Xiaomeng Baby, a divorced female teacher, recounts her lewd self-description of her blissful sexual moments in a five-part series.

Chapter Five: The Third Meeting - Xiaomeng's Infidelity and Her Brother's Punishment (Part 1) As my brother and I met more frequently, our feelings deepened rapidly. Every conversation included thoughts of reunion and the desire to meet again. My brother would even suggest unique and creative ways of making love, making me blush and my heart race, yet secretly I eagerly awaited the day of our meeting. But I never imagined that each of my three meetings with my brother would occur in such a sorrowful and despairing state of mind.
Recalling my third meeting with my brother, I cannot avoid reliving that painful and shameful past. Although more than two years have passed, writing about that past again still makes me uneasy. However, to write a good account of my third meeting with my brother, I cannot avoid this matter. Fortunately, the final ending was relatively happy.
I should say that from the day I decided to quietly leave him, I considered him a thing of the past. But there is always a gap between thought and reality. Just as I was getting to know my brother, our relationship was rapidly warming up, and we had already met twice, eagerly anticipating our third meeting, this boy unexpectedly reappeared in my life. For the sake of convenience, I'll call this boy G (I'm used to calling him a boy because when we started dating, he was still a big boy; in fact, he's now a father of a five-year-old).
One day, I suddenly received a call from an unknown number. The moment I answered and heard the first voice on the other end, I felt as if my blood had frozen! It was him, G. I thought that familiar voice was long gone and would never reappear in my memory, but the moment it suddenly echoed in my ears again, I knew I could never erase that familiar voice from my memory. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a suppressed emotion: "How are you?" These three simple notes struck me like a thunderclap! After a moment of distraction (almost without any decisiveness), I instinctively hung up the phone.
Those who have read my story, "An Unforgettable Memory Between Me and Sister Hong," should know that before meeting my brother, I had a romantic entanglement with a boy about a year younger than me. That story was written from the man's perspective; I fabricated the name "Sister Hong," which you should know is actually Xiaomeng. Why did I write it that way? Because, to be honest, although I was hurt in the whole affair, I didn't truly hate him. I wanted to reflect on this experience from a man's perspective and understand his emotional journey. My final conclusion was that I felt no hatred, but also no love. I was willing... In my mind, this was just a bygone era.
My brain was still blank when the phone rang again. I didn't answer, but it stubbornly kept ringing, so I picked up. A frantic voice cried out, "Mengmeng, don't hang up! Please don't hang up!" My mind flashed through a series of past events in a fleeting moment, like a movie. I admit that at that moment, the tenderness deep within me awakened my femininity, even my maternal instincts. I didn't hang up, which meant I had reconnected to the past. To this day, I don't know if it was a flawed decision, but I think I would still do the same thing a hundred times over. Because at that time, I didn't have much of a sense of judgment.
I won't describe the details of the equipment in the later parts, because this story is about my brother and me, a story I love, and I don't want to dilute the beautiful atmosphere of this story too much. If I'm not in the mood, I will write about it in another way later. Since I've chosen to pick up my pen, I no longer hesitate to write about all my experiences. To be honest, I am most myself and most authentic here, and I even enjoy this self-expression. Would you like me to write about it in the future? You can leave a message below.
I opened QQ and was happy to see that my brother's avatar was still lit up, but he didn't ask me anything as usual. "Did you get on the bus?" My heart ached. It seemed this incident had deeply hurt my brother. I sent him an emoji, and after a while, he asked if I had gotten on the bus. I replied that I had already left, and he didn't say anything more. I felt empty inside because my brother had never been so cold before. I begged him to talk to me, to stay and talk.
I thought that time was the last time for G and me, but what happened afterward completely deviated from my expectations. I had underestimated a man's desires. More than ten days later, I received another call from G, saying he was passing by the school and asked if I was there, saying he could... He offered to drive me home. Not wanting to have anything to do with him anymore, I declined, saying I had something to do. I could tell he was a little unhappy, but he didn't say much, and I considered it a one-off thing. Who knew that from that day on, he would call every few days. At first, he didn't say anything inappropriate, so I didn't say anything. But later, perhaps my stance made him misunderstand that I still had feelings for him, and he started talking about how much he missed me on the phone. At that time, I naively thought that being nostalgic was just human nature, and not wanting to confront him, I didn't elaborate, just didn't respond. I never expected that my indecisiveness would lead him further into a misunderstanding... My fantasies intensified, and the phone calls became increasingly frequent, regardless of the time or place. Gradually, my brother also realized the unusual relationship between me and G.
This all started when my older brother and I were video chatting. G kept calling at inconvenient times and places. One time, while my brother and I were video chatting, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw it was G. I hesitated for a moment and didn't answer, hanging up. But he wouldn't give up, continuing to call, again and again. Finally, I had no choice but to answer. I asked G what was wrong, and he said nothing. He asked what I was doing, and I said I was at home. He then asked what I was doing at home. His questions were so specific, it made me a little... It was important, so his expression became somewhat unnatural. He looked at me with a mixture of emotions, his voice trembling slightly. He quickly hung up the phone, letting out a sigh of relief. But when I looked up, I saw my brother's confused expression. I felt a pang of unease. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. Jue Feixing Xing Huan Fang> Nai Sai, Meng Si Xie Chou, Meng Yao, Bu, ( Yi Youⅲ, Huang Qiao Yi Qian Mu Po Dao Gan ! (Liu Ti Tu Hui Xie Chai Sheng, Huang Qiao Shi Qian Huang Qie Xie He You Mi Fei Yao, Qi Huang Pan Qie Cai Qiang Shao Yuan  Mei Mo,  Hui  Liang  (Liu Si Dao Jiao ∥ Yi Pian Huan Fen バ Pa Deng Wei, Qi Huang Pang Xing Xie  Before and after this incident, my contact with G continued at a moderate pace. I couldn't bring myself to treat G harshly. I selfishly didn't want to leave a blemish in G's heart. I thought that even if our relationship wasn't that kind of anymore, I should still leave a good memory between G and me.
Looking back now, after having sex with G, I felt somewhat uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. I wondered how I could be so casual and have sex with two men at the same time. But my discomfort and embarrassment were based on my own feelings, not on anyone else, not on G, not on my brother. I just felt that it wasn't right for a respectable woman like myself to have sex with two men at the same time. If outsiders found out, they would consider me an immoral woman. As for how this matter affected my relationships with these two men, I've thought about it repeatedly. First, G, he's in the past. Even if we had sex again, it wasn't a rekindling of old feelings, not a new beginning. It was just a momentary impulse, plus a little bit of lingering affection for the past, a little bit of making up for some regrets. As for my brother, my initial mindset was definitely not that I was cheating, and I didn't feel like I was betraying him. After all, my brother and I aren't really married. He's never restricted my relationships with other men; in fact, he's encouraged me to have normal relationships, find love, and get married. That's how I can gain a man's affection, have a normal life, and have someone reliable to rely on. I know my brother genuinely wants me to be happy. Besides, G isn't a new guy; he was someone I knew and dated before my brother. My relationship with G was good, except for the later part where he became a bit reckless and his work went downhill. Overall, he was still good to me. As long as I understand that G and I aren't starting over, and it just happened once, I don't think I'm betraying my brother or cheating.
That's my opinion. However, my brother also asked me that if I get involved with another man, I shouldn't hide it from him; I should let him know so he can be prepared. He said he could accept it if Gu had normal interactions with others knowing about it, but if Gu was hiding these interactions from him, he would consider it infidelity and a betrayal. Actually, I didn't fully understand my brother's meaning at the time, and I never imagined he would go to such lengths. I thought that as long as my brother didn't know, it was all in the past, and not only could G and I have a peaceful separation, but it wouldn't affect my image in his eyes. I thought it would be terrible if I confessed to him! I wasn't starting over with G, and I didn't want to lose my brother. What man wants to hear about his woman's relationships with other men?
I think it was probably because I didn't consider it a betrayal of my brother that I was somewhat lenient and indecisive towards G, wholeheartedly fantasizing about a peaceful separation. It was this indecisiveness that sowed the seeds of our downfall, causing a painful ordeal between my brother and me. Our harmonious relationship and seamless communication were completely shattered that night.
Thinking back to what happened that day is truly unbearable. That noon, I received a call from G. He was at school, studying, and said, "I'm so tired, I'm so sad." He replied, "I'm so happy to hear you calling me." G continued, "I'm so happy to hear you calling me." G then added, "I'm so happy to hear you calling me." G's voice was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, seemingly unrelated to the phone call. It was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, seemingly unrelated, and possibly a fragment from another context. A more accurate translation would require the full context. 壤蠢鲜煎裘撸仕裁矗担骸该冉悖液孟泰悖沂贾胀坏袈淠悖姨焯焱砩隙荚谧鐾桓雒危涯惚г诨忱铮湍阍谝宦贰c冉悖乙桓龌崧穑课姨泰懇耍乙枇恕！ Gu Di cooking climbed up × Song Ye neon frame n industry man plan to entangle pure legs anger, vinegar Pan  shimmering machine difficult  cherry,  industry that last lucky color nai stir shimmering thorns,  wave spoon Yue 5 harmony,  swaying sedative  neon frame n chair  stomp mother li dong  ぷ gluttonous yun proud play,  picture relatives ≡   owe oriole sister great sang,  yi cavity coat oblique old water na  wise,  gray  tie peptide cut ┝ forgive? wound  flat drunk  long wave punishment  ィ,  huang qiong dong bottom Pan  curtain line sui? This is a difficult question, but I'm sure it's a good opportunity to have a video chat with you. We had planned this video chat a long time ago. Every time I chat with my brother, we have endless things to talk about. Before I know it, it's quite late. Suddenly, my phone rings. I pick it up and see it's G. I quickly hang up. I have a very bad feeling. The couple was exhausted, and the sound of their voices filled the air. The sound of their voices filled the air ... The knocking grew louder, no, it was more like pounding on the door, unusually jarring in the quiet of the night. G's voice grew increasingly furious; he told me that if I didn't open the door, he... (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.) He was about to shout, wanting everyone in the building to hear. This was my Achilles' heel. Having lived here for so long, almost all the neighbors knew me; they all knew I was a divorced female teacher. I didn't want everyone to know because of a man—where would my face be? I glanced at my brother, whose face was full of confusion and dejection, quickly logged off, and immediately cut the power to the computer. I thought to myself, "I'm sorry, brother, I can only deal with the problem at hand first.
" G was kicking the door, his voice growing increasingly desperate and angry. I had no choice but to open the door. G entered the room like a mad beast, bombarding me with questions and pleading. After receiving my cold rejection, a terrifying and humiliating scene unfolded… I don't want to describe the painful and shameful process that followed in detail here. Because this is about my sexual happiness with my brother, I'll omit the past here. I'll recount it in another post when I'm more composed.
Do you know what day that was? It was Singles' Day, November 1st, which was… It was our Valentine's Day, the day we had long planned to video chat and make love. Such a day, filled with anticipation and romance, was thus tarnished. From now on, every Singles' Day will bring me heartache, not because I'm still single, but because… after the storm that ensued on Singles' Day, G broke up with me. I sat there helplessly, lost in thought. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment, and I don't know how to face my beloved brother. I slowly turned on my computer. I knew that with my brother's personality, he would definitely be waiting for me. And as expected, his profile picture was still lit up. I just opened QQ, and a flood of messages from my brother popped up: "What's wrong, baby?" "Baby, I'm so worried, are you okay?" "Baby, baby, I miss you, what's wrong?" Seeing my brother's worried words, tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so sorry for him, so guilty, so filthy! I sent a simple "Here," and immediately my brother replied, "Baby, are you alright?" I didn't know how to answer. Then my brother asked, "Has he left?" Seeing this, I was speechless. I knew my intelligent and sensitive brother had already understood what was going on. I didn't know what to say, so I replied, "Yes." Then, contrary to his usual self, he asked, "Baby, can I see you?" He suggested a video call. My mind went blank, and I accepted the suggestion in a daze.
The moment he saw me, I saw a complex mix of emotions in his eyes: despair, hopelessness, despair, and sadness. I knew I looked utterly pathetic. My pink nightgown was tattered, with only one shoulder still hanging down, the other end torn, exposing half of my full breast, which was covered in scratches. Because my skin was already fairer than most women's, the red scratches looked even more glaring. I lowered my head, overwhelmed with shame.
My brother calmly asked me what had happened. He didn't want to be kept in the dark; he needed to know. I knew things had progressed this far, and I couldn't hide it any longer. Only by confessing to my brother could I find peace of mind. With a heavy heart, I told him the story of my relationship with G.龉裁炊疾恢匾灰愀嫠呶遥也换嵩谝猓纱竽暌箍说饺缃衳匆幌蛟诼髯盼遥业囊黄嫘幕焕吹陮胰衔?液艿舭埽一回焕茨惊男爬涤胝娉希敲次蚁甲颐钦昭直鸢伞！ The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful.墒歉绺绺静豢瞬患敖邮瘴業陌没冢衔腋揪兔挥懈闱灏响枵饧碌男灾剩衔绮谎盼沂潜黄鹊模牵蔷褪牵眩剩陀φ笔艿剿痉ǖ闹撇茫辽僖惨?盟艿降酪宓难党狻？ The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or garbled document. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful. The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful. The end of the road, the colony, the foolish shepherd, the 3〖Yingdong carbon さ reef 绺舒，衔揖褪枪孟⒀椋，踔潦枪创畛杉椋，愿绺缋此担，褪俏页龉炝耍，曳磁?烁绺雲n页腥衔颐挥邪旆ū绮蹈绺舒，非校，页龉炝耍，壹热淮竽暌挂豢，司途龆 That night, my brother's emotions also reached their breaking point. He used the most vile and malicious words to humiliate me. He made me take off my clothes and stand naked in front of him. He made me spread my legs and show him my little cunt that had just been fucked, and tell him about the process of being fucked. I begged my brother to punish me, saying I would do anything to forgive the baby. I begged him to punish me, to forgive me, and to forgive me. I begged him to forgive ... I knelt on the bed, begging my brother to punish me. I'd accept anything he asked, as long as he could forgive the baby. He looked at me with a pained expression, then said, "I'll do anything you ask, as long as you forgive me." The reins were drawn and the emblem was exhausted. γ, the restraint was broken. The railing was broken and the silk was sent, the cloak was broken and the dripping was broken. The ant was broken and the silk was broken. The stool was broken and the bag was broken. The turtle was broken and the falcon was broken. The snail was broken and the punishment was broken. The leech was broken and the bow was broken. The turban was broken and the fragrance was broken. The lily was broken and the fresh front was broken. The lily was broken and the hydra was broken. The dripping was broken and the emperor was sorry. The lily was broken and the crane was broken and the glaze was broken. The lily was broken and the cloak ... I remember once, because my skin is too delicate, I wrote on my body with a ballpoint pen (and after that I had an allergic reaction and broke out in small pimples), and my brother never did that again. Now that I think about it, I think this was a way for me to prove my innocence to my brother. So I offered to write on my chest every day to prove my sincerity and innocence, saying "Xiaomeng baby loves husband" and "Xiaomeng baby misses brother," but my brother said that there was no point in writing there, that I could still cheat on him, and that other men might see it too? He still wouldn't... He was willing to forgive me. Seeing his resolute expression, I truly didn't know what to do, but I still wanted to try my best to regain his trust and love through my sincerity. So, starting the next day, every day I wrote "Xiaomeng is brother's baby wife" on my chest, and "Baby is brother's little slut" and "Baby is brother's little bitch sex slave" on both inner thighs. I begged him to see what I wrote every morning and to check my marks before washing at night. I wanted him to check every day, either by video or by sending me photos, to show my sincerity. (The places where I wrote on my body broke out in small pimples due to an allergic reaction, so my brother said he didn't want to...) Seeing what I wrote didn't mean he would forgive me. He still can't let go of what happened between us and still shows signs of wanting to break up. He said he's very conflicted because Wei Wei has always been a perfect person in his heart, and my body and soul have always belonged to my brother unconditionally. So he really finds it hard to accept my betrayal. Although I was forced to have sex, my lack of resistance makes him unable to understand and feels that it hurts his pride as my man.
I'm really afraid that my brother will leave me. I can't live without my brother. We've been so compatible and happy together for so long. There's so much I'm reluctant to part with, even though... One day, my brother was going to leave me, and I wanted to see him in person and apologize to him personally. So I made a request to my brother, asking to see him one last time. I said that only a meeting could clarify my arrogance and explain my stance. Even if he didn't understand, I wouldn't complain; just seeing him was enough. Actually, I had another idea I didn't voice. If I could meet my brother, no matter what he decided, I would give him my body. I wanted him to fully enjoy himself. There were so many desires my brother had expressed in our daily lives, all sorts of playful games—this time, I wanted him to experience them all. Afraid that my brother would really leave me, I also wanted him to never forget the joy of being with my baby, and of course, my baby wanted to fully experience my brother's love again.
My brother didn't give me a definite answer. He told me he was going to a city in central Taiwan (which was considered southern to me) the next day, but he wasn't sure if he would see me. Even if he did, he said he was afraid he might do something rash and hurt me. I resolutely told my brother, "Brother, even if you don't see me, I'm going, because I think being closer to you is better. Even if I get lost in a strange city, I'm going!" My brother listened to me... He didn't say anything specific, just told me to think it over carefully, and that I could come if I wanted, but he hadn't decided whether to see me or not. I was overjoyed to hear that my brother hadn't rejected me, because at least I had a chance to see him, even though I didn't know how likely it was, it was better than a firm rejection.
After getting off the train, I stood on the platform, looking at the bustling crowd around me, and suddenly felt a little lost. At that moment, I realized how bold I had been! I had never traveled so far alone before. Although my brother had given me the hotel address—I was afraid he would get angry, so I didn't dare to be coquettish and refuse to let him send me the address, and I was even more afraid that if he didn't come to pick me up, I would at least have an address to find my way there myself. Brother, so I asked you to send me the hotel address—but I have absolutely no sense of direction. Once I leave the station, I probably won't even know which way is north, south, east, or west. I'm so confused! I can't even find my way around properly. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or garbled version of a Chinese web page. It's impossible to translate meaningfully without understanding the intended meaning. Soon, the appointed day arrived. I made up an excuse and asked the school for a day off. With a mix of anxiety and trepidation, I set off. The journey was long, a ten-hour train ride. It was early November, and it was already getting cold in the north, but I checked the weather forecast and it was still quite warm there. I wanted to dress up nicely for my brother, so I wore a thick long coat over a black long-sleeved jumpsuit with a very low neckline, perfectly showcasing my fair and full breasts. I wore black stockings and black suede high heels. Before leaving, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked quite sexy, but I didn't know if my brother would appreciate it, and my mood became somewhat somber.
I rushed to the station and boarded the train. It was crowded, and the heater was on, making me a little breathless and hot. After boarding, I took off my coat and draped it over my arm. Walking through the aisle, I immediately felt strange looks from the men around me, realizing my attire was somewhat revealing. I went to my berth; there were three tiers, and mine was on the highest. Since I was dressed like that, I didn't want to sit on the lower berth, so I went straight to the upper berth. Ugh, I really regretted wearing a skirt. Climbing was easy, but climbing up was impossible! With no other option, I pulled my skirt up to my hips, embarrassed to look around, and struggled to climb up.
Suddenly, the man opposite me said, "Handsome, can I borrow your pen for a moment?" I was startled. How did he know I had a pen? And he emphasized "pen" so heavily, his pronunciation was obviously flirtatious. I didn't want to talk to him, but I was afraid he'd bother me, so I took the pen out of my bag and handed it to him. The moment he handed me the pen, he noticed it was too revealing on my chest, and there were words on it, so I deliberately covered my chest with one arm and stretched out the other while turning to the side. As he reached for the pen, he grabbed my hand, causing me to nearly drop it. Involuntarily, I lowered my arm, grabbed the railing of the bed, and pulled back to break free. I saw the man looking at my chest with a meaningful, malicious gaze. Looking down, I saw my full, white breasts (almost completely exposed), and the letters written on them were bold and unrestrained. My face flushed instantly, and I quickly lay down, pulling the covers over myself, turning away from him, filled with immense shame. After a while, I heard the man say, "Handsome man, thank you for the pen." He emphasized the word "pen" again. I was afraid he would try the same trick again, and I didn't even want the pen anymore, but I was also afraid he would continue to pester me. So I simply stretched out my arm from under the covers and stopped turning to the side. This time, the man... He was very polite, bowing slightly to place the pen in my hand. I took it and discovered a note clipped to the nib. Opening it, I saw a line written by Shan Lingqing: "Handsome man, you're so sexy, can we add each other as friends?" The handwriting was quite beautiful, followed by a set of numbers, presumably QQ. I felt a pang of panic and fear, but I didn't want to give him any false hope. Without looking at him, I tore the note to shreds. Seeing my reaction, the man probably figured I wasn't the kind of woman he imagined, and he stopped harassing me.
Just as I climbed into bed, I felt something was wrong. I looked up… A man in his forties across the berth was staring intently at my chest. As I climbed up, he had given me a full view of my chest from his superior position. I glared at him, but he didn't back down; instead, his gaze widened and became even more lewd. Following his gaze, I felt incredibly embarrassed. When I got to the berth, I had pulled up my short skirt, revealing my black thong underwear, and this man had definitely seen my round buttocks. I had intended to use them to flatter my brother, but this filthy man had seen them first. I frantically tried to... I straightened my skirt, pulled the covers over myself, and lay down.
Because it was my first time traveling alone by train, and I'd run into that guy in the next berth, I was a little scared. I told my brother what had happened via text message. But his message was indifferent: "That's perfect, let other guys chat with you, then you can fuck them hard. I don't want to talk." I could tell he was still angry. I pleaded with him, "Brother, husband, I don't want anyone else, I only love you. Xiaomeng is your little slut, your little bitch, your little whore. I know I was wrong." "Brother." My brother replied, "How would I know you're just my little slut? I have no way to prove it." Hearing my brother's imprint, I quickly said to him, "Brother, I can write it down for you. No matter where Baby is, she's just my little slut. Xiaomeng's little slut only likes to be fucked by Brother's big cock." My brother didn't reply, but I guessed he had tacitly agreed to my idea. To gain my brother's understanding, I was willing to do anything for him. I glanced at the man opposite me; he was reading a magazine with his back to me. I took a ballpoint pen from my bag, lay on my side on the bunk, and pulled open my bra. On one of my white breasts, I wrote "xmbb" (Xiaomeng Baby), and on the other, I wrote "gglg" (Brother Husband). After quickly writing it, I took a quick picture with my phone and sent it to my brother. The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. 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Knocking on the stranger, the sound of a pheasant echoed through the air. The sound of a herdsman, a rustling of leaves, filled the air. The sound of a pheasant ... Let me briefly describe the series of events that followed, as this is the necessary background. After my emotions stabilized, G started asking me why I had broken up with him without a word. He hadn't forgotten me all year; he had searched everywhere for me, inquiring about my whereabouts. My friends all blamed him; no one was willing to tell him my location. But because G and I were still in the same city, albeit in a different district, the city wasn't large, and he eventually found out where I was. I said it was all in the past, and you have a family now; what's the point of finding me now? Live your own life well; that was my original intention in breaking up with you. G said there was no special reason, he just couldn't let go and wanted to see me again. Even if he wanted to let go, he should at least put an end to it. After all, I had suddenly and quietly broken up with him. He opened the door, and he felt his shortcomings hadn't been addressed, so he wanted to meet again. I initially didn't want to meet him; what would another meeting look like? But everyone knows my personality; I just can't resist a man's sincere request. I could feel his sincerity. So… sigh, I finally agreed to meet him. Not at home, not at school, but at a small, quiet restaurant near my house. We drank and chatted. He talked about his life over the past few years, his marriage, and that he had a son. Of course, he mostly talked about how he had always missed me and was looking for me. You know, no woman in the world would refuse such an outpouring. Of course, I hadn't thought about rekindling our relationship; after all, I have a brother now, someone much more profound, from body to soul. The possession and enjoyment of. I just listened quietly, with a little bit of revenge and compensation for the hurt I had inflicted. Then... he got drunk, and I wasn't very sober either. I helped him back to my home. What can I say about what happened after that? I really never thought about starting over, really never. But I really don't hate him. Like before (sometimes there was a little bit of resentment), now there's none at all. I don't hate him. He brought me so much happiness, so much understanding, so much comfort, so much longing. And over the years, he has been tormented by his heart. Besides, I'm not a virgin anymore. My body isn't as calm as my mind, and my mind isn't calm either. In conclusion... we went through a difficult time. Yes, he went back to... He entered my body, he was wild, so wild. I was once infected by his wildness, but after my brother, I finally realized that I could no longer be awakened by any other man to that soul-stirring, no, soul-destroying, ultimate climax. Afterwards, when we were getting ready, I didn't feel satisfied. I even felt a little embarrassed. Yes, embarrassed, not pleasure, not resentment, just embarrassed. I told him that this was our last time, that this was truly the end, and that this was our peaceful farewell. I was referring to the last time we parted after we finished, which wasn't so pleasant. He seemed relatively calm, at least he didn't say anything lingering. I think this time we've finally truly parted, a peaceful farewell, and that's good.
Just then, I heard a soft cough. I quickly pulled the blanket up and glanced casually at the man in the next bunk. The man opposite me had sat up at some point and was staring at me. Startled, I quickly turned away. Oh dear! I was writing so intently; I wonder if that jerk saw it. My heart pounded even harder. After a while, I turned back and saw the man lying there reading a magazine again, but this time he was facing me sideways, which made me feel uneasy.
Because I had something on my mind—thinking about my brother and also a little afraid of being bothered by that man—I couldn't sleep all night. Early the next morning, I went to my bunk to wash up. Most of the other passengers were still asleep. I carefully covered my chest to avoid being seen. I didn't dare wipe off the writing on my breasts, afraid my brother would be unhappy when we met. When I returned to my bunk, the man also sat up, grinning and staring at me. I realized that the angle at which he sat up was perfect for seeing my breasts, and what made it even more embarrassing was that the writing on them was also vaguely visible. Although it wasn't a secret to him, I was still both ashamed and anxious, and quickly climbed onto my bunk. The man seemed to notice, and pretended to look away.
I checked my phone, but there were no messages from my brother, and he wasn't online. I felt very disappointed. There were still more than two hours until we arrived, and there weren't many people left in the carriage. Although those two hours weren't long, they felt incredibly long to me. The people in the middle and lower bunks had already gotten off in the early morning, leaving only the man and me. The man opposite me kept glancing at me. I can't deny that, because I was wary, I would also glance at him from time to time.
At first, the man was covered by the blanket, but I could see his hand rubbing his crotch. I knew he was intentionally letting me see his actions. Seeing that I didn't resist, he simply pulled the blanket down to just cover his knees, arching his legs. Because of the blanket, people walking by in the hallway shouldn't be able to see his movements, but from my angle, I could see it clearly. He was only wearing thin long underwear, and I could clearly see his genitals bulging out of the fabric. I thought he was intentionally creating that shape so I could see it. My face flushed red, my heart was pounding, and I dared not look at him, yet I couldn't help but steal a glance.
The man seemed even more pleased to see me, and without any restraint, he directly put his hand inside his long underwear and began to move. I heard him let out a slightly suppressed groan. I felt very embarrassed and pulled the blanket tighter to cover my face. But the man's groans still reached my ears. For some reason, the more I did this, the more I strained my ears, listening intently to the sounds around me. I heard the man's voice growing increasingly excited, and based on my experience, I knew he was on the verge of climax.
I couldn't help but pry open a small crack in the blanket, peering at him. I saw that his hand was still inside his pants, and the erection was even higher. He continued his movements (down), and suddenly I saw him pull his long johns and underwear down to his thighs, revealing a large, hard, erect penis. Whether the man sensed me watching him from under the blanket, or it was just his imagination, he turned slightly towards me, looking at me with a lewd grin. Honestly, I can still recall his expression. I never imagined that I, a Chinese language teacher, would be... through this... That's when I truly understood the dictionary meaning of "lewd laughter" for the first time! I saw the man continuously stroking himself with one hand, while the other hand pulled out a tissue from under his pillow, ready at any moment. This action made me involuntarily hold my breath, waiting for the moment he would ejaculate. His movements became faster and faster, and then I heard a muffled groan. I saw him quickly cover his glans with the tissue, pressing it firmly, his firm buttocks thrusting upwards, then he let out a long sigh, a look of blissful satisfaction on his face.
I knew this man had ejaculated, and he must have been imagining my body when he did. My heart pounded with irritation, as if I had been forcibly violated. After a while, the man sat up, and I saw that he no longer covered his private parts. His once large penis had shrunk drastically, becoming listless and repulsive. He held a crumpled, damp-looking ball of paper in his hand, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he showed it to me. A pungent smell of semen wafted over. How disgusting! This damned man actually showed me his semen! It's utterly repulsive! Both are male ejaculation, so why is his so repulsive?
I thought to myself, if... My brother is so good, I definitely won't let him waste it. I won't just wipe it with paper, I'll lick it clean! But brother, will he still give me this chance?
The train finally started to pull into the station. I sat up and tidied up the things on my bunk. The man finished tidying up, put his hands on the two bunks, stood on the middle bunk with his legs spread, and threw his luggage down to the lower bunk. I thought he would just get off, but unexpectedly he suddenly leaned close to me and whispered, "The handwriting over there is quite pretty, I like it." After saying that, he quickly stuffed a wad of something into my cleavage, and then nimbly got off the bunk and left. I was stunned for a moment, until I looked at the man... After separating with our luggage, I hurriedly pulled the wad of tissues from his cleavage. The strong smell of semen assaulted my sense of smell; it was the tissue he had used to wipe his semen. I felt nauseous and threw it onto the bed next to mine, then wiped the sheets repeatedly. Thinking there might be something else in his cleavage, I pulled out another tissue—a note. I was about to throw it away, but then I thought, if it contained something about what I had just done, that would be terrible. I unfolded it and read it anyway. Besides a few numbers, there wasn't a single Chinese character. I guessed it was another note he had written when he borrowed a pen. I didn't bother to write it down; I just tore it to shreds and threw it onto the bed next to mine. I was afraid that the man would continue to bother me, so I deliberately slowed down. Only after he left did I get off the bunk, put on my thick coat, gather my luggage, and head out. By the time I got off the train, he was gone. I was somewhat relieved that he wasn't the kind of man who would relentlessly pursue me.
Writing this now, I feel a little regretful. I really should have written down his QQ number. Actually, he was quite handsome; I could have teased him a bit, maybe even made him exhausted. Haha, just kidding. I only think about this now because I'm in the mood; I wasn't thinking about these things back then. Now, I'm carefully recalling what I saw of the man in the next bunk. The feeling during ejaculation... When I saw him like that, I felt truly disgusted, which shows how terrible my state of mind was. I didn't have my brother's understanding of my position, and I didn't know how he would treat me. I had no mood to be happy because of other men. You know, I'm usually a woman who gets aroused by the sight of semen. Last time on the Beijing subway, the actions of a vulgar old man brought me to orgasm, let alone this guy in the next berth who was quite handsome. But I'm sure I wasn't very aroused then; in fact, I couldn't get aroused at all! I might have lost my brother! So this episode on the train... This can't be considered another instance of Xiaomeng's infidelity, but I'm writing this specifically to clarify one thing: Xiaomeng isn't the kind of woman who would easily cheat.
Following the flow of people through the long corridor and out of the ticket gate, I was completely lost. Before me was a large hall, and the flow of people was no longer in one direction. A constant stream of people passed by, but... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...a large hall, where the flow of people was no longer in one direction. A constant stream of people passed by, but... (The text abruptly shifts again ... Honestly, I admit I'm stupid. In some ways, I seem to be a bit dim-witted, and I still am. I don't know how to distinguish those directional signs. I hesitated for a moment and decided to follow the majority of people with luggage in a certain direction.
Just as I was feeling down and sentimental, I suddenly heard the familiar and warm voice I had been longing for: "Which way? I'm here." My brother was standing not far away, looking at me. My mood instantly brightened. My brother came to pick me up! My brother didn't abandon his baby! I rushed to my brother, like a lost child seeing family. I took my brother's hand, but unexpectedly, he gently pushed me away and pulled his hand away.
In that instant, I snapped out of my daze. I'd lost my composure. How could my brother so easily forget my rebellious nature? He felt a strong aversion to my touch. But even so, I was happy, because my heart was clear. My brother still cared about me. He knew I had no sense of direction, and he still came to pick me up! I secretly told myself that no matter how my brother punished me—hit me, scolded me, humiliated me—I couldn't give up. I was determined to be my brother's, my woman, my little slut, my little bitch, my little whore, my little sex slave. I would submit to whatever came my way. I would make my brother take me back. I would make my brother happy, joyful, and enjoy himself. I would let my brother experience something he had never experienced before—sex and love!
Fellow wolves, if you've read this far, give Xiaomeng a shout-out! Because this piece was so hard for Xiaomeng to write—no, it was emotionally painful—she still loves writing about the feelings of being with her brother. She writes those feelings with pleasure, and the readers enjoy reading them too. I doubt the readers will really enjoy this one. But I have to write it, because it's necessary for the later plot, and more importantly, because I need to record these experiences. However, the later story should be more appealing to you readers, so please use your most primal urges, extend your stubborn index or middle fingers, and give Xiaomeng a good "pump" down! Let Xiaomeng feel the strength and depth of your "pumps," inject some "vitality" into her, because Xiaomeng is about to receive her brother's strict punishment! Her brother won't be soft-hearted or pained by the despicable Xiaomeng who has cheated!

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Xiaomeng Baby, a divorced female teacher, recounts her lewd self-description of her blissful sexual moments in a five-part series.

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