My cousin and my father

It was a four-story villa standing not far from the coast.

My uncle's speculative business had gradually improved over the years, so my aunt took advantage of the recent tourism boom in our city to build this villa and open a hotel.

When we arrived at the villa, it was already packed with guests. My aunt had been busy greeting relatives at the banquet, but when she saw my father and me arrive, she stepped out from the crowd to greet us.

My father and aunt were siblings after all, and they greeted each other warmly as soon as they met. After a few pleasantries, my uncle came over to greet my father, and then he was pulled into a group of men's tables by my uncle.

For a moment, I didn't know which table to sit at. I stood there dumbfounded, like a piece of wood stuck in the middle of the crowd. If it were any other time, my mother would definitely sit at the same table as me, but today she wasn't there, and I felt like a headless fly.

Just as I was wondering what to do, a hand suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was my cousin.

She asked me excitedly, "When did you arrive?"

I replied with a smile, "Just now."

My cousin said, "This place must be hard to find!"

I nodded and said, "Yes!

It took us an hour to get here!"

After saying that, my cousin led me to a banquet table and gestured for me to sit down.

The banquet table was already full of various dishes, but our table wasn't full yet, so we couldn't start eating.

After seeing me arrive, my cousin stopped helping my aunt greet the guests and started chatting with me.

While rinsing the bowls and chopsticks on the table with boiling tea, she asked me, "Has Uncle arrived?"

I replied, "Yes, yes! He's over

there!"

As I spoke, I pointed in my father's direction.

My cousin glanced at him and then looked away, continuing, "I heard from my mother that Auntie recently went to Guangzhou?"

I nodded, indicating that my cousin was right.

My cousin said, "When will Auntie be back?"

As she spoke, she put her chopsticks to her lips and smacked them.

I shook my head and said, "I don't know!

They said they'd be gone for half a month,

but then they called back and told Dad they would

n't be back for a month." My cousin asked in surprise, "Then it's just you and Uncle left at home?"

I nodded vigorously, thinking, "Could there be anyone else?"

My cousin didn't say anything after that, but I noticed a hint of a smile in her eyes out of the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, it dawned on me, and I said to my cousin, "Cousin, I want to ask you for a favor."

My cousin turned her head and asked, "What favor?"

I said with a grin, "Cousin, could you help me review my lessons?

I have an exam on Monday, and I haven't even looked at the books yet."

My cousin poured herself a glass of cola, took a sip, and said, "No problem!" Hearing my cousin's reply, a weight was finally lifted from my heart.

My cousin is a natural test-taker; with her guidance, I'm sure I'll pass this exam smoothly!

After a while, my cousin turned around mysteriously and said, "I need to go to your house for tutoring!"

I asked, puzzled, "Why?"

My family's hotel has been open for business these past few days, it's so noisy, your house will be quiet!

I said "Oh!"

A moment later, my cousin asked again, "Is Uncle home on weekends too?"

I replied, "Yes!

Dad doesn't work on weekends."

My cousin secretly rejoiced, "That's good!" I thought I heard her, but I wasn't sure if it came from my cousin, so I asked, "What?"

My cousin replied in surprise, "Nothing!"

I had originally planned to enjoy a hearty meal at the banquet, but when I actually sat down at the table and started eating, I found it hard to swallow.

I picked up a meatball from my bowl, but hesitated to put it in my mouth, preoccupied with the exam in two days. I didn't even notice the meatball had fallen onto my clothes. My cousin was the first to notice the oil stain. She turned to me and asked, "What's wrong?

Can't you eat?"

I replied absentmindedly, "I'm eating."

My cousin pointed to my clothes with a doubtful finger and asked, "Really?"

I looked down and saw a large stain on my clothes.

I quickly tried to wipe it with a tissue, but it was too late.

My cousin told me to ignore the stain, saying, "Never mind it, just eat!"

I put down my chopsticks and quietly looked at the food on the table, saying, "I think I'm already full."

An aunt sitting not far away noticed I wasn't eating and asked, "Xiao Jie, are you full?"

This aunt was a good friend of my mother's; whenever there was a wedding or other celebration among relatives, she would always come over and chat with my mother. Although my mother wasn't with me today, she still took good care of me.

I replied to the aunt, "Yes, I'm full."

She seemed just as skeptical as my cousin and wanted to ask more, but my cousin was too late.

My cousin said to me, "Could it be that you're worried about the exam?"

I sighed deeply, looked at my cousin, and then silently nodded.

My cousin chuckled and said, "You're so anxious about this stupid exam that you can't even eat!

Eat up!

I'll tutor you after you finish!"

I was still quite dejected and asked, "Even tutoring might not help, right?"

My cousin patted her chest and said, "With my help, you're not afraid of failing the exam!

In short, leave this to me!

Just eat your meal!"

As she spoke, she stuffed another piece of chicken into her mouth.

During the meal, I glanced at my father intentionally or unintentionally.

His table was two tables away from ours, and I could see him directly from where I was sitting.

He was sitting among a group of men, mostly middle-aged, with a few men around twenty-five or twenty-six years old sitting with them. They just exchanged greetings and didn't stay long, moving on to other tables after a few words.

I looked closely at my father and noticed that his neck was slightly red and his face was unusually rosy. I knew this was a reaction to drinking.

In the past, when my parents and I went out to wedding banquets, my mother would always keep a close eye on my father, just to supervise his drinking. My father wasn't a particularly good drinker, but once he got drunk, he loved to show off and would just keep pouring alcohol into his mouth. My mother often said that my father would only do this when he was so drunk that he was unconscious. Therefore, every time we went to a wedding banquet, my mother would count the number of times my father drank, as if she was afraid that one more cup would kill him.

I was staring blankly when I came to my senses. My father downed another glass of wine. He was already slightly drunk, as I could faintly hear his incoherent ramblings through the noise.

After my father put down his glass, Uncle Qiang, who was sitting to his left, immediately refilled it with baijiu (Chinese liquor). Then, a group of men started making embarrassing remarks.

One uncle, who was sitting with his back to me, teased my father, "Your wife has been away for so many days, how are you managing your life, brother?

Haha!"

My father replied, "What do you mean, 'manage'? I

just manage it like this!"

The others egged him on, "How?"

My father raised a half-clenched fist and waved it back and forth, saying, "Just like this!" Then, everyone burst into laughter.

Uncle Qiang said to my father, "Brother Jianwei, do you want me to introduce you to a few people?

"

Before my father could reply, Uncle Kang, sitting next to Uncle Qiang, chimed in, "Wow!

Introduce a few more?

Do you think our Brother Jianwei's health is no good?

Be careful, or your wife will come back and settle the score with you!"

Just then, a group of men burst into loud laughter.

Looking at my father's flushed face, I figured he must be drunk. I hesitated, wondering whether to go over and tell him not to drink too much, when my cousin turned to me and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

At first, I didn't notice my cousin talking to me because my attention was completely focused on my father. Then, when she whispered in my ear, repeating what she had just said, it was like a wake-up call!

I replied, "Yes, I've finished."

My cousin wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "If you're done eating, come upstairs with me!

Let's start our tutoring class tonight!"

I immediately got off the stool and followed my cousin to the brand-new villa.

As I passed my father, I glanced at him intentionally, but he was so drunk he didn't recognize me at all. I wanted to stop behind him, help him up, and leave with him, but my cousin kept urging me from a short distance away. So I could only let my father stay in his seat and continue his revelry.

The scene inside the villa was equally lively. There were at least three banquet tables set up in the guest room alone. My cousin and I managed to get to the stairwell by avoiding the crowds and noise.

Looking up from the ground floor, the straight stairwell seemed to pierce the clouds. I asked my cousin, "How many floors are there? It

looks so tall!"

My cousin casually replied, "Including the rooftop terrace, there are five floors in total."

After saying that, my cousin led me up the stairs.

The staircase spiraled upwards, its wooden handrails offering a cool, inviting feel. I carefully observed the interior decor, noticing the decorative lamps hanging on the walls and the fresh flowers tucked in the corner, which gave the room a nostalgic charm.

My cousin led me to a room on the fourth floor. Closing the door felt like stepping into another world; the noise outside vanished instantly.

It was a spacious bedroom with a large, soft bed covered in clean, white bedding. The intricate, mysterious pattern on the carpet reminded me of the rugs hanging in Aunt Zhang's shop. Stepping onto the carpet, a soft, comfortable feeling filled my body.

The room also included a bathroom and a balcony.

Several potted plants grew on the balcony, but perhaps because they were newly planted, they weren't very lush, with only a few small, solitary red and yellow flowers dotting the scene.

When I went out onto the balcony, I noticed a coffee table and a chair, both white, blending seamlessly with the villa's exterior and easily overlooked.

I couldn't help but exclaim to my cousin, "What a cozy house!"

Seeing no response, I turned around and found her already sprawled on the bed.

After a long pause, she finally replied in a drawn-out, lazy voice, "Ah—!

After a long day, I can finally relax and lie down!"

I glanced at her, then found a spot in the room to sit down and took out my textbooks and homework from my bag. My

cousin, lying on the bed with her head tilted, asked, "Don't you really need to lie down?

Aren't you tired after a whole day of classes?"

I poked at my textbook with my finger and said, "Exams are important!" At this, my cousin jumped out of bed and declared resolutely, "Fine!

Since you're so enthusiastic about studying, then we'll study non-stop tonight!"

Hearing this, I burst into laughter along with her.

I planned to finish the homework assigned by the teacher this week first, and then systematically review what I had learned in the past half semester. While I was doing my homework, my cousin was idling around. Seeing that I didn't need her help yet, she ran downstairs and brought up her schoolbag.

I stopped writing and asked, "Cousin, what are you doing?"

My cousin rummaged through her schoolbag and pulled out a thick stack of homework, throwing it all onto the desk. Then she said, "I'm doing my homework too!"

I stared at the mountain of textbooks and homework on the desk and said incredulously, "This is all your homework for this week?"

My cousin chuckled. I continued, "That's way too much!"

My cousin shrugged and said helplessly, "Middle school!

It's different from elementary school!"

The homework in my hands seemed endless. I frantically wrote, but the number of pages left to be done in the workbook was still countless.

At first, my attention was completely focused on the assignment itself. But I don't know when it started, my attention began to wander. A tiny mosquito, a gentle breeze, a drop of water escaping from a tap—any of these could seem to steal my attention. Gradually, the pen in my hand stopped writing, and my eyes, like they were in class, stared blankly at the white wall in front of me, but my mind was already flashing through countless strange images. My

father's face began to appear in my mind. I wondered what he was doing at that moment.

Was he still drinking with that group of older men?

Or did he already know he was getting drunk and refuse the glasses that were kept being offered to him?

My father seemed to have become an extension of my heart, residing within my body along with my heart, something I constantly worried about. At that moment, I wanted to rush downstairs and be with my father, but what reason did I have to stay by his side?

Just because I'm his son, should I be there for him every step of the way?

If so, wouldn't the elders just think I was getting in their way?

Then everyone would criticize the father for not knowing how to raise his child, and in the end, the father would lose face.

I looked away from the white wall, lowered my head slightly, and stared at the blank table in front of me. Suddenly, I remembered the scene that afternoon when I sat behind my father.

My father commutes to work every day on a motorcycle, and sometimes he takes me out for a ride on this motorcycle.

I used to be terrified of riding on my father's motorcycle. He drove so fast, and watching the wind rush past me filled me with fear. Later, as I grew older, I came to enjoy riding on his motorcycle. I discovered I also loved the feeling of the wind rushing towards me. It was then that I understood that the wind was tangible, real. I tried to grasp the passing wind, but I could never truly hold onto it, just as even when I sat behind my father and hugged him, I could never truly hold onto his heart.

I thought again of the scent emanating from the back of my father's neck—the fragrance of a mature man after a long day's work, slightly sour, slightly salty, slightly astringent. Every time I sat behind him, I could smell that scent. It had become a label of my father in my mind, like the tags on his clothes and shoes, forever attached to him. As

I continued to savor the memory, the pencil I was holding suddenly fell to the ground, interrupting my train of thought. Strangely, my cousin wasn't affected by my mistake.

I glanced sideways and saw that my cousin also seemed absent-minded. Her head was down, her eyes fixed on her workbook, her pen flying across the pages, but her mind seemed completely elsewhere. She was constantly smiling, a smile I knew couldn't come from a workbook, and one that seemed strangely familiar. It reminded me of the smile I often secretly wore in class. Just

as I was about to ask her what was making her so happy, the door opened.

It was my aunt who opened it, and as she stumbled into the room, we noticed she was supporting my father.

My cousin and I immediately stood up and went to help. My aunt exclaimed, "Oh dear!

I finally found you two! How did you end up in such a high place? I've been looking everywhere for you!"

After the three of us helped Dad to bed, my cousin asked, "What happened?"

My aunt looked at me and said, "Your dad drank too much tonight. I saw something was wrong and went to stop him, but when I got to their table, I found he was completely drunk." As she spoke,

my aunt pointed to my unconscious father, and after a moment, she continued, "So I tried to pull him down from his seat to stop him from drinking anymore.

I thought you two might be in the room, so I came to find you. What are you two doing in the room?"

My cousin said, "We're doing our homework!"

My aunt said, "That's perfect. Xiao Jie, you two can do your homework while keeping an eye on your dad!

I'll go get a trash can; he's probably going to throw up later!

You two keep an eye on him!

Don't let him make a mess!"

After saying that, my aunt immediately got up and went to the next room to get a trash can.

My cousin and I exchanged bewildered glances, still unsure of the situation. My aunt, busy sorting through the plastic bags in the trash can, said, "Xiao Jie, I don't think you and your dad will be able to go home tonight. He can't ride his bike in his condition. Why don't you stay in this room tonight?"

I nodded silently.

After everything was ready, my aunt prepared to leave, but before leaving, she specifically instructed my cousin, "Especially you, take good care of your brother and keep an eye on your uncle!"

Only after my cousin patted her chest several times to assure her did my aunt leave with peace of mind.

My father lay on his back on the bed, his entire body reeking of alcohol.

As I pulled a corner of the blanket to cover my father, my cousin quickly stopped me, saying, "Hey!

Don't cover Uncle with the blanket! Do you want him to die of heat?"

I looked at her, puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?"

She confidently replied, "Uncle has drunk so much; his body must be very hot. If you cover him with such a thick blanket, won't he die of heat?"

I said, half-understanding, "So you mean we should just let Dad sleep like this?"

She exclaimed in surprise, "That's exactly what we should do!"

Seeing this, I stopped bothering my father and obediently returned to my seat to do my homework. Seeing this, my cousin followed me back to my desk. There

was only one desk and one chair in the room. My cousin and I shared the desk; the chair she was sitting in had been moved from the next room.

The desk was rectangular, placed against the wall, so that one could see the scenery outside the window while sitting at it.

I sat with my back to my father, and my cousin sat diagonally opposite me. We were both doing our homework. Since my father came into the room, we had rarely spoken, afraid that even the slightest movement would wake him.

The sky gradually darkened, and countless bright lights twinkled on the trees outside the window—presumably the work of my aunt or uncle. The flickering lights made the trees below appear hazy and indistinct, as if all the stars in the sky had gathered within them.

Because the room was located on higher ground, it was incredibly quiet. Occasionally, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, but it didn't linger for long.

After it was completely dark, I finished my homework. I rested my chin on my hands, watching the last rays of sunset disappear before turning my attention back to my room.

My cousin was still diligently writing her homework. I glanced at her and saw she was working on her biology workbook. So, I asked curiously, "Cousin, what's biology class?"

Seeing my sudden question, she immediately became interested.

She put down her pen and said, "Biology class is about learning about the growth habits of various living things!"

I then asked, "Do you learn about cats and dogs too?"

My cousin nodded in agreement, "Yes!" I asked again, "What about cabbage?

Cabbage?

Water spinach?

Choy sum?"

My cousin said, "Well… we learn about vegetables too, but it seems we don't learn about that many."

I asked, "Why not?"

My cousin replied, "Vegetables!

Just knowing they're edible is enough!

There's not much learning value in that!

We learn more about animals!"

I nodded as if I understood, then suddenly asked, "Do you learn about tigers too?"

My cousin answered, "Yes!" I asked again, "What about lions?"

My cousin answered, "Yes!" I felt… The exchange was quite amusing, so I jokingly asked again, "What about people?

Do you learn from people?"

My cousin still answered decisively, "Yes!" I was taken aback and looked at her questioningly. After a long pause, I finally said, "Learn from people?

What's there to learn about people?"

This time, my cousin completely put down her pen and said smugly, "You don't understand, do you?

There's a lot to learn about people!"

I asked curiously, "How so?"

My cousin thought for a moment and asked me, "For example... do you know how you came into this world?"

I laughed and said, "My mom said I was picked up from a trash can when I was little!"

My cousin scoffed and laughed, "Little brat, you really don't know anything!"

I stopped laughing and asked, "Isn't that right?"

My cousin said, "Is that right?

There's a baby in the trash can?

Go and pick one up right now!"

After thinking for a moment, I deeply agreed with my cousin's words, but I was still full of doubts, so I asked again, "Then how did I come to be?"

My cousin said, "Of course, through mating!"

I was even more confused and asked again, "What is mating?"

My cousin said, "It's when a boy puts his penis into a girl's vagina, that's called mating!"

I only half understood, thinking that it was the kind of thing my father did with Alan at Aunt Zhang's shop!

Although I had some idea, I wasn't completely sure that was the case, so with the mentality of getting to the bottom of things, I asked again, "Why can a boy put his penis into a girl's vagina and have a child?"

When my cousin heard me ask again, she opened the biology textbook next to her and quickly flipped through something. A few seconds later, she stopped on a page.

My cousin handed me her textbook, pointing to the illustrations and saying, "Because the boy ejaculates inside the girl's body, the boy's sperm and the girl's egg combine to create a child.

That's what the book says, understand?"

Although I still didn't quite understand, I nodded and exclaimed, "That's amazing!" My cousin remained unmoved, saying, "What's so special about that?

Everyone can do it."

My face was full of disbelief as I asked, "Cousin, can you do it like in the book?"

Hearing my question, my cousin's ears turned red, and she said shyly, "I... I'm probably not old enough yet!

How could we kids possibly have children?

You have to be an adult to have children,

like Uncle..."

As she spoke, my cousin gestured towards my father behind me.

I finally understood the gist of it; children weren't picked up from a trash can, but were created when a boy and a girl mated!

I turned my head and glanced at my father, then asked myself, "Did Father ejaculate into Mother before I was born?"

My cousin, thinking I still didn't understand, nudged my arm with her elbow, signaling me to turn back, and then asked, "Xiao Jie, have you ever seen a man ejaculate?"

What does a man ejaculate?

I remembered the scene a few days ago at Aunt Zhang's shop where my father filled Alan's vagina with his semen, but I only observed it from a distance through the security camera. I only vaguely knew that my father's semen had soaked half the bedsheets, and Alan was exhausted. Even earlier, I had peeked at Aunt Zhang giving my father a massage from behind a tapestry. My father's shouts at the end must have been because he had ejaculated. Although Aunt Zhang blocked most of my view, I could tell from her words that my father's performance was equally astonishing.

So I replied, "I've never seen it."

My cousin gave me a strange smile, the kind of cunning smile I'd imagined when my mother told me the story of the Big Bad Wolf as a child. She said, "Then...do you want to see?"

I asked, "How?

Do you have a way?"

As if her intentions had been exposed, she grinned broadly and said, "Isn't Uncle here?

Let him ejaculate for us!"

I found this unbelievable and quickly refused, saying, "Dad's drunk right now!

And he's already asleep!"

My cousin said, "That's precisely because Uncle's completely drunk, we can see what adults ejaculate like!

Think about it, if they were sober, how could they possibly understand?" "What about our request?"

I hesitated, "But... how do we do this?"

My cousin said, "That's easy!

I'll get the semen out for Uncle, you just watch!"

I was still worried and refused, "But... what if someone finds out..."

My cousin interrupted me, saying, "Uncle is completely drunk. This is a secret known only to heaven, earth, you, and me, not even Uncle will notice!

As long as we're discreet, who else will know?" As

my cousin spoke, she got up from her seat and walked towards my father. My worries were still overwhelming, but my inner desire was spreading with these worries until finally, I joined my cousin's group and began our journey to explore my father's body.

My father was wearing a thick set of work clothes, as if he were fully armed and guarding against others.

My cousin came to the bedside, and without saying a word, she pulled down the zipper of my father's work pants and took out his penis. I watched my cousin's actions from the side, but I didn't dare to reach out.

My father's penis lay limply in the thick pubic hair, just like his body. The hair was dense, long, and curly, like a dark forest hidden in the secret place of his body, diligently concealing its guardian spirit.

My father's penis was still flaccid. After my cousin pulled it out, his genitals, along with the pubic hair, were fully exposed before us.

Although his penis was still flaccid, its size was not inferior; even in its current limp state, one could sense that my father's penis once stood proudly erect.

My cousin couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!

Your dad's penis is huge!"

I asked doubtfully, "Isn't every adult like that?"

My cousin denied it, "Of course not!

I've seen some adults with very small penises!"

I said, "Then is my father's penis considered big?"

My cousin answered confidently, "Of course!

This isn't a small penis!

This is a big penis!"

Hearing my cousin's envious words about my father, I couldn't help but feel happy for him. Looking at my cousin's surprised expression, I remembered how I was just as dumbfounded when I first saw my father being played with by Aunt Zhang.

Seeing this rare opportunity, my cousin, while playing with my father's penis, also took the time to explain some points she had learned in her biology class to me.

My cousin gently grasped my father's penis with her right hand and pointed to a spot on it with her left, saying, "This is the foreskin. Normally, it covers the glans.

But once the penis fully enlarges, the glans will be completely exposed!

Like this!"

She then pulled the foreskin back down several times before finally revealing the glans.

I asked in surprise, "Why can the glans be exposed even before my penis has grown bigger?"

My cousin replied, "It's normal for it to be exposed. If it's not, you need surgery!"

I was shocked and asked, "Surgery?

What kind of surgery?"

My cousin said, "Circumcision!"

"It's just cutting off the excess foreskin!"

I frowned, a strange pain shooting through my lower body, causing me to involuntarily clench my legs.

My cousin then pointed to the soft testicles under my father's penis and said, "Look!

These are testicles, the place where semen is stored!

These testicles are also called eggs!

The 'cow's testicles' that adults often eat are cow testicles!"

Hearing this, I felt nauseous, but my cousin continued, "Wow!

Your dad's testicles are really big!

Like two salted duck eggs!

I wonder how much semen is stored inside?"

I shook my head repeatedly, saying, "I don't know."

My cousin said, "Of course you don't know!

You've never seen them!" "

After hearing this, I looked at my cousin with disdain, filled with contempt.

While explaining, she started stroking my father's penis with both hands. Because of his thick pubic hair, she needed one hand to hold it down while focusing on his penis with the other to successfully masturbate him. But no matter how long she stroked, his penis remained as limp as when it was first pulled out. Seeing this, I couldn't help but worry for him.

Could it be because my mother was away on a business trip and he hadn't used his penis in a while?

But that didn't make sense.

He was so proud and erect in Aunt Zhang's shop, why was he so unresponsive now?

My cousin's hands gradually started to ache. After a few more minutes, she stopped and said to me, 'This won't work!

Uncle is completely drunk!

He's not reacting at all!'" I

looked awkwardly at my cousin, then at my sleeping father, unsure what to do.

I wanted to explain to my cousin that my father wasn't usually this depressed, but I didn't know how to begin. Just as I was about to force an explanation, my cousin interrupted, muttering to herself, "They say men can't get an erection when they're drunk, and today I've seen it for myself!"

I said, "In that case, let's give up!"

But my cousin didn't abandon her initial plan; instead, her competitive spirit flared.

She said, "If we can't get Uncle to get an erection using the usual methods, let's try something else!"

I asked, "What other methods are there?"

My cousin thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly had a brilliant idea. She said to me, "I don't know if this method will work,

but we should try it anyway!"

I asked again, "What method?"

My cousin made a face at me and said, "You'll find out in a bit!" I

looked at my cousin with a skeptical expression.

She walked to the foot of the bed with a lewd look, placed one of my father's feet on her thigh, and then untied the shoelaces of his black leather boots.

Because my father had entered the room in a hurry, my cousin and I hadn't quite figured out what was going on before he lay down on the bed, so in our haste, we hadn't even taken his shoes off. My cousin seemed to notice this and began to remove his shoes.

Seeing my puzzled look, she said, "Hehe!

Xiao Jie, do you know?

Feet are also called the second largest sex organ!"

I shook my head, indicating I didn't know, and then said, "Cousin, what are you trying to do?" My

cousin didn't answer my question; instead, she focused her attention on my father's large feet.

He was wearing black combat boots today, and the laces were tied very tightly, making it extremely difficult for my cousin to remove them. Simply untying the laces wasn't enough; she had to loosen every single one of the tightly bound laces. After much effort, she finally managed to pull the shoes off.

Suddenly, my father's large foot, clad in a black cotton sock, was completely exposed, accompanied by a strong, sour stench.

My cousin covered her nose and said, "Your dad's feet are so smelly!

How can feet smell so bad?!

"

Hearing the disgust in my cousin's voice, I blushed instantly and tried to defend my father, saying, "All adults' feet smell that bad!

Doesn't your uncle's foot smell bad?"

My cousin disagreed, saying, "My dad's feet do smell, but not nearly as bad!"

"Hey, Xiao Jie, your dad's feet smell so bad, how does your mom usually put up with it?"

My cousin burst into laughter. I was annoyed and turned my head away, looking at my father, who was fast asleep.

After all that commotion, was he really still asleep?

Perhaps he had woken up long ago, but out of pride, he hadn't opened his eyes to speak to us or stop what we were doing to him. If that was the case, then my father would definitely know that I was also one of my cousin's accomplices. How should I face him now?

He wouldn't consider me his good son anymore, only... They'd think I was a mentally unstable wild boy, a freak who lusted after his body and used all sorts of despicable means against him!

I knelt on the bed, bringing my head close to my father's face, scrutinizing his features.

His face was rough from years of sun and rain, and he was breathing heavily, sometimes snoring. A strong smell of alcohol wafted towards me, making me dizzy.

I wanted to get closer, but my cousin wouldn't let me monopolize my father for even a moment. She said to me, "Xiao Jie, I need you to do me a favor!"

My cousin's voice interrupted my blissful dream of being intimate with my father. I said listlessly, "What favor?"

My cousin said, "Later, you'll help Uncle get his big cock hard!"

I was quite surprised, but also a little timid, and said, "Why can't you do it?"

My cousin said helplessly, "I have other things to do. We have to do both to help Uncle get his cock hard!" "

I asked, 'What else are you busy with?'

Seeing that I wouldn't give up, my cousin stopped answering my question directly. Instead, in front of me, she took off my father's black socks and muttered to herself, 'So what if they stink!

Just think of it as eating stinky tofu!'

Then, she bent down, picked up one of my father's feet with both hands, and put it in her mouth. I saw a wet tongue emerge from her mouth, licking my father's sole with relish.

I remembered that a few days ago, Alan had licked my father's feet in the same way. My father seemed to feel very comfortable then, but there was still a bit of embarrassment in the process. Now, almost the same scene was happening before my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed for my father.

My cousin was intoxicated and oblivious to her surroundings. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the delicious treat my father was giving her, and she ate with gusto without any hesitation. Even though she had once disliked that foot, at this moment, it was the same person who was treating it as a treasure."

I dared not obey my cousin's orders. In my eyes, my father remained a sacred being, an inviolable figure. At least for me, I would not allow myself to trample on any inch of his body.

I allowed others to submit to my father's tyranny, to know every inch of his skin, because that would bring him boundless pleasure. But I would not allow myself to violate his body, at least not before his consent.

I wanted to touch every part of his body only after he had given me his own permission. Then, I would use all my strength to caress and satisfy him. I would do better than anyone else, and my father would think I was the best among all the people he had tried. Then, we would be inseparable, our passion and madness accompanying us for the rest of our lives.

My cousin was licking my father's large foot with great effort. Perhaps because I was completely focused on my repentance towards my father, when I shifted my gaze back to his genitals, I noticed that his penis was gradually becoming engorged with blood. His penis was significantly larger and longer than before, though it wasn't fully erect. For my cousin, however, this meant she was one step closer to achieving her goal.

She noticed this as well, and seeing his penis begin to move, she licked his foot even more vigorously, the sucking sounds like a vacuum cleaner, trying to clean every inch of his foot.

After a moment, she stopped licking. She then lifted one of his legs, pulling his left leg closer to his right, so that he lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position.

I asked my cousin what her purpose was in doing this, and she said, "Once Uncle stretches out his legs, his penis won't feel uncomfortable when it gets bigger!"

After saying that, my cousin went to take off the shoe on my father's other foot, repeating the same steps and processes. After she finished taking everything off, my cousin began to lick him with abandon.

My cousin told me to take off all of my father's clothes, so I did.

My father's body was thick and heavy, and it was not easy to completely undress him while he was completely unconscious.

I had to unbutton his clothes first, and then hug his body and slowly peel off his clothes. This was not an easy task for a primary school student like me. By the time I had taken off all of my father's coat, I was exhausted.

Seeing this, my cousin stopped pressuring me and instead instructed me to do something else: "Xiao Jie, since you're afraid to masturbate your uncle's penis, why don't you stimulate his nipples?"

I still wanted to refuse: "How do I stimulate them?

I don't know."

My cousin said, "It's okay if you don't know, I'll teach you little by little!

First, hug your uncle and let his head rest in your lap... then lift up his clothes and slowly place your hand on his chest..."

Following my cousin's instructions, I slowly reached my hand towards my father. My cousin continued, "Then slide your fingers back and forth on your uncle's nipples, making sure your fingertips touch them!"

I nodded silently and did as she said.

Amazingly, my father's originally flat nipples became erect under my stimulation, and soon it felt like touching two huge beans.

My cousin said, "Yes, that's right, just like that!

Now stop, stop sliding Uncle's nipple, and gently pinch Uncle's nipple instead..."

I lowered my voice and questioned, "Won't that wake Dad up?"

My cousin said, "No!" As she spoke, I followed my cousin's instructions and pinched my father's nipple again.

Instantly, my father's whole body convulsed, as if he had been electrocuted. Even more miraculously, his penis, which had been pressed against his stomach, suddenly became hard and pierced the sky, startling my cousin and me so much that we both stopped what we were doing.

A triumphant smile appeared on my cousin's face. She quickly instructed me to repeat the steps a few more times. Sure enough, with each stimulation, my father's penis would throb intensely. Soon, my father's big penis was completely hard, its magnificence something my cousin had never seen before!

Seeing that the time was ripe, my cousin put down my father's feet and went to his crotch.

I also let my father lie back down on the pillow, leaving that sinful position.

My cousin held my father's large penis with obvious affection. At this point, his penis no longer needed manual retraction of the foreskin; the entire large glans was exposed on its own, like a ripe apricot waiting to be picked.

My cousin held my father's penis with both hands, making spiral motions in different directions, rubbing and smoothing it.

Pre-ejaculate had begun to flow from my father's urethra; the clean, viscous fluid lubricated my cousin's hands, making her movements even more skillful.

A little while later, my cousin changed her gesture.

Her left hand moved from my father's penis to his testicles. I saw her gently stroking his penis with one hand and gently kneading his testicles with the other, both hands working diligently, leaving no room for idleness.

I stared intently at my cousin's manipulation of my father, feeling a pang of unease.

My cousin's expression was filled with joy; a smile was constantly on her face—the kind of cunning, despicable, triumphant smile only a petty person would have. Sometimes she would turn around and look at me behind her, as if triumphantly declaring to me that she had completely possessed my father.

I loathed this expression, thinking it reflected the smugness of a petty person who had achieved their goal. I wished my father would immediately wake up and expose my cousin's crimes, preferably giving her a severe beating, leaving her half-dead!

Once an idea formed in my mind, I would do everything in my power to achieve it, and this time was no exception.

I remembered seeing my father at Aunt Zhang's place, terrified of being tickled on the soles of his feet, so I sat down at the foot of the bed.

I watched my cousin's back as she diligently tickled her feet, then reached out and forcefully slid my hand across the soles of my father's feet twice, but he didn't react at all.

Undeterred, I ran my fingers along the soles of my father's feet a few more times, but he remained unresponsive, lying there motionless like a corpse, letting my cousin humiliate him.

I racked my brains for ways to wake him, but

my hand continued its stroking of his feet. Suddenly, I felt a twitch in his toes. I quickly looked down and repeated the action, finding that his toes were indeed twitching.

I was overjoyed at this reaction, like discovering a treasure, and continued my plan to wake him.

I gently slipped my fingers between his toes and then scratched them forcefully with the tiny tip of my nail.

His reaction grew stronger. At first, only his big toe twitched slightly, but then his entire foot began to twitch. His foot seemed to be trying to pull back, but still half-asleep and disoriented, it only twitched, not completely escaping my assault.

At that moment, I heard my cousin's breathing become rapid. She turned her head back to me and said, "Xiao Jie!

Xiao Jie!

Look!

Uncle is about to ejaculate!"

I stared intently at my father's big penis.

My cousin was rapidly stroking his enormous penis. His body was perfectly erect, not allowing the slightest deviation. The testicles at the base of his penis were becoming increasingly round and full. I remembered when my father was being ridden by Alan and was about to ejaculate; those testicles were also exceptionally large. My cousin was right, my father was about to ejaculate!

My cousin and I both focused our attention on that breathtakingly huge penis. My cousin was stroking it frantically, and I was frantically scratching my father's feet, trying to wake him from his sleep so my cousin wouldn't succeed. But it was too late.

My father's semen gushed out with lightning speed. My cousin didn't even have time to react before she was covered in his semen. Seeing that it was too late to dodge, she simply remained in her original position.

To her surprise, her father's semen wasn't as little as her cousin had imagined. After ejaculating six thick streams, his large penis continued to gush forth—eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve… He ejaculated a full eighteen streams before gradually calming down. By then, her cousin's face was covered in semen, which clung to her hair, face, and neck. Because the semen completely covered her nostrils, she had to gasp for air. From a distance, she looked like a subservient sex slave. Even after her father calmed down, semen continued to flow from the tip of his penis. Her

cousin felt like crying and laughing at the same time. She said, with a mixture of complaint and satisfaction, "Little… Little Jie… your dad!

So… amazing!"

Her face felt hot; it was the semen that was causing the discomfort. She wanted to speak, but her mouth was surrounded by semen, and she was afraid that if she spoke, the semen around her mouth would fall into her mouth.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of semen and the stench of alcohol. The combination of the two scents created a peculiar feeling—a sense of comfort after desire was satisfied, and a mature yet decadent feeling unique to men. I looked at my father, still fast asleep. Throughout the entire ordeal, he hadn't uttered a sound, hadn't offered a single resistance, and even in his drunken state, he had still delivered a satisfying performance.

My cousin stumbled into the bathroom to wash the semen off her face. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe the remaining semen off my father's body, then dressed him and covered him with a blanket.

Soon after, my aunt came into the room and told my cousin to go back to her room to sleep. It was then that we learned the banquet downstairs had ended, the guests had all left the villa, and the people cleaning up were doing their final cleanup.

My aunt came to my father's bedside and glanced at him. Noticing his unusually rosy complexion, she remarked, "I didn't expect my brother to look so good even drunk!

Unlike your father!"

My aunt inexplicably criticized my uncle. Afterward, my cousin silently glanced at me, while I turned to look at my father.

My cousin suggested to my aunt that she stay the night with me and my father to take care of him, but my aunt ruthlessly rejected the suggestion. She took her out, citing my father's intoxication and the need for privacy. Soon, only my father and I were left in the room.

Late at night, I took off my clothes and climbed into bed.

The bedding, warmed by my father's burning body, was incredibly comforting. The cool autumn breeze flowing in from the window didn't chill me at all; I knew it was thanks to my father.

At that moment, lying together in bed, it felt as if the world had shrunk to just the two of us, as if only the two of us were still alive.

I closed my eyes, peacefully savoring this hard-won moment in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. For no reason, I remembered what my cousin had told me earlier, about the things she'd read in her biology book: if a man puts his penis inside a woman's vagina and ejaculates inside her, a child will be born… I tossed and turned, my mind filled with the image of Alan on top of my father… That time, my father ejaculated so much inside Alan, could they have had a child too…? If it's really like my cousin said, will I have a younger brother or sister born into this world…? I thought… and thought… and gradually, I fell asleep.

[The End]

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