My wife had sexual relations with my nephew, who is in the first year of junior high school.

My wife's name is Guan Xiaoting. She's 163cm tall, with breasts somewhere between a B and C cup—not huge, not small either—and a perky butt. She has a nephew named Guan Hai, the only male in three generations of their family, practically the lifeblood of the family. My wife dotes on him to an unbelievable, outrageous degree! She gives him whatever he wants, lets him do whatever he pleases.
Two years ago, for the sake of his future, his family transferred him to our school in Shanghai. He was only in fifth grade at the time. He probably wasn't used to the new environment and complained of insomnia, saying he wanted to go home. He said he always slept with his mother at home and wanted to touch her breasts to sleep. My wife couldn't refuse, so she discussed it with me, and we agreed that he could sleep with my wife temporarily. Later, I discovered that her nephew, Guan Hai, also liked to touch my wife's breasts. I told her at the time that the boy was too old to sleep in the same bed, that she shouldn't expose her body to him, and especially that she shouldn't let him touch her breasts. Besides, he's her nephew, not her son, and he's about to enter puberty; he's not a child anymore and might have other ideas. However, because my wife excessively doted on her nephew, the matter was dropped. Later, it escalated to the point where the child touched my wife's breasts, and my wife touched his penis. I even caught the child peeping at my wife while she was using the toilet and showering. We argued about this more than once, and I even called my brother-in-law to Shanghai to have the child sent back to his hometown. As you can imagine, my wife and I had a huge fight. In the end, the child stayed with us in Shanghai to continue his studies, but my wife wouldn't let him sleep with her anymore. Afterwards, my wife often said I had unhealthy thoughts, saying the child was just curious and that's why he touched her breasts and peeked at her showering and using the toilet; letting him see satisfied his curiosity was enough, after all, he's just a child. I, of course, didn't agree. As a result, my wife became cold towards me, and the child also disliked me and ignored me.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, my child is already in the first year of junior high school. He still clings to his aunt, my wife, and is quite cold towards me, probably because of the incident where he had his father come out. My wife spoils him rotten; she bought him an iPhone 6 even though he's only in junior high. He complained that the old computer at home was slow for games, so my wife bought him a cheap, second-tier computer—cash on delivery, I paid for it. I don't care about any of that; I'm not short of money, I could buy him hundreds of computers. But something I couldn't tolerate happened. One night, I found him online with pornographic images. When he saw me at the door, he immediately closed the page, shut the door, and continued browsing. I told my wife about it that night, asking her to keep an eye on him, and she argued with me again, saying I just couldn't stand her precious nephew. Fine, I stopped talking; it's none of my business. He's not family, so what if he goes astray? But in the end, it still became my problem. One Sunday, I was at home watching TV in the living room. The nanny was off work, so my wife was preparing dinner in the kitchen. That kid, as usual, was clinging to my wife; I wasn't surprised anymore. I went to smoke, and when I realized my lighter was out, I went to the kitchen to light one. Since everyone in the house wears slippers, we walk very quietly, but I could hear them laughing and joking in the kitchen. My wife laughed and said, "If you touch her again, call her uncle!" The kid said, "Uncle touches too, I touch too." Turning the corner, I saw her nephew rubbing my wife's buttocks with both hands in the kitchen doorway. When they saw me, my wife pulled the nephew to her right side, as if afraid I would do something. The kid pretended nothing was wrong and helped his aunt wash vegetables. After lighting my cigarette, I watched TV in the living room, but I had no idea what was on. I felt a tightness in my chest. I knew that if I talked to my wife about it, we would definitely argue again. What did my wife take her nephew for? A baby? Her only son? A little husband? The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I simply went out to meet some friends for drinks and dinner. My nephew is so clingy to his aunt; they watch those stupid talent shows together, and they go shopping together too. My wife doesn't even lock the bathroom door when she showers, and my nephew just sits outside playing on his phone, talking to her, and occasionally opening the door to hand her a towel or slippers. I think he's seen every inch of my wife's body—her breasts, her buttocks, her vagina, even her anus—and more than once!
He's in the first year of junior high, and while other kids take the bus home by themselves, my wife drives him home every day without fail, ignoring her clients at work. One of her subordinates told me, "Picking up and dropping off her nephew is the boss's top priority." Damn it, what infuriates me the most is that I want a child, but my wife says we should wait two more years, until he's in high school. Damn it, by then we'll be thirty-six or thirty-seven. At the end of this year, because my company needed to close accounts, I went to Anhui for a few days to collect debts, expecting to be back in three or four days. Things went surprisingly smoothly, and like an idiot, I even went to Suzhou to buy her favorite Fuliji roast chicken. Then, I got home before 8 pm the next evening. When I rushed home like an idiot, I encountered the most fucking thing I've ever done. When I got home, our bedroom door was closed, and my nephew's bedroom door was also closed. But I could hear sounds of a man and woman having sex coming from inside—the sounds of penises thrusting in and out, and moaning. I froze for about ten seconds, completely confused, thinking maybe her nephew was watching porn. I went to the door to listen, and inside, they were moaning and groaning, and I could even hear my wife's voice: "Slow down, slow down, it's bad for your health if it's too fast." I thought of my wife cheating on me, and I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and killed the adulterer. I kicked the door open, and the scene inside left me with mixed feelings. The adulterer was her nephew, a mere seventh grader! He was holding my wife's legs up, his barely-grown penis inside her genitals, thrusting rapidly and vigorously! My wife's vagina was dripping with vaginal fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets; they must have been fucking for quite a while. I didn't know who to chop the kitchen knife in my hand, so I swung it at the wardrobe… Her nephew hid in his room and wouldn't come out. What could I say to a seventh grader with barely any pubic hair? My wife and I didn't argue. I just wanted to know why, why my wife would let her own nephew fuck her, and how many times she'd let him do it! My wife was surprisingly calm. To be honest, it only happened twice. The first time was a week ago. She found her nephew looking at pornographic pictures and masturbating. As his aunt, she went to intervene, but unexpectedly, the boy grabbed her and reached into her pajamas to rub her breasts. My wife doesn't wear a bra at home, and her breasts are often touched by her nephew, so she didn't think much of it and didn't resist much. She was even trying to gently educate her nephew about not looking at pornographic pictures and videos when her nephew's hand reached into her pajamas and between her legs, rubbing her vulva through her panties. He then acted coquettishly and playfully said he wanted to try what it felt like to be fucked by an adult. My wife couldn't resist him, and in her nephew's bedroom, she let him fuck her for the first time. The second time was tonight. Knowing I wouldn't be home, her nephew insisted that she watch porn with him. Since he had already fucked her once, and I wasn't home, my wife agreed. Then the two of them were watching porn on the computer. Her nephew was rubbing her breasts and touching her vagina, and she was playing with her nephew's penis. They got aroused and went to our bedroom to have sex. After finding out what happened, we didn't argue. I didn't want to, and I didn't know if my wife was telling the truth about it only happening twice. My wife said, "You can't tell her brother about this, you can't tell anyone. What will happen to the child if you do?" I didn't say anything. I thought about divorce, but I really didn't want to. I love my wife, and she loves me; that's her only flaw. I didn't know what to do about this nephew. I left home and went to a bar. I got completely drunk. I couldn't tell anyone—not my family, not my friends. I was so frustrated. I was completely out of it. A bartender I knew helped me to a hotel across the street to rest, but I couldn't sleep. I called the front desk and ordered two girls. After I finished, I gave them each 2000 yuan. They said it wouldn't cost that much for the whole night. They kept me company and chatted with me. Since I had no connection with them, I told them what had happened. They were surprised and found it unbelievable. However, they said they had also encountered fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys when they were selling themselves. They said kids mature early these days, and there are many different ways they have sex. After I finished, I felt a little relieved. That night, I dreamt of two girls, then woke up, then dreamt again. The next morning, I turned on my phone and saw over thirty missed calls, all from my wife. I suddenly felt a surge of warmth, despite what had happened before… Perhaps letting go is the only way to better face tomorrow. I took a breath of the chilly morning air and gave the two women the remaining thousand-odd yuan in my bag. They had taken care of me all night; I vomited twice and cried once, and they stayed with me the whole time. When I left the hotel, the receptionist offered to return my deposit, but I waved my hand and said I didn't want it.
When I got home, my wife's eyes were swollen. Seeing me, she hugged me and cried, saying she was afraid I might do something rash. She hadn't slept all night and had called all my friends. She said she would call the police if I hadn't come home. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I held my wife, whose eyes were red from crying, and said nothing… My wife said, "Let's have a child." I nodded. For the next two months, my nephew seemed to change a bit. He became more affectionate towards me. I enrolled him in junior taekwondo, and it worked very well. He came home exhausted every day, like a dog, and the little guy was much more well-behaved, quickly taking a bath and falling asleep immediately. Those two months were so harmonious.
Then it was Chinese New Year, and my nephew went back to his hometown. On New Year's Day, he called to say he wanted to return to Shanghai. I understood; how could a young man accustomed to big city life live long-term in a remote rural area? My wife was very happy. When he arrived at Shanghai Station, my wife and I went to pick him up. Seeing my nephew, my wife hugged and kissed him happily. Although I was a little annoyed, what could I do? My nephew arrived home with a huge suitcase. When he opened it, it was full of local specialties from our hometown—enough to fill the table! With about ten days left before school started, and his Taekwondo class on holiday for Chinese New Year, my nephew seemed more well-behaved at home. He wasn't causing trouble anymore, spending all his time on his phone or computer, and not bothering my wife as much. On the 25th, with only a few days left before school started, my company was preparing to start operations, and my wife's company was almost up and running. Neither of us had time at home. My nephew said he'd just stay home playing games and wouldn't go anywhere. My wife and I both went out. On the 26th, my first workday, I went to Hangzhou to visit a very close client, a son of a high-ranking official, who was also my college roommate. When I got on the highway, I realized I hadn't brought any gifts. I figured he wouldn't like them anyway. Then I remembered all the local specialties I had at home, many of which I'd never even heard of, and I figured my college roommate would appreciate them. So I turned around and went home at the highway exit. I arrived home at 10 am. As I opened the door, I felt—I don't know why—something felt missing. Our bedroom door was ajar. I stood in front of the half-closed door, staring blankly at everything seen through the crack: on our large double bed, my wife was kneeling, her round, white buttocks raised high, revealing her tight, wrinkled anus and swollen, purplish-red vulva. Her nephew was kneeling behind her, holding her waist, his not-so-thick penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina. My wife was moaning and groaning ecstatically, and her nephew would occasionally pat his aunt's white buttocks and rub her large breasts. They were having sex so naturally, it didn't look like an aunt and nephew having sex at all, but rather like a young couple. I stood there, stunned, watching everything unfold. They changed positions; her nephew lay down, and his wife squatted on top of him, thrusting and wiggling her hips, manipulating his penis… until suddenly the nephew sat up, burying his face between his wife's breasts. I knew he had ejaculated, inside my wife's vagina, inside his own aunt's vagina. After a few moments of trembling, my wife got off, white semen flowing from her swollen, thick vagina, dripping onto the sheets. Like a submissive wife, she wiped her nephew's penis, then buried her head in it and licked it for a while before cleaning herself. She took some toilet paper and wiped the semen from her vagina. My wife had actually let her nephew ejaculate inside her; she finally agreed to have a child. Did she truly realize her mistake, or was she lying to me two months ago? Did she want our child, or her child with her nephew?!
I stood at the door for so long, and they didn't even notice me. It was as if I were superfluous, which was exactly what I was meant to be. The two of them were naked, leaning against each other on the bed watching TV. As they watched, her nephew would occasionally touch his wife's breasts and grope her vulva, while his wife would touch and knead his nephew's already limp penis. It wasn't until the nephew said he was a little cold, and his wife said the air conditioner was on full blast, and the nephew asked if the door was closed properly, that they turned around and saw me standing there, dumbfounded. I silently went to the living room, found some local produce, and then silently left. No matter how much my wife called me, I didn't even glance at them. The car sped along the highway, driving extremely fast, as if my lost heart lay ahead of the highway. The 26th... Today is March 1st. March, the month when spring arrives, my spring... will never come. I don't want anything anymore. I didn't go home, I didn't go back to the company, and I didn't go to my college roommate's house. The highway service area is a good refuge. I curled up on the smelly little bed... I leaned against the sofa in the internet cafe at the service area, which was full of cigarette ash, playing CS, a game that no one plays anymore, a game that belonged to my college days. I kept telling myself that maybe it was all a dream, and dreams always end. It must be a dream, it must be a dream... Actually, I don't hate anyone yet. I don't hate my wife, nor do I hate her nephew. I don't know what state I'm in. I'm in a daze, just playing games numbly. When I'm tired, I eat something, when I'm sleepy, I sleep, and then I wake up and it's another day. Maybe I'll go back in a few days, maybe... I don't know... This morning when I woke up, I even thought about driving all the way to Tibet. Call it escapism, call it cowardice, it doesn't matter. Humans are truly complex creatures. Since we've evolved reason, why do we still retain our primitive instincts? I rarely drink, but these past few days, I don't even know how much I've drunk. I just know that when I need it, I buy a bottle. Baijiu (Chinese liquor) is awful; it burns my throat and stings my nose, but it makes you react slowly, and that feeling is wonderful.
[The End]

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