Memoirs

One day, I came home from school and saw a beautiful young girl smiling at me as soon as I entered the door. Her face looked vaguely
similar to mine... It turned out to be my cousin, Ru
.
When we were little, I always clung to her. She was two years older than me, and always acted like an older sister. Because she
was an only child and I was an only child, and we lived close by, we often played together. We'd play
house, she'd be the bride, and I'd be the groom. That's how my carefree and happy childhood
went. She wasn't exactly a beauty, but her features were very pretty, and she had a good figure (
even as she grew up). Most importantly, she was the gentle and graceful type of girl; being with her was very
comfortable , like a breath of fresh air. She never seemed to know what anger was, probably because her family wasn't well-off
, so she always had a lot of tolerance and understanding towards others. When I was little, I liked to play pranks and make
her angry, but at most she would just hide and cry for a
while and then she'd be fine. After the storm passed, we'd play together again. I often told her that when I grew up, I wanted to marry her, and she
would just smile... and reply, "Then you'd better grow up quickly and stop bullying me!!" I
would often take the opportunity to snuggle into her arms, tickling her until she begged for mercy. At that time
, I think my pure love for her was more out of respect than romantic love. And she felt a sibling-
like affection for me. When I entered junior high, our family moved north, and news of my cousin became sporadic
. I only knew that she had excellent grades and got into the provincial girls' school (while I barely managed to get into a bad
school—IP blocked!). The unfamiliarity, curiosity, and adaptation to the new environment gradually made me
forget ; the memories slowly faded. The joking vows, like fairy tales I heard as a child ... became
distant and unfamiliar.

She looked much the same as when she was a child, only her hair was longer and she was thinner, making
her delicate features even more slender. She wore an apricot-yellow dress,
revealing her shapely legs below the knees. She smiled gently at me. Ah! That smile, when I first went north, haunted my dreams
in the middle of the night , making me weep silently, unable to sleep. And now I see it again, is it true!? Or not!?
I could only awkwardly and clumsily chat with her. It turned out she had been admitted to T University this year and was going north
to study. My aunt is a conservative country woman. I didn't feel comfortable having her stay outside, so I asked her to come live with me.
Wow! What a blessing! I chatted with her casually. Clearly,
the price of studying hard was that she wore glasses, but it also added a touch of refinement and elegance to her face.
I rambled on about Taipei, and she maintained her usual gentle smile... She didn't talk much, but
she loved to
laugh... Just like when I was a child!!

Later, I pretended to be helpful (actually, I was also excited) and helped her tidy her room, putting on
the airs of a virtuous housewife. As she turned to pack her luggage, I carefully observed her back...
Her figure was still beautiful, only more beautiful, taller, and her proportionate figure was encased in a well-fitting dress.
She had blossomed into a stunning college girl, while I was still a face full of acne,
aimless , and hopeless wretch. (IP blocked!) Compared to other students, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

I was helping Ru tidy up her room, chatting about what had happened since we last met. She had been very diligent these past few years,
consistently ranking at the top of her class. I, on the other hand, had been busy slacking off… Now she was
a student at a national university, about to embark on a vibrant and exciting new life, while I felt like a maggot still wallowing in the mud
, and I couldn't help feeling a little depressed. We chatted as we tidied up. After I finished setting up the mattress, I
turned around and saw my cousin standing on the table, tiptoeing, stuffing her unused luggage into the attic space.
Her beautiful legs swayed in front of me, challenging my self-control. My earlier depression suddenly
vanished because of this beautiful sight… Because she was on tiptoe, her skirt was slightly lifted, and when she pushed forward
, the back of the skirt rode up, revealing her thighs
above … I stared at her beautiful legs, unable to resist any longer… What was underneath her skirt?
… A wicked thought crept into my mind… I swallowed hard, finding my mouth incredibly dry. My cousin was still
busy tidying up, probably unaware of what I was doing!

So I pretended to bend down to organize the clutter under the table, slowly shifting my gaze to under her skirt...
My cousin was like a sheep grazing mindlessly, oblivious to the hungry wolf already watching her...
I moved my gaze closer... A youthful body gradually unfolded before me...

I saw a rounded bottom, encased in small white panties. Because she was also wearing
pantyhose, the panties were tucked inside, with some wrinkles around her buttocks, not quite fitting
snugly. Based on my years of experience as a voyeur, the material of her panties was probably a nylon blend, because
cotton panties seem thicker and fit better against the skin. Since her stockings were completely transparent
above , I could clearly see the color and material of her panties... But
my good fortune didn't last long; my cousin finished putting things down and came downstairs. But she had no idea what I had just done.
Seeing my slightly flushed face (and racing heart), she asked, "Wow, so much stuff! You must be tired. Let's
clean up tomorrow!" I smiled at her guiltily, thinking to myself:
I'll find out tonight if my observation was right.

After watching TV that evening, I, who was usually the first to shower, unusually delayed. Urged by
my mother , I impatiently replied, "I want to watch TV! Let my cousin shower first
!" My cousin smiled at me and went to the back. I didn't shower until she finished.
While everyone was watching TV in the living room, I went to the back balcony and found
a set of women's underwear where I usually hung my underwear—wet!! It was swaying in the breeze, like a blooming night-blooming
cereus ... I carefully took it down and secretly took it to the bathroom...

This was the first time I had seen a girl's intimate item so closely. A pure white, lace-trimmed Japanese-made
bra , size 32A. White nylon-blend briefs, a typical student style, without exaggerated
lace or frills, and nothing particularly special about the front. But they meant something different to me; they were
my cousin's intimate garment, enveloping her alluring breasts and valleys... I brought them to my nose and inhaled, as if
I could faintly smell my cousin's unique, youthful fragrance. My little brother... mixed with fat...
Stimulated by the scent of soapy water, my erection hardened. I wrapped my cousin's panties around him,
rubbing back and forth, fantasizing about the youthful flesh beneath... A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my
juices flowed freely... In the bathroom, only thick steam filled the air, accompanied by my heavy breathing
... I splashed some water to wash away the residue of my filth from her panties...
My body felt a sense of liberation after release, weak and languid... yet my heart was filled with emptiness and self-reproach...

?? After my cousin came to live with us, I became more obedient, coming home on time. My parents thought this was a good "
peaceful evolution." I even asked her questions about my books, and while she answered, I would just stare at her blankly,
smiling foolishly, imagining all sorts of things under her clothes... the style and color of her underwear... her youthful body...
Before long, going to the balcony every night to examine her intimate apparel became my daily routine. Besides
the Three Principles was also filled with my cousin's various kinds of underwear—white, flesh-colored,
pink... Every day I fantasized about her, listening to her soft whispers and silvery laughter...
Then, while showering, I would masturbate in front of her underwear, which became my daily expectation and
hope ... My days took on a rosy hue...

?? My cousin is a country girl, so her clothing is rather conservative. Even her underwear reflects this; she
mainly wears white and nude-
colored
panties. They're all the typical girlish type—low-waisted, conservatively styled briefs without lace. She has one pink pair with an embroidered rose, probably her most "sexy" one; another has small red and green floral prints… Her bras are all back-opening. She has one white, strapless
Wacoal bra with very ornate lace, but I rarely see her wearing it…

Ever since I first saw up my cousin's skirt, I've had no chance to catch a glimpse of her. I can only
look at her freshly washed underwear and reminisce. I long for the day I can see my cousin
wearing these familiar underwear, displayed before my eyes…
I waited and waited, and finally, the opportunity came…

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