Peeking at my cousin

That year, I had just started high school. After three years of intensive education in junior high, I naturally didn't have a direct understanding of romance, but I was already full of curiosity about the opposite sex! Looking at the gradually fuller breasts of my female classmates, and the occasional glimpse of white flesh, I would feel a strange restlessness in my heart. Sometimes I even wanted to unbutton their clothes to see what was underneath.

I had always been rather thin and small, looking malnourished. Actually, my family was quite well-off; my parents were both middle managers in a state-owned enterprise. Although we weren't exactly rich kids, we were definitely among the first families to achieve a comfortable standard of living at that time. However, some of my classmates were already over 1.70 meters tall, while I was only about 1.60 meters. It's no wonder that I wasn't popular with girls in class. What was even more frustrating was that because of my introverted personality, my interactions with female classmates were mostly limited to academics. Forget about having a girlfriend, I didn't even have anyone to talk to.

I remember when I was in the second or third year of junior high, one day a very close friend mysteriously handed me a book. I glanced at the title, "The Modern Daughter-in-Law," and the cover was yellowed, the edges almost torn apart. Heaven knows where he'd found it. Curious, I flipped through a few pages and blurted out, "Holy crap!" It was what they called a "pornographic book." My mouth went dry, and my friend quickly gave me a knowing look, whispering, "Give it back to me tomorrow morning." I immediately stuffed the book into my bag, and that night I stayed up all night copying down the main points by hand. While copying, I inexplicably started masturbating. I still remember the gist of the book: it was about a man who dressed as a woman and went to work in a factory, having sex with a group of female employees in the female dormitory. Later, he even had surgery to get a penis replaced with a cow's penis, and then specialized in serving wealthy women. Looking back now, the content was incredibly idiotic, the writing was atrocious, and the printing quality was appalling—many parts were disjointed. But regardless, it opened a whole new door for me at the time. From then on, I'd masturbate from time to time, especially when I saw a scantily clad girl; I'd immediately match her to the descriptions in the book, and my penis would get rock hard. Back then, my life was very monotonous; my family was extremely strict, and I wasn't allowed access to phones or computers. Occasionally, hearing classmates talk about certain Japanese movies would make me incredibly horny. A hormone-fueled young man like me, who could get all worked up just looking at a man with the character for "woman" on his face, yet I'd never even held a girl's hand, let alone watched porn—a real failure, to say the least.

I have a cousin who's three years older than me. She graduated from nursing school and was assigned to a hospital in the city. Because my uncle was in real estate development, and her family was wealthy, they simply bought her an apartment near the hospital. Less than six months later, tragedy struck. A petty thug climbed outside her room in the middle of the night and fell out the window. Luckily, it was only the third floor, and the ground below was soft grass; he only broke his leg. Police investigations revealed the young man was actually her classmate from nursing school. Her aunt and uncle were terrified and rushed over from their hometown. They wouldn't let her stay in their newly bought apartment, and since my house wasn't far from the hospital, my cousin was put up with us.

Her family lived in a county town, and we rarely saw each other except during holidays. Thinking about it, my cousin and I hadn't seen each other for years.

The day she arrived, I could hardly believe my eyes. My cousin, whom I hadn't really remembered before, was now breathtakingly beautiful. At eighteen or nineteen, the prime of a girl's youth and beauty, my cousin wore a simple white t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Anyone who watches adult videos would be amazed at how much she resembled the Japanese actress Ishikawa Shion-e! Especially her eyes—they were remarkably similar. Of course, I didn't know about Shi Chuan En Hui at that time. I just felt that my cousin was like a thorn in my heart. I was momentarily dazed, my mind almost blank. My cousin's nearly 1.7-meter height and full breasts exuded a sinful allure, especially her long legs and shapely buttocks encased in tight jeans. The moment I saw her, I had impure thoughts. A voice inside me was screaming: "Push her down! Push her down!"

Fortunately, my aunt and uncle were carrying a bunch of things and busy greeting my parents, while I stood silently at my bedroom door watching her. She didn't notice my strange behavior. They chatted in the living room, and I pretended to be a good kid, eavesdropping. Actually, I wanted to see more of my cousin. At that moment, I felt that every move she made, every smile, made my heart race. My uncle and aunt praised me for being sensible, offered some pointless concern about my studies, and then started talking about my cousin. That unfortunate boy naturally got a lot of curses, especially my aunt, who looked heartbroken and said viciously, "Why didn't she just fall and die?" They only changed the subject when my cousin frowned in displeasure. After a round of polite pleasantries, they basically said that my parents should take good care of my cousin since she was staying there. After they said goodbye and left, my cousin made a face at me with a helpless smile. Then my parents took her to her room, and I reluctantly went back to my own.

At that time, we lived in a welfare apartment provided by my parents' work unit. Two single rooms had been converted into a suite, and her room was right next to mine, sharing a balcony facing south. The stairs faced north, and across the stairs were my parents' room and a single room that served as a living room. Because of the old building's design, there was only one bathroom next to the stairs, located on my parents' side. Later, they felt one bathroom wasn't enough, so they built another one outside my cousin's room on the far side of the balcony. It was convenient for washing clothes, and I could shower and use the toilet directly from the balcony.

After living there for a few weeks, I always called her "cousin" whenever I saw her. Maybe it was because I'm short, but she treated me like a little kid. When she was home, I wasn't wary of her at all. She often wore just a short-sleeved t-shirt and underwear to hang clothes out to dry on the balcony. Although I couldn't see what was underneath, her long, snow-white legs were dazzlingly white. If you looked closely, you could even see the veins. I almost got a nosebleed. One morning, she was humming a song while hanging her blankets out to dry on the balcony. I was going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face when I opened the door and saw her bending over, hanging the blankets out. She was only wearing a loose short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of tight white underwear. From behind, I could see her pubic area between her legs, which bulged out like a loaf of bread, with a dent in the middle. Because her underwear was thin, I could vaguely see the dark pubic hair on her bulge. Instantly, my eyes bloodshot, and I couldn't move my legs. When she leaned forward, the hem of her clothes hung down at a large angle, and I could see her large breasts swaying with her arm movements from behind. She wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples looked like ripe strawberries, almost dripping with moisture. Instinctively, I became fully erect. My cousin seemed to hear me and turned around, seeing my stunned expression. She suddenly realized she was exposed, hurriedly grabbed a pillow, hugged it to her chest, and frowned at me, her face flushed. I immediately snapped out of it, quickly shrinking back to make my penis less noticeable, and pretended not to see anything, greeting my cousin, "Uh, cousin, so early!" I rubbed my eyes and walked towards the bathroom, still half asleep. My cousin's embarrassment lessened considerably. She smiled at me and said, "The sun seems nice today, let's air out the blankets." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Calling me 'cousin' all the time feels too formal. From now on, just call me 'sister.'" I nodded and naturally called her "sister," and she smiled happily at me. But my mind was wandering to the large bulge between her legs.

Several months passed in a flash, and the weather gradually turned colder. I was in class and she was at work, so we hardly interacted. Every day after I finished evening self-study and came home, she was already in her room and rarely went out.

But on weekends, she would occasionally come to the living room to watch TV with everyone. A few times, when she wore loose clothes, I couldn't help but want to sneak a peek inside. Occasionally, when she bent over or lifted her leg, I could see a tiny bit through the seam of her clothes, making me even more itchy and restless. My cousin was usually a very quiet girl, speaking softly. With her fair skin and long, flowing hair, she was, in today's terms, a "goddess" in men's eyes. Such a goddess lives next door to me, constantly stirring my restless heart. When my lust takes over, I even fantasize about whether her private parts, covered by her underwear, are as pink and tender as described in that novel. But then I'm startled by my own thoughts and warn myself that I absolutely cannot have such thoughts again.

The story takes place one weekend evening. While I was taking a shower, I suddenly saw my sister's underwear in the storage basket! Her pink panties and bra looked incredibly alluring. She usually washes her underwear right after showering, so why hadn't she? Suddenly, I felt an urge to masturbate! I quietly left the bathroom and went to my sister's room, peeking through the window. Her curtains weren't drawn, and no one was inside; perhaps she had gone out. I quickly ran back to the bathroom, locked the door, and picked up my sister's bra to examine it. To be honest, I'd only ever seen washed bras hanging on the balcony from afar before, and I never dared to get close enough to examine them. A rich, milky scent wafted over, and I leaned in, intoxicated, burying my nose in the hollow of her breasts and taking several deep breaths. It really did smell like milk, like the aroma of an open candy candy. With one hand, I quickly pulled out my penis and started masturbating, while with the other, I covered myself with the bra like a mask, letting out a comfortable moan. Suddenly, I wanted to try what it would feel like to wear a bra. Excitedly, I gently wrapped it around my penis. The feeling was so stimulating; just the light touch sent shivers down my spine. I took a breath and gradually increased the speed of my movements, watching the glans slide in and out of the pink area, making a soft, rustling sound. I imagined my sister's breasts gripping me as they slid, and waves of pleasure washed over me. In less than five minutes, my penis gave way, and I ejaculated profusely. I breathed heavily, gripping the bra tightly, feeling my powerful throbbing. This time, it was a thick and copious ejaculation, spraying a large amount all over the bathroom floor. I casually wiped the thick semen still clinging to the glans with the bra and threw it back into the laundry basket. Then I pulled out my sister's panties and smelled them carefully. They still retained my sister's scent, and there was a yellowish-white stain on the part that touched her genitals. It felt slippery to the touch! This must be my sister's secretions. I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, showed signs of becoming erect again. I couldn't resist wrapping my underwear around my penis again, but it didn't work. My penis, still sensitive from just ejaculating, trembled at the slightest touch. Reluctantly, I put the underwear down and decided to shower first. Youth is wonderful, I thought of my sister as I showered, imagining her breasts encased in her bra, her pink buttocks in her underwear. My penis quickly became erect again. I picked up her underwear, poured some shower gel on it, and started stroking it again. Since it was my second time, it was harder to ejaculate. Although I was very aroused, it just felt a little off. My hand ached from stroking, the shower gel on the underwear had long since turned into soap bubbles, and the underwear was completely soaked, but I still couldn't ejaculate. Finally, I used the elastic band of her underwear to tightly bind my penis, then wrapped the part of her underwear that touched her genitals around the glans, and after a rapid series of strokes, the pleasure finally surged. I trembled and ejaculated two or three times before there was nothing left. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, like I was suffocating. I quickly opened the bathroom door, panting heavily, a wave of fear washing over me. It would have been so embarrassing if I'd passed out—to be knocked out while masturbating… Afterwards, afraid she'd find out, I dumped her clothes and my own into the washing machine. Back in my room, lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my sister's bra and panties, gradually focusing on her body, imagining what the bra and panties would look like on her… In my hazy state, I heard the door open next door. I checked the time; it was already past 2 AM. I resisted the urge to rush over and ask where she was, and tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

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