My sister's son

Xingyu is my sister's son, 26 years old this year. He just got married last week, entering a brand new stage of his life. As his aunt, I'm certainly happy for him and wish him well, but I also feel a little lonely because Xingyu and I had an "improper" relationship for eight years, until two years ago when he started dating a girlfriend he could cherish for the rest of his life. Perhaps I should also start a new chapter in my life, step out of that secret period, and find a man who treats me well to live a peaceful and ordinary life.
Why did I put "improper" in quotes? Because "improper" is a worldly view, and as for what is proper or improper, everyone's understanding is different. Anyway, I think my relationship with Xingyu can only be described as wrong. It's like playing cards. Playing cards is gambling, and gambling itself is wrong, but would you admit that the money you win playing cards is illegitimate income? I think you wouldn't.
The story begins ten years ago. That year, my husband unfortunately died young from stomach cancer, and our once happy and fulfilling family collapsed in an instant. My in-laws insisted on taking care of their grandson, and I couldn't persuade them otherwise, so I agreed to let them stay with me. However, due to our vastly different lifestyles, conflicts between me and my in-laws were constant. After six months, I couldn't take it anymore and asked them if I could take care of my son, Xiaobao, by myself. They firmly refused. I understood their pain at losing their son in their later years, and Xiaobao, their only grandson, was undoubtedly their greatest source of emotional support. They truly loved Xiaobao very much, and Xiaobao didn't want to leave them either. With no other choice, I had to temporarily compromise.
Just then, my workplace offered me a transfer to Hefei for further training, and I agreed without hesitation. I thought to myself, "If you two want to take care of your grandson, then so be it!" Heartlessly leaving my five-year-old son behind, I went to Hefei alone.
At that time, I couldn't drive, and the journey from Chaohu to Hefei was by bus, a two-hour trip each way. So, I usually only went back to Chaohu to see my son on Saturday afternoons and took the last bus to Hefei for work on Sunday evenings.
Fortunately, my older sister lived in Hefei, and her home became my refuge. My older sister is ten years older than me. Three of her older brothers and sisters died young during those ten years, so my parents only had the two of us daughters. My older sister has always been very caring towards me, showering me with love and affection just like our parents. Naturally, my relationship with her is incredibly close.
Her son, Xingyu, is a handsome and somewhat refined young man. Xingyu's academic performance is outstanding; he got into top schools through his own merit from elementary to middle school and then high school, earning him the favor of his teachers. He has no major flaws, except that he seems a bit introverted and doesn't talk much. During my studies in Hefei, I stayed at my older sister's house, sharing a room with Xingyu—though we had separate beds. My sister's task for me was to talk to Xingyu often and try to guide his somewhat withdrawn personality. I'm naturally attracted to younger, more attractive men, and Xingyu is someone I've watched grow up; he also likes to communicate with me, so we get along very well.
On a side note, why can't some parents manage their relationships with their children well? Why are some children disobedient?
To a large extent, it's because parents are too bureaucratic, always putting on a parental air in their words and actions. Would you rather be your child's friend or their boss? Of course, children want you to be their friend, because only friends will they truly confide in.
For a long time, after losing my husband and child, I only used work to numb myself. Although I was physically and mentally exhausted after work each day, I felt fulfilled. I didn't have many friends in Hefei, and my nightlife was rather monotonous. Occasionally I'd have dinner with colleagues, but most of the time I'd go straight to my sister's house. That year, Xingyu was in his first year of high school. His studies weren't so demanding, and he had plenty of free time in the evenings. We often closed our bedroom doors and chatted until late at night. I discovered that Xingyu wasn't truly introverted; he was the kind of person who was secretly passionate. Before you truly became his friend, he might be completely silent, but once you got to know him, he would become very talkative. My sister inherited my mother's authoritarian style and couldn't let go of her authority to communicate with Xingyu, which is why their relationship became strained.
After spending some time with Xingyu at my sister's house, I gradually noticed that Xingyu sometimes looked at me strangely—it's a woman's intuition. For example, when I took off my stockings before washing my feet at night, I unintentionally saw Xingyu staring intently at me. Although it wasn't a private matter, his expression seemed very unnatural, not simply the way he looked at an elder. I suddenly realized that Xingyu had grown up, and I could no longer judge his inner world with the eyes of a child. From then on, I started to pay attention to my clothing, especially when I was alone in the room with Xingyu at night. I would still wear a bra, and then quietly take it off after turning off the lights to sleep.
Sometimes it's like that; the more you guard against him, the more curious he becomes. Xingyu and I share a wardrobe, each using half, so my clothes, including my underwear, are no secret to him. Several Sunday nights, when I returned to Hefei from Chaohu and went to the wardrobe to get a change of underwear to take a shower, I found that my underwear, bra, stockings, etc., had been rummaged through, although not obviously. But I know what I put in my own clothes. It wasn't until one night when I changed my bra and left it in the laundry tub without washing it, that I discovered dried traces of an unidentified liquid inside the bra cups the next day at noon. That's when I realized the situation was serious. Adults know what that stuff is. I guessed it was Xingyu who did it. My brother-in-law is a respectable old scholar, eight years older than my sister; he would never do something so trivial.
I panicked. How could I deal with this nephew who was going through puberty, growing up, and going through a rebellious phase?
I had absolutely no experience. Moving out of my sister's house to escape and deter Xingyu's inappropriate thoughts wasn't the best solution; it might only be a temporary fix. So what should I do? I thought of asking my best friend Qiqi for help. Qiqi was my classmate for six years in middle school, and we both went to the same medical school. After graduation, we were both assigned back to Chaohu, so we were like sisters, sharing secrets with each other without reservation. Kiki said it's normal for young boys these days to have these thoughts. The information they have access to is incomparable to what people had ten or twenty years ago. However, sex education in schools is lagging far behind. Because of this lack of sex education, these young boys haven't truly experienced a woman's body, which is why they're so curious about women. If one day they do experience it, understand it, and become familiar with it, they'll realize it's nothing special, nothing mysterious. It's like newlyweds; after the honeymoon, the passion fades, and they slowly become like an old married couple dealing with the mundane realities of life. Besides, if he goes around messing around with female classmates, wouldn't that be even more serious? Don't forget, young girls these days aren't exactly innocent either.
What Kiki said seemed to make sense, but was she implying I should accept the challenge? I found it unbelievable. Kiki is always outspoken and bold, and sometimes even I disagree with her style. After what she said, I felt completely lost. I think the best I can do is hold back and wait and see, especially to keep my sister in the dark, otherwise she'll only resort to violence, which would be even worse for Xingyu's physical and mental development.
It's been a whole year since my husband left me. My little one is growing up healthily under the loving care of my in-laws, and I'm gradually emerging from the shadow of losing my beloved. Some of my friends have started introducing me to potential partners, but I feel it's not the right time and have politely declined them all. I've been living at my eldest sister's house for half a year now. Aside from being more careful with my personal belongings, Xingyu and I are getting along well; after all, he's introverted and timid.
Perhaps it was fate playing tricks on me! One weekend I went back to Chaohu, and Qiqi invited me to her house. When I walked into her bedroom, I was shocked to see a pile of adult toys on the bedside table. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I'd only ever glanced at them when I passed by sex shops, and I never imagined someone I knew actually used such things! Seeing my astonishment, Qiqi quickly came over and said, "You're so out of touch! What era are we living in? Don't look at me with such feudalistic eyes!" I said, "Don't you have a boyfriend? Why are you using these?" She said that jerk has been busy lately, she only sees him two or three times a week, and besides, he's not very good in bed, so it's more fun to do it herself. She asked me how I solved my problems, and even asked if my nephew helped me? I said, "Are you crazy? How could that be!" Seeing that I was getting angry, she apologized profusely, pulling me to sit down while continuing to ramble on. She said we've all been through this, and you have to be more open-minded. Even ancient emperors had incestuous relationships, and it was commonplace, let alone in the open 21st century! As long as you pay attention to personal hygiene and precautions, and treat the little guy like a talking masturbation device, that's all that matters. Who would know if you didn't tell him? After listening to this crazy woman's nonsense, I was both amused and exasperated. I was angry at myself for making such a bad friend!
I don't know why, but since hearing Qiqi's "fallacies" and returning to Hefei, I've become less wary of Xingyu. Maybe Xingyu is just naturally likable; who would dislike a child who gets good grades, is obedient, and is good-looking? As for Qiqi's talk about ancient emperors committing incest, I inexplicably went online to look it up, and there really were some emperors who went down in history who had affairs with their aunts, nieces, and even their own mothers, yet they weren't ridiculed by later generations. The romantic affair between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and his daughter-in-law Yang Guifei has been passed down as a beautiful story. My outlook on life began to be overturned from then on.
To be honest, for a year after my husband passed away, I had almost no sexual thoughts. It wasn't that I wanted to be a chaste and virtuous woman; it was just that my husband was the person I loved most, and I simply couldn't convince myself to accept another man into my body in such a short time. Now, a year has passed, and my friends have all advised me to move on from my grief and give myself a new future. I think it's time to pull myself together again. As Qiqi said, this is no longer an era of chastity.
So I started to pay attention to my appearance again. After all, I'm only in my early thirties, the prime of a woman's life. Xingyu also noticed my changes. I often saw him staring at my thighs and my breasts with strange eyes. At this time, I no longer had the idea of avoiding him. Instead, I felt that being appreciated by a young man meant that I wasn't old yet! That year, Xingyu was sixteen, the most beautiful time of his life. Although he was handsome with fair skin, he wasn't tall and was rather thin, making him an easily endearing character. Because Xiaobao and I lived in different places, I could only see my son one or two days a week, so the rest of the time I poured all my maternal love onto Xingyu. I bought him clothes, sneakers, snacks, and anything else I could afford. Even my sister thought I spoiled him too much. I joked, "Are you jealous and afraid I'll take Xiaoyu away?"
The more I loved Xingyu, the closer "danger" drew. One evening, my older sister and brother-in-law weren't home. I was taking a shower in the bathroom when I vaguely heard light footsteps outside the door. In a panic, I called out, "Who is it?" Actually, this question was unnecessary; who else could it be but Xingyu? Xingyu said in a flustered voice, "Auntie, I have diarrhea, I can't hold it in anymore." Originally, my sister's house had two bathrooms, but the smaller one had been converted into a storage room during renovations. I felt bad about making him go to the public restroom downstairs, so I hurriedly put on my bathrobe without even drying myself off, then opened the door and let the little devil in. Xingyu slowly squatted down and pulled down his pants, scanning my body from head to toe. I quickly turned around, left the bathroom, and closed the door, wondering if he was doing this on purpose.
Outside the bathroom, even though I was wrapped in a bathrobe, I was soaking wet, water droplets constantly dripping onto the floor. Waiting for ten minutes felt like sitting on pins and needles. Why was this kid taking so long? I got impatient and urged him to hurry up; I needed to continue showering! Xingyu agreed verbally, but then dawdled for another five minutes before finally emerging looking flustered. When I returned to the bathroom and closed the door, I discovered that the bra hanging behind the door had been tampered with by the little devil. Before, it was horizontal, but now it was vertical. I touched the center of the inside of the cup with my thumb; there was a liquid that looked like saliva. I was both ashamed and annoyed. This kid was so naughty!
I took off my bathrobe, turned on the shower again, and couldn't help but examine my body. Thankfully, my waist hadn't gotten fat, and my breasts were still proudly erect, proving I was indeed still young. As the steam filled the air, the vanity mirror became the most seductive screen in that moment. Unconsciously, my hands reached for my breasts, then for my private parts… A long-awaited act of masturbation felt like rain after a drought, giving me a brief moment of satisfaction.
Back in the bedroom, I saw Xingyu sitting on his bed, pretending to be calm while reading. I felt a little uneasy, unsure what to say, so I went to bed early. Around ten o'clock, my older sister and the others returned, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully. After about two hours, I vaguely heard rustling sounds in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a faint light, probably from the laptop. I turned over and looked towards Xingyu's bedside—oh my god! I couldn't believe my eyes! This kid was masturbating in front of a sexy female celebrity on the computer! I think I blushed furiously because it was the first time in my life I'd ever seen a man masturbate. Later, Qiqi told me it's called "hitting a hand," or "masturbating" for men.
My heart was pounding. Although I had suspected Xingyu had masturbated with my underwear before, I was still quite shocked when he appeared naked in front of me in a "live broadcast." This kid is usually so well-behaved and sensible, but his thoughts are so complicated behind the scenes. Couldn't you have done this when your aunt wasn't home? How could I bear to see you like this! I closed my eyes without showing any emotion. Should I tell my older sister and the others? I didn't know what to do. That night I thought a lot, and ultimately I thought it was all because of puberty. Like Qiqi said, the information that young boys have access to now is incomparable to what it was ten or twenty years ago. Besides, everyone has been young and ignorant. I slept restlessly through the night, sometimes dreaming of the loving moments on my honeymoon with my husband, sometimes of Qiqi and Xingyu having an affair—just disgusting images.
Two weeks later, on Saturday, my brother-in-law's 50th birthday, my life was completely changed. My brother-in-law was a university professor with countless students. There were many guests that day: his colleagues, students, and various relatives and friends. At noon, I helped my sister entertain at the hotel and drank quite a bit. It wasn't until 3 pm, when the guests had left and some were playing cards, that I dragged my weary body back to my sister's house. Xingyu opened the door for me. Seeing that I was unsteady on my feet, he quickly helped me to bed. Although I was drunk, I was still conscious. In those few steps from the door to the bedroom, Xingyu took advantage of me. Shouldn't he have helped me by supporting my waist? He supported my buttocks. After laying me down, he took off my high heels, but his hands wouldn't let go of my feet, fondling them with obvious affection. My feet were tired from standing in high heels all day, but his touch actually made me feel comfortable, and I immediately felt sleepy.
Seeing an opportunity, Xingyu could no longer suppress his long-planned lust. He silently climbed onto the bed and began carefully unbuttoning the cheongsam. I could feel it, but because I was so sleepy, I didn't think much of it with my eyes closed. Only when he had completely unbuttoned the cheongsam and pounced on me like a hungry tiger, his hands roughly kneading my breasts, did I suddenly realize that danger had finally arrived. I tried to break free from Xingyu's advances, but the more I struggled, the more excited he seemed. I weakly pushed him away, pleading, "Xingyu, stop! I'm your aunt! Please don't do anything like this!" By this time, Xingyu was completely obsessed and couldn't stop. He held my hands down, muttering incessantly, "I know you're my aunt, Auntie has missed you for so long, Auntie, give yourself to me!
Auntie, you're so beautiful! Auntie, I can't resist!" As he spoke, he pressed his head between my breasts, rubbing it back and forth. He freed one hand to unhook my bra, and I took the opportunity to cover my breasts, but then he used his other hand to touch my genitals, and I quickly tried to pull his hand away. He was groping
me all over, and I couldn't keep up. This kid may not be big, but he has a lot of strength. His legs were like clamps, pinning my legs down so I couldn't move. I had already drunk a lot, and after resisting for only a few minutes, I was completely exhausted.
I wanted to scream for help, but I was worried that if I alerted the neighbors or even the police, Xingyu's future would be ruined.
Remembering what Qiqi had said, I steeled myself and decided to give in this time, even if it meant never doing it again. Seeing my resistance weakening, Xingyu's movements became much more efficient, quickly disarming my upper body. My breasts were exposed instantly, and Xingyu, like a monkey, cupped them, rubbing and licking them, switching between left and right. His breathing was rapid, almost labored, and his hands trembled. Honestly, his haphazard assault on my breasts made me very uncomfortable, and I still symbolically waved my hands, patting his shoulders.
Xingyu completely ignored my feelings, sucking on my nipples like a baby smacking its lips looking for milk. I should have felt humiliated, but instead, I felt a pang of pity, even a slight excitement. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since a man had touched me; even the proudest woman has her day of submission. Xingyu licked my breasts for a long time, then tried to kiss my lips. I turned my face away to avoid his kisses, but he took the opportunity to kiss my cheek, saying in a slightly trembling voice, "Auntie, you smell so good. Auntie, I've liked you for a very, very long time."
After all this, I was exhausted, and the alcohol was taking effect, making me incredibly hot. Xingyu was also covered in sweat. He quickly stripped himself naked, then stripped me completely as well. When he removed my stockings and then ripped off my last covering—my underwear—I completely succumbed. I never imagined that Qiqi's joke would come true. Xingyu buried his head in my pubic hair, his tongue licking from top to bottom like he was licking ice cream. As the ice cream melted, my juices flowed out. I had completely forgotten that this little brat was my own nephew. I started shedding my ladylike facade and began moaning uncontrollably, moans that still sound lewd to me.
When Xingyu inserted his already erect penis into my vagina, my whole body trembled. But he was inexperienced, and just as he was about to thrust, his penis slipped out. He straightened it and went in again, and my body immediately went limp. My lower body twisted helplessly with each thrust, his movements sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making me feel very uncomfortable. After all, he was still just a kid!
I couldn't help but think of my first time with my husband. My husband's technique was clearly not on the same level as his. Now I realized that my husband must have had other women before me. With this strange thought, I no longer felt restrained, and my arms involuntarily tightened around Xingyu's back, actively responding to his thrusts. Xingyu was undoubtedly startled by my sudden action. He paused for a few seconds, then immediately increased the force and frequency of his thrusts. I don't know if it was because I was tight down there, but his moans were louder than mine, like trying to pry open a rock, always just a little bit too much force. Actually, what I was most worried about at that moment was my older sister and her family suddenly coming home and catching me in this disgusting scene. As the saying goes, a widow's door is always full
of gossip, especially since the person I was having sex with was my nephew. If my sister and her family found out, would they forgive me? Gradually, I felt Xingyu's stamina was clearly failing. It was his first time, so it was normal that he didn't know how to manage his energy properly. He was still muttering "Auntie, I love you, Auntie, I love you," but his penis was slowly going soft. I was secretly relieved that he hadn't ejaculated; he must have been too nervous. When he withdrew and collapsed on the bed, I hadn't actually reached orgasm yet. It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed sex, and although the process wasn't satisfactory, as Qiqi said, treating him like a sex toy was better than masturbating!
After finishing quickly, I felt dizzy and inexplicably uncomfortable. The initial excitement quickly faded, replaced by immediate regret. I deeply regretted not resisting to the end. Perhaps if I had persisted a little longer, Xingyu would have stopped himself from making the mistake. Xingyu, lying beside me for two minutes, perhaps realizing the gravity of his error, suddenly sprang out of bed, tumbling and crawling away without even closing the bedroom door. With a thud, I heard him close the security door and leave. I forced myself to get out of bed, close and lock the bedroom door, and returned to bed. I was utterly exhausted. In that instant, resentment, grievance, fear, regret… all the negative emotions surged into my heart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Later, I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was awakened by my older sister's knocking. Around nine o'clock, I sat up weakly and realized I was still completely naked. I quickly put on my robe and went to open the door for her. My older sister thanked me for helping them serve the guests that day and asked if I was hungry. I stammered and didn't know what I was saying. She then asked where Xingyu was, and I said I didn't know. She said Xingyu hadn't gone to the hotel for dinner, and no one answered his phone. That night, Xingyu didn't come home, the first time in over ten years he hadn't returned home overnight. My sister was terrified and made calls everywhere. At 2 a.m., Xingyu called back saying he was at a classmate's house, and my sister finally relaxed. Actually, I was quite nervous too, because I was worried that if something happened to Xingyu, I would be held responsible.
[The End]

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