My close relationship with my third sister

(I)
As the saying goes, "Out of sight, out of mind!"
This saying couldn't be more fitting for my feelings.
I feel like I'm still a normal person, in my forties, successful in my career, and filial to my parents. Although
I've made some money in the last two years, I haven't changed wives. I've never been to the police station except to get my household registration and ID card, and
I haven't even broken any traffic rules.
But there's one thing: I get flustered when I see young girls. I mean, when we're alone together, or
when we meet alone outside, I get wicked thoughts. Whenever I have the chance, I try every means to get close to her, even if it
's just a simple pat on the head or a tug on the arm. If we're familiar, I might hug her, and if we're even closer, I might tease her
, tickle her, or pinch her butt. But what I really want is to catch a glimpse of her vulva.
I have an unparalleled love for vulvas. I was born in the 1960s. In my childhood,
children didn't start school until they were eight. There were no nurseries or kindergartens back then, so there were many children on the streets, boys
and girls playing together, and many opportunities to see vulvas. As I grew older, although I still encountered little girls urinating
, I was an adult and couldn't stop to admire them, which left me slightly disappointed. But if a relative had a
girl, wouldn't I take a good look to make up for my psychological deficiency?
For example, when I went home for Chinese New Year that year, on the second day, I visited my third sister's house. While chatting with her, we looked through the family photo album—photos
of my siblings, the whole family, and my sister's family. We found a picture of her daughter, Yanyan, when she was little, and
suddenly one photo made my heart race. Usually, it's boys in that pose, exposing their penises
; it's rare to see girls like that. So, seeing that little slit made my heart itch for a long time, and I couldn't put it down.
That's the difference between boys and girls. A ten-year-old boy running around naked in the street doesn't seem like a big deal; but if
a little girl did that, I believe many men's eyes would be fixed on that alluring little slit. Like
an article I read a few years ago mentioned, in the central square of Prussels, the capital of Austria, there's a famous sculpture of a little
boy urinating with his penis. I won't go into the story behind it; everyone knows it.
Later, some feminist activists called for gender equality and demanded that a sculpture of a girl urinating be made.
This proposal actually passed, and a girl squatting and urinating was added next to the boy's sculpture. However, tourists
always felt a strange mix of emotions. Seeing the little boy urinating, they only thought it was innocent and cute, but seeing
the stream of water shooting out from the girl's genitals often stirred up inappropriate thoughts.
Before Yan Yan was five or six years old, my third sister brought her here a few times. Each visit brought me a lot of joy, but also
a feeling of excitement I shouldn't have had.
Once, I was holding her when she suddenly urinated, a stream of water shooting out from her slit. I really wanted to bend down and drink it, but
I couldn't reach it. Then I said I would wipe it for her—I was happy to do that.
While wiping, I peeked at it, though I didn't really peek very hard. My third sister knew I was deliberately trying to see, and
feeling sorry for her daughter, she patted my head: "You're so old and you still can't get rid of that habit?!"
What habit? When I was little, I had a habit of holding the neighbor's girl and looking at her vulva
. My third sister saw me doing this several times. Once, I think I hurt the little girl, and she cried and went to her mother, which made me very embarrassed. Later,
her mother came to my mother to talk about it. I overheard a few sentences from the side. My mother said, "
What does a child know?!"
Hearing my third sister scold me like that, my face immediately burned.
"What's wrong with looking?" How could I be scolded like that? I was the only boy in the family since I was little,
and I was spoiled. My sisters didn't dare to do anything to me. "Isn't that habit all because you teased her?!"
I said. My third sister blushed and turned to the side, not daring to face me.
My third sister seemed to be deep in thought.
I was also drawn into memories of the past by my third sister's deep thought...
(
II)
I have three older sisters. My eldest sister should have had an older brother, but my mother said he died at birth. So my eldest sister
is four years older than my second sister, and the others are only two years apart.
When I was less than eleven, my eldest sister got married, leaving only two older sisters in the family. My second sister was hardworking and diligent
, while my third sister was lazy and mischievous, but we were closest, partly because of our smaller age difference. So, I
spent most of my time playing with my third sister.
Around ten years old, boys are often interested in girls urinating, frequently glancing at them on the street, afraid
of being seen by adults. But I never imagined that seeing my third sister urinate would be such a beautiful sight!
Once, my third sister and I went to dig for rabbit vegetatively. At a depression in a ditch, I suddenly spotted my third sister squatting down to urinate
.
My gaze immediately fell on her very conspicuous area; it was
more beautiful than any girl's vulva I had ever seen on the street. How beautiful? I couldn't describe it at the time, but it felt more like
a vulva than any other! In other words, it matched my ideal vulva perfectly!
My heart pounded; I thought, "I saw a vulva!" Because it was so unexpected, I was overjoyed!
"Look at me!" my third sister said, clearly not treating me like an outsider.
I cautiously looked around, but saw no one. When I looked back, my third sister had already stood up. In
the instant she pulled up her pants, I saw her bare, alluring triangle—my first impression of a girl's external genitalia
: a bulging triangle with a slit underneath.
Those were such happy days! After being caught looking at the neighbor girl's vulva a few times, I became timid
. Luckily, I had my older sister, but I was always embarrassed around her. I wanted to see my third sister's treasure between her legs
, but I was too shy to say the word "vulva" in front of her. So I would say, "I want to see...your,"
or "Just a glimpse," and my third sister would understand. Eight out of ten times, it worked.
My third sister wouldn't immediately take off her pants for me to see. She would hesitate for a while, then shyly find a secluded spot
, squat down, and pretend to urinate. Sometimes she would actually urinate, sometimes she wouldn't. At that age, I knew my sister's private
parts weren't for others to see, so I wouldn't lie on the ground and stare directly. I would stay a few steps away from her
, and as long as I could see her, I wouldn't go any further. I also need to make sure no one is around; I can't let anyone see me.
I saw my third sister's treasure.
From the moment I saw her unzip her pants, my heart pounded wildly. Every time, I wondered to myself: Really
? Can I really see it?
The moment her pants came down was often the most embarrassing. If I kept staring at her like that, my third sister might
not stand it.
So I glanced around, giving her a little time to squat down. I didn't dare stay too long, afraid of missing
the perfect opportunity for a glimpse of spring. When I turned back, a beautiful scene of "spring blossoms like apricots and peaches in full bloom" was presented
before my eyes! The visual stimulation at that moment was immense. My blood immediately rushed to a certain
part of my body, creating an irresistible urge.
But the impression was too deep; I'll never forget it!
When my third sister squatted down, her eyes were often not on me, but looking around. She often
parted her knees slightly more when urinating than usual, so that the light between her legs wasn't too dim.
Pulled together by her two fair, tender thighs, her two full, visually stimulating labia were perfectly parted, the gap just right—not
too big, not too small, too indecent.
The fair lips blushed with spring, the pink buds exuding tenderness, also arousing my most primal desires. When the thin
stream of urine parted those red petals, it could no longer conceal its shyness, making
a beautiful "hissing" sound…
that's what you call breathtaking!
At the time, I just didn't understand why my third sister urinated on her buttocks and then had to wipe it—so troublesome!
It was so convenient for us boys!
So I retaliated, showing my third sister what I did. Right in front of her, I pulled back my foreskin, revealing the red head—
how embarrassing!
Unfortunately, those days lasted less than two years. Later, my third sister started avoiding me when she urinated. I guess she probably
grew pubic hair by then, which is why she was embarrassed to let me see.
I started masturbating around that age, and from then on, I had an object of my imagination when I masturbated. As for
the concept of sex, it was very vague, seemingly there and seemingly not. No one had ever seen it, no one had ever practiced it; it was just
something reflected in the insults people used.
Back then, I hated it when people insulted me, saying things like, "Fuck your sister!" Especially those who didn't have sisters. I felt like I'd been
wronged, so I'd fight them!
Strangely, I don't remember ever seeing my second sister's vagina. After that, I saw my third sister urinate several more times
. At the time, I thought it was great to have a sister, to see her vagina, even if it was a disadvantage when insulting her.
At that age, boys and girls are the same in terms of sexual awareness; it's all hazy, and everyone is curious. But
I never expected that one day, when it was just the two of us at home, my third sister would suddenly suggest having sex. Let alone
actually doing it, just hearing my sister say those two words was incredibly exciting, because my sisters rarely used vulgar language.
But talk is cheap, and actually doing it was difficult. I think my third sister was just curious and wanted to put the vague concept of sex
into practice.
After she brought up the idea, she stood against the edge of the bed, not immediately doing anything. The atmosphere was tense. I
couldn't very well pull down her pants, could I?
After hesitating for a while, she said, "Don't go out and tell anyone, okay?"
I said okay. Seeing that she was really going to do it, I was incredibly excited. Then she remained standing against the edge of the bed
, pulling her pants down to her thighs. I saw her alluring slit. But I was also afraid. Hearing her say, "Come here,"
I leaned over, bent down, and touched her. I think I touched her, and felt a rush of pleasure between my thighs.
My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed.
We were both incredibly tense.
Afterwards, when I recalled that moment of pleasure, I found it unbelievable! It was amazing.
My third sister told me again not to tell anyone.
But for some reason, she never asked me to have sex again after that, though I kept thinking about it.
We often looked at each other's genitals, though. By then, my foreskin could be retracted. The
first time my third sister saw me retract my foreskin, she was surprised: "Oh dear, how come? Does it hurt?"
She let me see, but not in every situation, only when I urinated, or
when I asked to see, she would pretend to urinate. It was as if showing my genitals to someone other than when urinating, or exposing
them, felt like a sin.
Around the time of the wheat harvest that year, my second and third sisters had a fight, and they even hit each other. Mom
was very angry and scolded my third sister. Of course, she couldn't scold my second sister first, since she was older. My third sister cried and argued, so Mom
hit her, and my third sister ran away in anger. Then I heard Mom complaining about my second sister, and my second sister cried too.
My third sister didn't come home by dinner time, and I got scared. I'd heard stories of girls jumping into wells or
hanging themselves in anger, and I was afraid something had happened to her. After dinner, I went to look for her and finally found her near a haystack. I called
her home, but she wouldn't; she was still angry. I didn't dare leave, afraid she might do something rash, so I stayed with her for a while. She asked me
to go home and get her some food. I was overjoyed and ran home to get a cornbread and some scallions—there wasn't much good food back then
.
It was already dark, but my third sister still wouldn't go home. I stayed with her the whole time. Later, I realized it was too late, and we had to
go home, so we went together and brought her home. I felt a sense of accomplishment.
In those days, our whole family slept on one kang (heated brick bed), with only two sets of bedding. My father was a carpenter and often away from home. My mother and I
shared a quilt, and my two older sisters shared another.
That day, because my two older sisters had fought and were sulking, neither of them wanted to share a quilt, my mother told me
to share a quilt with my third sister, and my second sister to sleep with my mother.
Back then, my sisters wore underwear to bed, and boys still slept naked until they were fourteen or fifteen.
My third sister was still angry, lying facing the wall. I lay beside her. Sleeping with my mother seemed natural, but sleeping with my sister
felt uncomfortable; it was like neither of us touched the other.
That night, in the middle of the night, I felt my third sister playing with my penis, which woke me up. I could feel
her hand still there. My penis was hard.
My third sister knew I was awake, and her hand stopped moving. For a long time, neither of us fell asleep. I turned over and touched my third
sister. I felt that she was naked, just like me, without underwear.
As if we understood each other perfectly, my third sister pressed herself against me, face to face. She pressed herself against me, and I
pressed myself against her. I started to thrust my penis into her vagina. When I reached her, our bodies tensed up, and we
held on like that for a long time. My breathing became rapid. My heart was still racing the next day.
That night, we shared a bed. Neither of us seemed to want to sleep until we heard my mother and second sister
snoring. Then we started again, pressing ourselves tightly together. At that age, I didn't even know if I could penetrate her; I
just knew that was what penetration was.
On the third day, my two sisters were done, and I went back to my mother's bed.
As I grew older, my third sister began to distance herself from me and stopped playing those games with me.
The year I graduated from junior high school, my second sister got married.
My third sister missed the college entrance exam and graduated from high school. When I was in my first year of high school, my third sister got married. Her husband was a
soldier, and the engagement was arranged when he came back to visit his family. As I grew older, I sometimes dared not recall those sexual games with my third sister
; they were quite embarrassing to think about.
If it were just childhood games, it wouldn't be so bad. What was frightening was that my attachment to my third sister had
transformed into a sexual attraction towards her with age.
My future brother-in-law returned to the army six months later and was discharged. He visited my house more often then, and I was preparing for my college entrance exams
.
One evening, I came home from evening self-study. The house was pitch black. As soon as I entered, I heard a noise on the kang (heated brick bed), a metallic
clanging sound. I was frightened when I saw my future brother-in-law come out of the inner room. He asked if I was home from school. I said yes. Then
my third sister came out, and they left.
My heart began to pound. As soon as I entered the inner room, I smelled a strong sexual odor.
My heart began to race. I realized what had happened. A wave of jealousy, resentment,
and excitement washed over me. I turned on the light, seemingly trying to find some evidence. I climbed onto the kang (a 　　 heated brick bed), looking around. Suddenly
, I noticed a bit of cloth peeking out from under the rolled-up quilt. I pulled it out and saw it was my third sister's underwear, wet with a scent
I knew all too well. It was the smell of semen! 　　 Instantly, the thought flashed through my mind: "My third sister has been fucked!" 　　 For some reason, I couldn't accept this fact. I hadn't felt anything when my eldest and second sisters got married; perhaps 　　I was too young then. 　　 I couldn't stand people cursing, "Fuck your sister!" 　　 But now my third sister had really been fucked. In my mind, there was no concept of my third sister asking to be fucked. How could 　　this be? My third sister, she's my third sister! How could she have been fucked? 　　 A little while later, my third sister returned. As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the kang. I knew she was after her 　　 underwear. When she saw it wasn't in its original place, she snatched it from behind me, then lightly punched 　　me, preparing to get off the kang. 　　 Suddenly, I hugged her tightly and called out, "Third Sister?" 　　 I can't explain what came over me; I felt wronged, and my voice trembled with tears. 　　 I didn't do anything else, just held her like that. Third Sister didn't move or say a word. After a while, I let go 　　of her without saying a word. 　　 After that, I became silent. My mother noticed and asked me what was wrong, if I was too tired from studying. 　　 Third Sister also became quiet, especially around me. We avoided each other's gaze. 　　 From my mother's and Third Sister's conversations, I learned that Third Sister would be leaving in the fall, which saddened me greatly. 　　 Fortunately, I was admitted to university—the first university student from our village. The atmosphere at home improved considerably, and Third Sister was happy 　　, smiling all the time, and talking to me more. 　　 Just a few days before I was to report for duty, something that shouldn't have happened occurred! 　　 That night, only the two of us were home. We were talking normally, but suddenly, neither of us spoke 　　. Then, strangely, our eyes met—a gaze that siblings had never made before. 　　 The atmosphere suddenly became tense! If only someone had said a word, or if only someone had left for no reason 　　. 　　 But no one left. 　　 My heart was pounding so hard! 　　 Suddenly, my third sister turned off the light. 　　 I don't know where I got the courage, but I immediately pounced on my third sister... 　　 After a moment of panic, I pulled down my third sister's pants, but when I pulled down my own pants, I realized I couldn't do it 　　. I 　　 couldn't get an erection at all, a result of my excessive nervousness. 　　 In the dim light, I saw that my third sister had grown pubic hair. 　　 My third sister was breathing heavily, and I excitedly pressed down on her, squeezing my soft thing against her vagina. 　　 Strangely, even though I wasn't erect, I still ejaculated. 　　 I was immediately plunged into a state of utter despair. 　　 Perhaps it was God's punishment for us. 　　 The next day, I was anxious, regretful, and frustrated. I tried to go out and play with my classmates. 　　 Until I left, we never did it again. 　　 ( 　　 III) 　　After entering university, although I regretted it and blamed myself, I would get excited whenever I saw the word "incest" in a book 　　. 　　 Thinking back to that time I couldn't penetrate her, it was so humiliating! 　　 Although I still had feelings for my third sister, I was older now and felt that incest wasn't a good thing. So I didn't dare face 　　her; it was too embarrassing. Even during holidays, I wouldn't go to her house. When she came back, I would hide after I finished speaking. 　　 I was assigned to a coastal city after graduation, and I got married two years later. When I first saw my wife's vagina, I 　　couldn't see any beauty in it, and I couldn't connect it with the vagina of my third sister when I was a child. They were completely different things 　　! This is what you call a vagina?! Too much hair, and the labia minora were too dark. 　　 My third sister came to see me for the first time in the second year of my marriage. At that time, she had adopted another daughter. Because her first child 　　was a son, she always wanted a second child, but she was forced to give up several times. My son was also born that year. 　　 Although many years have passed, I still feel a little awkward when I'm alone with my third sister. This is because I still 　　like her. Generally speaking, siblings don't see sexiness in each other, but that's not the case for me. I find my third sister very sexy.

My third sister is indeed beautiful; she's the tallest of the three, at 1.7 meters.
That day, I unexpectedly met her in the outhouse. She was squatting on the chamber pot.
Seeing me enter, she smiled slightly. I was about to leave, but then thought it unnecessary. I washed
my hands, as if transported back to my childhood.
From that day on, gradually, a feeling returned between us—perhaps that feeling had never truly disappeared
—and we were no longer awkward together.
I believe that while I have a sexual attraction to her, she feels the same way about me; I
could tell from the time she turned off the light.
Now, it seems she's also waiting for an opportunity to break the ice.
I've fantasized more than once about having sex with her: my penis inside her vagina…
The opportunity finally arrived. My wife went to the nearby county town on business that day, saying she wouldn't be back until evening.
After she left, I suddenly felt uneasy. My third sister's behavior also became unusual; she spoke very gently, unlike
a sister speaking to her brother.
After lunch, she was putting the child to sleep in bed. I went in and peered over.
"Asleep?"
"Asleep," my third sister said.
My heart was pounding!
My third sister was still lying there, motionless, as if waiting for something.
I put my arm around her back, and she realized what was about to happen, but she didn't say anything.
I suddenly flipped her over.
"What are you doing?" my third sister said breathlessly, seemingly not too surprised. Her next
behavior was more like she had been expecting it.
I impatiently pulled down her pants and spread her legs.
For the first time in my life, I was actively looking at my third sister's vulva, and I was especially excited!
I'm not exaggerating, my third sister's vulva is really beautiful. The triangle area is very prominent, the pubic hair only grows on the vulva, and
there is very little hair on the labia majora. It's white and very full. Of course, the labia minora are no longer pink, but I still like it.
I almost lewdly spread my third sister's vulva open to look at it, as if trying to find the feeling of childhood.
"What's so interesting?" my third sister said shyly. Yes! What kind of younger brother is admiring his older sister's vulva like this
!
I leaned down and kissed her, then turned over.
My third sister seemed unable to believe her brother would actually fuck her. I believe she had thought about it, but never imagined it would actually happen, especially
after so many years. So when I pressed down on her, she seemed flustered! She
was already panting before I even penetrated her…
To be honest, I was also flustered, unable to breathe, and I couldn't believe I was really going to fuck my sister…
I found the right spot, and as if in revenge for that previous failure, I thrust in hard…
My third sister closed her eyes slightly, opened her mouth, and let out a soft sigh .
I noticed that her vagina was already well-prepared with vaginal fluid.
The incestuous stimulation made us extremely excited. I thrust violently, and from the moment I entered, my third sister showed
an excitement she shouldn't have, even a wantonness.
She kept sighing! She occasionally moaned, those sighs a praise of my genitals!
We were infected by each other's excitement, and that day my penis was exceptionally strong, thrusting for so
long, yet still feeling full of energy.
Third Sister suppressed her moans; it was clearly embarrassing to moan like that under her brother, but she had no choice but
to let them out.
The moment I ejaculated into her vagina, she almost cried out.
I felt incredibly good, more so than with my wife. I supported myself, looking at Third Sister; I believed she
had also reached orgasm, she was still panting. I think I must have had a very smug look on my face at that moment!
After more than ten years, Third Sister finally let me fuck her for a while!
It was fucking exciting! It was fucking satisfying!!
…………
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(IV)
This happened two years ago.
Since then, Third Sister and I have done it many more times, each time so exciting, so exhilarating.
…………
Right now, seeing Third Sister blushing and deep in thought, I felt an indescribable sense of pride, really wanting to pin her down on the sofa
. However, my thoughts were more on Yan Yan.
I held Yan Yan in my arms, lifted her above my head, and kissed her vulva twice: "You just like it!
It's none of your business, right, Yan Yan?" Yan Yan giggled; she was not yet two years old.
I put Yan Yan down, letting her play by herself, and went to my third sister's side, face to face: "Did I ask you
to tease her?"
"You naughty thing!" My third sister laughed and pushed me away, "You've been naughty since you were little!"
Haha! My third sister was defeated by me again!
From then on, my third sister turned a blind eye, knowing that I would never do anything excessive to Yan Yan
.
Whenever I had the chance, I would admire Yan Yan's vulva, always wanting to stick out my tongue and lick that pink flesh. Actually,
little girls don't have sexual awareness, so they don't have the concept of self-protection and won't realize what you're doing to them. Of course,
I wouldn't do anything excessive to her. Looking at her tender body, like a newly sprouted bean sprout, I knew it was delicate
but couldn't bear to eat it, always hoping it would grow longer and longer…
Five or six-year-old Yan Yan was the cutest, with a sweet mouth, constantly calling "Uncle, Uncle." As long as you gave her
a smile, she would become unruly, always clinging to you, constantly making a fuss on you, often making my crotch
bulge. Sometimes she would put things in my mouth, and I would bite her little finger along with it, and
she would cry out if it hurt even a little. To make her happy, I would let her bite my finger, putting my index finger
in her little mouth, but the feeling in my heart was not like it was a finger…
When I needed some kind of stimulation, I would let her sit on the back of my legs, my erect penis pressing
against her little butt through my pants, deliberately teasing her, so that she would sway her body back and forth, as if giving my penis
a massage, so comfortable! Luckily, I'm older now. If I were a teenager, she would have 'massaged' me until I was sedated
.
My wife had already found a good job in another city. My third sister came at my mother's request to take
care of me for a few days. I was spoiled at home growing up, and my mother couldn't bear to let me cook for myself, so with my sister here, I
was treated like royalty, even better than my wife. I had to act like a big man in front of my wife, but I could be a little brother in front of my sister. When the children
weren't around, I would climb onto my sister's back like I did when I was a child:
"Sister, dear sister, make me something delicious."
"Oh—how old are you?" My sister would still coax me like a little brother, gently removing my hand from her neck.
I would turn my face and kiss her on the cheek, and she would quickly release me from her embrace, otherwise I would
have more demands.
When I felt desire, I would still climb onto her back like that:
"Sister, dear sister, I want to fuck you."
"Oh—you shameless little brother!"
"I just want my sister, what do I need shame for?"
This kind of relationship is usually misunderstood; how can siblings act like this? But after it happened, I didn't feel
guilty or unclean. Like in my childhood, things weren't as open as they are now.
I didn't understand anything. If I heard that a couple had been classmates, I wouldn't understand. How could classmates become husband and wife? How could I be so
shameless?!
No matter who you're with, the first time you meet face-to-face after getting to know them is always embarrassing. Thinking about it, how could I have actually done it?
Did I really do it? Sometimes I still can't believe I actually slept with my sister. After a while, I didn't feel embarrassed anymore
. My sister was still my sister, and my brother was still my brother, just with added content, and this content was quite exciting
!
"Sister, can I sleep with Yanyan tonight?"
My third sister said okay, but when it came time to sleep, she seemed reluctant.
"Don't worry!" I said, "What else can I do to her?" After saying that, I felt I
had to express my dirty thoughts. So I tentatively asked again.
"Anyway, she's not your biological daughter."
"Even if she's not your biological daughter, she's still close. Puppies and kittens raised from kittens are incredibly close."
"Do you know who her parents are?"
"Yes. It's that Liu from the back street… You've been away for so many years, you wouldn't even know." "
Then… what if they want her back after she's grown up?" I really wanted to say it would be better to give her to me. I've
had the idea of adopting a girl for years, but the policy doesn't allow it.
"Then it's up to the child herself. She can stay with whomever she wants when she grows up." As soon as I said this,
a hint of sadness crossed my third sister's face.
That evening, my third sister gave her a bath. She was excited and wouldn't get out of the tub, splashing around in the water. After she'd had her
fill of fussing, I took her out and dried her off.
"Yanyan, how about sleeping on the big bed tonight?" I stared at her little slit, which looked even more like a vagina.
"Okay!" She jumped up and down on the bed happily. I felt even happier, wishing I could jump up and down too!
After my third sister gave her milk, she fell asleep soon after.
After watching TV with my third sister for a while, I was already itching to get back to sleep. I suggested we go to bed, but she said, "I'm afraid she
'll wake up crying in the middle of the night."
"It's alright, we'll just take her over if she cries," I reassured her. "Don't worry, I
just like her. I've always been cuddled by adults to sleep, never by a child
. My son never let me be cuddled."
Mentioning our childhood brought back that time…
"Remember when we were little, we shared a blanket…" I whispered teasingly in her ear.
She smiled mysteriously. I've always loved that mysterious smile of hers, because it always made me push my luck
: "Tell me the truth, did you want me to fuck you back then?"
She blushed and pinched my thigh: "Go to sleep, you're so annoying!"
As I finished washing up and walked into the bedroom, my heart started pounding. Actually, I didn't intend to do anything
bad. She was so young, and she was my own niece. What could I possibly do? So, dear readers, if you're hoping
I'll defile my niece, that's impossible. Stop here and don't read any further.
I've never held such a small girl in my arms before, and I was incredibly excited while undressing her. I was down to my underwear
, hesitated for a moment, then decided not to take it off.
I straightened her pillow, gazed at her sleeping face, leaned down and kissed her, lay down, and held this little chubby
girl in my arms. It was the first time I'd ever had such skin-to-skin contact with such a small girl. I wouldn't call it sexy, but it felt
incredibly comfortable. No wonder my mother liked to hold me while I slept when I was little!
Since I was already holding her, I might as well enjoy her skin; that wouldn't be too much, would it? I remember
when I was little, my mother would hold me and habitually touch my testicles before I went to sleep. In our rural area,
adults did the same thing when they liked children. Whether on the street or anywhere else, if they saw a neighbor holding a little boy
, they would go over and tease him, reaching out to touch his testicles. It was a sign of affection, and it made the little boy's owner feel
proud to have a son.
Sometimes misunderstandings would occur, usually with people from other villages who knew each other but didn't ask if the child was a boy
or a girl. They would reach out and touch the child, feeling something was off, and feel embarrassed. The owner wouldn't say anything, so they would quickly offer
a few compliments and then secretly rejoice, thinking they had unintentionally touched a little pussy…
Thinking this, my hand slowly slid down her back. A child's skin could truly be described as smooth and creamy
, especially her little buttocks, so fleshy and soft, like holding a mature woman's breast.
Moving from the outside of her thighs to the inside, my heart started racing. A few more inches and I would be touching her little pussy.
I paused for a moment, not because I was afraid to touch, nor because I didn't want to. When you face a kind of beauty, a
beauty you've longed for, you feel awe and reverence for it.
How many times have I wanted to peek like a thief, how many times have I reached into your private parts like a lustful devil? Each
time, something strikes deep within my soul.
From the time I developed sexual awareness in my teens to my sexual attraction to my sister, in the ignorance of my childhood, like
Oedipus, I was completely unaware of these immoral desires imposed by nature. As I grew up…
Afterwards, I found that I could no longer control these desires.
The gentle air from Yan Yan's even breathing, warmly caressing my chest, didn't bring me
the tenderness of fatherly love, but rather a rising desire. Several times I tried to suppress this inappropriate urge
, but it always resurfaced. Under the influence of this desire, my little finger slowly detached from the group, heading towards
that strangely sensitive labia. Driven by it, the other four fingers also began to move there, like a
pack of wolves surrounding prey.
When my little finger felt the undulations, another part of my body was also fully aroused…
When my middle finger sank into the groove, I didn't want to move it away, gradually burying it inside, gently stroking
it. It felt rough, lacking the smoothness of a mature woman's skin; it felt more like exploring its growth process…
I increasingly felt the need to take off my underwear. I
lifted my head, gazing at her for a while; she was sleeping so soundly.
I really wanted to kiss it. Maybe it was a little excessive, but it was still understandable. It's just a matter of liking something, isn't it
?
So, I slowly moved my body down, snuggled into the blankets, and gently parted Yan Yan's legs.
I reverently lowered my head, like a father kissing his disciple, and kissed her vulva,
inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from it, taking two deep breaths. I leaned in again, and in the darkness, I stuck out my tongue
, probing the contents of that crevice with the tip…
If Yan Yan could have sexual dreams, tonight would surely be a beautiful dream.
My underwear was swollen, and from my lower abdomen down, I felt a warm, throbbing sensation inside me.
I returned to my original position, pulled her closer, and pressed my warm, throbbing part against her body,
thinking that holding her like this for a whole night would be a rare and wonderful thing.
But after a while, I felt I couldn't go on; I needed to transcend a certain state to fall asleep. Ever since I learned to masturbate at nine
, it seems I can't sleep without playing with my penis, and once I start, I can't fall asleep until I reach a certain level.
In the quiet of the night, it seems I can only hear my own heartbeat. If Yan Yan were my daughter, what would I
do? Would I further molest her? Would I hold her and have inappropriate thoughts?
Unfortunately, I don't have a daughter, I don't know that feeling, I don't know whether to be happy or regretful.
Is touching her too much? Even if it is a little excessive, as long as I don't penetrate, I won't hurt her, and besides, she
is unconscious, so it won't cause her psychological harm. Moreover, the signals from a certain organ in my body make
me feel an urgent need to touch her.
I release Yan Yan from my arms and deliberately increase the force when laying her flat, seeing that she has no intention of waking up. At
this moment, for a good person, it would probably take considerable courage to support the following actions, but for me, a beast
, all I need to do is take off my underwear.
I pulled my pillowcase over and gently placed it under her buttocks, then rolled over onto her, arching my back against the blanket,
creating a large space beneath me. I could vaguely see her parted legs and the raised mons pubis…
My waist and hips bent downwards… In this position, I no longer needed to use my hands to guide my penis, and I 　　've never liked using my hands to guide it
during normal intercourse unless absolutely necessary. I prefer the most primal way, like animals 　　mating in nature, entering naturally after some exploration… 　　 Once I made contact, I caressed her vulva lightly, like 　　the pleasure of wading barefoot through muddy water after a rain as a child. I remember my first conscious ejaculation without masturbation 　　happened during this kind of contact. But now I'm not as sensitive as I was then; only penetration and thrusting can reach that level. 　　 I watched Yan Yan's reaction. Even if she woke up, she wouldn't realize what I was doing in her dazed state, 　　but even if she really wanted to penetrate, it was unlikely. Supported by this judgment, I transformed that gentle caress into 　　a real, intimate touch, tentatively burying the head of my penis into that longed-for crevice, as if I could feel myself reaching 　　the indentation at her barely noticeable entrance… 　　 My heart grew increasingly excited, and the throbbing of my penis became more and more frequent. 　　 Would a slight increase in force be enough to get it in? 　　 I tried pushing, and sure enough, I felt the head of my penis being flattened by the obstacle in front of me. I couldn't push any harder, or I 　　would definitely tear her tender vulva. 　　 I didn't dare to persist like that, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would actually rush in with a reckless abandon… 　　 I lifted myself slightly, letting the head of my penis slide up from below… 　　 The initial wonderful feeling turned into torture! 　　 I wanted to go in but dared not, and not going in wouldn't satisfy the craving of my penis for her little pussy! 　　 Yan Yan! If only you were eleven now! —No! Even if you were nine, your uncle would go all 　　out tonight! At worst, my third sister would scold me like an animal. That year, when I inserted my penis into my third sister's vagina 　　, others thought I was an animal, but I didn't regret it! 　　 Because that powerful psychological stimulation didn't allow me to regret it! What I regret is that 　　when my third sister and I played fucking games in bed as children, I didn't know how to penetrate her. I was so stupid! Actually, I vaguely realized 　　that I should be able to penetrate her. Otherwise, if everyone had a penis, why would girls need a vagina! 　　 I'll ejaculate, ejaculate into her little slit, close to her, so that even if the vaginal opening is small, the semen can't 　　be completely blocked... 　　 Thinking this, I supported my body with one hand and started masturbating with the other. Surprisingly, it didn't take much effort 　　before the urge to burst forth came. I bent over again, my glans pressing firmly against her vulva 　　. Instantly, a surge of intense urges erupted, and my body almost lost its support... 　　 It was too dangerous! I almost went in! 　　 Yan Yan cried out. I quickly got down and called her, "Do you need to pee, Yanyan?" 　　 "Mmm," she murmured groggily. 　　 "Uncle will take you to pee?" 　　 "Yes." 　　 I put on my pajamas, picked her up, and wiped her down as I did so. She didn't notice me in her drowsy state. We went to the bathroom 　　, and I turned on a small light, not wanting it to be too bright for her eyes. 　　 I peered inside and, finding no blood, felt relieved.

I put her back on the bed, and she quickly fell asleep. I touched the spot where she had been lying; although
a pillowcase had been laid out, it was still soaked, and there was a damp patch on the sheet. I couldn't resist getting up again, bringing my face close to her vulva, and smelling
the strong scent of semen before finally lying down contentedly.
I put on my underwear, settled myself down, and the tension in my body dissipated. I didn't want to pay attention to the little fleshy
creature beside me for the time being, and unknowingly fell asleep...
Yan Yan didn't come for two years afterward because she went to school.
I saw her when I went back to my hometown, only during the New Year. The child had changed a lot; for me, the biggest
change was that she had become distant. I managed to coax her into calling me "Uncle" a few times with something, and I patted her head, thinking that she
would be more sensible in the future, and that such an opportunity would never come again.
When I was nine years old, my third sister's family moved to the county town. My third sister's husband was a very capable man. Although he was
n't good-looking, my mother initially disapproved of my third sister's marriage. But my third sister was lucky. She'd always been lazy at home, but she married into
a family with many brothers who were also very friendly, so she rarely had to do heavy farm work.
Her husband started as a car repairman, made some money, and later opened a restaurant in the county town. The business gradually grew, and life
became much better.
[The End]

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