[My Absurd and Lewd Encounters with a Mother and Two Daughters—Also a Discussion of Absurdity] Author: Rainy Night Banana

My Absurd and Lewd Encounters with a Mother and Two Daughters – Also a Discussion of Absurdity
Author: Rainy Night Banana Leaf
Word Count: 12,000
Everyone has a youth, and in youth, anything done can be forgiven.
Everyone's youth comes only once, like life itself – a one-way journey with no return tickets. Whether a great
man or a despicable scoundrel, everyone has some absurd experiences in the imprint of youth.
I am neither a great man nor a despicable scoundrel; I am simply myself, a
man with a bitter childhood, a joyful youth, and troubled middle age. Once a top scholar, a prodigy, now a worthless expert (
a title forced upon me by others), like many other men, I have had unforgettable first love and passionate marriages.
But I have more than many: a painful divorce. In the life lesson of managing marriage, I am a failing
student.
Every step of my journey has felt like walking on a knife's edge. I didn't
have a father as wealthy as Li Ka-shing, nor a father like Li Gang, and certainly no "uncle" to occasionally swap expensive watches with. So,
everything depended on my own efforts and hard work.
It's no exaggeration to say that my 40 years of life have been like dancing on a knife's edge. Every
position, every company, every industry I've worked in has had different people, events, unity, and struggles. To
achieve my "success," I, or "we," had to prepare for all sorts of conflicts
and troubles every day from the moment I opened my eyes. I often wonder, how many of us so-called "successful people" didn't
overcome our opponents in bloodless battles to advance? How many of us haven't aged prematurely?
Are we truly strong or fragile inside? In our interactions with others, how many of us don't wear masks, speaking cautiously or
saying one thing but another? Are we really so strong that we don't need to confide in anyone or seek understanding?
Then how do we alleviate loneliness and isolation?
The saying "the higher you climb, the colder it gets" and "climbing Mount Tai, all other mountains seem small" are ancient metaphors for
the loneliness and arrogance felt at the summit. We, the "old wolves" of the late 60s and early 70s, were
educated in an era where tradition and modernity intersected. We received the traditional moral
norms of our parents' family education, while schools and society taught us to break free from superstition and focus on reality. Thus, most of the traditional
imprints left on our generation are like the marks left by squirrels foraging in the snow. More often,
the dazzling lights, rampant materialism, and temptations of the real world give us too many desires and expectations. These
behaviors, absolutely intolerable under traditional moral principles, are like a pent-up flood, ready to burst forth once it reaches a
certain point and exceeds a balance, becoming a raging torrent or a ferocious beast. For example, sex, women, promiscuity…
We have all faced temptations of one kind or another. There's a saying: "Men don't cheat because they
don't have enough assets; women don't cheat because they face too few temptations. Or rather, men's loyalty is only because they have
too few bargaining chips for betrayal; women's fidelity is only because they face enough temptations." When we appear successful in public but are
extremely lonely inside, regardless of our wealth or status, under certain pretexts, we either
go with the flow or half-heartedly find excuses for our absurdity.
I am not a moralist, nor an ascetic; I am a member of society, and the characteristic of an ordinary member of society is considerable
flexibility and variability, or rather, malleability. We often
attend various social events for work, networking, or social circles. Saunas, karaoke bars, karaoke lounges, and tea houses become frequent haunts.
In this world of dazzling lights and bustling activity, it's impossible to be completely oblivious to what's happening around us. We
've heard of and experienced everything that entertainment venues offer. However, we may not be "willing" to follow the crowd—concerns about reputation and honor
, even though we might secretly yearn for the day
when we can indulge in these desires without paying too high a price for reputation or honor.
I am a "social being" under the various physiological and psychological conditions analyzed above.
Based on the endlessly detailed analysis above, we won't get involved with karaoke hostesses, bar girls, or sauna beauties
. However, if one day we meet a close female confidante online or on QQ,
we might find ourselves caught in the turbulent currents of emotion or desire.
Thanks to Ma Huateng's QQ, in this virtual world, I once met a "soulmate
"—Ru—with whom I chatted for over a year. Ru was a Shanghai woman whose family had fallen on hard times;
she was a woman with whom I could confide deeply about life and human relationships in the virtual world. On the QQ platform, we went from strangers to acquaintances, eventually developing a
bizarre story of intertwined human emotions and desires.
In 2002, I went to Chengdu on a business trip and stayed at the Minshan Hotel. I remember that at that time,
the Minshan was considered a relatively high-end hotel in Chengdu, and the room had internet access.
Upon arriving in Chengdu, I was struck by the relaxed lifestyle of the Chengdu people, which was also reflected in my work.
Compared to the fast-paced life and work rhythm of Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, I found it difficult to adapt. However, my business partner wasn't in a hurry,
which gave me, someone with little interest in travel and sightseeing, ample time to chat online in my room
.
We were quite familiar with Ru, but we never asked each other where we came from or where we worked.
You might say, how is that possible? We chatted for over a year without ever asking where we lived or what we did for a living. Yes,
chatting with Ru was like a gentle boat gliding on water, flowing smoothly. We talked about life's triumphs, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the beauty of tea
, literature and philosophy, the ups and downs of the stock market, and the fluctuations of the economy. But we never discussed our work,
families, spouses, or children. It was as if we were otherworldly beings, untouched by the realities of life. In that year, I could sense her
purity and freshness. From her fragmented words, I could roughly understand her background, knowing she lived in
a certain region of a province in southwest China, though I couldn't pinpoint her exact location. I could also
sense her discontent from her few sighs on social media, but I couldn't be sure what kind of discontent she was experiencing.
However, this trip to Chengdu was destined to be the beginning of our intertwined lives and emotional connection, and it also nurtured
a poignant and passionate relationship where we poured our hearts, souls, and fiery emotions into each other.
It was mid-spring. I opened my laptop and logged into QQ. Back then, there were countless chat rooms of all kinds.
You could enter anytime as a visitor or lurk in to observe the chaotic world. It was said that back then,
it was common for men to hook up with pretty girls and women to hook up with rich guys. As long as both parties were interested and lived in the same city,
it wasn't considered shocking to date three times a day or sleep with five women
in three days. I didn't like chatting. None of the few friends I had on QQ were online. Only Ru's grayed-out penguin icon
was flashing, telling me she had left a message.
(Dear readers, this article has a lot of setup at the beginning and no explicit content, only a little passion in the latter half. If
you are in a hurry, please skip this part; I don't mean to delay you at all—hehe.) "Why haven't I seen you online for so long
? When will you be online?"
"I want to chat with you, but
..." "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Tell me when you're online."
...
I'm not usually online, or sometimes I log in invisible, but I was preparing for a project in Chengdu those few days
and really didn't have time to log in, which is why there were so many messages. We don't chat every day either. Why
does she seem so eager to talk to me? Is something wrong? So I immediately replied, "I'm here,
but I'm on a business trip."
I didn't expect her to reply immediately because her avatar was grayed out.
But the immediate "beep beep" sound gave me a surprise; she was online invisible.
"Oh, you're finally online!"
"I thought something had happened to you."
"Where are you on a business trip?"
Her enthusiasm infected me.
"Hehe, sorry, I've been busy the past few days and haven't had time to go online. I'm in Chengdu now."
"You're in Chengdu?!"
"Yes, what's up?"
"My home is in Chengdu, didn't you know?"
"When did you ever tell me your home was in Chengdu?"
"Oh, really? I don't think I ever did, but I thought you knew."
"Haha, what a coincidence! Where in Chengdu are you from? I think you're from Shanghai."
"Yes, I'm from Shanghai, but that's only because my parents are. Now I'm only half Shanghainese.
"
"How do I understand that?"
"Hehe, is it hard to understand?"
"Yeah, I'm a bit slow, not very good at social niceties, you know that.
" "Want to understand?"
"Yes."
"Then say a few things to make me happy and I'll tell you."
Hehe, it seems she's in a good mood today, almost like she's being a little coquettish.
"Oh dear, a refined woman like you wouldn't need a few flowery words to fob me off. I
'd love to hear your elegant commentary on classical poetry and lyrics; that would be a great learning experience for me."
"Haha, you silly girl, even though you're mostly just being polite, I'm still happy. Tell me,
which hotel in Chengdu are you staying at?"
"Minshan."
"Minshan Hotel in Jinjiang District?"
"Yes, it seems to be in the city center, but I'm not very familiar with it."
"Do you want to exercise?"
Such a leap of thought! I didn't immediately catch on.
"Exercise now? I usually only take a walk after dinner; I don't usually exercise."
"Oh dear, you're really dense."
"What's this all about? How am I dense?"
"Come downstairs now, give me your phone number, and then follow my instructions."
"What for?"
"Idiot, my home is very close to your hotel. Start your 'walking tram' and come
here for tea."
For a moment, I was truly stunned. I had never imagined meeting her, much less that I would see her so soon. Perhaps,
at that moment, I wasn't entirely ready to see her. But I was also incredibly excited, even though I'd never
dared to hope that a virtual friend could become a real person.
Since the beautiful woman had given instructions, I couldn't pretend to be cool, so I obediently typed in my phone number, logged off, and turned off my phone.
At 34, I was still quite energetic (yes, very energetic back then; looking at my 2003 driver's license, I could be
described as "handsome"—175cm tall, 120kg, thick black hair, elegant glasses,
intelligent eyes, upright head, handsome with a mature air. Eleven years later, I have graying temples
, a big belly, and a receding hairline that even I find disgusting). I washed my face, combed my hair, polished my shoes, put on
my suit, and went downstairs.
Just as I reached the lobby, the unique ringtone of my Nokia 8310 rang.
Following her directions, I headed west along the main road on the north side of Minshan Mountain, turning left and right...
Fifteen minutes later, I stopped in front of an old-fashioned brick and wood building. A tall
woman with long hair stood smiling before me, and I felt dizzy—"Her alluring eyes were shyly closed, her red lips parted in a smile,"
"Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment," "Her teeth were as white as melon seeds, her eyebrows were like delicate moths. Her face was as red as an open lotus, her skin as smooth as
solidified cream. She was graceful and unrestrained, light and nimble. She boasted of her unparalleled beauty, and relied on her captivating charm"... If I had a better
grasp of classical Chinese, I would have liked to describe and praise her even more, but alas, I lack the literary talent to express myself eloquently.
All the way there, I had imagined what she would look like, feeling both anticipation and trepidation, but I never expected her to be
so elegant and beautiful…
“You are xxx?”
“…”
“Hehe, are you stunned? Forgot your own name?”
“I…”
“Haha, I’m Ru, welcome to Chengdu.”
“You’ve made this beauty wait for fifteen minutes in front of Pin Du Xiao Zhu.”
Only then did I notice the four characters of the wooden plaque on the small building—“Pin Du Xiao Zhu”
…
I won’t go into details about the meeting.
She had hung a “No Guests Served” sign at the door. During our two-plus hours together, I drank her…
While enjoying a cup of "Mingshan Mengding Ganlu Tea" brewed with care, I listened to her recount her family's past and her current life. Ru's grandfather
ran a grain business in Shanghai before liberation. In 1948, near the end of the liberation, the family moved to Chengdu to escape the turmoil. At that time, her father
was still a minor. After liberation, due to family circumstances, they suffered the same misfortune as many other families across the country
: their warehouse was confiscated. Her father, subjected to constant criticism and struggle during the Cultural Revolution, suffered both mental and physical exhaustion and ultimately succumbed
to fate, passing away before the age of 35. This left her mother to raise her and her sister with great difficulty. Despite
the ravages of the Great Revolution, she still maintained a strong foundation in traditional Chinese culture due to her family background.
Her father provided her with a good education from a young age. Although the family fortunes declined, she and her sister did
not become homeless due to their ancestors' misfortunes. In 1983, the government returned the house her grandfather had purchased, which
is now her "Xiaozhu" (small dwelling).
Born in the mid-1970s, she dropped out of high school after graduation for various reasons and became a nurse. Her
beautiful appearance brought endless troubles to her and her family. Her mother arranged a "good husband" for her,
and after her marriage, she returned to Shanghai with her younger sister (some of their pre-liberation Shanghai properties were returned in 1985,
but their household registration was never resolved, which is puzzling).
After getting married, they lived in their old house, but unfortunately, her husband was weak and in poor health, and
she was unable to conceive, which became a worry for his family. Gradually, she and her husband's family
developed various Chinese family problems, and eventually their marriage broke down. She has remained single ever since...
After the divorce, she resigned from the hospital due to gossip at work. With the help of friends, she renovated her ancestral home,
turning the first and second floors into a tea room similar to a modern "club".
She wasn't particularly materialistic, but she was very devoted to her beloved "Pin Du Xiao Zhu" (a small, elegant retreat)
. Gradually, her retreat became a scenic spot in the city. She no longer entertained ordinary people, but only
those with a certain social standing and refined tastes. Those who loved tea, were skilled in playing the zither, understood calligraphy, and enjoyed needlework
were her guests, but this still couldn't alleviate the deep loneliness and solitude in her heart.
We met online by chance, and our acquaintance stemmed from my easygoing nature (actually,
I'm quite combative in real life; only in the virtual space of the internet can I release my easygoing nature and find inner peace. When chatting,
I'm very selective about my chat partners, rarely adding people proactively, and immediately
blocking anyone with topics that offend me), my refreshing (oh my god, that's the word she used to describe me), and my refusal to discuss sex. These
qualities left a deep impression on her, ultimately leading her to seek me out to chat and express her feelings whenever she felt like it.
When she heard I was on a business trip in Chengdu, she realized how close we were. The years she'd
spent running her little haven on her own had transformed her from a docile girl into a decisive and highly independent woman. She felt
that not seeing me would be a rejection of fate, which led to our meeting today. For
over two hours, I listened quietly to her story, feeling her early hardships and confusion, experiencing her
struggles and pain as an adult, and deeply sensing her hidden attachment to me.
I am not a saint, nor am I a hypocrite.
I have feelings.
I love beauty.
I love beautiful women.
Ru is beautiful.
Ru is such a beautiful woman.
Ru is such an elegant and slightly melancholic beauty. How
could I not be moved?
How could I not be touched?
Unless I…
But I never imagined Ru would be such a passionate and beautiful woman. Everything she did for me afterwards
is still etched in my memory. It should remain in my heart forever, but alas, life changes. If I don't record it, I fear this
fusion of emotions, this intertwining of desires, this chaotic relationship will leave me with a lifetime of guilt, lost in
the beauty of humanity.
I don't want to recount our first passionate encounter, our spiritual connection, our physical union, because
it was pure love and tenderness.
During our week in Chengdu, every night was a sweaty, passionate union—a battle, a taking,
a giving, a mutual sacrifice.
By chance, I later helped her, her mother, and her sister with their household registration transfers back to Shanghai, which led to
the subsequent chaos…
In
the spring of 2004, I enrolled in an EMBA program at a university, and had a lot of free time. Ru's mother was in her fifties,
and her sister was only twenty-two. I met and became acquainted with them while helping them with their household registrations. After Ru's household registration was transferred back to Shanghai,
she entrusted her business in Chengdu to a close friend and returned to Shanghai. Her family
owned a small property in a less central area of Shanghai, but even that, according to current market prices
, was worth close to 30 million yuan. At that time, before she returned to Shanghai, her mother, not very sophisticated,
lived a luxurious life with her youngest daughter in a spacious villa, a luxury unattainable for ordinary Shanghainese. In the Spring Festival of 2004, the family
finally reunited in Shanghai. To thank me for my help (I didn't spend any money to help them with the transfer, but I
certainly used all my connections; something they hadn't been able to accomplish for over ten years was finally put on hold because of a small problem—
I severely despise those "powerful officials," those "government officials" who take our taxpayers' money but do nothing), her
mother repeatedly asked Ru to invite me to their home for meals. However, for various reasons, the opportunity never arose until I went back to university for further
studies.
It was an afternoon when I arrived at the dinner party with a car full of gifts. I had been "in communication
" with Ru beforehand, and although my "mother" had repeatedly extended warm invitations, I
felt awkward about eating at their house since I'm married. So, before accepting the invitation, I bought many gifts, some for
my mother and some for my younger sister.
My sister, Ya, is 22 years old. She's not as tall as my older sister Ru, but she's still quite tall at 165cm. She's youthful
, beautiful, and full of energy. She moved to Shanghai with my mother when she was a teenager to study, but because she can't speak Shanghainese, she didn't attend school.
Because she was a Shanghai resident, her academic performance wasn't very good, and she didn't attend a regular university. Like her sister, she became a nurse
, but could only work in a private hospital. There were no permanent positions, few benefits, and the work was quite tough. Fortunately, they didn't
have to worry about housing, and they rented out three rooms on the ground floor as
an office for a company from out of town in Shanghai, so their finances were manageable. While helping them with their residency registration, my connections also solved her
long-standing employment problem. She kept saying she was grateful to "my brother" (my sister's "friend"—me)
for helping them obtain official Shanghai residency (not the current blue-stamp residency). Thanks to her connections
and her solid nursing theory and practical skills, she was hired as a permanent employee at a maternal and child health center in a district of Shanghai
.
That afternoon, the sunlight was gentle. When I arrived at their building with gifts, Ru was already waiting at
the door. Because there was no parking available, my car was parked at least 300 meters away from their house, so carrying
a large pile of gifts that far made me sweat profusely by the time I arrived.
I can imagine their enthusiasm. My mother was cooking, my sister hadn't come home from work yet, and Ru had prepared a bath for me,
letting me soak comfortably in their large bathtub.
No matter how I think about it, I can't remember whether I was tired or what; logically, I should have been
very excited, but I fell asleep in the bathtub.
A startled cry woke me from my daze. I knew Ya had come home from work. Ya's job problem was solved,
but another problem arose: the commute to work involved taking the bus, shuttle bus, and subway, taking more than two hours round trip, so it was
still very tiring. (After the subsequent family turmoil, to atone for my mistakes, I used my connections and spent
a considerable sum to finally reassign Ya's job, truly achieving: less work, more money, and closer to home—but that's
another story.)
I quickly got dressed (Ru had prepared a very clean shirt and underwear for me) and went down to the living room (the living room was on
the second floor, and the bathroom was on the third). Ru was whispering with Ya, and I could see Ya's excitement. Her
gift was the latest model cell phone and a fashionable cashmere sweater. Seeing me come downstairs, Ya exaggeratedly ran to my side and gave
me a loud kiss on the cheek. I was a little shocked. Just then, her mother came out with the dishes and,
seeing Ya's actions, scolded, "You little devil, acting like this! You're so old and still don't know how to be reserved!" "What's wrong?
He's not a stranger, he's my brother. What's wrong with a kiss?" "See if your sister doesn't hit you!" "My sister won't hit me.
She knows I like my brother." "Don't talk nonsense. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." "Xiao Z, Ya is being silly, please don't
take offense." "No, Ya is very sensible. You're always so polite, making so many dishes. I won't dare come again next time."
"We really want to thank you. You've helped us so much. We hope you'll like our family's cooking and
the dishes I make..."
Encouraged by my sister, we drank the red wine I brought. Unfortunately, my alcohol tolerance is limited, and I
was quickly persuaded to drink too much by the little girl. I could feel my face turning red, and my head felt heavy. I couldn't
remember if I had eaten or not. Anyway, when I woke up, I was lying in a room on the second floor.
I checked the time; it was a little after eight in the evening. Still a bit groggy, I was confused. How did I fall asleep?
Whose room was this? Where were they?
There was some hangover tea on the bedside table, which I picked up and gulped down.
Putting down the cup, my mind cleared a little. I heard running water in the bathroom and soft music. Clearly,
Ya was taking a shower in the ensuite bathroom.
I was still confused. What was going on? After a moment, the water stopped. Worried about the embarrassment of Ya discovering I was awake, I decided to continue
pretending to be drunk.
Squinting in the dim light, my now clear mind wondered what Ya would look like when she came out.
Ya quietly left the bathroom (every room in their house has a shower, and there's a large bathroom on the third floor
with a bathtub). She seemed afraid of disturbing my sweet dreams, unaware that "brother" was pretending to be asleep. Wrapped in a towel and with
her hair tied up, she quietly came to my bedside. I could feel her breath. She was gently drying her wet hair,
then squatted down. A few unruly strands of long hair brushed against my face; the dampness made me slightly uncomfortable. I dared not
open my eyes, afraid of being exposed.
Ya seemed unaware that I was awake. She stood up and then fell silent.
I was a little confused. Why was she so quiet? What was she doing? I slightly opened my eyes. Under the orange light,
a golden, naked body stood silently. In the backlight, I could see thin, pinkish hairs on her face, completely motionless
, seemingly lost in thought or hesitant. I dared not change my sleeping position, afraid she would discover I was awake.
"What should I do? My sister and mom just went to the supermarket. Will brother look down on me?"
Ya muttered to herself.
What did Ya mean? (I muttered to myself)
"Whatever, my sister knows what I like. She's always been accommodating, she won't be angry."
"If I miss this chance, I'll never have another one."
...
A sudden realization dawned on me. Could it be that Ya wants to...
"Brother," Ya called softly.
I didn't dare to respond .
"Brother, do you know I like you too?"
"My sister said you love her very much."
"I want you to love me too."
My penis was already erect...
I was also very nervous, but I didn't dare to agree or make any move...
All of this happened in the last minute or two. Before I could think it through, Ya had already
gently gotten into bed.
Ya's naked body was very fit, and any man would be unable to control himself, but I didn't dare...
Ya gently lifted the blanket. At this moment, even a fool would know what she was going to do, but I
couldn't do anything. My heart started pounding faster and faster. I could feel Ya's wet hair on my arm. If I didn't
react, it would obviously be an act.
In a flash, I decided to pretend to admit my mistake, pulling Ya into my arms and saying in a daze, "Ru, Ru,
let me love you."
Ya obediently let me embrace her, and I kissed her lips, sucking on them, my hands resting on her breasts...
It was in this ethereal state of mind that Ya, Ru, her mother, and I embarked on
a shocking, chaotic, and shameful incestuous tragedy, a bizarre and
beautiful tale of love and desire that unfolded in the most absurd way.
I never imagined that when I slid my hand from her nipple between her legs, Ya would be so wet. At
first, I thought it was just the moisture from her bath, but when my fingers slipped between her lips, my experienced self knew
it was her bodily fluids.
At that moment, I had transformed from a human into a beast.
I never imagined Ya would be a virgin, and I thrust my penis in directly.
"Ah, it hurts!"
"Brother, it hurts, it's Ya!
" "Huh?" "
Sister, it's you?"
"I'm sorry"—I pretended, "Brother, don't move, I'm willing, don't move, I like you, brother." I
pretended to have mistaken her for someone else, but my penis didn't withdraw; I didn't want to withdraw at that moment. It was the first time in my life I'd encountered a virgin.
I had initially thought that Ya's passionate and unrestrained personality meant she was no longer a woman. Who would have thought such an encounter would happen?
"Little sister, I can't!"—The clone still didn't back down.
"Brother, I like you, I want to give you my first time."
"Your sister will kill me, I've ruined you."
"Brother, don't talk, I'm still in pain."
"Sister won't blame you, sister knows I like you."—Note: Shanghai girls don't say "love,"
they say "like."
Ya slightly turned her head, her lips met mine, her tongue entered my mouth.
...
Everything happened just like that, everything was irreversible.
When I ejaculated, I heard footsteps coming upstairs. At this moment, it would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid, but
I wouldn't be willing to not finish. What's meant to happen will happen. Let God curse me.
...
I hurriedly finished, hurriedly wiped and tidied up, but unfortunately, it was too late. Ru had already pushed the door open and entered. Ya hadn't even
locked the door.
Ru was shocked on the spot.
"You...?"
I was overwhelmed with shame...
"Sister, don't blame brother, it was my initiative." I got up and hugged Ru tightly, burying my head in Ru's chest.
At this moment, we were both still naked.
Ru Ru snapped out of her daze, hurriedly shoved Ya aside, and turned to slam the door shut.
I quickly pulled on my shorts, and Ya rushed to the bathroom.
...
"XX, what happened?" Ru's tears streamed down her face.
I was speechless, awaiting her verdict.
"Ya, are you there? Ru, where are you?"—Mom called from upstairs. "Oh, I'm here with Ya."
"Is Xiao Z awake?"
A door opened.
It wouldn't open. "Why did you lock the door?"—Mom spoke.
"It's nothing, it was an accident, Mom, wait a minute."
"Oh, you guys go ahead, I'll go make some egg drop soup, it'll be good for Xiao Z now that she's awake."
...
I felt so ashamed. My mother's love and care, and I had slept with her two daughters, one of whom was still a virgin.
I felt so ashamed, having betrayed their pure hearts.
I awaited Ru's verdict, even a slap, but nothing came, only Ru's silent tears.
I didn't know how to end this.
...
Ya finished dressing and came out of the bathroom.
"Sister, don't blame brother, okay? I told you I wanted to share brother with you, didn't you promise?"
"Shut up, I thought you were just talking nonsense..."
"Sister, you like brother, and I like brother too. Without brother, even if we had a big house in
Shanghai, we wouldn't be able to stand on our own. I told you, sister."
"What will you do then? You idiot, my relationship with your brother is different from yours."
"How is it different?"
"I'm divorced, what will you do then?"
"I didn't want to marry brother, I know he has a family." " Then what?
" "
Sister, what era are we living in? I just want to give my first time to brother. Rather than giving it to someone who doesn't understand
love, I'd rather have brother love me. That's my way of repaying him. "
"Sigh, you're all my enemies..."
The
storm subsided temporarily, and the three of them returned to the living room, each lost in their own thoughts. Mom had already prepared egg drop soup.
The rest is history. Anyway, I later returned to school.
For the next three days, Ru and Ya didn't contact me again. I felt unsure how to face or handle the situation,
so I didn't contact them either.
Over the weekend, I drove to Jiangyin. When I got on the Yangtze River Expressway, I received a call from Ru: "XX, where are you?"
"I'm on the expressway to Jiangyin." "Okay, drive slowly, don't get distracted. Call me when you have time, I have something to tell you."
"Okay."
...
I thought to myself, what's coming will come, I have to accept whatever punishment I receive, even if Ru ignores me again. It wasn't
until I got back to my hotel in Jiangyin that evening that I called Ru back.
Ru told me that Ya had once told her that she would repay whoever helped her with her job problem with her body. After
I helped her family with their household registration, and especially after I resolved Ya's job issue, Ya told her, "Brother is very handsome,
I have to repay him, I want to share him with you." She never expected Ya to actually do that, nor did she expect me to
actually do it. I could only apologize, saying "I'm sorry," explaining that I was drunk and confused, mistaking Ya for
her. Ru didn't blame me too much, just asked me to go to their house again next week, saying she had something for me to do, which I agreed
to.
...
Since I was free the following Thursday afternoon, I texted Ru to tell her I would be visiting their house that afternoon, and I also texted
Ya. Ya didn't reply, but Ru said "okay."
On Thursday, I went to Ru's house as promised.
Both sisters were there, but Mom wasn't home. I didn't ask much; I guessed she was at the stock market, as she's always
active in the stock market.
I haven't introduced Ru's mother yet. She's 53 years old. Because of her excellent education and recent
good fortune, she takes excellent care of herself and looks very elegant and refined. Her skin is fair and smooth, with almost
no wrinkles. To the untrained eye, she would look only in her forties. The hardships of her past seem to
have left almost no mark on her. For her family and two daughters, she
hasn't remarried since her husband's passing. Even with so many matchmakers in Shanghai, she remains single, having never met
a man who moves her heart.
Ru, after being transferred back to Shanghai, hasn't found suitable work and hasn't been employed. Having
accumulated considerable wealth through business in previous years, she's not in a hurry to find a job and still wants to
open her own teahouse (later, at my suggestion and planning, they opened
a teahouse similar to those in Chengdu on the first and second floors of their villa, which is still operating today—but that's another story).
When we arrived at Ru's house, Ya was unusually quiet, preparing vegetables in the kitchen. Ru and I went to her room on the third floor, a
suite connected to a study.
After making tea, Ru began to speak: "XX, Ya is still young and playful. I won't
say much about her and you. We've been arguing these past few days, and finally reached a consensus." "What consensus?" I
asked, somewhat confused. "Today, since Mom isn't home, Ya and I will have a chance to be with you. After that, you shouldn't bother Ya anymore.
You and I are up to you. If you want, we can continue; if you don't, I hope you'll let Ya go. I also
ask Ya to stop bothering you. I didn't expect it to be like this, but since it's already happened, it's fate. I've been married for several
years and haven't gotten pregnant, and I guess I'll never have the chance. Today, let's satisfy Ya's curiosity, let her
experience some craziness, and also help her settle down. Are you willing?" I was shocked—such a good thing?
A marriage of convenience? A threesome?
What did I have to offer?
"I know you can't believe it. If you had a different expression, I would look down on you, and even more so on myself,
because I was blind. Your expression tells me you don't believe it, but it's true. Ya has watched
a lot of porn, and my marriage has caused her some confusion. She's never believed that sex could be as
passionate as in porn, including our first time. She felt nothing but pain and excitement. I was afraid
she wouldn't be able to resist external temptations and would go astray, so I agreed to let the two of us demonstrate for her, and allowed her to join in. It's
better for you to give her real love and sex than to be seduced by outsiders, don't you think?"
What else could I say?
Besides being grateful for my situation, besides thanking and repaying Ru's kindness, I had no reason to refuse.
...
I won't go into the intensity of the process, nor the multiple orgasms Ya experienced after her first encounter with my lips, tongue, fingers, beard, and pubic hair. I'll just say that because the three of us were so engrossed, we didn't even hear 　　or notice
our mother coming home . 　　The passionate embrace of her two daughters and a man in bed awakened a mother's long-dormant desires. Beneath her spring dress, her delicate, 　　snow-white skin pulsed with the pent-up longing of a middle-aged woman who had spent years alone in her empty room. From initial shock to involuntary 　　masturbation, and then accidentally bursting open the door (the first time with Ya, Ya forgot to close the door; this time, Ru also 　　forgot to close the door—was it truly fate?), all four were dumbfounded, unsure how to end the situation… 　　It was Ya again who said, "Mom, come up here too, let your brother love you once more." 　　Her face flushed, her mother didn't look like a woman in her fifties at all; her passion was burgeoning like that of a young woman. 　　Ru heard this, looked at her sister, then at me, then at her disheveled mother, got out of bed, helped her mother 　　take off her clothes, and pulled her onto the 1.8-meter bed. At this moment, no matter how clever, decisive, or lustful I was 　　, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My penis was no longer obedient, hanging limply at my waist, seemingly still dripping with what 　　I couldn't tell was Ru's or Ya's vaginal fluid. 　　Ru pulled her mother's hand onto my penis and lowered her head to lick her nipples. Her breasts, unused for nearly 20 years 　　, despite nursing two children, didn't seem to sag much; the areolas were slightly darker than Ru's 　　. Ya joined her sister in this, and at that moment, I couldn't help but lie down between my mother's legs and lick her 　　vulva… 　　A chaotic incestuous farce ended after I ejaculated four times, unable to maintain an erection any longer. Later, during my last intimate moment with Ru, I learned 　　how utterly astonished 　　her mother had been when she returned. She hadn't considered 　　the awkwardness of her eldest daughter inviting her "lover" home for dinner out of gratitude. Such things weren't uncommon in Shanghai. Her initial 　　fantasy of me becoming her son-in-law shattered upon seeing her two daughters passionately involved with me, especially after witnessing Ya's frenzied and 　　exciting behavior. She lost control of her lust, forgetting how unethical this was. 　　Afterwards, she felt deeply ashamed, but with her daughters' encouragement, she stopped trying to seduce 　　herself. 　　After this first affair, we had several more such escapades until Ya fell for a young 　　and handsome colleague of mine, ending the affair. 　　For many reasons, I later divorced, but couldn't be with Ru. I suppose it 　　had a lot to do with this absurdity; after all, becoming husband and wife after such an incestuous relationship was incredibly difficult. 　　... 　　Thank you to all the women in my life. Thank you, Ru, for the unforgettable experiences you gave me. Thank you, Ya, 　　for letting me experience the ups and downs of life after the transition from virgin to woman. Thank you to her mother for her tolerance and 　　love. 　　Thank you, life; thank you, love; thank you for the new understanding love brings. Thank you, my lover; thank you for 　　everything beautiful and all the beautiful memories. 　　Whether you have acted foolishly or not, those who have acted foolishly, when they look back on their lives years later, 　　hope to reflect on and awaken to their foolishness, providing warnings and correct guidance to those who come after. This 　　is the author's truest motivation for writing. 　　With heartfelt thanks, and a deep bow. 　　[The End]

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