My cousin's femininity

While I was at work, my eldest cousin called, her voice trembling with tears. My uncle had fallen into a ditch while riding his tricycle and was in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. When I arrived, he was already being transferred to the ICU, but we were delayed at the entrance. Neither of my second nor third cousins wanted to sign the consent form, afraid of paying the bills. I got angry, took out my card, and paid the admission fee before continuing the treatment. It turned out that my uncle was supported by my second cousin when the family property was divided, but that day, he had fallen while taking my third cousin's child to school. With his two cousins' wives egging him on, they argued all the way to the hospital about who should pay. That's all the grit they have; no wonder they've never had any money in their lives.

In three days, they spent over 20,000 yuan, and my uncle still passed away. Thus began a lavish funeral for the living, a show of meager care. Of course, neither of my cousins mentioned the medical expenses I had paid, and I didn't care. I was raised by my aunt until I started elementary school and then returned to the city. My eldest cousin, in particular, is more than ten years older than me; she practically carried me on her back. Although my parents also paid, I was more dependent on my aunt and cousins.

The next day, I kept vigil. My cousin and her husband joined me, burning paper money and reminiscing about my uncle's hardships. My cousin was also worried about my aunt's future, as her two older cousins had started to argue. I said, "Don't worry, they don't want to raise her. They can bring her to my house. You've already paid a lot for my house, and I earn a good salary. Besides, it's close to your house." My cousin hugged me and said, "We haven't spoiled you for nothing." My honest brother-in-law just chuckled beside me. They had two daughters, which made them look down on by their in-laws. Later, I used my work connections to fund an ecological pig farm for them. It grew bigger and bigger, with more than 5,000 pigs slaughtered every year. In addition, they had nearly 1,000 acres of contracted ecological mountain land, and their income was good. Their eldest daughter went to a college specializing in animal husbandry and already had two cars. She even paid for my house. Being young and prone to sleepiness, she fell asleep leaning on my cousin's lap.

Less than a month later, my cousin brought my aunt over. I was overjoyed and told her to stay with me without worry, promising to take care of her from birth to death. My older cousin stayed by my aunt's side, wiping away her tears. After my aunt arrived, my house became even cleaner. She's a restless person, and also a traditional one, so she's a bit nagging about my life. On Sundays, I take her to my cousin's ranch on my electric scooter to help out; it's only a 10-minute ride. In contrast, my two older cousins' lives remain as uneventful as ever, occasionally having their two children come over to freeload some meat. Then there's my cousin's in-laws, who often try to get their youngest son to run the ranch because he gave them a grandson, and they feel the assets should go to their family. However, my cousin's husband clearly states that the ranch's shares are split 1/5 each among him, my cousin, my two daughters, and me, which infuriates the old folks. My older cousin started coming to my house more often, and she was always making a big fuss. That's just how she is. She's pretty, but she's too strong. She's only 65cm tall but weighs over 160 pounds. I've seen her carrying a butchered pig on her back, walking quickly and throwing it onto her cart without even breaking a sweat. Sometimes she's a bit too carefree. For example, if I'm taking a shower, she'll open the door and come in to use the toilet. My protests are useless; she'll say,

"I used to bathe you when you were in fifth grade, don't give me that." After puberty, my curiosity about women also stemmed from my older cousin, because she seemed like one of my kind since I was little. On hot days, she would take me to gather pig feed, and when we came back, she'd make me keep watch while she stripped naked and went to bathe in the mountain pond. What surprised me back then was that she had a mustache. She would sleep with me in her arms at night, wearing only a tank top, her breasts pressed against me. I liked to play with them as I slept. Looking back, I realize she was still a virgin then. When she got married, I cried and begged her not to leave, and she cried too. So everyone knew she had a beloved younger brother. But now I'm 26, and she still treats me like a child, picking me up and spinning me around whenever we meet. Until one day, she realized I wasn't a child anymore, and suddenly crossed the line between family and friends.

Once, I brought a female online friend home. She was pretty, but it was just a fling. My aunt treated her like a real daughter-in-law, giving her a warm welcome. On the fourth day, she left. From then on, the relationship ended immediately. She blocked me. I guess she also has a family. For the past few days, we've been having sex in the room, the kind of relationship where you only care about the moment and not about forever. When my aunt found out why, she was furious and complained to my cousin.

On the weekend, I was enjoying a lazy morning when my cousin stood by my bed, eyes wide open. She'd probably just finished delivering pigs; she still smelled of them. Hands on her hips, she looked like a tigress.

I asked her to wash herself with shower gel before yelling at me, but she stormed into the bathroom and started showering. A little while later, she was yelling and asking me for a change of clothes. I gave her my undershirt; she didn't seem to care. But when she came out drying her hair, she exuded a rare femininity, especially with her barely concealed shorts. It made me see her in a new light. I silently slapped myself a few times: She's my older sister, the one who raised me since I was little. Don't be such a beast.

But in less than 10 minutes, I succumbed to my impulse. She told me to sit on the sofa and talk about my online girlfriend. I briefly explained the situation, and my older cousin looked at me and surprisingly said understandingly, "Young people are so open-minded these days. We're old and can't keep up." Then she leaned close to my ear and asked, "Are you tired these past few days? I brought you some of our free-range chicken. Have Mom make some ginseng soup to nourish you. Don't drain it dry and ruin your manhood." I jumped up and said, "Sister, you underestimate me. Do you think I'm that bad? Your brother is an athlete."

She laughed and said, "Alright, alright, my brother is like Ximen Qing, with three wives and four concubines, he can manage a harem." "Ping, alright? Take it easy, don't be all brawn and no brains at such a young age. Isn't it really impressive? Let me see how much you've got."

Saying this, she pushed me onto the sofa and started pulling at my beach shorts. I laughed and struggled, but how could I win? She weighed over 20 pounds more than me, so I gave up. She pulled down my shorts in one swift motion, clicking her tongue and saying, "Not bad, not bad at all. A lot bigger than when you were a kid, and the pubic hair is pretty good too. Plus, your face isn't bad either, and your 'job' is good. You could fool a lot of young girls. You'd better behave and not cause any trouble, or you'll end up with wet hands and a white dough you can't shake off."

As she spoke, she pointed at my penis with her index finger. But with her guidance, my erection reached 90 degrees, and she laughed so hard she almost fell over, saying, "Oh, not bad, it's big too, even longer than your brother-in-law's, just not as thick. I wonder if it'll work, is it rooster-like, it ignites easily."

As she spoke, she touched it with her hand, as if it were perfectly natural for her to do this. Suddenly, I remembered how she used to do this when she bathed me as a child. So I boldly reached into her crotch and started groping. She didn't object, and then I reached inside her pants and felt her vulva. I found it was particularly large and wide in the middle, already completely wet, and the pubic hair was thicker than before. So we started hugging and kissing. She used to kiss my face often, but this time it was completely different. I had her sit on the armrest of the sofa, and it was easy to enter. It was spacious and slippery inside. I tried to reach the bottom, and soon she started moaning, holding me tightly with both hands. After a while, she cried out, "I'm going to fall! I'm going to fall!" I knew she was going to fall. I intensified my movements, wave after wave, until she could only breathe in relief.

If I hadn't been worried about my aunt finding out when she got home, she would have fainted that day. In the end, I didn't fire the gun. Suddenly, she screamed, "It's not safe these days!" I said, "Don't worry, I have some morning-after pills. Besides, I haven't gone out, but it's always better to be careful." Just as I finished dressing and went back to my room to get the pills, my aunt opened the door and came in.

My cousin said to my aunt frankly, "Mom, don't worry, I scolded him. He won't bring any more random women home unless it's for marriage, right, little brother?" I could only nod. Actually, this was also a way of saying to me: You can't have any other women in the future, but she won't interfere with my marriage.

Later, I discovered that my cousin truly lived up to her reputation as the matriarch; she remained as capable as ever, her career flourishing. She was awarded provincial-level "March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter" and "Rural Prosperity Model," among other honors. She still treated me with the same close yet respectful affection as a sibling. However, when my aunt wasn't around, she would eagerly hug and kiss me tightly, her desire as fervent as parched land. Gradually, I learned that she and her husband were somewhat incompatible sexually. Although he still maintained their frequency of once a week, it was never long enough for her to reach orgasm. I suggested they try using two condoms to prolong the experience, and she said it was much better. But then she said to me,

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook. Hmph, you're all mine now. Don't worry, I won't stop you from finding a wife. I just like you, so what can you do about it?"

[The End]

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