, which was also loose and slippery. I immediately stuck
my fingers inside. I put two fingers in. Mom's vagina was sticky, wet, and hot."
It smelled so pungent, so foul, and a little fishy.
As I touched it, my penis became incredibly hard. I wanted to climb on top of her and penetrate her. My
heart pounding, I cautiously began to climb onto her. Once I was on top, I
slipped my penis under my mother's panties.
As I slowly guided my penis towards her vagina, she suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and asked,
"What are you doing?"
I quickly rolled to the side, pretending to be groggy, and said, "I don't know what happened. I was probably 'sleepyheaded
,' having a dream. I dreamt of a big, beautiful horse, and I climbed on top of her, wanting to ride
it. But then the horse stumbled, and I was thrown off, and it hurt so much!"
Mom mumbled sleepily, "Go to sleep, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing riding a horse like that..."
Hearing my brother's outrageous words, I glared at him and said, "You're such a bastard! How could you sleep with your own
mother? That's like being an animal! You have no humanity at all, and you still have the nerve to say that, don't you know shame?"
My brother said, "Yeah, I shouldn't have slept with my own mother. Afterwards, I immediately regretted it. I think I should
find a chance to sleep with my sister. My sister's big breasts and big butt are so much better than Mom's and Aunt's, it's like heaven and earth,
don't you think, sister ?
" He suddenly lunged at me to hug me, and I quickly braced myself against his chest, saying, "Wait,
you just said my sister's body is much better than Mom's and Aunt's, so does that mean you've even touched Aunt's?"
My brother blushed and then said, "Don't even mention it." My aunt was even thinner than my mother. She had no breasts at all
; her chest was flat like an airport runway. She had very little flesh on her thighs, and her legs could never close properly;
a fist could fit between them. However, my aunt was much more alert than my mother; she woke up at the slightest touch.
I never expected my younger brother to be so bold. No wonder there's an idiom, "lustful to the extreme." I said to
him, "You're such a slut. You want to sleep with women of all ages. If you can't hold back, I'll ask Mom
to find you a wife so you can sleep with her eight times a day.
" My brother said, "Distant water can't quench immediate thirst. I can't wait. I want to do it now. But I don't
want to sleep with just any woman. I only want to sleep with you. I only want to sleep with you. Good sister, let me do it one more time
. Killing someone is killing someone, saving someone is saving someone. You should be a good person to the end."
He suddenly hugged me tightly, pressing his chest against my breasts and kissing my
mouth frantically. His hands quickly slipped inside my clothes to grope my breasts.
He pushed me against a pile of burlap sacks in the corner and began tearing at my belt. I
dared not scream, afraid of disturbing my mother. I wanted to refuse, but I had no strength. I knew my
place in this family; if I screamed and alerted my mother, it would be troublesome.
My brother might turn on me, and I knew his true nature—ruthless and untrustworthy.
Besides, my parents were already unkind to me; if I offended my brother now, I wouldn't be able to
survive in this house. I might be kicked out, and I'd be homeless.
Now, all I could do was endure, endure, and take it one day at a time. I didn't know what the future held; I'd just have to take it one step at
a time. Anyway, my brother has already slept with me, so I'm no longer a virgin. What difference does one more time make? Besides
, a woman's private parts aren't anything to be cherished. One time or a hundred times is the same
; nothing's missing, nothing's damaged. If men like it, let them have their way, as long as I don't get pregnant
.
Seeing I didn't resist, my brother hurriedly unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my thighs
. He then lifted my clothes, exposing my breasts. He also pulled his pants down to
his thighs. I had no choice but to lean my buttocks against a sack full of soybeans, leaning back with my
legs spread wide. I felt like I had bowlegs because my pants were still gathered at my ankles.
My brother's penis was about to burst. He picked up that thing and tried to insert it into my vagina,
but after several attempts, it wouldn't go in. So he spread my labia, and I instinctively spread my legs further
to give him a better angle. Then he finally managed to insert his penis into my vagina. Honestly, even though he was
ugly, the moment it entered me, I felt incredibly good.
I couldn't help but moan, arching my back and instinctively hugging his body.
He held my buttocks tightly with both hands, his mouth constantly kissing mine, his penis
thrusting in and out of my vagina. I instinctively cooperated with him.
I lay beneath him, letting him do as he pleased. I stared at his face; he was already ugly, but now, with that excited,
lewd look, he looked even uglier, almost ferocious. My mind was a mess, and I felt a strange
mix of emotions—good, bad, happy, painful—I couldn't tell. My body quickly
became numb and limp.
While he was having sex with me, he kept saying, "Big sister, you have such a great body, your breasts are so big, your
pussy is so plump. The more flesh a woman has in her pussy, the more comfortable it is for us men to fuck her. Really, big sister, I really want to
fuck you. Really, when I put my dick in your pussy, it feels so good, it's amazing!" Ah
...ah...
He continued, "Fucking you is better than eating anything, better than playing anything, I don't care about anything else. I
don't want anything else, I just want you, ah...ah...good big sister, I just love fucking you! In the future, I'll
talk to my parents and marry you. That way I can fuck you every day. You're
prettier than all the girls in our village. You're sexier than those girls in the videos." ...
I coldly said, "Come on, there's no way we can be together. I can't marry you, and
your parents won't let you marry me. Even if we're having an affair, it's illegal sex. Now,
don't say anything more. After this, who knows what will happen next?"
My brother's penis kept thrusting in and out of my vagina, getting thicker and harder. He murmured
, "I'm not lying, sister, don't worry, I'm definitely going to marry you. I don't want any other girls." I just liked...
"I love fucking you, your little pussy is so tight. I'll never fuck anyone else in my life." He said, thrusting harder.
I knew he was really into me, so I had to say sweet words. I knew he wasn't saying
it, but his passionate enthusiasm still infected me. His rambling made my desire
rise. I slowly wrapped my arms around his buttocks, letting his cock penetrate deeper.
We were already enjoying this youthful, naive sex.
Suddenly, he mischievously pulled his cock out, held it in his hand, and stared at me. At that moment, I felt
incredibly empty inside, unbearably itchy. Looking at his hard, sticky, shiny thing,
I almost pleaded. I said softly, "Come on, bro, stop being naughty, just put it in already." My
lower body is so uncomfortable…
My brother chuckled lewdly, squeezing his wet, sticky cock, aiming it at my pussy and
thrusting it in hard again. This time it felt so good, “slip” all the way in. It felt so good,
I was in ecstasy at that moment. I clung tightly to his buttocks, afraid he would pull out again.
Don’t let my young age fool you, my brother is quite skilled. Sometimes he’s gentle, sometimes forceful, sometimes deep, sometimes
shallow, making me moan incessantly. My body writhed like a worm, waves of fluid gushing out, waves
of spasms washing over me. I felt like I was burning up and dying several times.
Accompanied by a very special kind of pleasure, I was incredibly excited. I couldn’t control myself and started talking to myself : Ah… ah… brother. Brother, look there, I’m coming, I’m coming again. It 　　came
so quickly . 　　My brother asked: What did you say, “Coming”? 　　I said, "I guess it's an climax, but it's a feeling, a special, unprecedented feeling of happiness. 　　It's come several times already, and I really can't take it anymore. When that feeling comes, it's both blissful and painful. I feel like I 　　'm going to die." 　　My brother said, "Big sister, you can't die! If you die, who will I fuck?" 　　I said, "Okay, stop talking. I won't die." 　　My brother got even more excited and fucked me even more violently. His penis thrust into my vagina again and again, his 　　penis thrusting upwards desperately, like an iron plow trying to pry open the earth. My body was being fucked so hard that it bounced up 　　and down on the sack. I felt my breasts swaying heavily on my chest. 　　Suddenly he stopped and said to me, "Big sister, I've seen videos where men 　　fuck women from behind a lot. Turn over, lie face down on the sack, and stick your beautiful big ass up 　　so I can fuck you from behind too. Let's both experience that foreign feeling." 　　His idea piqued my curiosity, so I obediently rolled over, lay face down on the sack, 　　and stuck my butt out. My younger brother spread my buttocks apart with his hands and started kissing my butt crack. His tongue licked 　　incessantly from inside to outside the crack, licking every part of my buttocks. It made me unbearably itchy and my 　　body writhed uncontrollably . 　　I asked my younger brother, "People in the village say my butt is too big, it must be ugly, right?" 　　My younger brother said, "Normally, your butt makes your pants bulge, so it doesn't look very good, but now that you've taken your pants off and it's all 　　exposed, it looks really good. It's big, beautiful, white and shiny, and lustrous. Actually, 　　the bigger a woman's butt, the more men like it. I've never seen such a beautiful butt before, it's like two big balls 　　. Your butt is prettier than my mother's and my aunt's." "Your ass is prettier than those foreign girls' asses in the videos," 　　he said. "I've secretly seen and even touched Mom's and Aunt's asses. Their asses are flat and 　　pointed, all bony, so ugly. They look like old ladies' asses. Neither of them is as pretty as yours 　　. Really, a man who sleeps with asses like theirs is unlucky, he'll never have sexual happiness 　　. If I slept with you and then had to sleep with either of them, I wouldn't be able 　　to get aroused." 　　He continued, "Ever since I peeked at you peeing and discovered your big ass, I 　　haven't slept well for several nights. I keep dreaming about fucking you. I try so hard to fuck your ass, but I can't get in. I 　　wake up and realize I've stuck my penis into the blanket. I ejaculate all my semen onto my own blanket, 　　soaking it completely." 　　My younger brother pressed his face tightly against my buttocks and began licking my genitals with his tongue 　　. I never imagined that a man's tongue could feel so good on a woman. His tongue was soft and 　　fleshy. When his tongue touched my labia and clitoris, I couldn't take it anymore, and my body convulsed 　　. 　　I started sweating, and my genitals were overflowing with fluid, soaking the sack. My brother said 　　, "Your big buttocks are so vivid, so prominent, I can't take it anymore." My penis was rock hard 　　, about to explode, I had to go in. 　　I said, "Then go in!" 　　I arched my already large buttocks even higher, and my brother spread my buttocks apart with both hands, aimed his penis 　　at my vaginal opening, and with a forceful thrust, he plunged in with a whoosh, completely submerged, hitting the very core. 　　My whole body went numb as if electrocuted. I can't describe the feeling. I felt my 　　large buttocks were pushing my brother's deeply inserted penis out again, so I tried to arch my back as hard as I could. 　　He thrust in forcefully, gripping my hips tightly and pumping relentlessly. His hands 　　were digging painfully into my hips. 　　He was incredibly strong; the muscles at the base of his penis slammed against my buttocks, and his 　　testicles pounded against my inner thighs, making a "smack, smack" sound. Hearing this sound 　　excited me even more, and I kept arching my back to sit closer to him. 　　He thrust and pumped rapidly and forcefully, faster and faster, more and more violently, 　　almost like a madman. It felt like he was flattening my large buttocks again and again, only to have them swell up again 　　and then flatten them again. 　　He kept muttering, "Ah, my good sister, ah, my dear big buttocks, I'm so happy."

Ah, white, full, plump, soft, I want to fuck it ten times after
just one time. Any man lucky enough to fuck my big ass once would gladly take a high-ranking official position. Ah, ah, ooh, ooh...
He muttered to himself as he increased his speed, faster and faster, more and more violently, almost frantically. Suddenly, he shouted loudly
: Ah... Sister, my good sister, your big ass is so good, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death,
fuck you to death, fuck you to death... Ah. Ah, my sister, my god, my heavens, my earth,
I'm going to die. I don't want to live anymore. Ah!
He shouted loudly for a while, then held my ass tightly and didn't move. His penis was swelling and throbbing inside my vagina
, and hot semen kept flowing into my vaginal canal. That hot semen felt like
it was cooking my uterus. His penis was swelling, and my vagina was contracting. What a feeling! It
was so good, so wonderful, so blissful.
I took a deep breath, moaning softly, feeling that this was the most beautiful moment of my life. At that moment,
I forgot everything. I forgot my suffering life; this brief sexual bliss seemed to mask all my misfortune.
Perhaps I was too young, too inexperienced, unaware of anything more blissful than this. So I mistook this dishonorable,
shameful, and discordant act for happiness.
My brother lay still on my back. I looked back; he was secretly laughing. I whispered, " You'll
behave once you've made that little thing out, won't you? Are you comfortable now? Are you happy?
Go ahead and do it again. Do that?
" I said, deliberately lifting my buttocks a few times.
My brother said, "Big sister, don't move. When you move your buttocks now, my penis feels sore and itchy; it
's not comfortable at all." I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore. I'm out of energy; I can't do it anymore. Maybe next time.
I said, "It's like nobody wants you to do this to them. There won't be a next time. Anyway, you've already ejaculated, so get off now
."
My brother said, "Just let me lie on your ass a little longer. Who knows, my dick might get hard again, and
we can do it again." "Ooh...ooh...so good.
" Hearing his "ooh," I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "Quick, get up, get up
! You screamed really loudly when you ejaculated. Mom must have heard you. She'll
come to the shed to see what's going on as soon as she hears you scream. We need to put our pants on quickly."
My brother swiftly pulled his penis out of my vagina and frantically started putting on his pants and fastening his belt.
But it was too late. The shed door was already open, and Mom was standing there angrily. My mind
went blank. I regretted forgetting everything when my brother and I were having sex. I guess 　　Mom arrived just in time
because she heard my brother scream .
I think Mom had already seen our crazy, ugly state of being intertwined. I think
if she hadn't been afraid of scaring my brother, she would have already rushed over and torn me apart
. At that moment, I was terrified and didn't know what to do, frantically pulling up my pants. My brother made a face and
slipped away from Mom, running away.
Before I could even pull my pants up, Mom pounced on me like a madwoman, grabbing my hair from behind and
pulling my neck backward like she was killing a chicken, making it hard for me to breathe. I thought if she
had a knife in her hand at that moment, she would have definitely cut my neck.
Mom used one hand to pull my hair, then swung her other arm and slapped me across the face
several times. She was really ruthless; I was immediately dizzy and disoriented, and
I could feel a burning pain on my face. I struggled to break free from her grasp, but
then felt a stinging pain on my scalp. Strange, she hadn't hit my head, so why
was I experiencing this inexplicable tingling?
I turned to look at her hand and saw she was clutching a thick strand of hair—my hair!
She had pulled out a lot of my hair. The strand was still in her hand.
I covered my face with one hand and rubbed my aching scalp with the other, but my pants weren't on yet, and
my buttocks were still exposed. I looked utterly pathetic.
My mother looked down and saw my buttocks, then raised her leg and kicked me hard. As she
kicked, she yelled, "I'll kick you to death! I'll kick you to death! See if you dare seduce my son again! See if you seduce my son again
! You little adulterous wife, you filthy whore, you vixen, you little slut!"
She continued yelling, "Don't you know he's still a child?" "He's only seventeen! How could you seduce
him into doing something like this? If you harm his body, affect his normal development, hinder his growth, or affect his
future marriage and children, I'll skin you alive! I'll pull out your tendons!"
I was filled with grievance and wanted to cry, but I knew crying was useless. With my mother's cruel and vicious nature,
even if I died, she wouldn't sympathize with me. Rather than endure it, I'd fight back—that's my nature. Anyway,
I'm often beaten, so I'm not afraid anymore. Thinking this, I suddenly stood up, pulled up my pants
, and angrily said while fastening my belt: "I didn't seduce him! It wasn't my idea! Your son
forced me! Let your son tell you the truth! Did I ask him to come and help me clean the warehouse, or did he want to come himself
? He can't do anything, so why did he come into the warehouse with me? Don't you, as his mother, know what his purpose is
? You should have stopped him then!
Ask your son again who laid hands on me first! Who pulled down my pants?" If you all
treat me like this, I'll go to the police station and report him as a rapist. There's still his semen stuck in my vagina,
it's all sticky. The police won't side with you; they know how to protect women and children, they'll put your
son in jail. Your son is an adult now. He's old enough to be sentenced. If he's sentenced
, his life is over, and you two can just stay home and cry.
Hearing this, my mother was stunned. She knew I wasn't just sharp-tongued and always argued logically,
and that I was very stubborn. I was also quite bold, but she never expected me to suddenly...
She had become so powerful. She wasn't afraid of anything anymore. She was stunned.
Seeing her mother helpless, I felt a sense of victory. I knew I was maturing
and daring to fight back.
I continued, "Alright, let's leave it at that. I won't let your son touch me again. You keep
an eye on him, don't let him act like a lecherous dog.
If this gets out, it won't be good for anyone. Your son will never find a wife, and the Ma family
will have no descendants! I don't care. If I can't find a husband, I'll find an old man. I refuse to believe no
one will want me. These days, there are leftover men but no leftover women.
I mean what I say. I've had enough of your bullying over the years. I can't endure
the humiliation of two generations of you." I turned and left. After all these years, I finally felt relieved. I
felt much better.
For several days, my mother didn't speak to me. I knew she hated me, but I also noticed she was somewhat afraid of
me. These past few days, my younger brother has been avoiding me, not daring to look me in the eye. Dad has asked me several times what's wrong, but I
haven't said anything. For the sake of the family's honor, I don't want anyone to know. Unless Mom and my brother tell him, but I
won't say anything.
After this incident, I hate Mom even more. I know Dad is alright to me, but
Mom is the one who calls the shots in this family. My relationship with Mom is getting increasingly tense. She ignores me, and I ignore her, but she's
just indifferent to me; she doesn't dare to yell or hit me like before.
When I calm down, I know things are bad. I know I can no longer
live in this family. Although they can't kill me, Mom's coldness sends
chills down my spine. How could I not see it when I'm so anxious? It's a silent expulsion. But where can I go
? With my shameful background, I can't even look for my parents.
For several days, I couldn't eat or sleep properly, and I lost a lot of weight. The harsh
reality was staring me in the face: what to do? For a young, helpless girl like me, it was an incredibly difficult
choice.
I was now eighteen, an adult, and if they really wanted to kick me
out, it would be perfectly reasonable. I had no way to defend myself, no one to turn to for help.
I had to make my own way. I calmly considered my future. So I started thinking about going
to the city to work and earn money to support myself. Maybe I could find a partner there, no matter how ugly or
old he was, as long as he treated me well and didn't mistreat me. That way, I'd have someone to rely on. After we got married, we could work together
to earn money and make a living, and then I could have a child with him…
Time waits for no one. I started taking action. For several days in a row, I started going in and out of villages and alleys, constantly
asking the neighborhood children about job openings in the city. To my surprise, they all said that
many places in the city—shops, restaurants, bathhouses, factories, etc.—were short of young women, and that they provided food, lodging, and
wages.
I made up my mind to find an opportunity to tell my mother. Even though they hadn't treated me well, they had raised me
for so many years, and I had to have a conscience; I should at least say goodbye before I left.
My mother quickly noticed my actions. She already knew I wanted to leave. Before I could even speak, she
spoke to me. And this time, her attitude was exceptionally kind, surprising me. She gently said to me: "
Hurry up and pack your things. Go to your aunt's house in the city tomorrow. Your aunt has given birth.
Go and take care of her child. Once the child is grown up, I'll ask your aunt to find you some work in the city
, and find you a good husband. After that, don't go back to the countryside." From childhood to adulthood, Mom has always felt guilty towards you. Now,
Mom also needs to help you plan for your future…
Hearing Mom's words, I cried. I had never seen her so kind. But I didn't know if she had truly
had a change of heart, or if she was afraid that once I found a job in the city, I wouldn't go back to looking after my aunt's child. If
I didn't go back to looking after my aunt's child, if I didn't take on this nanny job, it would create a huge
problem for them.
Because in this day and age, unless it's a close relative, no girl would be willing to be a nanny
. There are many adult women and elderly ladies who want to be nannies, but employers have to provide them with food, lodging
, and wages. This is not only very expensive, but also very worrying. If the employer
isn't around, who knows if they will abuse the child, frighten the child, or steal the child's food
? They might fatten up the nanny and starve the child.
Also, many older nannies take this job because their families are poor; they often steal things,
and some even steal money, making it difficult to guard against them. Some out-of-town nannies have even abducted and sold children.
Thinking about this, I realized my mother and aunt must have planned it all out;
I was the only suitable nanny for them.
Honestly, I don't like my aunt at all. I've found her temperament to be similar to my mother's—fierce, cruel,
unreasonable, always wanting to be in charge, and lacking any feminine gentleness. If it were just for my aunt and mother's sake,
I really wouldn't want to take care of her child. But I really like my uncle. From the first moment I saw him,
I liked him from the bottom of my heart.
I really don't understand how my aunt, who is so ugly and fierce, could find such a handsome, well-educated, and
refined man. Is it because he doesn't know my aunt well?
Actually, my aunt, like my mother, is thin and small. Her hair is somewhat yellowish, her face is fleshy,
she has triangular eyes, gray teeth, and slightly bowed legs, but not severely.
Her legs are very thin, with little flesh, and her entire lower body is like a withered tree branch. She
had no breasts, no buttocks, and was much shorter than me. Her eyebrows and pubic hair were sparse
. Her genital bone structure was very pointed and high, like a triangular brick. She
didn't look good in pants at all.
If a man were to lie on top of her, her private area would prick and hurt, causing great discomfort.
If a man were to do *that* to her, he probably wouldn't dare exert any force, afraid of
hurting her hard pubic bone. I imagine if a man were on top of her, it would feel like lying on frozen soil, hard and unyielding. If a
man were to hold her, it would feel like holding a bundle of sunflower stalks—thin, hard, and prickly.
As the men in the village would say: "A woman like her, even if you threw her on the street, nobody would want to sleep with her.
" I know the villagers say this about her not only because my aunt isn't good-looking, but mainly because she's unpopular
. She came from the countryside, but she's extremely arrogant and always looks down on rural people. Every time she comes back, she
's haughty and pretentious. Her speech has also become like that of a big city person.
However, my aunt is very good at dressing up; her clothes are very sophisticated, and at first glance, she has a certain elegance. She exudes a kind of witty charm
. She's the kind of clever woman who, upon closer inspection, doesn't hold up to scrutiny. Nothing about her is attractive. My
aunt was very capable; she actually got into a medical university and, after graduation, was assigned to work as a doctor in the city, where she became
quite well-known.
My aunt had very high standards; after graduation, she wanted to marry a government official, but she hadn't found one yet. She
was already twenty-nine, and waiting any longer wouldn't be good; her youth would pass, and fine wrinkles were already appearing at the corners of her eyes.
So, she concealed her age, saying she was twenty-six, and started dating a handsome twenty-six-year-old man.
This handsome man's name was Ji Feng; he was a music teacher who loved to sing and dance, and was also very talented,
enjoying writing poetry and even publishing articles in national journals.
How could such an outstanding man be interested in my aunt? It turned out that when Ji Feng was hospitalized in their hospital, my aunt took very good care of him, 　　providing him with a lot of help
in various ways .
After that, when other members of Ji Feng's family fell ill, they were all hospitalized at his aunt's hospital.
His aunt took meticulous care of them.
To be honest, his aunt's medical skills weren't very high, but she was very good at networking. She was always running around, running errands
, fetching medicine, delivering meals, picking up doctors, and finding nurses. It seemed she was very influential at the hospital,
and many medical expenses were waived during their hospitalization and treatment. This made Ji Feng's parents feel that
having such a daughter-in-law would be very beneficial to the health of the whole family.
Seeing that the time was right, his aunt asked someone to act as a matchmaker for Ji Feng's parents. Ji Feng was initially hesitant,
but under his parents' persuasion, he agreed to date his aunt. Because her image was that of a good worker
, with strong social skills, warm and friendly, and shrewd in handling affairs.
Although Ji Feng was handsome, he was arrogant and never actively pursued girls, always waiting
for a beautiful girl to pursue him. The beautiful girls in his life, like him
, also waited for men to pursue them; they would never stoop to pursue boys. Therefore,
his uncle had never been with a beautiful girl before.
When his ugly aunt made her move, when his withered aunt threw herself into his arms, he quickly
surrendered. They had sex within a few days of meeting, all initiated by his aunt. Because
Ji Feng had never had sex with another girl, he didn't know what it was like to have sex with a woman.
So when his aunt offered herself to him, when she lay naked before him
, he was still aroused. He quickly climbed on top, and when he pressed the withered old aunt down beneath him,
he felt quite comfortable and pleasured. It was his first time, just like when I was first raped by my younger brother.
Even though he was ugly, it was still my first time, and the feeling was good. We had no idea that
"there are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens."
Sadly, when Ji Feng and his aunt had their first time together, she didn't bleed. She lied,
saying she liked sports in school, so her hymen broke prematurely.
Ji Feng, experiencing a woman for the first time, was so excited that he didn't pay attention to the hymen issue.
But that wasn't the case at all; his aunt loved to lie. I knew she
had several boyfriends in college. Despite her thin frame, she was quite adept at manipulating men. During the holidays, she
even brought a boyfriend to our house, and she and that male classmate lived together.
I secretly saw my aunt and that male classmate hugging and kissing many times, their hands groping each other
's pockets. I also secretly witnessed them having
sex on our kang (heated brick bed) several times. Although my aunt was petite and not particularly attractive, she was quite skilled in bed, and her moans were
very pleasant. Perhaps this skill somewhat compensated for her thin frame
.
Later, I heard that the boy had a girlfriend back in the countryside and couldn't break up with her, so he couldn't marry my aunt.
My aunt flew into a rage and had a huge fight with him. She even slapped him several times. I know my aunt's
character; when she gets angry, she's like a madwoman, fearless of anything. So, they
broke up.
After graduating, my aunt was assigned to work as a doctor in the city. She dated many men, but none of them were successful. People
said that my aunt's standards were too high; she always wanted to find a man with excellent qualities in every way—good character, good looks, talent, and social status
. But where can you find a perfect man? Probably never. That would be like choosing
a prince consort! There aren't many women in the world who can get such a man.
So my aunt "lowered" her standards. As long as he was handsome, talented, and had a stable job, that would be fine. Coincidentally, Ji
Feng, a handsome and talented man, was hospitalized there, and she got her hands on him. Ji Feng and my aunt quickly had
a relationship. At first, my aunt was very obedient and tender towards him. But after they had sex
, my aunt seemed to have gained leverage, and her temper immediately changed. She began to gradually try to control him.
My aunt is very narrow-minded, has a strange temper, and is inherently suspicious. She doesn't allow my uncle
to have any contact with or speak to any woman. If they walk down the street, she
won't tolerate even a glance from my uncle at a girl; he'll immediately start a huge argument with her. If any familiar girl shows interest or warmth...
When a girl greeted her uncle, her aunt dared to call her a "slut" and a "cheating wife" to her face
. Her aunt was truly capable of such things. No wonder some called her a "she-devil."
Soon, everyone knew that the handsome Ji Feng had been held hostage by a she-devil. No woman dared to
approach him anymore. Ji Feng lost his freedom. He lived entirely under that she-devil's surveillance.
One night, Ji Feng was on duty at school, and his aunt jumped over the school wall to secretly monitor
him.
The school principal, thinking she was a student who hadn't attended evening self-study, arrested her
. Upon questioning her in the duty room, he learned she was Ji Feng's girlfriend. The principal was both amused and exasperated, and simply
let them go home together. Ji Feng felt that his aunt had embarrassed him. He grew tired of his aunt's personality and
proposed breaking up with her.
Ji Feng's words were like stirring up a hornet's nest; his aunt flew into a rage. She told Ji Feng: "You think you
can just use me and then throw me away? Don't even think about it! I'm pregnant. The child in my belly is yours.
Now you have no choice but to marry me. You can forget about finding another woman. If you don't marry me,
I'll go to your workplace every day and cause trouble, I'll go to your classroom and make sure you can't teach your students.
During your morning exercises, I dare to rush onto the stage, I dare to expose you in front of the entire school,
I'll say you're a heartless man who abandons his wife, that you used me and got me pregnant, and now you want to dump me.
That way, your reputation will be ruined. You'll be condemned by everyone and die without illness. You won't be able to go to
work, you won't be able to transfer to another unit. Everyone will know about your bad behavior, and no unit
will dare to hire you. Believe me, I can completely destroy you." "I'll make you infamous for eternity."
Ji Feng hesitated. He never expected to encounter such a ruthless woman. He regretted
having sex with her so early. He didn't know how to deal with this cunning, eccentric, suspicious, and shrewish
woman. Just as he was caught in a dilemma, his aunt quickly changed her tune.
She suddenly knelt down, hugged Ji Feng's legs, and wept bitterly, saying how much she liked him, how much she loved him,
even more than her own life. She said that the reason she was monitoring him was because she loved him too much and couldn't bear to leave him, fearing that other women would steal him away. She also recounted how she took care of him when he was hospitalized and 　　how much she had sacrificed
for the rest of their family . 　　My aunt also mentioned that she was pregnant, in her "pregnancy period," and experiencing severe morning sickness. She was 　　constantly nauseous and vomiting, almost bringing up bile, which explained her bad temper and frequent 　　arguments with him. She begged Jifeng for forgiveness, saying that all women experience this during their pregnancy and that it 　　would pass. She promised not to overly control his freedom. 　　Finally, persuaded by Jifeng's family, he softened and gave in, and they got married. 　　I remember my parents and younger brother went to the wedding. Many other people from the village also attended, 　　but I was left behind to look after the house. I felt this was unfair, especially after they returned from the wedding. Everyone in the village 　　said that my aunt's husband was incredibly handsome, a real heartthrob, and that marrying my aunt was a "waste 　　. " People used to say, "A hero never has a good wife." 　　So I kept thinking about it, always wanting to see what my uncle-in-law looked like. 　　Later, my dad took me to the city, and we even stayed overnight. Finally, I saw 　　him! He was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. His voice sounded like a broadcaster's 　　. Not only was he handsome, but he also sang beautifully and played the piano well. He was witty and humorous, and loved telling 　　jokes. 　　The day my dad and I went happened to be the day of the "Youth Singer Competition" in the city, and my uncle-in-law was participating. 　　My dad and I went to watch the competition and cheered him on. 　　He actually won first prize in the bel canto category! Many girls stared at him with wide eyes, and some even 　　went on stage to get his autograph. 　　My uncle came down from the stage and sat down next to my dad and me. He excitedly put his arm around my shoulder and asked, "How 　　was it, Dali? Your uncle sang pretty well 　　, right?" I clapped my hands happily and said, "Great! Fantastic! I'm so envious!" I excitedly shook his 　　arm. 　　Seeing my uncle and me sitting together, chatting and laughing, the girls around us started to envy me. They all 　　looked at me with envious eyes, and I felt very happy and proud. I took the opportunity to lean my head on my uncle's shoulder, deliberately 　　showing off my superiority in front of the girls. I was incredibly happy at that moment. 　　The competition ended, and my dad, uncle, and I walked home chatting and laughing. I carried my uncle's 　　glass trophy and red certificate, intentionally or unintentionally fiddling with them, showing them off, attracting 　　the attention of passersby. I had only one thought in my mind: to tell my aunt the good news as soon as possible, to make her happy 　　. I thought my aunt would definitely cook something delicious to celebrate that night. I walked quickly, leaving my dad and uncle 　　behind. 　　But when I got home, my aunt already knew everything about the singing competition. Even more unexpectedly, she 　　flew into a rage, smashing the glass trophy that my uncle had won first prize and tearing up the certificate 　　. She pointed at my uncle's nose and called him a "slut," a "whore," a "womanizer 　　," a "show-off," and accused him of participating in the competition just to seduce other women. She said he wanted 　　to find a better woman to dump my aunt and that she was already tired of her. 　　I was truly stunned. I couldn't understand my aunt's behavior. I felt very sorry for my uncle; I thought my aunt 　　had gone too far. It was so unreasonable. Young people should be happy singing and dancing. I really regret not having 　　music, so why would my aunt object? It's so strange. No, that shouldn't be the case. Having such a talented, charming 　　, and handsome husband is such a blessing for my aunt. 　　How happy a girl would be to walk down the street arm in arm with such a handsome man! 　　My uncle sat on the sofa, head down, saying nothing. He seemed very sad and angry.

I really wanted to comfort him, but I was afraid of my aunt's fierce appearance. I was afraid she would accuse me of siding with my uncle,
so I didn't dare to move. I just secretly stared at his face.
My aunt made a scene for a long time, still not giving up. She ordered my uncle to never participate in any cultural
activities again. She said that if it happened again, she would rush onto the stage and pull him off, embarrassing him and making him
lose face in public. In front of my father and me, my aunt even used a kitchen knife to chop my uncle's accordion into pieces. If
my father hadn't held her, and if I hadn't rushed up and taken the knife away, my uncle's accordion would have been ruined
. My aunt is really fierce.
Actually, my aunt's tyranny was all expected. I've known since I was little that she's a fearless, audacious
, vicious, cruel, and unreasonable woman. But my uncle has a really good temper. He sat there quietly
, his hand on his head, without saying a word. My dad and I started trying to persuade my aunt, telling her to be forgiving and
to understand and support my uncle's work. But my aunt
was incredibly stubborn, irrationally so. Not only did she not change her mind, but she also ignored our
advice and started making phone calls, trying to find connections to transfer my uncle to a government job, preventing him from continuing
as a music teacher. My uncle, however, didn't want to work in a government office; he was very passionate about his music career. Finally, he
started arguing with my aunt.
My dad and I rushed to break it up, but my aunt acted like a madwoman, not only hurling insults but also grabbing a
shovel to attack my uncle. My dad stopped her in the end. I never imagined a woman could be so vicious!
My uncle was also impulsive at the time. He rushed forward to fight my aunt. I quickly rushed over and hugged
him tightly. Looking up at his face, which was pale with anger, I felt very sorry for him.
I hugged him tightly and whispered, "Uncle, please, don't be like my aunt. You
're a man, she's a woman. She has a bad temper, she's immature. You're a magnanimous person, please be respectful. Today,
I saw that you were very rational from beginning to end. Your behavior really impressed me and made me like you. Please be a good person to
the end, please. I hope you won't ruin your good image in my heart with your reckless behavior."
Hearing my words, my uncle was stunned. He stared at me with wide eyes, seemingly unable to believe that these words
came from the mouth of a little girl. Seeing that my uncle had fallen silent... I was secretly pleased, because I had read
many books, and whenever a crucial moment came, those perfect words would float into my mind, then
flow out smoothly through my tongue.
Perhaps this was a talent.
My uncle stared intently at me, patted my head, and gave a wry smile.
Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently stroked them, as if saying, "Dali is so sensible,
much better than your aunt." His gaze softened. His eyes were so beautiful.
At that moment, my arms were still tightly wrapped around his body. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. Our four big
eyes met, and I felt a happiness and joy I had never felt before.
Dad had never been so rational before. He said to his aunt in a serious tone, "Auntie, I
think you're in the wrong today. Her husband is a music teacher; participating in the singing competition is his job
, and I heard he'll get a raise if he wins the certificate. You shouldn't treat him like that. I think you're being unreasonable
. You're just like your older sister. You two are the same—both are unreasonable and argumentative.
If both husband and wife lived like you, it would be terrible.
Besides, Dali and I came to visit today. Don't you like us coming to your house?
You're making such a scene in front of us, all red-faced and shouting. Are you trying to kick us out? Don't you want
us to stay here? If you're not welcome, just say so. We'll walk back
to the countryside now. " "It's alright if I don't stay at your house,"
Auntie finally calmed down a bit. She said, "I wasn't targeting either of you
." Dad said, "Even if you were targeting her husband, it's still not right, it's too much."
Auntie said, "What do you know? I miscarried this morning. I've been lying in the hospital all day and no
one has come to take care of me. I was suffering in the hospital, and he went up on stage to sing. Do you think I felt comfortable? How could I not be angry
?"
I felt that Auntie knew she was in the wrong, so she started making up stories and lying. I knew she was the most adaptable
and the most capable of lying. Who knows if she was actually pregnant or had a miscarriage? I just didn't believe it.
A woman who can be so fierce after a miscarriage is practically insane.
I know Auntie's nickname in the countryside is "King Ma, King Yama"—no one dares to mess with her. Poor
Uncle, you've really fallen for her. It's true what they say, a hero never has a good wife.
It was late at night, and I was still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought about leaving
this small village for the city tomorrow. I thought about seeing my uncle-in-law, about living with him, and
what that life would be like—sweet or bitter? How long would it last? I couldn't imagine.
My parents and younger brother were all fast asleep, snoring loudly. Even the village dogs were quiet. Except for
the occasional croaking of frogs and chirping of crickets from the distant fields, there was no other sound. The night
was utterly still.
I don't know when, but I finally drifted off to sleep, and I even had a dream. I dreamt that my uncle-in-law
and aunt-in-law divorced. My uncle-in-law married a very beautiful young woman, much younger than him.
She looked very familiar, and then I realized—it was me!
On our wedding night, I took off all my clothes and lay in bed with my uncle. He held me, touching
my breasts and buttocks, and even reached out to touch my vagina. Looking at his handsome face and his fit
body, I felt incredibly happy.
I nestled naked in his arms, enjoying his embrace. Although he was nine years older than me,
he seemed much better than those young boys. He was multi-talented; he could speak, write, sing, and dance. He was healthy,
handsome, and had a stable job. My ugly younger brother couldn't compare to him at all.
I touched my uncle's hard, big penis and said, then looked up at him and said, "Come on, uncle, fuck me.
I've been waiting for this day for so long. Although I'm much younger than you, I'm willing, I'm willing myself. I
'm giving you my body. Although I don't have a job and can't earn money,
I'll cook for you, wash your clothes, and have your children. I'll definitely take good care of you, and I'll
let you fuck me anytime. I believe my body is much better than your aunt's. Look how beautiful my breasts are, look
how big my ass is, look how sexy my whole body is."
My uncle really started touching my body and said, "Yes, your body is much
better than your aunt's. It's my blessing to hold such a sexy girl like you in my arms. I like you very much too.
You're not only young and beautiful, but also very intelligent. I still remember what you said when you tried to mediate between your aunt and me.
I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful and articulate."
I nestled in his arms, acting coquettishly, and said, "I don't have any fancy ideas or high standards. I just like you from the bottom of my heart.
I'm saying it from the bottom of my heart. I fell for you the first time I saw you, and I've always dreamed of
marrying you when I grow up. Today, I've finally waited for this day."
My uncle embraced me warmly, and I laid my body flat, spreading my legs. He
climbed on top of me, pressing his heavy weight onto me. He slowly inserted his huge penis into my vagina
. His body was so good; his penis was so big and hard, filling my vagina completely, leaving no gaps
.
I felt so good, so happy, so blissful. I hugged my uncle's buttocks
tightly, pulling him even deeper into my vagina, making his huge penis penetrate even further.
Suddenly, my uncle pulled out his huge penis and shouted angrily, "You, you're not a virgin! I can't have you!
Get out of here!"
I clung to my uncle's body, crying and calling out. I woke up with a start, my tears soaking the pillow
. My sobs had soaked my shorts.
I couldn't fall back asleep. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the ticking of the alarm clock, the
even breathing of my mother, father, and brother, and the occasional chirping of frogs and crickets from the distant fields. The night was so
long… I was leaving this remote little village tomorrow, and I was really reluctant to go, but I had to go
. I couldn't stay here any longer.
I felt like my uncle was anxiously waiting for me.
Around dawn, I fell asleep again. And I slept soundly. My mother's usual hoarse
shouts woke me: "Dali, get up and eat! We'll miss the bus!" I hurriedly got up
, dressed, and ate. Before I'd even taken a few bites, I put down my bowl and ran with my mother to the village entrance. Luckily, we caught
the bus to the city.
I finally managed to squeeze onto the bus, but before I could even wave to my mother, the doors closed and the bus started
moving. I was squeezed into the aisle in the middle of the bus, which reeked of sweat and mud.
Our village doesn't have a bus stop; we just wait at the village entrance, and when the bus stops, we get on. There are usually no seats
, and it's incredibly crowded. Right now, I was pressed against by men all around me. One man in front of me kept
pressing against my breasts, another behind me kept bumping into my buttocks, and men on either side were
leaning against my arms.
As the bus moved, they used the swaying motion to repeatedly bump against my breasts and buttocks. I
couldn't even turn around. It was so annoying! Did these men find it comfortable to be next to me? I
just couldn't understand it.
The bus finally entered the city and stopped at the station. I eagerly squeezed off the bus, while those men
lingered there, staring at me with longing, which amused me. They were probably still savoring
the feeling of their earlier attempts to touch my buttocks and breasts.
My aunt and uncle had been waiting for me at the station with their child. My uncle was as handsome as ever, exuding
elegance and charm. He was 180 cm tall, with a straight back, and his large, bright eyes
stared intently at me. When our eyes met, my face suddenly burned, and I quickly
looked away.
I felt he was looking at my breasts and buttocks, and at the same time, I noticed many women's eyes constantly
drifting towards my uncle. My aunt was busy greeting us and didn't notice any of this. If she had discovered these women staring
at my uncle, she said she would have lost her temper again.
My uncle, as always, was humorous. He chuckled and said to me, "Finally, the nanny is here! It's been years since I've seen her.
Ma Li has grown into a beautiful young woman, taller, with a perfect figure, and a pretty face—she's like a fairy!
But the only flaw is her teeth…a little yellow."
I tilted my head and glanced at him sideways, saying, "You're really a teahouse reject—you always bring up the wrong thing.
As long as I can take good care of the child, what do you care about my yellow teeth? I'm fine with yellow teeth, as long as they don't cavities. Besides,
my teeth aren't really that yellow, just a few yellow marks. Who can see that clearly like you?"
My uncle said, "This nanny has quite a sharp tongue. She looks like your mother, and also like your aunt."
I thought to myself, "I'm not like them. First, we're not related by blood. Second, I'm a reasonable person,
while my aunt and mother are the kind of unreasonable and argumentative women."
I went over and took my aunt's child for a closer look. I was stunned. The girl was really ugly,
just like my aunt and my younger brother. She had small, triangular eyes, high cheekbones
, and was very thin. Her hair was yellowish and sparse. She looked like a withered little radish, not at all fresh. My heart
sank. I didn't like the child because she looked very much like my aunt's family, but not like my uncle at all
.
I had thought their child would be so beautiful. Oh, what a pity… I thought if my uncle and I
had a child, it would definitely be exceptionally beautiful, like a mixed-race child. I thought if my aunt agreed,
I would have one for him. Thinking this, I smiled shyly to myself; it was truly a pipe dream.
My uncle's house was a two-room bungalow. Upon entering, there was a large living room, a kitchen at the back, and a bedroom on the left.
There was a small, partially made earthen bed in the bedroom, and a small bed by the south window. I knew that was for me;
it seemed I would have to sleep in the same room as them, mainly for the convenience of taking care of the child at night.
This little room made me feel both warm and constrained. Warm because being able to live with this handsome man
comforted my empty, girlish spirit. Constrained because what if they had sex?
What if I changed my clothes? I was afraid he would see my body, yet I also hoped he would.
My aunt changed me into a set of clothes that city girls wore. It was the first time I had ever worn new
clothes in my life. I knew she wouldn't pay me, so this outfit was just a greeting gift. I let out a long
sigh, feeling a little sad.
My uncle made me put on my aunt's high heels, then looked me up and down, saying my hair was too
old-fashioned and unfashionable. He even tried to cut it for me. I looked at my aunt shyly. She said, "Just
let him cut it for you. He's very skillful; he can do everything. He cut my hair too. He can even do my hair and
makeup."
I know many music teachers often style girls' hair and makeup for performances.
My uncle gave me a very short, choppy haircut, applied some lotion-like stuff, and
dried it with a hairdryer, making my hair stand up, with a few strands sticking to my face.
I felt like a little madwoman, but my aunt and uncle both said it was trendy. My uncle looked at me and said, "Now
you feel much better, even prettier than the girls in the city, but it's a pity your teeth... are a bit yellow."
I mischievously glared at him and said, "If you think my teeth are yellow, then don't look."
My uncle turned and walked out the door. I thought he was angry, so I said to my aunt, "Did I make him
angry?" My aunt said, "He's not angry at all, he won't get angry."
Sure enough, my uncle came back in a moment later, holding a hacksaw blade. I watched as he
snapped the blade in half and said to me, "Come here, I'll use this blade to scrape your teeth, I think it can
get rid of all the yellow stuff."
I looked back at my aunt, who said without hesitation, "Just let him shave you. He can do everything; he
's a jack-of-all-trades."
I stood awkwardly opposite my uncle, a little nervous because we were so close, and
I was afraid my breasts would touch him.
My uncle joked, "What's wrong with you? Are you stupid? Open your mouth!"
I snapped out of it and quickly opened my mouth wide. He then gently scraped my teeth with the hacksaw blade
. My teeth felt sore and itchy, a piercing ache that I could barely bear it.
But when I saw my uncle's handsome face, I felt a strange pleasure, and I persevered
. We were standing face to face, very close. If I leaned forward, my breasts
would touch his chest. I really wanted to hug him.
I wished someone would walk by and bump into him or me,
so our bodies would press together, and who knows, he might grab me. I took the opportunity to fall into his arms
. What would that feel like? It must have been wonderful.
I don't know how long he shaved, but my uncle's arms were sore, and his forehead was sweating. I noticed his face
had turned pinkish-white, his eyebrows looked even darker, and his eyes were brighter. Was he a little nervous too?
His breath brushed against my face again and again, warm and sweet. I really wished I
could stand face to face with him forever.
But he stopped. He said, "We'll continue when we have time. I have to go cook now." He walked towards the kitchen
.
I looked in the full-length mirror and saw that my teeth were indeed much whiter. Only a few yellow marks remained. If
I looked at them from a little distance, I had a set of white teeth. I felt an indescribable joy, realizing
how much prettier I looked. A girl's teeth really are crucial. At that moment, I was truly grateful to my uncle-in-law, so I hurriedly
said, "Uncle-in-law, let me help you cook."
My uncle-in-law said, "Since I got married, I've been cooking all by myself. Today, I finally have a helper—no,
a little housekeeper."
I was very quick and efficient, washing rice, washing vegetables, lighting the fire, collecting the coal, and adding water.
I did everything before my uncle-in-law, as if I were competing with him. My uncle-in-law looked at me with satisfaction and said, "Ma Li
is really good at housework."
Their kitchen was very small, just a narrow strip. Two people passing each other would bump into
each other, so you had to walk sideways. When he walked in front of me, he would touch my breasts; when he walked behind me,
he would touch my buttocks. Every time he touched me, I was very happy. At first, he was unconscious, but later I gradually realized that he was deliberately
touching my breasts and buttocks. I secretly observed the expression on his face, and when his body touched my breasts
, his reaction was also very strong.
Yes, a man who, from falling in love to getting married, has always been embracing a withered woman, now seeing my
plump body, how could he not be tempted?
I noticed him staring at my breasts and buttocks from time to time, his eyes starting to show a look of infatuation, and his mind
briefly becoming blank. At this time, he would habitually shake his head, as if trying to shake something out of his head
, and then start working. I pretended to be innocent and stared at my uncle-in-law, asking, "
Why do you keep shaking your head? Is there something wrong with your head?"
My uncle-in-law laughed, looked at my face, and said, "My head isn't sick. This action is a way of releasing
, to shake off some inappropriate thoughts."
I hurriedly asked, "What inappropriate thoughts are in your head? Can you tell me?"
My uncle-in-law said, "You're still young, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Men's thoughts are sometimes very strange. Sometimes
they like things they shouldn't like and things that don't belong to them, so they have to get rid of those thoughts in time
, like this, by shaking their heads."
Although his words confused me, I still understood most of it, and I knew how he felt about me.
It was wonderful; he was admiring my breasts and my buttocks. Because my aunt didn't have breasts or a buttocks. I
was secretly pleased. I knew it was better for a woman to have breasts and a buttocks.
My uncle was also quite amusing. If my aunt was around, he would keep a distance from me; if she
wasn't, he would deliberately touch me, sometimes my breasts, sometimes my buttocks.
Sometimes he would pass by me, seemingly afraid of touching my body, seemingly pushing me away with his hands, but
I could feel him taking the opportunity to caress my shoulders or waist. And his hands would even pinch me
hard, which felt very comfortable.
Sometimes he would say I was in his way and asked me to move aside, deliberately putting his arm around my slender waist, moving my body
from one position to another, his hand almost touching my buttocks. I knew that being able to
touch any part of my body was a satisfaction for him, because my figure
was plump, while my aunt's was thin.
These days I felt very happy. This little kitchen felt like our paradise. The crowded, bumping
sensations made my blood boil, filled me with endless sweetness, and kept me awake all night. I often relived
the places my uncle had touched. Each touch thrilled me.
One day, my uncle said he wanted to improve my meals, so he bought two fish from the market and put them in a
basin in the kitchen. I stood by the basin, carefully observing the fish, and then said to my uncle, "Uncle,
what are you looking at these two fish for?"
My uncle pressed close to me from behind, leaning over my shoulder to look into the basin. I felt his
body pressed tightly against my back, his lower body touching my buttocks. Even through my
clothes, I could feel the warmth of his flesh, and I was overjoyed.
I knew he could have stood beside me to watch, but why did he choose to press himself against me from behind
? Why did he lean over my shoulder? I thought he must want to touch my buttocks with his front
.
Really, his entire front was pressed against my buttocks, and he seemed a little breathless. He whispered in my
ear, "Silly child, you don't understand anything. Those two fish are mating."
As he spoke, he placed his hands on my waist, and I felt them on my buttocks. I could feel
his hands trembling slightly; I knew he panicked the moment he touched me. I deliberately
smiled and shifted back a little, my buttocks brushing against his groin…
If my aunt hadn't called out from inside that the baby had peed, I think he would have hugged me tightly
. Maybe he would have kissed me.
During the day, they all went to work. I took care of the baby alone, feeding him on time, because my aunt
's breasts were very dry and she had never produced milk, so the baby was entirely formula-fed. I'd heard my mother say that
my aunt had a bad temper, often argued with her colleagues at work, and always wanted to be the best at everything. She was also too ambitious
and always wanted to be a leader. This competitive and fiery personality affected her milk supply.
I looked down at my own breasts; they were several times larger than my aunt's, and my buttocks were several sizes bigger.
No wonder my uncle would always intentionally or unintentionally touch me when we were busy in the kitchen. I savored the memory of my uncle touching
my breasts and buttocks, feeling a sweet, warm, and burning desire rising within me…
That evening, my aunt went to the hospital for her shift; the doctors and nurses took turns.
My uncle was reading under the light. Looking at his handsome face and dashing figure, a strange feeling
welled up inside me. Just as she put down her book and stretched out her arms, I hurriedly said, “Uncle, could you scrape
my teeth again? Some of the yellow hasn't been cleaned properly. Have you forgotten about me?” “Didn't you
say you'd continue scraping them when you had time when I first arrived?”
My uncle said, “It's not clear under the light at night. Let's do it during the day.”
I quickly said, “Isn't this light very bright?”
My uncle said, "The light shines down on our heads. If we stand under the light,
the light can't get into our mouths, so it's dark and we can't see anything."
I quickly said, "Then I'll lie on my back on the kang (heated brick bed) and open my mouth. Then the light will shine on my
teeth, right?"
My uncle said, "Then try lying on the kang."
I quickly lay down on the kang, face up, mouth open. My uncle leaned over to my side
, staring blankly at me. I realized he wasn't looking at my mouth, but at my breasts, my genitals, and
my plump thighs.
I quickly said, "How is it, Uncle? Are my teeth clear now?"
My uncle quickly said, "Ah... ah, right, they're okay."
I quickly said, "Then hurry up and find a saw blade to scrape them for me."
My uncle picked up half a saw blade and began to move closer to me. I could feel his even breathing. He
started scraping my teeth. But his movements were uncomfortable because he was on my side, unable to exert any
force. He couldn't sit, squat, or lie down comfortably; his elbows had no support.
I quickly said, "Are you uncomfortable? Can't you use your strength?"
My uncle said, "Yes, if it were daytime, I could stand opposite you and use both hands to hold the saw blade horizontally
to scrape from top to bottom, which would be very convenient. Now you're lying down, and I'm leaning over you, at an angle, it's really awkward."
I said, "How about I stand up, and you stand opposite me?"
My uncle said, "Then I won't be able to see your teeth, and it will scrape your gums until they bleed."
Suddenly, an idea came to me, and I said to my uncle, "I've got it! I'll lie on my back on the kang (
heated brick bed), and you can lie on top of me, holding the saw blade horizontally with both hands. Isn't that the same as us standing face to face? I believe we
'll both be very 'comfortable'."
My aunt said, "No, no, I'm a big man, tall and strong. If I climb on top of you,
you'll be unable to breathe.
" I quickly said, "It's okay, I'm strong, I'm not afraid of being pressed down. I'm much stronger than you, aunt
. Just come on, okay?" I lay back down on the kang (a heated brick bed), my breasts heaving, anxiously waiting for him to climb on top of me.
He said, "Let's try it then." He slowly lay down on top of me. I opened my mouth, and he gripped
the saw blade with both hands and scraped down my teeth. His face was very close to mine, and his breath brushed against my face, feeling
like a spring breeze, incredibly refreshing. He held the saw blade with both hands, scraping repeatedly against my teeth. My teeth
were sore, but my body felt incredibly comfortable. I wished he could stay on top of me forever; I wished
he would press down on me forcefully.
His arms were completely off the ground, and his body was now firmly pressed against mine. His
well-developed chest muscles pressed tightly against my breasts, and his firm abdomen pressed against my genitals. His
thighs were also pressed tightly against mine. I felt weak all over, my blood rushing, and I squinted my eyes, already
beginning to enjoy his body.
After scraping for a while, my uncle happily said, "It's white, it's white, it's all white. It's perfect. No need to scrape anymore."
I said, "Let me get up and take a look." Before he could get down, I quickly straightened up, my breasts pressed tightly against
his chest. I let out a soft "Ouch!" and pretended not to get up, quickly lying back down and pulling him
back into my arms. He was now firmly pressed against me,
his chest against my breasts, his lips almost touching mine. For a moment,
it felt like the air had frozen. We stared at each other, my hands still tightly around his waist, my breasts
pressed against his broad chest. He was stunned.
I stared at him defiantly with my captivating eyes, my breasts rising and falling, my lower abdomen pressing
against his. I slowly kissed his lips. He looked at me, I stared
at him. He didn't push me away, and I didn't let go. I felt his lower body begin to stir. It began to
rise. I knew his penis was hard,
pressing against my legs.
I felt his lower body pressing against mine, my blood boiling, my
nerves itching, my head throbbing. I couldn't control myself anymore. I suddenly wrapped my arms
around his neck and kissed him passionately. He suddenly grabbed me like a madman, and we kissed each other fiercely
… I was overjoyed
. I could hardly believe it was real. My uncle, my dream prince
, was actually embracing and kissing me. Ever since I met him, I'd dreamed of being
pinned down by him, and my dream had finally come true.
Countless days and nights, countless seasons, I awoke from my dreams because of him, and felt lost during the day because of him.
I kissed his lips passionately, I stuck my tongue into his mouth, I swallowed all his saliva
…
With the sound of a child turning over, he suddenly pushed me away as if stung by a scorpion, jumped
to the ground, and muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ma Li, I shouldn't have done this, I can't do this…
It's my fault… Although I know I like you very much, although I really want to… I can't…
because you are…"
Hearing his halting confession, I completely understood his heart. What was I waiting for? I quickly
got up and hugged him tightly, kissing him passionately. I said excitedly: "I like you, Uncle,
I like you. From the first time I saw you, I liked you. Come on, I'm doing this willingly, I'm giving myself
to you. I'm willing, no matter what happens in the future, I won't blame you, you can rest assured."
I looked up, my eyes wide, staring at his face. I noticed his expression was still hesitant, and I immediately
guessed what he was thinking. I asked him, "Uncle, do
you feel guilty towards my aunt if we had an affair?"
My uncle cupped my face in his hands and nodded gently.
I said affectionately, "You're wrong, Uncle. You know, I like you from the bottom of my heart, not just
because you're beautiful and talented, but more out of pity. I feel your marriage is unhappy. She not
only oppresses you and restricts your freedom, but she's also been deceiving you."
My uncle stared at me in surprise and hurriedly asked, "What did you say? She deceived me?" He
looked suspicious; he didn't quite believe me.
I gently rested my head against his chest and whispered, "Do you want to know?"
He began to gently stroke my hair and said softly, "Tell me, I really want to hear."
I said, "Do you know my aunt's real age?"
My uncle said, "Isn't she 26, the same age as me?"
I suddenly said, "She's already 29."
My uncle was stunned: "Oh, she's that old? Is it true?"
I said confidently, "It's true, Uncle, I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to
check her records.
I also know that you two had sex after only a few days of dating, and from then on, she started restricting your freedom,
not allowing you to contact any women. When you felt she was acting strangely, and when you asked to break up with her,
she said she was pregnant. She used that to blackmail you, right?"
My uncle said in surprise, "Yes, because I couldn't stand her temper, I asked to break up with her.
At that time, she said she was pregnant. She wouldn't agree to an abortion, and I really couldn't get rid of her. She forced me to marry her.
"
"She was lying to you. She wasn't pregnant at all," I told my uncle.
My uncle suddenly realized and said, "Then during the last singing competition, she had a big fight with me and said she had a miscarriage
. Was that miscarriage also fake?"
I glanced at my uncle-in-law and said, "You're smart, but she's still hiding a lot from you
. Do you remember the first time you two had sex? Was she a virgin?"
My uncle-in-law hesitated and said, "She said she liked sports, so her hymen broke a long time ago.
" "Liar, liar! My aunt is the biggest liar ever!" I told him, "Before you,
she had dated many men. Those men all followed her to our house, and she had
sex with them all, right there on our kang (heated brick bed). I saw it with my own eyes."
The man who had the longest relationship with my aunt, and the one with whom she had the most frequent sexual encounters, was her college classmate,
surnamed Huang. Because he had a girlfriend back in the countryside that he couldn't break up with, he broke up with my aunt. But
his wife died not long after they got married, and he never remarried. Recently, I heard he was transferred to my aunt's hospital
. If I'm not mistaken, they're both on duty tonight.
Hearing this, my uncle was astonished. He asked in bewilderment, "How could you expose
her to my face? Isn't she your biological aunt?
" "You're right," I said slowly, resting my head against his chest. "I was adopted. Her whole family
treated me badly. I suffered terribly in their home. My brother even raped me. I
swear by the light, that was the only man who ever touched me; there will never be another. If you think my body
is dirty, just push me away. If you don't mind, I'm willing to give you everything.
Whenever you need me, I'll be there without hesitation."
My uncle slowly hugged me tighter, kissing me passionately, and whispered, "I love you too, Ma Li. You
've shown me what a real woman is. You've made me feel the sexual bliss of a man. I've always dreamed of
holding a beautiful, voluptuous girl, and today my dream has finally come true. Hearing about your hardships
makes me love you even more. Really, I won't look down on you. Your aunt is so thin, and you're so full-figured; your
aunt is so wild, and you're so gentle, discerning, and righteous. I really love
you so much
." He hugged me even tighter, making it hard for me to breathe, but I was so happy. He
kissed me passionately, and
my lower body started to itch. I began to wriggle in his arms, rubbing my breasts against his
chest, my genitals thrusting upwards again and again, and I began to moan softly.
He couldn't control himself any longer; he suddenly ripped open my clothes, so violently that he even
tore off the buttons. My two enormous breasts suddenly bounced before his eyes.
He stared at them, stunned, his gaze fixed on them. I knew
he was already tired of my aunt's flat breasts, and now seeing mine, he was overjoyed and couldn't
control himself.
He suddenly grabbed my large breasts with both hands and began kissing and licking them, and
not satisfied with that, he even bit them with his teeth, like a starving person suddenly seeing a hot, steaming
bun. He bit my breasts, hurting me. I didn't resist, only making "ah ah" sounds
.
He caressed my breasts for a while, kissing them wildly, and then he tentatively
moved his hands down from my breasts, beginning to stroke my lower abdomen. I wriggled my body, cooperating with him. He
slowly slipped his hand inside my pants, staring at me intently, testing my reaction. I nodded silently, and
he continued to move his hand downwards.
His fingers touched my pubic hair, and I didn't resist. He began to touch my genitals, and my body
started to writhe. My lower body felt so itchy. He stared at me, slowly unbuckling my belt
and pulling my pants down, exposing my entire body to him. My lower abdomen
was smooth and supple. My genitals were full, my pubic hair was thick, and my thighs were
voluptuous. I felt he was fascinated by my body.
He didn't even take off his shirt, quickly pulling down his pants. Then he grabbed my buttocks, his penis pressing
against my vaginal opening. I swayed, quickly leaning back. He forced me to the edge of the bed, my buttocks
against it. I bent backward, reaching my hands back onto the bed to support my already tilted
body, my genitals erect. He grasped his thick, fleshy penis and tried to insert it into my vagina
.
The first time, it didn't go in. I quickly raised one leg, spreading my hips. My lower body was already
overflowing with fluid. He squatted down, adjusting the angle of his penis, positioning the glans at my vaginal opening. Then
he thrust forward, his hips pushing hard, and with a whoosh, his penis was completely inside.
I cried out, "Ah!" and thrust my hips upward, letting his penis penetrate all the way to the bottom of my vagina. I
clung tightly to his buttocks, and he clung tightly to mine, we pressed together from head to toe
.
He looked at me, I looked at him; his eyes were large, mine were even larger, his eyes were bright, mine were
even brighter. What a feeling! Words cannot describe it. Was it like rain after a long drought, like dry
wood meeting a raging fire, like starving people finding a feast?
My lips were pressed against his lips, my breasts against his chest, my lower abdomen against his lower abdomen, my vagina
tightly gripping his penis. We pressed together desperately, clinging to each other tightly. His body
shuddered, convulsed, and trembled. He let out a soft, deep "Ah," and scalding lava
erupted. And it erupted for a long, long time.
I felt that with each convulsion of his body, a gush of lava would erupt. With each convulsion, another
gush of lava would erupt, almost filling my vagina. My body immediately went limp. I collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and he naturally
lay on top of me, his penis still tightly gripping my vagina.
He stared at my face and said affectionately, "Did God send you?"
I nodded happily, holding him even tighter. My genitals thrust upwards forcefully.
He remained on top of me for a while before finally withdrawing his slightly softened penis,
lying face up to the side. I quickly pulled up my pants, put on my clothes, and went to the kitchen to make him a cup of baby
formula. As he took the cup, he tightly grasped my two small hands.
His beautiful eyes gazed at me affectionately, and I bravely looked back at him without flinching. He picked up
the cup and drank it down in one gulp, then put it down and pulled me tightly into his arms. I happily pressed my head against his chest.
Since we were so in sync, words were superfluous. I simply plopped down in his lap.
I knew my aunt didn't have a butt, so the feeling he would have if my big, plump butt sat in his lap
was self-evident. Indeed, my large, plump butt only wiggled a few times in his arms, and his
penis was hard again. He touched my breasts, then my buttocks, saying, "So full, so beautiful
, so enjoyable. So blissful. I never thought I'd encounter such sexy breasts and buttocks in my life.
Looks like I'm a lucky man. I haven't lived my life as a man in vain."
He became aroused again, frantically stripping off my clothes and pants, even my underwear and bra.
I was completely naked before him. He quickly stripped himself naked again, then suddenly picked me up
. Our naked bodies intertwined.
He kissed my breasts frantically, then pressed me down onto the bed and kissed and licked my buttocks. A moment later,
he flipped me over and kissed my vulva, biting into the pubic hair and flesh of my labia. His kisses
made me itch all over, burning with desire. I lunged at him and kissed his penis and testicles
.
I also frantically licked his buttocks and nipples; I couldn't hold back anymore. My lower body was already wet
. I said passionately, "Come on, come on." I raised my legs and spread them apart, forming a V-shape.
He straddled my legs, supporting himself with his hands, aligning his penis with my vagina,
then lowered his hips, and his huge penis entered my vagina.
He thrust his hips wildly, like doing push-ups, his engorged, purplish penis
pumping rapidly in and out of my vagina. Our bodies collided violently, making a "slap, slap" sound, even
the small earthen bed creaked.
I gripped the mattress tightly, biting my lip. I
thrust my breasts up and down repeatedly, as he relentlessly pounded into my body. I kept making
"oh...oh..." sounds, feeling myself losing control of my clitoris.
Suddenly, he jumped to the floor, pulled me to the edge of the bed, placed my legs on his shoulders, and then
shoved his huge penis deep into my vagina. I felt my vagina swell and heat up. He pulled
his penis out slightly and then thrust it back in. I felt so good, so incredibly good. I was going to die.
He stared at my face, thrusting in and out again and again. I was trembling all over, my breasts
heaving and quivering. I looked down at his huge penis, which stretched my vagina like a child's
mouth. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out with a whoosh. I looked at his penis; it was like a furious
lion. I looked at my vagina again; since his penis had just been pulled out, it wasn't closed yet,
a wet, dark hole.
He then thrust it back in with a whoosh. I let out another blissful "Ah!" I felt like
I was melting, enveloped by his passion, his body, and his thick penis. He began to
thrust and pump violently, each stroke bringing me heavenly pleasure. I had already come several times
.
My juices flowed incessantly from my vagina, making it even more slippery inside. He gripped my waist with both hands,
as if he were guiding my buttocks towards his penis. Perhaps this position was very
comfortable for him, so he thrust even harder. He was incredibly excited. The more he did it, the more vigorous and frenzied he became. Suddenly, he
lifted me off the bed. I was afraid that his thing would be pulled out of my vagina, and I would lose the pleasure. I quickly wrapped my arms around his
neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He lifted my big buttocks and moved them up and down. I held his neck tightly, my breasts rubbing against his chest
. My big buttocks rose and fell in his arms. He repeatedly said, "Your breasts are so big,
so beautiful. It feels so smooth and cool against my chest, so comfortable. You're much better than your aunt."
He pinched my buttocks and said, "Your buttocks are so fertile. So full. Rare in the world. I
love your fertile land so much."
Suddenly, he put me down, made me lie face down on the edge of the bed, with my buttocks facing up, then pinched my slender waist with both hands , and pushed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening from behind. With a thrust of his hips, he 　　inserted
his big penis from behind.
The moment of penetration was the most beautiful moment of my life; I felt I could die without
regrets. This was true happiness; what was my little brother compared to that?
He gripped my slender waist, his upper body arching back and forth, his penis thrusting forcefully into my vagina. I could feel
his body swaying back and forth. His hands left my waist and moved to my
buttocks, caressing them, slapping them, bumping them. Excitedly, I waved my buttocks in
front of him, wiggling and swaying, doing everything I could to please him. He panted, "To be able to fuck
a big ass like yours, I could die without regrets. Your aunt can't compare to you."
I thrust my hips back forcefully, pushing his penis deeper into my vagina. I turned to
look at him, smiling, and said, "Looks like you also like girls with big butts and big breasts?"
He said nothing, but suddenly leaned forward and kissed me tightly. I bent my head back and kissed
him back. He thrust into me forcefully. I felt waves of numbness, heat, and
madness. I desperately arched my back, and he thrust into me relentlessly. We fought together, struggled
and screamed together, and reached climax together.
I felt like I was being melted and burned in a giant furnace. I felt like I no longer existed.
It is said that at this moment, both men and women release a drug-like substance that numbs
the nerves, making people forget everything, leaving only pleasure and happiness.
We were both exhausted. We lay in bed together, he held me tightly, and I held
him tightly. Our lips met again. I rubbed my breasts against his chest and whispered, "
It seems you and my aunt don't get along very well."
He said, "Yes .
" I asked again, "Will you two grow old together?"
He said, "It's hard to say. The divorce rate is very high these days. To be honest, I really can't stand her anymore."
I asked again, "If you divorce my aunt, can you marry me?"
He looked at me, suddenly hugged me tightly, and said, "Yes, definitely. If your aunt and I really divorce one day,
I will marry you, and we will grow old together. I will never look for another girl. Please believe me."
I said, "I don't have a job. Don't you mind?"
He said, "No problem, I will support you."
I asked him, "What do you see in me?" "What's so good about me?"
He said, "You're smart, hardworking, sensible, young, beautiful, and full of vitality. Your eyes
, your eyebrows, your breasts, your slender waist, your big buttocks—they fascinate me, they intoxicate me. I just
love your figure, plump, soft, and tight. Being able to hold a girl like you,
even eating coarse grains would be comfortable."
He continued, "I like your personality even more—lively, cheerful, enthusiastic, always laughing and talking, and understanding of men…
"
He added, "Now I realize that life isn't just about money, status, and fame. Sexual life is
also very important. Take your aunt, for example. She has a high salary, a great reputation, and strong abilities, but she has a terrible temper and
lacks feminine characteristics. Meeting you today made me realize what life is about. For men, a harmonious
sex life is indispensable. And then there's mutual support and understanding."
The child was sleeping soundly in the small bed on the floor. I thought that even if she woke up and saw
what was happening in the room, she wouldn't understand. Because she's still too young.
Since that night when I had sex with my aunt's husband, I've been excited for days. Recalling that
moment, it was incredibly sweet and blissful. Regardless of the future, at least I've tasted a real man.
I have no regrets.
In the days that followed, my aunt continued to keep a close watch on my uncle. She never let
him leave the house on weekdays or evenings, always assigning him chores: washing clothes, cooking, cleaning. If there was nothing else
to do, she'd give him old cotton clothes to wash.
My uncle secretly told me that he felt like he was living in a cage, and if it weren't for me,
he would suffocate.
I was also quite good at acting. When my aunt was home, I'd work with my uncle.
When she wasn't home, I'd let him rest, and I'd do all the work myself. My uncle loved reading and playing the
piano, but if my aunt was home, he was only allowed to read, not play or sing.
We both really looked forward to my aunt not being home. That made my uncle and me feel happy and content. He
'd play and sing, and I'd listen while I worked. After finishing, I'd hold the baby and listen to him play and sing. My favorite
song was his self-accompanied rendition of "O Sole Mio." After he finished playing the violin, he hugged me and kissed me for a while.
Now I feel like God's favorite.
I really don't understand, isn't this a happy life? Why isn't my aunt satisfied? What else does she want
?
My mother suddenly developed uterine fibroids, and my aunt had to accompany her to the provincial capital for surgery because she
graduated from there and knows many people there. Before leaving, my aunt repeatedly told me: "You must keep a close eye on him. Don't
let him see any other women, understand? Don't let him go out at night, understand?"
I nodded and said, "You can go without worry. Leave him to me. I'll be even better than you."
My uncle saw my aunt and mother off on the bus and returned quickly. As soon as he entered the house, we hugged each other
. We had never done it during the day before, and today we could relax. My uncle locked the door
and closed the curtains. We quickly took off our clothes and stood on the floor, looking at each other.
He stared at my naked buttocks, and I stared at his naked body. He looked me up and down, and I looked him up and down.
He said I had a beautiful figure, and I complimented him on his great physique. Our two naked bodies embraced tightly. The feeling
was indescribably wonderful. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, and
he rubbed his penis against my vulva. His penis quickly became hard, and I put one foot on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed),
completely opening my vulva to him. He thrust into me right in front of me. I lowered my thighs and tightly
clamped his penis between my legs. We embraced tightly, enjoying and savoring the moment.
He held my buttocks, and I held his, and we thrust face to face. Although it wasn't
as deep as thrusting up and down, it still had its own unique flavor.
We did this standing on the ground for a while, and then he carried me to the kang, laying my body flat on the small kang.
He looked me up and down, caressing me from head to toe. He first touched my breasts, kneading, pinching, rubbing,
pressing, sucking, and licking. Then he touched my lower abdomen, and then my pubic hair. He spread my thighs, put his head
between my legs, and began to lick my genitals fiercely with his tongue. He repeatedly took my pubic hair and labia into
his mouth and then spat them out.
He used his hands to pry open my labia and inserted his tongue, frantically rotating it inside my vagina
. With each lick, my body trembled, my buttocks arched back and forth, and my breasts swayed. I
held his head tightly, forcing his tongue to remain firmly inside my vagina.
His tongue continued to lick wildly, and my body writhed in agony. I was burning with desire, I was overwhelmed with passion,
I couldn't take it anymore. I cried out loudly: "Uncle, Uncle, come on up, please, please fuck me
! I can't take it anymore! Please, please, I beg you!"
My uncle pulled my naked body to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), placed my buttocks on it, and put my legs
on his shoulders. His erect penis stood high, glaring at my vagina. He thrust forward
, and with a whoosh, he entered me. My body went limp and numb.
I arched my back, letting him push in hard, all the way to my cervix, making my uterus
roll back and forth. My uncle squeezed his thick penis, pulling it out and then thrusting it in again
, each time reaching the very bottom. I had never enjoyed sex like this before; I was incredibly excited. I felt like a
very fortunate person.
My uncle-in-law, while having sex with me, said, "Logically, as a teacher, I shouldn't use such vulgar language, but I can't hold back now
. I really want to fuck you, I really want to fuck you. I'll never fuck another
woman in my life except you, really. When I hold your naked body, when I touch your full breasts, when I insert my cock into
your pussy, when I stare intently at your face and fuck you again and again, do you know, I feel boundless
joy, boundless happiness. I'd die without regret!
" My voice trembled as I said, "Uncle-in-law, just fuck me as much as you want. I feel the same joy, the same happiness
, I feel the same as you."
He spread my legs and pressed them tightly against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His
big cock was still thrusting in forcefully, and he kept panting, trying his best to control himself.
I asked him, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"
He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, hurry up, turn over!"
I quickly got off the bed, found a pair of slippers, and then quickly lay down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). I knew he really liked my buttocks
, so I deliberately stuck them out high and kept shaking them. He grabbed my buttocks and
thrust his big cock inside me.
I moaned and cried out, which made him even more excited. He pounded into my buttocks relentlessly. I now realized
how important a woman's buttocks are; the fuller they are, the more satisfied a man feels. And no matter how he did it,
I wouldn't feel any pain—it was the perfect cushion. As he continued, he said, "Get on the kang, lie down, I'm going to cum
."
I quickly lay down on the kang and spread my legs; his big cock was already dripping wet. He pressed himself against me,
thrusting his enormous penis inside with a soft plop. He held me tightly, motionless. The scalding heat
was like a volcanic eruption, a dam bursting, a surging river, a cascading waterfall.
I felt like the earth, gathering geothermal heat and sunlight, collecting countless streams and veins; I felt like the ocean, encompassing great rivers and
lakes. I let his semen fill my chest, silently savoring this immense sexual bliss.
I felt his penis surging and ejaculating inside my vagina .
We embraced passionately for a long, long time, fully enjoying ourselves, savoring happiness, savoring life,
savoring existence.
Finally, he dismounted and lay down to one side. I pressed my body tightly against him, and he held me tightly
. The child was awakened by our actions. She stared blankly at us, the two
naked people, not knowing what was happening.
That evening, my uncle-in-law somehow got hold of some DVDs and made me watch them with him. They were all
scenes of men and women having sex—some with two people, some with three, some with multiple partners, the most numerous being 500 people paired up in 250
couples in a large warehouse. The floor was covered with foam mats, and they were changing positions
, switching partners, sometimes one, sometimes the man on top, sometimes the woman. They
were shouting, moaning, and acting lewdly. The obscene cries and the sounds of penetration echoed in the warehouse
.
My uncle-in-law and I imitated them, changing positions. I even boldly put his large penis
in my mouth and slid it back and forth. His penis repeatedly hit my throat, reaching the back of my
throat. The pungent smell excited and captivated me.
He groaned that he wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, and I nodded in agreement. He suddenly grabbed my head,
pressing it tightly against his genitals. His penis reached deep into my esophagus, making me feel nauseous and
wanting to vomit; tears streamed down my face. I knew he must be very happy and satisfied at that moment, so I desperately tried
to hold back.
He roared and ejaculated into my throat, which I swallowed without hesitation. When
he pulled his penis out, I almost fainted. My uncle-in-law quickly picked me up and
placed me on the kang (a heated brick bed), tenderly stroking me.
I regained consciousness and, seeing my uncle-in-law's anxious expression, I quickly said, "It's okay, just do whatever you
want. My body is yours. Do whatever you want; I won't refuse."
My uncle-in-law was moved to tears. He pressed himself against me, thrusting his large penis
into my vagina with a whoosh, then held me tightly, kissing me passionately. Our sexual desire reached its climax
.
Our passion reached its peak, and our feelings were completely intertwined. This is the
fusion of lust and emotion, the collision of two souls. It's less about sex and more about two hearts merging together—that
's the most perfect intercourse. Without mutual love and affection, the union of two bodies is
meaningless; it's pale sex.
My uncle sometimes makes me take birth control pills, sometimes uses condoms, and sometimes ejaculates outside the vagina—anything
to prevent me from getting pregnant.
He goes to work in the morning, and I stay home to cook and take care of the children. We have sex once at noon, and sometimes
two or three times in the evening, like a loving couple on their honeymoon. I'm very satisfied. Even if my aunt finds out
and kicks me out, I won't regret it. Because I've experienced it.
My aunt came back, her cunning triangular eyes scrutinizing my uncle, interrogating him relentlessly
, but she never suspected me. Finally, he discovered the number of condoms was incorrect, and he started making a huge scene
. She tore at her uncle's clothes, screamed and cursed wildly, and punched him heavily, as if she wanted to devour him
. Her uncle vehemently denied knowing anything, saying he hadn't touched the condoms.
I quickly intervened and stopped him, saying, "I used them to blow up balloons to amuse the child. You left. The child cries every day,
misses you every day, and I really had no choice but to find things to amuse her with, but she tore them all." My aunt
believed me and finally calmed down.
For a while afterward, we didn't have sex anymore because my aunt was very alert; she noticed that her uncle
was becoming increasingly indifferent to her. Sometimes when my aunt made a huge scene, her uncle wouldn't say a word, and their words were very
vague, but I, being observant, still picked up on the clues. My aunt was complaining that her uncle hadn't had sex with her for a long time.
She suspected her uncle was having an affair.
These past few days, her aunt had been saying, "I'm a doctor, I know what's going on, you definitely have
a problem. It's been like this for so long..." Her
aunt was like a fox, sometimes staring at me suspiciously, her triangular eyes making
my heart race. Sometimes she'd say she was on duty, coming to check on me in the middle of the night before leaving, saying she missed the children
. But I knew she was also worried about me.
We both had to be careful. We dared not do anything rash. For several days in a row, I felt an unbearable itch down there
, but I had to endure it. Only when cooking, in the kitchen, could I steal a quick hug,
a caress, or a quick kiss.
I often wore my belt loosely, and when her uncle hugged me, he liked to put his hands inside my pants
and touch my buttocks and genitals, sometimes even putting his hands inside my vagina and probing. My body would
writhe in his arms, and I'd quickly separate as soon as I heard the door open.
He would often put one hand inside my pants and touch me while washing vegetables and rinsing rice with the other. I would put one hand
inside his pants and touch his penis and testicles while doing chores with the other, making cooking noises. Every
time, we were terrified, always breathless. Our hearts were in our throats, like
two thieves, but this tense, hurried embrace and caress, this frantic kissing, also felt blissful
, exciting, comfortable, and wonderful. Every time was unforgettable. Our
child is three years old now, able to talk, walk, and run. I'm already twenty. Because I spend all day at home taking care of the child
, my face has become pale. I've also lost some weight, and I feel my breasts and buttocks are more in line with the standard. I never expected that
I would grow a few centimeters taller; now I'm 168 cm.
I'm overjoyed. I feel like a beauty now, able to compete with the city girls in high heels
. My uncle-in-law told me to read more books in my spare time to broaden my knowledge, and that he would
find me a job once my child started kindergarten. He said that girls with my qualifications find it very easy to find work in the city.
I heard that the city was holding a ballroom dance competition, and my uncle-in-law's school was participating. My uncle-in-law
was, of course, contestant number one. His dance partner was a young English teacher. The woman was tall, with deep-set eyes, big eyes
, a high nose, fair skin, a high bust, and a slightly upturned bottom. She had a very good presence, and with
a little light makeup and eyeshadow, she looked like a mixed-race person.
I felt that she and my uncle-in-law were a perfect match, and I was a little jealous. My uncle-in-law said that she was the daughter-in-law of the local police chief
, and no one could mess around with her. Only then did I feel relieved.
My uncle said, "It's already hard to choose a dance partner. Those female music teachers are all afraid to dance with me. They all
know I have a 'tiger mom' at home, a 'jealous pot,' and no one dares to cause trouble. But this English
teacher is different. She said, 'I'm accompanying Teacher Ji to the competition. I don't believe his wife can do anything to me. Although I'm
fashionable, we're upright and honest, and our hearts are clear.'"
But my aunt's biggest worry is indeed this woman. She's seen that woman smiling and greeting my uncle on the street
, and knows that the English teacher has a good impression of him. So my aunt says that seeing that
English teacher makes her angry and furious. She calls her a vixen. But my uncle repeatedly emphasizes, "Don't let
her Western-style dress fool you; she's a very respectable woman. Her husband is the captain of the patrol team."
My aunt sarcastically says, "Hmph, everyone who walks down the street is a good person. Who knows?"
My aunt had repeatedly asked my uncle if he was participating in the competition and who he was paired with. He always said he wasn't participating, only
offering guidance. He never told her the specific date of the competition, but she somehow found out
and even knew he was paired with the English teacher.
My aunt was consumed by jealousy and lost control. On the day of the competition, while my uncle and the teacher were performing
, my aunt suddenly rushed up and slapped my uncle twice. When the teacher confronted
her, my aunt called her a slut and a vixen. My uncle, fearing she would attack the teacher,
desperately tried to push her away. She then started fighting with him, acting like a madwoman.
In the struggle, she even managed to kick the teacher as well. The female teacher was quite calm. She seemed
to be on the phone with someone. A short while later, four policemen rushed in and took my aunt away. My aunt screamed and cried wildly
, tearing at the two policemen. The four policemen actually carried her out, like carrying
a pig—two people lifting her front legs and two lifting her hind legs.
My uncle repeatedly apologized to the female teacher, who smiled and said, "It's nothing. We all know
your family isn't harmonious, and we all feel sorry for you behind your back. Today, I'm going to meet this
tigress and prove you wrong."
After my aunt was released from the detention center, her anger towards my uncle intensified. She smashed everything she could in the house
. She even picked up a kitchen knife, intending to kill my uncle. I rushed forward without thinking, grabbed my aunt's arm, and
shouted for my uncle to run away. My uncle ran out of the house and never came back.
To my aunt's surprise, her husband and that female teacher went to the provincial capital to participate in a competition. The
female teacher's husband was very open-minded and fully supported her going to the competition; he even personally drove them
there, and I heard he brought two policemen with him. It seems he was determined to challenge my aunt.
My aunt always said that no one dared to mess with her growing up, that she feared no one. This time, it seems she's truly fallen
for that female teacher.
My aunt and uncle finally divorced. Everything in the house went to my aunt, including the children. Because
the two rooms belonged to my uncle's workplace, my aunt couldn't keep them, so she had to move them out. On the day of the move, my uncle
returned. My aunt, along with several men, angrily took everything,
leaving not even a nail. The two rooms were instantly empty and destitute.
My uncle stood alone in the middle of the floor, with nowhere to even sit, because
my aunt had even taken the linoleum from the small kang (heated brick bed).
The moving truck started moving, and I sat in the driver's seat holding my child. I really didn't understand why my aunt insisted on hiring someone.
Where's the child? I leaned out of the car window and looked into the house. My aunt's husband was standing at the door watching me
…
My aunt had moved into the home of a male colleague from her workplace. Their house was a two-room, two-and-a-half-room house; my aunt lived on one
side, and the colleague and his mother lived on the other. The colleague was widowed. When I saw my aunt's
colleague, I was stunned. He was my aunt's college classmate and boyfriend. He was the one
who had been intimate with my aunt multiple times on our earthen bed.
From what I sensed, their relationship was now quite unusual; they talked until midnight every night.
I'd already gone to sleep several times, and they were still chatting. I saw my aunt cry, and he hugged her tightly
…
The child quickly became familiar with the old woman. The old woman had no husband; I heard he'd died long ago. Perhaps
because of loneliness, she really liked the child. Gradually, the child treated the old woman better than he treated me. It seems
the elderly are more experienced in handling children.
Soon, I realized something was wrong. That old lady was really capable; she took care of the child and cooked at the same time
. After my aunt and that colleague came home from work, we all ate together. My aunt and that man chatted and
laughed, and the child was affectionate with the old lady. I felt like I was superfluous.
Finally, one day, my aunt said to me: "Go back to the countryside first. Come back when I find you a job.
We don't need you here for now." I felt very uncomfortable. A sense of sadness, desolation, and loss welled up
inside me.
My aunt found a car, saying she would take me back to the village, but I felt like I was being escorted. Why was that? I was a little
confused.
I sat next to the driver the whole way, while my aunt and that man sat in the back, with the child on their laps
. The child was a little carsick and quickly fell asleep. I saw in the rearview mirror that my aunt had put her hand inside the man
's pants and kept touching him. Their mouths were almost touching.
Back in the village, back home, I thought my parents wouldn't take me in anymore and would kick me out.
To my surprise, they were incredibly welcoming. They quickly started arranging dates for me, saying I was now
a beautiful woman and would definitely find a good boyfriend, but with a hefty dowry.
That's when I understood why my aunt had sent me back, and why they were suddenly so kind to me. I felt like I
'd been tricked. So I said, "I don't want a boyfriend, I want to go to the city to find a job." But my parents
wouldn't let me go.
They made me go see potential partners, but I refused to see any of them, embarrassing the matchmakers several times. My mother got
angry, grabbed my hair, and started hitting me. In a fit of rage, I pushed her away, ran out the door, and my mother yelled
for my father and brother to chase me, but neither of them moved.
I ran to the village entrance and just happened to catch a bus to the city…
Once in the city, my feet were no longer under my control. I quickly walked towards the two familiar bungalows
. From afar, I heard my uncle's familiar accordion music. I knew he was playing "Laziz," and the mournful,
poignant melody filled me with passion, my emotions surging. I pushed open the door and
rushed in. My uncle, seeing me, quickly put down his accordion, rushed over, and hugged me tightly, kissing me passionately
.
He murmured, "You're finally back. I knew you'd come back. I've been waiting for you every day, I've been longing for you
. "
I nestled in his arms, holding him tightly, and whispered, "Do you still keep your promise?"
He said, "Yes, I mean what I say."
I quickly said, "You once told me that you would marry me after divorcing my aunt. Can you really marry
me?"
He excitedly said, "Yes, I definitely can!" "I want you. I won't go looking for anyone else."
I asked again, "When are we going to register? I'm afraid you're lying to me because I'm homeless now
. If you're done with me and then throw me away, I'll be in big trouble."
He hugged me tightly and said, "No, don't worry. I'll listen to you. Whenever you say when to register,
we'll go. From today onwards, you'll be the mistress of this house."
Tears streamed down my face. At that moment, lust was no longer important.
My aunt's husband announced our relationship to everyone and set a wedding date. This marriage was
opposed by both families. My parents announced that they were severing ties with me and would never care about me again. I
didn't care about that. But his parents were so angry that they were hospitalized. His
parents disliked me because I didn't have a job or education. He was worried that I wouldn't know how to manage a household, given our age difference. But
neither of us backed down, and the wedding proceeded as planned. Because we had nothing at home, we didn't invite many
people; only a few friends brought two sets of bedding, some tableware, and a black-and-white television.
Life was so simple, but I felt very happy and content. I told him, "I don't want anything; just
having you is enough.
" I soon became pregnant. He wouldn't let me do anything, but I couldn't stay idle. Even with my big belly
, I still got up early every day to cook for him. When I was close to giving birth, I even helped him clean the house. He held me in his arms several times, stroking
my big belly, and I felt very sweet.
The child was born in this simple little house, and the delivery was very smooth. It was a girl with
very big eyes and very fair skin. Her skin was so fair; you couldn't find
a girl as beautiful as her among thousands of children. She combined the best features of both of us. She was a true Barbie doll.
When my aunt's parents and siblings heard I had given birth to a very beautiful girl, they were overjoyed.
They quickly accepted me and often came to see the child. His siblings would often take her away, cuddle her
, and then return her. It was clear they all adored this beautiful little girl.
My aunt's husband saved every penny to buy the two dilapidated rooms in his workplace. Not long after, the area
was developed into an apartment building, and the developer gave us a three-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor. Of course, we added some
money; it was borrowed from his parents and siblings.
To pay off the debt, he used his spare time to run classes, teaching vocal music, instrumental music, music theory, and other subjects.
In just one year, his student body grew to over a hundred, allowing him to pay off his debts. He even bought a car,
often taking my daughter and me for drives. Many of his friends would point at me and ask, "Who's that young lady holding the baby
?" My uncle would playfully reply, "She's a nanny."
(The End)

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