Repay kindness with your body

In two months, I'll be marrying my boyfriend of two years. We bought a small three-bedroom apartment in the city, which is currently being renovated. These past few months, my

boyfriend and I have been busy preparing for the wedding.

We've been comparing wedding cakes, banquets, and so on. My heart is filled with joy, but there's also an indescribable sadness. Behind this apparent happiness, there's a worrying

factor: my mother, Yalan.

My father left us when I was eight years old. After that, my mother took care of me and my three-year-old brother, doing odd jobs to earn money. Life was incredibly difficult for the three of us

.

I remember that my primary school tuition was raised by my mother through countless requests for money from relatives and friends. Another time, I got gastroenteritis in the early morning; my stomach was

cramping terribly, and I kept vomiting. My cries kept my mother awake all night taking care of me. I remember that after I recovered, she fell ill with a fever.

And so, my mother raised my brother and me.

Until one day, a stranger, an uncle named Zhong, started frequently taking my mother home. From my childhood, I remember Uncle Zhong being very kind to my mother and me, especially when we

first met. He gave me a very cute doll, which I still have to this day; I even plan to bring it to my husband's family after I get married.

Uncle Zhong—I heard he had been married before, and his daughter is the same age as me, but an accident took both his wife and daughter. He said he was depressed

for a long time until he met my mother. He treated us like family, and that's when he rekindled his hope for life.

My mother, because of Uncle Zhong, her work pressure gradually eased. Uncle Zhong even sponsored my brother and me's tuition, so I felt

that Uncle Zhong was like a father to me, and my brother and I liked him very much.

That evening, I ate dinner with my mother, younger brother, and Uncle Zhong. During the meal, everyone happily chatted about my wedding plans. I excitedly shared that I had found a cheap

and beautiful wedding dress, and I held up the catalog to tell my mother about my joy. My younger brother, who is currently in university, also sensibly praised me, his older sister

, for being so beautiful. Only Uncle Zhong seemed a little uncomfortable while eating; I could tell he was forcing a smile for me.

Uncle Zhong is like my own father, so I happily teased him and said,

"Uncle, what's wrong? Don't you think I look good in a wedding dress?"

I sat down next to him, took his hand, and showed him the catalog.

"Uncle, can you help me choose which one is prettier?"

Uncle Zhong replied, "Hmm, Yunjun looks good in everything, all of them..."

I felt Uncle Zhong's eyes redden. Then, he sighed and said, "If my daughter were still alive, she would be getting married by now..."

Hearing this, we all felt a lump in our throats and quickly comforted him.

I said, "Uncle Zhong, I am your daughter. I have always considered you my own father these past few years. Don't be sad, I'm still here for you. "

Hearing this, Uncle Zhong smiled contentedly from the bottom of his heart. He nodded and then joined us in choosing a wedding dress.

I have little memory of my father from childhood. From as far back as I can remember, Uncle Zhong has always been the head of our family. My younger brother was quite

rebellious in middle school, making many bad friends. Once, he told me that he and a group of friends stole someone's motorcycle, got into an accident, and were afraid of being scolded by our mother. The motorcycle owner

also demanded tens of thousands of yuan in compensation. We dared not tell our mother. Uncle Zhong noticed something was wrong with my brother's expression. After finding out, he not only didn't scold him

, but also paid the compensation for him and resolved the matter.

As for me, he treated me like his own daughter. In middle school, we often had evening classes, and school always ended quite late. Every time I finished school, Uncle Zhong

would already be waiting for me at the school gate. For those years, rain or shine, I always had a safe way home.

Uncle Zhong doted on my mother. When she met him, she was already 34 or 35 years old, and had undergone tubal ligation after giving birth to my brother and me, making her

chances of conceiving very low. However, Uncle Zhong never mistreated us because the children weren't his; on the contrary, he treated us like his own. This made my mother feel incredibly

indebted to him.

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The night after that dinner, I had just hung up the phone with my boyfriend when my mother knocked on the door and came into my room.

Me: [Mom, why aren't you asleep so late?]

Mom: [Yunjun, there's something I've been worrying about, and I don't know what to do.]

Me: [Tell me about it.]

Mom: [Uncle Zhong's kindness to our family... we owe him so much.]

Me: [Yes... ] "I know... Uncle Zhong is like my own father..."

Mom: "Yes... It's a pity I'm too old to give him any descendants..."

Me: "Mom isn't old at all. My brother and I will take good care of you and Uncle Zhong. Don't worry."

Mom held my hand, looking quite pleased. She said, "I know you've always been sensible and never worried me, but... but..."

Me: "But what?"

Mom said, "But this time you're getting married, it really touches on Uncle Zhong's long-standing grief... I don't know what to do."

I nodded, and Mom continued, "

Yunjun, you also feel we owe Uncle Zhong a lot, don't you? What do you think of him?"

I smiled and replied, "Yes, we owe him so much kindness, of course I like him very much."

Mom: "Then, can you do me a favor and help me repay his kindness?"

Me: "Of course, Mom, how do you want me to repay your kindness?"

Next, my mother's reaction caught me off guard. Mom knelt down in front of me, and before I could help her up, she said something that made my legs go weak and I collapsed into

a chair. My

mother said, "[Yunjun... could you take my place and have a child for Uncle Zhong?... I beg you... I beg you...]"

That night, I couldn't sleep. I thought about what my mother had said and how Uncle Zhong had taken care of our family over the years. Should I agree? People say you can't be

both loyal to your boyfriend and filial to your mother. Should I be loyal to my boyfriend or filial to my mother?

It's so hard, so hard. I huddled under the covers and cried, unable to think of a better way. Then I got up to take a shower to calm myself down. I saw myself in the mirror...

I know this body was given to me by my mother, and also raised by Uncle Zhong. In the end, I compromised, because without them, I wouldn't be the

person I am today.

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The next day, I wrote a short letter to my mother:

Mom, thank you for your hard work these past few years. I can accept your request yesterday, after all, Uncle Zhong has really been good to us.

If I can use my body to repay his kindness, I will accept it.

Also, I hope you won't let my younger brother and my fiancé know.

I also hope you understand that my willingness to sleep with Uncle Zhong is based on repaying his kindness. Yunjun doesn't want to ruin your relationship, so if we have sex in the future, could we please not do it at home,

to avoid me remembering this memory when I see these things? If you agree, I will follow your arrangements. Your daughter—Yunjun.

I thought about it all night and wrote such awful words. At this point, I've already sold my body; the rest is up to my mother's arrangements.

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the 56th day of the wedding,

a holiday, my mother told me to wait at a certain motel at 8 PM.

It was a two-story motel; the upper floor had guest rooms, and the lower floor was a parking garage. I arrived at the room at 7:50 AM. Looking at myself in the mirror,

I told myself that all of this was to repay a debt of gratitude.

Later, I had to serve Uncle Zhong well, but my heart was still filled with unease. This was such an awkward occasion; I wondered what my mother

had said to Uncle Zhong.

Around 8:10 PM, I heard a car downstairs. I knew Uncle Zhong had arrived. I didn't know how to greet him.

Not long after, I heard my mother and Uncle Zhong talking on the stairs.

My mother said, "Zhong, this is how our family repays you for all these years of care you've given us."

She continued, "Yunjun is in her room upstairs. It's three hours in total. She's yours, so please enjoy yourself."

Uncle Zhong replied, "Don't joke around, Yalan. How can I face you and your daughter in the future?

" My mother said, "Zhong, thank you so much for all these years. You need to have your own children to carry on your family line. I can't help you with that, so I have to rely on my daughter."

Before their conversation had even stopped, the door opened.

I sat quietly on the floor, looking at my mother and Uncle Zhong

at the door. My mother said, "Yunjun, just do as I told you. I'll be waiting for you downstairs..."

I could tell my mother was very sad; she truly loved Uncle Zhong.

My mother was waiting downstairs. How could I, as her daughter, do anything out of line? Uncle Zhong seemed to understand my thoughts.

He said, "Yunjun, let's go home."

Uncle Zhong: "Your mother has told me about repaying the debt of gratitude. I know it's too much for you. Let's go home."

Me: "But... but I promised Mom..."

Uncle Zhong: "Forget it. I believe you can't stay downstairs with your mother there..."

I nodded. To be honest, the situation was quite awkward. I didn't even dare to look up at Uncle Zhong. So, we went downstairs. I saw my mother sitting in the car with red eyes.

Uncle Zhong and I got into the car. Mom asked, "Is it over?"

Uncle Zhong replied, "No, I didn't touch Yunjun."

Mom asked, "Can't you stay here?"

Uncle Zhong

said, "Let's go home." Mom sobbed, "I can go home by myself, Zhong. Please give our family a chance to repay you. Please, once Yunjun gets married, there won't be another chance."

Hearing Mom say this through her tears, I understood. I should help her repay Uncle Zhong. Then, I got out of the car and

said, "Mom, you go home first. Uncle Zhong... I will finish it..."

Afterward, I went upstairs into the bathroom. Without saying a word, I turned on the bathwater and took off my clothes. About three minutes later, Uncle Zhong also came upstairs.

[08]

After Uncle Zhong entered the bathroom, I was already completely naked in front of him. He walked in awkwardly, and

I asked, "[Mom's gone?]"

He nodded, and I took the initiative to walk up to him and undress him piece by piece. I believe many girls may have had the experience of bathing with their fathers since childhood;

those are family moments of joy, completely different from my situation.

Uncle Zhong is not my father, nor has he ever bathed with me. For both of us, it was the first time we had seen each other naked, and we were about to have sex. Facing

the man who was like a father to me, I seemed a little timid.

I didn't dare look at him, touch him, or get close to him as usual.

Uncle Zhong said, "[Yunjun, if you regret it, it's not too late. I'll help you lie to your mother and tell her we did it.]"

Hearing that Uncle Zhong was still thinking of me at this moment, I had nothing to hold back. I walked up to him and knelt down, grasping his penis with my slender hands. Then I

stroked the tip of Uncle Zhong's penis, slowly pulling back the foreskin until only the reddish-purple glans remained.

Next, I put my mouth to his penis and licked the thin line under Uncle Zhong's urethra with my tongue. My boyfriend had once said that the thin line was quite sensitive for men, and sure enough

, Uncle Zhong shuddered and let out a cry. Then I wet my palms and placed my hands on his penis, stroking it repeatedly

until Uncle Zhong's penis was wet and warm.

I saw Uncle Zhong's penis was so swollen that the roots were showing, not to mention the swollen glans. Although he was much older than my fiancé, its hardness

was no less than that of a young man.

During the process, I kept my eyes closed most of the time. I couldn't imagine that my respected elder was having his penis in my mouth, experiencing something only my boyfriend could experience.

Uncle Zhong was probably a little confused by me, because he unexpectedly asked me a question, which made me so embarrassed that I didn't know how to answer.

Uncle Zhong said: "Yunjun, this feels so good. Do you often give your boyfriend oral sex?"

I answered with my face flushed: "Uh... occasionally..."

After saying that, Uncle Zhong pressed my head down and then moved his lower body somewhat roughly,

his penis moving back and forth in my mouth.

My expression was somewhat distressed, so I spat out the glans I had been holding in my mouth and

said, "Ah... I'm sorry... Uncle Zhong... this makes me very uncomfortable..."

Uncle Zhong seemed to calm down, and he quickly apologized to me.

Then I continued to tease his engorged penis with my tongue.

After a while, I said, "Uncle, we should go outside..."

After Uncle Zhong laid me flat on the bed, my heart was pounding. Although Uncle Zhong and I were not related by blood, I always regarded him as my own father, which gave me a

feeling akin to incest. This thrill was something I had never experienced before.

I closed my eyes tightly, my face flushed, feeling him caress and kiss my body. His stubble brushed against my face, and his greedy tongue was swirling in my mouth. I

never imagined that Uncle Zhong and I would one day end up in bed together.

This man I considered my father was exploring my body, his gaze falling on my beautiful legs. He knelt beside them, his palms stroking back and forth, feeling

their softness and smoothness.

As Uncle Zhong's palms stroked back and forth, gradually moving upwards, I mustered the courage to open my eyes and look at him. I saw him bending over until his nose was very close to my crotch, and he

inhaled deeply.

The fragrant scent of my vulva made him eager. Then he actually tasted my vulva.

I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah... Uncle Zhong... don't lick there..."

Uncle Zhong sat back, admiring my beauty. This was the first time he had seen my naked body. Uncle Zhong

couldn't resist spreading my legs apart and kneeling between them.

His fingertips quickly ran through my curly pubic hair. He parted my labia, and Uncle Zhong's lips pressed against my vulva, kissing it. His tongue automatically slid between my labia,

entering my vulva. Then, he sat between my spread thighs, his erect penis pointing directly at my vulva.

Uncle Zhong seemed somewhat uneasy as he waited for my eyes to open.

Uncle Zhong said, "[Yunjun, thank you, Uncle is going in now...]"

Uncle Zhong moved my body until his penis was pressed against my vulva. The man, like my father, had decided to have his way with me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I told myself

that I was doing this to repay a debt of gratitude. The man in front of me had been kind to my whole family, and I had to satisfy him. I had to satisfy him. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, my brows furrowed.

Uncle Zhong kissed my slightly sweaty forehead and told me not to be nervous, that he would be gentle.

He held my waist, controlling me, and then slowly thrust upwards. I nervously pressed my hands against his firm lower abdomen, offering a feeble resistance. He soothed my tense hands

and then pushed his waist in.

A sharp pain shot through me. I knew that from that moment on, Uncle Zhong and I were no longer innocent.

He thrust a few times, and Uncle Zhong's penis slowly slid into my body.

He considerately asked for my opinion, and only after I agreed did he begin to thrust, very slowly and very gently, as if any harder and I would be crushed.

I knew he had succeeded; my vaginal walls were being pushed open by my beloved Uncle Zhong. The feeling in my heart was like being fucked by my own father. I dared not open my eyes; I

didn't want to see Uncle Zhong's lewd expression. I wanted his image in my heart to remain his original kind and gentle self.

Then Uncle Zhong thrust his hips forward, plunging his hard penis completely into my body. The feeling was far more wonderful than he had imagined.

Uncle Zhong groaned, "Oh..."

My warm, moist vulva tightly gripped Uncle Zhong's penis. He irregularly writhed his hips, moving his long penis in and out of my warm vagina. He suddenly thrust his penis

completely into my warm vagina.

I tried my best to hold back my moans; after all, we were family, and I didn't want my lewd cries to remain in Uncle Zhong's mind.

I felt his glans scraping against my vagina, the stimulation was incredibly intense, but I kept my eyes tightly shut, suppressing my cries, thinking only that

it all end quickly.

This felt like hellish suffering to me. I clung to him tightly, the soft mattress beneath me and his hard male body on top of me enveloped in guilt.

With each rapid thrust, my hair became disheveled, sweat splattering everywhere. My dark pubic hair intertwined with his, glued together by my own juices. He pulled out heavily

, leaving me tingling all over, then thrust in again fiercely.

The bed initially rocked back and forth with his storm-like assault, then began to rock from side to side as I began to feel intense pleasure and swayed my round buttocks to meet his thrusts

.

Soon after, he roared and began to pump rapidly. I understood the signal; Uncle Zhong's penis began to swell inside me, finally, it was about to erupt.

Wave after wave of pleasure tossed me from the crest of the wave, plunging me into an ocean of unparalleled satisfaction. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out, and a stream of semen shot onto my chest

and abdomen.

Gasping and slightly confused, I asked him, "Uncle Zhong... Uncle Zhong... why didn't you ejaculate inside?"

Uncle Zhong turned his head away from me

and said, "Yunjun... I'm sorry... I couldn't be so selfish. Just now, at the moment I was about to ejaculate, my reason told me I couldn't hurt you..."

Hearing this, I was deeply moved. Uncle Zhong was indeed the man I respected most. I never imagined that even during this, he could still think of me. How many men become

heartless in bed? I never expected him to protect me at the last moment.

I said, "Uncle... thank you..."

Then, I kissed him deeply—a kiss of love from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, Uncle Zhong.

This smile was the only smile I had that night.

Uncle Zhong said, "Yunjun, did I hurt you? Thank you..." I

was relieved it was finally over, and my beloved Uncle Zhong still cared about me.

After it was over, Uncle Zhong went downstairs to his car, while I went into the bathroom to wash myself.

After a while, a familiar voice asked me with concern. It turned out that Mom hadn't left; he had been waiting for us downstairs.

Mom asked me from outside the bathroom door, "[Did he finish?]"

Me: "[Yes...]"

Mom: "[Did he put it inside you?]"

Me: "[No... he pulled it out.]

" Mom: "[I'll leave the house to you for the next few days. I'm going out with friends for a few days. Let him into your room.]"

At that moment, I was in great turmoil, but to repay my mother's kindness, I agreed to her request.

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The next day, I went to Uncle Zhong's room and told him about what my mother had asked me to do.

That night, we weren't as awkward as the first time. I cried out, and Uncle Zhong didn't hold back, ejaculating a large amount of semen inside me.

For the next two months, until my marriage, Uncle Zhong slept with me almost every night.

We went from being shy and timid at first, to now treating him as my lover, satisfying his needs with my body, and letting him impregnate me without considering the consequences.

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