My Bizarre Incestuous Journey 1-2

Chapter 1

"Hello sir, the plane has arrived at Huacheng Airport." A gentle yet formulaic voice pulled me
back from my dream. When I woke up, I found there were no other passengers on the plane. A flight attendant was standing next to me,
patting my shoulder.

It seemed I had fallen into a coma again, and my memory began to clear. Later, I remembered why I was
on the plane .

My name is Yu Huan, and I've been admitted to Huacheng University in Huacheng. There's still a week before classes start, and I've come
here so early for another task my grandfather assigned me.

"Huanhuan, look here!" A woman in her thirties was waving a sign outside the waiting area.

I knew her age not because I was good at judging people, but because I knew some
information .

Guo Yijun, female, thirty-three years old, the wife of my deceased distant cousin. The
story of my cousin is complicated.

"Hello, sister-in-law. I didn't expect you to look even younger in person than in the photos." I took her
hand, which was cool, soft, and smooth. My cousin manages some of the family assets, so
it's not difficult for him to keep his wife looking like a twenty-year-old. However, her figure
is . She has an oval face with alluring peach blossom eyes, finely shaped and thick eyebrows
, full lips, fair skin, and a long neck. Standing at 1.78 meters tall, she has long legs. She wore a
sporty tank top that accentuated her cleavage, and tight-fitting athletic pants. Her
waist and hips were like a tightly slit vase, with well-developed thighs and a firm bottom. I could even see
the outline of her panties. I couldn't quite gauge this woman's figure.

"Huanhuan, didn't you bring any luggage with you after traveling so far?" she asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

I slapped my forehead in realization: "I left my luggage on the plane!"

The airport staff were very helpful; they contacted the airport and told me to
just . Not long after, I saw my familiar, unruly
suitcase in the now-empty exit corridor, along with the flight attendant struggling to handle it—the same one who had woken me up on the plane. She
was very thin, her high heels trembling as she pulled the suitcase, which seemed disproportionate to her strength. Even
her black stockings had gotten caught on the zipper, tearing open to reveal a large expanse of fair, tender leg.
She looked like a typical southerner; her face was small, barely the size of a palm, but her features were delicate—a small nose and mouth, quite
adorable. At that moment, a line of poetry came to mind: "A graceful young woman of thirteen or so, like a budding flower in early February." Just as she was about to reach
the exit, her high heel kicked the suitcase, breaking the heel, and she swayed forward, falling.

I reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch her in my arms, her fragrant breath filling the air
. One hand encircled her back, while the other instinctively touched her
bottom . The skirt, through her stockings, felt silky smooth, and her bottom was incredibly
bouncy.

"Thank you…" Perhaps sensing my restless hand, she struggled to get
up , kicking her broken shoe aside. Blushing, she handed me her suitcase
and limped away, not even noticing she'd dropped something.

"Dong…Shu…Lan…" I picked up her dropped name tag and silently memorized the name.
It still carried her warmth and scent; I immediately decided to keep it.

My cousin-in-law drove her own red sedan, the trunk taking up the entire back seat. I wondered
what she was after in buying such a small car. We chatted about everyday things along the way, beginning to learn more about each other beyond what we'd
known . It was only when we started talking about the family fortune that I learned my lazy cousin had been investing all his money in real estate. Now, my cousin 's wife
's job is to be a landlady and hand over the rent to the family. However, since I arrived, she can only be my
assistant. After all, my grandfather's views are both conservative and rigid, and I'm practically his grandson, so my status
is far higher than that of the women left behind by some distant cousin from who-knows-where. Every month, I have to go door-to-door collecting rent and
handing it over—a truly blissful yet painful job.

"Huanhuan, we're home," my cousin's wife suddenly interrupted my thoughts,
pointing . "This Huacheng Lijing Building is all that your cousin left behind."

I looked in the direction she was pointing. The avant-garde and fashionable building was at least 20 stories high. I
had originally thought that buying just one apartment would be good enough. It seems I had a huge
misunderstanding . This is all thanks to the fact that my grandfather raised me in the countryside since I was little. I was just making
some bold guesses about the family based on gossip, and it seems I was still too conservative.

We took the elevator to the 24th floor, the top floor where my cousin-in-law lives. She showed me
around, making sure I didn't get lost: bedroom, living room, study, kitchen, gym, laundry room,
bathroom , shower room. After walking around, I'd forgotten where anything was; all the doors seemed
identical. Luckily, my bedroom had its own bathroom.

I rested in my room for a short while when my cousin-in-law knocked, wanting to take me out for a nice welcome
meal. This time, she was wearing a black jumpsuit, the hem barely reaching her knees, a belt cinching her waist
and showing off her figure, along with sheer black stockings. Was this woman trying to seduce me? I
wondered.

As we entered the elevator, I smelled her perfume—strong and intense, a blend
of scents. I couldn't quite describe it, but it made my blood boil.
In the small space, she deliberately positioned herself slightly to my side, cornering me. My gaze
couldn't help but slide from her neck, back, and waist down to her full, round buttocks. She was intentionally
swaying her hips slightly from side to side, her legs and buttocks rubbing back and forth. Her calves were beautifully straight, her ankles slender, and
there was a small heart tattoo on her left ankle.

"Hmph..." She let out a soft chuckle, glancing furtively at me as I intently watched,
wondering what mischievous idea she was plotting.

Before I came, Grandpa warned me to be careful of women. Was he implying something about my cousin-in-law?

We quickly arrived at a nearby Western restaurant in her car. The retro decor and ambiance
were quite different from the steakhouses in shopping malls. Those restaurants were mostly frequented by student couples, while here
the overall age seemed a year older.

"What would you like to eat? Let me order for you," my cousin-in-law
offered She leaned forward, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin, and a hint of pink? Was she wearing nothing underneath
?

Thinking about this completely shut down my brain. She smiled, snatched the menu from my hand,
called the waiter, and ordered the food, her gaze lingering on me.

"Has Huanhuan, with your handsome looks, ever had a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked.

"Huh? My family is quite strict; I've always been single." With my grandpa watching over me, if he found out I dared to date, he'd
probably break all three of my legs.

She pressed on, "Have you thought about what kind of girlfriend you want?"

"I don't really know what I like, I'll just

leave it to fate." "Well, you're in college now, so far away, your grandpa can't control you anymore. You can enjoy
life to the fullest. Your sister-in-law can introduce you to someone." Just

then, the waiter came to serve the food, dividing it into individual plates and
opening a bottle of red wine.

Holding my knife and fork, looking at the meager amount of food on my plate, I had a curse in my mind, but I didn't know if I should say it. One bite
wouldn't even be enough to fill my teeth.

My cousin-in-law saw this and guessed what I was thinking, so she had the waiter bring the whole plate to me.

"You're still growing, eat more, order more if you're not full. Don't eat so fast, drink more wine,
don't choke. This one's sweet and not intoxicating." I poured the dipping sauce directly onto the whole plate of roasted pork knuckle, along with
the herbs on top, and mixed it with my knife and fork, then poured it over the meat sauce noodles. She stood there, laughing and crying at the same time
, holding her wine glass.

I then realized she wanted to clink glasses with me, so I freed one hand to raise my glass: "Cheers!"
I tilted my head back and downed the entire glass of sugary drink.

"Huanhuan, you can hold your liquor pretty well," she said, pouring me another glass. "Did
you drink ?"

"No, I've never drunk it before. This liquor is sweet, like a soft drink, it's quite delicious." Feeling
a little choked by the food, I downed another glass.

"I'm glad you like it, drink slowly, don't rush," she said, enthusiastically pouring me another glass.

After a satisfying meal, on the way home, lying in the car, I felt drowsy. I could feel
the veins in my head throbbing, and my whole body started to heat up. Even though the air conditioning was on, I still
irritably opened my collar and fanned myself to cool down my chest.

"Huanhuan," she called out to me out of the blue.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, don't fall asleep in the car, or I won't be able to lift you," she said.

"Um, could you turn the air conditioning down a bit? It's so hot in the car."

The dim lighting actually made it easier for me to see my cousin-in-law's features: the fine lines of her skin,
the subtle sheen of her body hair, her eyelashes trembling with the airflow, the movement of her throat as she swallowed
, the alluring rise and fall of her breasts with each breath, the sound of her black stockings
rubbing against her thighs, her bare feet on the carpet in her high heels, even the fruity scent of red wine emanating from her breath and the heat radiating from her skin.

It was as if I had entered a new world, looking at
the woman beside me from a completely different perspective. Her black dress seemed invisible to me; her body was exposed naked before me,
completely defenseless. My body acted even before my mind, and before I knew it, my hand was on her
thigh. Beneath the smooth skin were firm muscles, with a layer of fat acting as a buffer, neither
too greasy nor too dry.

This was the first time I had ever had such intimate contact with a woman, let alone such a beautiful one. My chest tightened and
my breath caught in my throat. I didn't know how to explain my outrageous behavior, but she
gave me the answer first.

"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips, and she took my restless hand,
guiding it upwards, from under her skirt to inside, where it felt even softer and warmer.

With her tacit consent, I lost my senses and pressed myself against her temple, inhaling
the warmth of her body.

"Don't rush, we're not home yet," she said coquettishly, turning her body slightly towards me, offering
her cheek to my lips, and using her legs to trap my hand as I prepared to continue. I
reached my other hand behind her waist and half-embraced her; her waist felt boneless in my arms.

Back in the garage, not wanting to be separated from her, I simply lifted her from the driver's seat.
She was only surprised for a moment before snuggling into my arms like a docile cat.

Stepping into the elevator, in that cramped, enclosed space, I could no longer suppress my desire. Imitating Western
movies, I kissed her red lips, taking that soft flesh into my mouth. I wanted to bite it, but
couldn't bring myself to use force, so it became a gentle caress. She also wrapped her arms around my neck, making our kiss even closer and harder
to separate. The short time in the elevator felt like an eternity of oxygen deprivation, as if I had died once.

Unable to find her bedroom, I simply left her on the dining table. I pressed myself against her,
my hands roaming under her skirt. Sometime during the night, she loosened her belt, and my hands traveled up her thighs
to grasp her breasts, those full, firm places. I felt an increasingly intense, unvented fire within me;
only by pressing my body against hers could I alleviate my pain.

"Haaah—" She gently pushed me away, took a deep breath, and whispered in my ear in a low voice
, "Want to feel more comfortable?"

"Mmm!" I answered forcefully, pulling her tightly into my arms.

"Ah—you're choking me to death! If you want to feel better, do you know what to do?" She
slowly took off my shirt and threw it aside, then swirled her tongue around my chest, making me even more itchy and unbearable.

"What should I do?" I held her head, feeling uncomfortable from her licking, but I didn't want to push her away, so I stayed in
that position.

"Hmph—from now on you have to listen to me, don't listen to that old man anymore, can you do that?"
She sucked on my earlobe again, her breath filling my ear as she spoke.

"I... I'll listen to you." Without thinking, I agreed, and once again she pressed me down.

"That's good, as long as you listen to your sister, I'll make you feel good." As she spoke, she reached
into my pants and grasped my penis, which immediately jumped like a rabbit: "You're not a big person, but your thing
is quite big."

"Ah..." As soon as that warm hand grasped me, I instinctively knew what to do,
hugged her and jumped up, my penis moving in and out of her hand. Within moments, my body began
to convulse . A strong urge to urinate overwhelmed me, and before I could react, I urinated all over her hand. The difference was that
this urine was sticky and thick, flowing in gushes for quite some time. My underwear was covered in a sticky mess, which felt
incredibly uncomfortable against my skin.

"Young people have so much energy," she chuckled, pulling her hand away. Between her outstretched fingers hung a white
, unidentified sticky substance with a fishy, foul smell, but she seemed completely unconcerned, licking each
finger clean.

After urinating on her, I suddenly felt weak and listless. I didn't want to think about anything and just lay down on the dining table with her,
embracing her. We were panting heavily, as if we had just run three kilometers.

"Go back and take a shower, change into clean clothes, and get some rest, or you'll feel terrible tomorrow," she
said, pushing me off the table and getting down from the table.

"Okay." I agreed without thinking, still immersed in the pleasure of the moment. Before I knew it,
I had fallen asleep and returned to my room. After showering, I lay in bed, too excited to sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my cousin's sister-in-law's alluring figure beneath me, and my body became inexplicably restless. I drifted
in and out of sleep until almost dawn.

The next day, as expected, I couldn't get out of bed. My whole body felt weak, as if I had just recovered from a serious illness. My mind
felt like a juicer was churning away all the memories of yesterday. I tossed and turned until noon, when I finally
got up, desperately thirsty, to find some water. Passing by my cousin's sister-in-law's room, I saw her door wide open.

She was still sleeping in the same clothes she'd worn the night before, her sleeping posture extremely unsightly. Her mouth was
wide open,
drool . She was clutching an empty beer bottle, and there were about five or six more on the floor. It seemed she
'd drunk quite a bit again; the room reeked of alcohol all night.

Seeing her like this, I suddenly lost all interest in her. Out of humanitarian concern, I kindly went over and
turned her back onto the bed to prevent her from rolling off again. I covered her with the blanket and prepared to leave.
But, as luck would have it, she woke up at that moment, grabbed my arm without even opening her eyes, and
smashed a beer bottle over my forehead. I immediately collapsed onto her, and everything went black; I knew
nothing .

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