Japanese Pussy Game

As I turned twelve, in fifth grade, our middle school entrance exams were over in the sweltering summer. I was quite clever and did very well in school, while my older cousin wasn't doing so well. It had been a long time since I'd shared a bed with her; we were older now, and I no longer lived with my aunt. My parents, through my aunt's instigation and my grandparents'刁难 (difficulties/obstruction), finally divorced when I was in third grade, at nine. I lived with my dad and grandparents. My aunt, finally, moved into our small house.

I'm telling this to tell those morally upright people that someone forced my parents to divorce, so it's not unreasonable for me to have sex with her daughter, right? Even though she's my aunt, and her daughter is my cousin.

I'm raising the banner of morality first; under this banner, I can do whatever I want. In China, as long as you have the moral high ground, you're always successful. Don't you see, Liu Bei, the Imperial Uncle, raised the banner of the Han Dynasty's legitimacy, and became the protagonist of Luo Guanshui's timeless masterpiece, even managing to divide the world into three kingdoms in his sixties? Well, I digress. I was just showing off my literary talent—just spouting off my books.

During summer vacation, I sometimes went to my aunt's house. Back then, I was young and naive, unaware of love and hate. I went to her house because they had a color TV, while my family didn't even have a small black-and-white one. I was obsessed with *Captain Tsubasa*, the extended version of *Captain Tsubasa*, the one where Tsubasa dribbles the ball while sprinting and thinking for three minutes at a time, all while the goal slowly rises from the horizon—that action-packed anime. To digress a bit further, there was that *Captain Tsubasa* elementary school episode, with each episode 15 minutes long: 5 minutes of replay, 5 minutes of preview, and only 5 minutes of actual content. I often went to my aunt's house in the afternoons to watch *Captain Tsubasa* on TV. In the countryside during summer, many families would buy those cheap black water bags costing a dozen yuan, fill them with water, and place them on the eaves of their houses. After a day in the sun, the water would be very hot enough for bathing—this was the earliest form of solar water heater. Of course, families without money could use a discarded car tire, but that's another story. I usually went to her house around 7 pm, just as dawn was breaking. Families with hot water bags would finish their day's work and start bathing.

My sister, however, bathed every afternoon.

So, every day I went to her house to watch Soccer Boys and, incidentally, to see my sister's fair and tender body. At that time, my sister had already started developing, while I showed no signs of it. Girls usually develop earlier than boys. I don't know if my sister was indifferent to me or deliberately trying to seduce me, but every time I went to her house, she would wear a tank top and white underwear after her bath, and I could see her slightly bulging breasts and her bulging vulva through her underwear.

I remember one time I was watching TV at her house while my aunt and the others went to the street to cool off, and my sister went to take a bath. Before she went to take a shower, she specifically told me, "I'm going to take a shower, but you're not allowed to peek." Just to clarify, the place she went to shower was a dead-end alley between two houses; you couldn't see anything through the curtains. However, there was a wooden window in the alley wall connected to the kitchen.

When she went to shower, she turned on the light, and the light shone through the curtains into the alley, making it clear. Since my sister had said so, I felt bad not looking. So, when I heard the sound of the shower water, I went to the window to try and see my sister's body.

You know how it is—it's bright inside but dark outside; it's hard to see anything inside. I was so anxious, I was pacing around like a cat on a hot tin roof. After a while, my sister called out from outside the window, "Zzz, what are you doing?" I told her I was hungry and wanted to find something to eat. My sister didn't say anything more, and I stopped peeking through the window. When my sister came out of the shower, she was still wearing her white tank top and white underwear, swaying in front of me. While watching Tsubasa Ozora's spectacular bicycle kick on TV, I secretly stared at my sister's newly swollen breasts and plump vulva, my penis painfully hard in my shorts.

I remember that winter in fifth grade, my aunt had moved from the countryside to the city. That year, there was a fireworks display at the park near her house on the Lantern Festival, and my sister and I went to her house to play on the seventh day of the new year. Ultraman was popular then, and I used my New Year's money to buy a terrible Ultraman book—it wasn't Ultraman or Jack, but Seven, whom I had never seen before. My aunt's house had two beds; one big bed was for my aunt, uncle, and me, and the other small bed was for my sister. The TV was on the bedside table of the big bed. That night, my sister went to bed early, and my aunt and uncle watched TV, so I told them I was going to watch Ultraman in the living room. Actually, I sneaked into my sister's bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp, and pretended to read comics, but actually, I was watching my sister. I went to the foot of the bed and lifted the covers, seeing my sister wearing long underwear, and was a little disappointed. Seeing my sister sleeping on her back by the bedside, I hesitated for a long time before finally unable to resist kissing her face. I kissed her cheek first, then moved to her lips, rubbing her teeth with my tongue. Luckily, we both brushed our teeth before bed, so the taste was acceptable. My sister's lips are a bit thick, and as I held her lips in my mouth, licking her teeth, I wondered what was so special about kissing her, why did all the men and women on TV seem to love kissing? After about five or six minutes, perhaps I kissed too hard, my sister actually opened her eyes, looked at me, turned over, and went back to sleep. I was stunned and terrified, not knowing what to do. You see, from the summer vacation of fourth grade until then, my sister and I had hardly ever played those kinds of games. I was afraid she would tell my aunt the next day, because I already vaguely knew that kissing between men and women was wrong. The next morning, my sister was mopping the floor and didn't say a word when she saw me.

[The End]

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