My cousin Xiao Huan

My last girlfriend from university and I had a farewell sex session before graduation and then went our separate ways. Because of our majors, most of my classmates and I didn't choose to pursue postgraduate studies but went straight into employment. After securing a job, I went back to my hometown once, and that's when I saw my cousin, Xiaohuan, again.
Xiaohuan was now a sophomore in college, a little taller, and no longer as thin as before, though still far from being considered fat. Her features hadn't changed much, but with a little makeup, she had a surprisingly alluring charm. She hadn't done well on her middle school entrance exam and hadn't gotten into the city's top high school, spending her three years at an ordinary high school in a nearby town. After the college entrance exam, she went to a second-rate university with a third-rate major, in the same city as where I worked.
This time when I went back, I once again became the pride of my elders. They kept praising me for graduating from a prestigious university and now finding a good job, saying my parents and grandparents were enjoying a comfortable life. Then they started talking about how Xiaohuan's school wasn't good, and that she would only be able to find any job and marry anyone in the future.
I felt a little uncomfortable listening to this, because Xiaohuan and I had once had the most intimate contact. She's my cousin, and I took her virginity—that's incest! I always felt somewhat awkward around Xiaohuan. But Xiaohuan seemed completely unconcerned, chatting and laughing with the elders with ease.
Seeing Xiaohuan's attitude, I felt a pang of jealousy. The middle school Xiaohuan attended wasn't much stricter than university; perhaps she had countless relationships during high school and had probably long forgotten me, her first intimate encounter.
That day, before we parted, Xiaohuan's mother asked Xiaohuan and me to exchange contact information, saying we lived in the same city and could easily take care of each other. So Xiaohuan and I exchanged WeChat contacts. I didn't take it seriously at the time. A city is actually much bigger than I imagined, and even living in the same city doesn't necessarily mean living close by. Taking care of each other is easier said than done.

I lay bored in bed, scrolling through Xiaohuan's WeChat Moments. Most of the posts were photos of her eating with her roommates, accompanied by carefree, childish captions. After careful consideration, I concluded that Xiaohuan probably didn't have a boyfriend.
After much deliberation, I finally mustered the courage to send Xiaohuan my first message, the infamous "Are you there?" About five minutes later, Xiaohuan replied with a wide-eyed emoji. I continued, "It'll be National Day soon, are you going back?" This was my planned opening line, even though it was only early September.
This time, Xiaohuan replied quickly, telling me she wasn't sure if she was going back. I told her that if she decided to go, she should buy tickets as soon as possible. We chatted about other things, but there weren't many topics related to the National Day holiday, and we quickly ended our first WeChat conversation.
The next day, just as I was about to order takeout, my phone suddenly rang. I opened it and saw a message from Xiaohuan asking if I had eaten. Yes, a very cliché opening line, but I was overjoyed.
That day, we chatted until very late, as if we had suddenly opened a floodgate, returning to that memorable summer four years ago. After that, we often chatted on WeChat, gradually moving from text to spoken conversation. Later, my cousin would video chat with me when no one was in her dorm.
My free time was being occupied by my cousin, something I hadn't expected. As our conversations deepened, I increasingly wanted to see Xiaohuan.
Finally, one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her if she wanted to come over this weekend; the shopping mall near my place was having an anniversary event. This time, Xiaohuan didn't reply immediately, or rather, she was carefully considering how to reply. I saw her status was "typing..." but no message came.
Finally, after what felt like the longest three minutes, Xiaohuan sent me two words: "Okay." But those two simple words filled me with immense joy! I don't need to explain what this reply from the girl I had been so close to meant. I knew I was about to reconnect with my lovely cousin Xiaohuan, and once again experience that wonderful, soul-stirring feeling that haunted my dreams.
After calming down, I immediately helped Xiaohuan search for transportation information on Baidu, and then started searching online for fun and delicious places to eat nearby.
Although I've had a few relationships before, at this moment I felt the same flutter of first love. I realized that Xiaohuan always held a special place in my heart. I didn't know why. My previous girlfriends were all prettier and more outstanding than Xiaohuan, but none of them felt as special to me as she did.
Maybe it was because Xiaohuan was my first woman, my true first love; or maybe it was because of our blood relation that our feelings were special. I couldn't explain it myself.
After a long wait, the agreed-upon weekend arrived as scheduled. At 9 a.m., I went to the subway station near my home to wait for Xiaohuan. Finally, Xiaohuan appeared at the exit. She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, and her familiar ponytail was a little longer than before. This outfit, combined with her slightly dark skin, made her look both youthful and sexy.
When I saw her, I went up to her and naturally took her backpack, asking, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
She told me, "Not yet, I rushed over early this morning and haven't had time to eat." Her words touched me deeply; it seemed Xiaohuan was just as looking forward to this meeting as I was. So I led her towards the complex.
On the way, I suddenly asked Xiaohuan, "Didn't you bring a change of clothes?"
Xiaohuan blushed slightly and shyly told me, "It's in my bag."
It was then that I realized that although I had invited Xiaohuan to come over for the weekend, I hadn't explicitly stated whether she should stay overnight. Xiaohuan herself hadn't really been sure whether she should bring a change of clothes; she must have been struggling with whether or not to bring any.
Realizing my oversight, I sheepishly scratched the back of my head. Xiao Huan, seeing my expression, suddenly burst into laughter. That fleeting moment of radiance stunned me. Perhaps my dazed expression was too different from the clever and witty cousin she imagined. Xiao Huan laughed louder and louder, and I finally couldn't help but laugh too. Between laughs, I asked Xiao Huan what she was laughing at. She told me I looked silly. I pretended to be angry and grabbed her arms, telling her not to laugh. Xiao Huan said okay, she wouldn't laugh, but the smile on her face didn't fade at all.
Xiao Huan was so adorable! I finally couldn't resist hugging her. Xiao Huan paused for a moment, then hugged me tightly, burying her head in my chest. At that moment, in this city where no one knew us, we forgot our cousin relationship and were just an ordinary couple.

We were like any other couple, shopping together, eating together, watching movies together. But this affectionate atmosphere turned into awkwardness after we returned to my apartment that evening. Although we both knew what was going to happen next, and were filled with anticipation for our intimacy again after four years, neither of us sitting in the small room knew who should break the ice.
"We've been playing all day, why don't you take a shower first?" Finally, I mustered the courage to break the silence. Xiao Huan responded and got dressed to take a shower.
Listening to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, imagining the water spraying onto Xiao Huan's body, my heart felt like a hundred ants were crawling all over me. "Why am I still pretending to be an innocent virgin at a time like this!" I despised myself inwardly.
So, I made up my mind, grabbed my towel, and rushed into the bathroom.
I had already stripped naked a meter or two before I even reached the shower stall. I proudly opened the glass door of the shower stall and strode in.
Xiao Huan inside seemed to have been prepared as well, shyly making way for me. But did I need her to make way? As soon as I entered the shower stall, I hugged Xiao Huan tightly and kissed her fragrant lips. Xiao Huan responded passionately with her tongue.
I kissed her so passionately, a kiss so intense I wanted to devour her whole. My tongue danced in and out of Xiaohuan's mouth, teasing her teeth and tantalizing her tongue, even as it cramped from exhaustion. My
hands moved to Xiaohuan's buttocks, and under my rough kneading, her smooth, pudding-like buttocks changed shape. I pressed Xiaohuan into my arms with all my might, savoring the wonderful sensation of our skin against each other. My penis,
pressed between us, was fully erect at a 180-degree angle, pounding restlessly against Xiaohuan's flat stomach. Finally, we ended our long, passionate kiss. After we separated, I looked at Xiaohuan, panting softly, her face shrouded in a hazy mist, possessing an extremely beautiful, dreamlike quality.
Xiaohuan gazed at me with deep affection, and I saw in her eyes longing, determination, encouragement, and boundless desire.
I also scrutinized Xiaohuan; she was much fairer than she had been four years ago, her skin still smooth as silk, without a single flaw. Her breasts were probably a C-cup, a perfect size to fit in one hand, and their size, combined with Xiao Huan's slender waist, created a striking visual impact.
While her lower body proportions no longer had the exaggerated proportions of her teenage years, Xiao Huan's legs were still a masterpiece of nature—long, slender, straight, and close together.
But what excited me most was Xiao Huan's clean vulva. Just as I had predicted four years ago, Xiao Huan was almost naturally bald, with only very sparse, light-colored pubic hair above her vulva. Her labia majora were large and smooth like a baby's, while her labia minora were tightly contracted inside. The color of her vulva was almost identical to her overall skin tone. I don't know if Xiao Huan had been with other men after me, but based solely on the impression her vulva gave me, it seemed that even if she had sex, it wasn't frequent.
I have a particular obsession with clean vulvas, and Xiao Huan's vulva was the holy grail I had always dreamed of. Seeing such a vulva, I immediately couldn't resist kneeling before Xiao Huan, wanting to lick her clitoris with my tongue.
Xiao Huan cooperated by lifting her right leg, making it easier for me to explore her paradise. My tongue continuously mixed the shower water with her wet, lustful juices into my mouth, while my hands were also busy, sometimes teasing Xiao Huan's anus, sometimes squeezing and playing with her breasts.
Under such stimulation, it was undoubtedly a pipe dream for Xiao Huan to stand on one leg; her hands pressed on my shoulders, her nails even digging into my flesh.
Finally, satisfied, I stood up again. I kissed Xiao Huan as I bent down and inserted my already protesting penis into her wet vagina.
The face-to-face thrusting position was difficult to enjoy due to the height difference between us. After a few thrusts, I roughly turned Xiao Huan around, pressed her against the windowsill behind the bathroom, grabbed her arms, lifted her buttocks, and thrust my penis all the way in from behind.
September's weather wasn't exactly hot; the windowsill tiles were even a little cool. But in my frenzied passion, I didn't care about tenderness. From my interactions with Xiaohuan, I'd discovered she actually enjoyed being treated roughly. Sure enough, as my thrusts intensified, Xiaohuan began to moan ecstatically, her voice as beautiful as heavenly music.
The showerhead diligently performed its job, but the rushing water couldn't mask the pure passion filling the room. I don't know how much time passed, but when the room was so steamy that it was hard to see anything, Xiaohuan and I both reached our most exquisite climax.
[The End]

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