Close relationship with the third sister

1.
As the saying goes, "Out of sight, out of mind!"

This saying couldn't be more fitting for my feelings towards young girls.

I consider myself 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. Aside from registering my household registration and ID card, I've never been to a police station, and I've never even broken 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, wicked thoughts arise.
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; if we're even closer, I might tease her, tickle her, or pinch her butt. But what I crave most is a glimpse of her vulva.

I have an unparalleled fascination with 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 peeing, I was an adult and couldn't stop to admire them, which left me slightly disappointed.
But if a relative had a daughter, 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, I visited my third sister's house on the second day of the new year. We were chatting, and we looked through the family photo album. There were photos of my siblings and me, photos
of the whole family, and photos of my sister's family.
When we found a photo of her daughter, Yanyan, as a child, one picture suddenly 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,
there's a famous sculpture in the central square of Prussels, the capital of Austria, depicting 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 willing to do that. While wiping, I peeked at it. Actually, I didn't pry 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 several times.
Once, she probably hurt the little girl, and she cried and went to her mother, making me feel so 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, and I was used to being spoiled. My sisters didn't dare to do anything to me.
"Isn't that habit all because you teased her?!"
I said, and my third sister blushed, turned to the side, and didn't dare 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...

2
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 4 years older than my second sister, and the others are only 2 years apart.

When I was less than eleven, my eldest sister got married, so I had two older sisters. My second sister was hardworking and diligent, while my third sister was lazy and
mischievous, but we were the closest, partly because of our small age difference. So I spent a lot of time playing with my third sister.

Boys around ten years old are often interested in girls urinating, and we'd often see them on the street, glancing at them, afraid of being seen by the adults nearby.
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 noticed 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 just felt more like a vulva than any other vulva! In other words, it matched my ideal vulva perfectly!

My heart pounded; I thought to myself, "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 to look at her. I wanted to see that treasure between my third sister's legs, but I was too embarrassed to say the word "vulva" in front of her. So I would say, "I want to see... yours," 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 that my sister's private parts weren't for others to see, so when I looked, 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 had to make sure no one was around; I couldn't let anyone see 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 her beauty.
When I turned back, a beautiful scene of "spring blossoms like apricots and peaches in full bloom" unfolded before my eyes! The visual stimulation was immense;
my blood immediately rushed to my head, flowing to a specific spot, creating an irresistible urge.
But the impression was too deep; I'll never forget it!

When my third sister squatted, her eyes were often not on me, but looking around. Her knees were usually slightly wider apart than usual when she urinated,
so 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, too obscene; not too small, not satisfying. 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 hide its shyness, making a beautiful "hissing" sound...

That's what you call breathtakingly beautiful!
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. The concept of sex was vague,
seemingly there and seemingly not; no one had ever seen it, no one had ever practiced it, only some thoughts reflected in insults.

Back then, I hated it when people insulted me: "Fuck your sister!" Especially those without sisters who said that. I felt incredibly wronged and would 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; putting it into practice was difficult. I think my third sister was just curious and wanted to put the vague concept of sex into reality.

After she brought up the idea, she stood against the edge of the bed, not immediately acting. The atmosphere was tense. I couldn't very well pull down her pants, could I?

After hesitating for a while, she said, "Don't 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 closer, bending down to touch 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, recalling that pleasurable moment, I found it unbelievable! It was amazing.

My third sister again told me not to tell anyone.
For some reason, my third sister never asked me to have sex again after that, but I kept thinking about it.

However, we often looked at each other's genitals. By then, my foreskin could be retracted. The first time my third sister saw me retract my foreskin, she was very surprised: "Oh dear, how come? Does it hurt?"

My third sister also let me see, but not in every situation. She only let me see when I urinated, or when I asked to see, she would pretend to urinate. It was as if letting someone see my genitals in any situation other than urinating, or exposing my genitals, felt like a sin.

It was probably after the wheat harvest that year that my second and third sisters had a fight for some reason, and they even hit each other. My mother was very angry and scolded my third sister. Of course, she couldn't scold my second sister first, since my second sister was older. My third sister cried and argued, so my mother hit her, and my third sister ran away in anger. Then I heard my mother complaining about my second sister, and my second sister also cried.

Knowing that my third sister hadn't come home for dinner, 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 so she could get some food. I was overjoyed and ran home to get a cornbread and some scallions—there weren't many good things to eat back then.

It was already dark, but my third sister still wouldn't go home. I stayed with her until it got too late, and we decided to go home together. I brought her home, and 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, my two older sisters had a fight and were both angry, refusing to share a quilt. So, 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 down beside her. Sleeping with my mother felt 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, so she stopped moving her hand. 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, and I pressed myself against her. I started to thrust my penis against her vagina. When I reached her, both of our bodies tensed up, and we held that position for a long time. My third sister and I both started to breathe rapidly. My heart was still racing the next day when I thought about it.

That night, we shared a blanket, neither of us wanting to sleep. We continued until we heard Mom and my second sister snoring. Then we got to work, pressing ourselves tightly together. At that age, we didn't even know if penetration was possible; we just knew it was sex.

On the third day, my two older sisters were done, and I went back to Mom's blanket.
As I grew older, my third sister started to distance herself from me, no longer playing those games with me.
The year I graduated from junior high, my second sister got married.

My third sister missed the college entrance exam and graduated high school. When I was in my first year of high school, she got married to a soldier who would come back for visits to arrange the marriage. As I grew older, I sometimes didn't dare recall those sexual experiences with my third sister; they felt embarrassing.

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 as I grew older.

My fiancé returned to the army six months later and was discharged. He came to my house more often then, and I was preparing for the college entrance exam.

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 (a heated brick bed), a metallic clanging sound. I was terrified when I saw my future brother-in-law come out of the inner room. He asked if I was home from school, and I said yes. Then my third sister came out, and they left.

My heart started pounding. 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, as if trying to find some evidence. I climbed onto the kang and looked around. Suddenly, I saw 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. It was wet, and I recognized the smell all too well.

It was the smell of semen .
Immediately, the thought flashed through my mind: "My third sister has been fucked!"

I don't know why, but I couldn't accept this fact. I didn't feel anything when my eldest and second sisters got married; maybe I was too young then.
I couldn't stand people cursing my sister.

But now my third sister had really been fucked. In my mind, there was no concept of my third sister being fucked. How could this be? My third sister, she's my third sister! How could she be fucked?

A little while later, my third sister came back. As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the kang (a heated brick bed). I knew she was after her underwear. When she saw that her underwear wasn't in its original place, she snatched it from behind me and then lightly punched me before getting off the kang.

At that moment, I suddenly hugged her and called out, "Third sister?"
I can't explain what came over me then; I felt wronged, and my voice was trembling with tears.
I didn't do anything; I just held her like that. My third sister didn't move or say a word. After a while, I let go of her without saying a word.

After that, I fell silent. My mother noticed and asked me what was wrong, if I was too tired from studying.

My third sister also became quiet, especially around me. We avoided each other's eyes.

From my mother and third sister's daily conversations, I learned that she would be leaving in the fall, which saddened me greatly.

Fortunately, I was admitted to university, becoming the first university student from our village. The atmosphere at home improved considerably, and my third sister was happy, smiling all day long, 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, it was just the two of us at home. We were talking normally, but suddenly neither of us spoke for a while. Then, strangely, our eyes met—a gaze that siblings had never made before. The atmosphere suddenly became tense! If either of us had said something, or if either of us had simply left, it would have been fine.

But neither of us left.
My heart was pounding!
Suddenly, my third sister turned off the light.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I immediately threw myself into her arms…
After a moment of panic, I pulled down my third sister's pants, but when I pulled mine down too, I realized I couldn't. I

couldn't get an erection at all; it was a result of excessive tension.
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 penis 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 depressed. I tried to go out and hang out with my classmates.
We never did it again until I left.

3

After entering university, although I regretted it and blamed myself, I would get excited whenever I saw the word "incest" in a book.
I remembered why I couldn't penetrate her that time; it was too 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 my third sister. It was too embarrassing, and I wouldn't go to her house during holidays. When she came back, I would talk to her and then disappear.

After graduating, I was assigned to a coastal city, and two years later I got married. When I first saw my wife's vagina, I couldn't see any beauty in it. I couldn't connect it with the vagina of my third sister when I was a child; they were completely different things! This was supposed to be 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 had always wanted a second child, but had been forced to give up several times. My son had just been born that year.

Although many years had passed, I still felt a little awkward when I was alone with my third sister, even though I still liked her. Generally speaking, siblings don't see sexiness in each other, but that's not true for me. I found my third sister very sexy. She was indeed beautiful; she was the tallest of the three sisters, 1.7 meters tall.

That day, my third sister and I suddenly met in the outhouse; she was squatting on the chamber pot.
Seeing me come in, my third sister smiled slightly. I was about to leave, but then I thought there was no need. I washed my hands, as if I had returned to my childhood.

From that day on, gradually, a feeling returned between my third sister and me. Perhaps that feeling had never disappeared, and we were no longer awkward together.
I believe that while I had a sexual attraction to my third sister, she also had one for me, as evidenced by the time she turned off the light.

Now, it seems that my third sister is also waiting for an opportunity to break the deadlock.
I seem to have fantasized about having sex with my sister more than once: my penis inserted into my third sister's vagina... The opportunity finally came.
That day, my wife went to the nearby county town on business and said she wouldn't be back until that evening.

After my wife left, I suddenly started to panic. My third sister's behavior also became abnormal; she spoke very gently, unlike a sister speaking to her brother.

After lunch, my third sister was putting the child to sleep on the bed. I went in and leaned over to look.
"Asleep?"
"Asleep," my third sister said.

I felt my heart beating so fast!
My third sister was still lying there without moving, as if waiting for something.

I put my arm around my third sister's back. She realized what was about to happen, but didn't say anything. I suddenly flipped her over.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, seemingly not too surprised. Her next reaction was more like she had been expecting it.

I impatiently pulled down her pants and spread her legs.
It was the first time in my life I'd ever actively looked at my third sister's vagina, and I was especially excited!

I'm not exaggerating, my third sister's vagina was really beautiful. The triangle area was prominent, the pubic hair was only on the vulva, very little on the labia majora, white and full. Of course, the labia minora were no longer pink, but I still liked it.

I almost lewdly spread open my third sister's vagina to look at it, as if trying to recapture a childhood feeling.

"What's so interesting?" my third sister said shyly. Yes! What kind of younger brother would look at his older sister's vagina like that! I leaned down and kissed her, then turned around.

My third sister seemed to have never imagined that her younger brother would actually fuck her. I believe she had thought about it, but never thought it would actually happen, especially after so many years.
So when I pressed down on her, my third sister seemed really flustered! She was

already panting heavily before I even penetrated her...
To be honest, I was also very flustered, unable to breathe, and I couldn't believe I was really going to fuck her...
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 a lot of vaginal fluid.

The incestuous stimulation made us extremely excited, and I thrust violently. From the moment I entered, my third sister showed an excitement that she shouldn't have, even a kind of wantonness.

She kept sighing! She moaned from time to time, and those sighs were praises for my genitals!
We were infected by each other's excitement, and that day my penis was particularly responsive, and even after thrusting for so long, I still felt full of energy.

The third sister suppressed her moans; it was clearly embarrassing to make such moans under her brother, but she had no choice but to let them out.

The moment I ejaculated into my third sister's vagina, she almost cried out.

I felt incredibly good, more so than with my wife. I propped myself up, looking at my third sister; I was sure 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, my third sister finally let me fuck her for a while!
It was fucking exciting! It was fucking amazing!!
... This was two years ago.

Since then, my third sister and I have done it many more times, each time just as exciting, as thrilling... Right now, seeing my third sister blushing and deep in thought, I feel an indescribable sense of pride, I really want to pin her down on the sofa. However, my thoughts are more on Yan Yan. I held Yan Yan in my arms, lifted her above my head, and kissed her little pussy twice: "You just like it! It's none of your business, right, Yan Yan?" Yan Yan giggled; she was not even two years old then. 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 little pussy, 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 either. Looking at her tender body, like a newly sprouted bean sprout, I knew it was tender but couldn't bear to eat it, always hoping it would grow longer and longer. ... Yanyan, at five or six years old, was the cutest. She had a sweet tongue and would constantly call out, "Uncle, Uncle!" If you gave her a smile, she'd become completely unruly, clinging to you and constantly making a ruckus, often getting my crotch bulging. Sometimes she'd put things in my mouth, and I'd bite her little finger too, making her cry out if it hurt even a little. To cheer her up, I'd let her bite my finger, putting my index finger in her little mouth, but the feeling wasn't really about the finger... When I needed some kind of stimulation, I'd have her sit on the back of my legs, my erect penis pressing against her little bottom through my pants, deliberately teasing her. She'd sway back and forth, like she was giving my penis a massage—it felt so good! Luckily, I'm older now; if I were a teenager, she would have 'massaged' me to ejaculation. 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. With the children not 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 a brother and sister act like this? But after it happened, I didn't feel guilty or anything about it being 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 each other 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 very 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 could 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, and you don'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 finished, I took her out and dried her off. "Yanyan, want to sleep on the big bed tonight?" I stared at her little slit, which looked even more like a cunt. "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 rape my niece, that's impossible. Stop reading here. 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 thing 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 just felt incredibly comfortable. No wonder my mom always wanted to hold me while I slept when I was little!

Since I'm already holding her in my arms, I might as well feel her skin; it's not too much to ask, is it? I remember when I was little, my mother would always touch my testicles before I went to sleep. In our rural area, adults often do this when they like children. Whether on the street or anywhere else, if they see a neighbor holding a little boy, they'll go over and tease him, reaching out to touch his testicles. It's a sign of affection, and it makes the little boy's owner feel proud to have a son. Sometimes misunderstandings happen, usually with people from other villages who know each other but don't ask if the boy is a boy or a girl. They reach out and touch her, feeling something is off, and feel embarrassed. The owner can't say anything, so they quickly offer a few compliments and secretly rejoice after leaving, thinking they've unintentionally touched a little pussy...

Thinking this, my hand slowly slid down her back. A child's skin can truly be described as smooth and creamy, especially her little bottom, which is so fleshy and soft, like holding a mature woman's breast.

Moving from the outside to the inside of her thigh, my heart started racing; a few more inches and I'd be at her vulva.

I paused for a moment, not because I was afraid to touch, nor because I didn't want to. When you face beauty, a beauty you've longed for, you feel awe and reverence for it.

How many times have I wanted to peep like a thief, how many times have I reached into a young girl's private parts like a lecherous ghost? Every time, something strikes deep within my soul.

From the time I developed sexual awareness around ten years old, to my sexual attraction to my older sister, in the ignorance of my childhood, like Oedipus, I was completely unaware of these immoral desires imposed by nature. As I grew older, I discovered that these desires were uncontrollable.

The gentle breeze from Yanyan's even breathing warmly caressed my chest, but instead of the tenderness of fatherly love I felt for her, it stirred a rising desire within me. Several times I tried to suppress this inappropriate urge, but it always resurfaced. Suggested by this desire, my little finger slowly detached itself from the group, moving towards those strangely sensitive labia. Following its lead, the other four fingers began to move there as well, like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey. When my little finger felt the undulating contours, 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. It gradually buried itself inside, gently stroking it. It felt rough, lacking the smoothness of a mature woman's touch; it felt more like exploring its growth process…
I increasingly felt the need to remove my underwear.
I lifted my head and gazed 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 it, 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 of my tongue...

If Yan Yan could have sex dreams, tonight would surely be a wonderful 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 holding her for a while, I felt I couldn't go on; I needed to transcend a certain level 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 her, 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 I lay 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 natural way, like animals mating in nature, entering naturally after some exploration... Once

I made contact, I caressed her vulva lightly, like the feeling 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 reactions. 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 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 really rush in with a reckless abandon...
I lifted myself up 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!

Oh, 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 the 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 should ejaculate, ejaculate into her little slit, close to her, so that even if the vaginal opening is small, the semen can still get in.
Thinking this, I supported my body with one arm 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. In an instant, a series of intense impulses surged forth, and my body almost lost its support...

It was too dangerous! I almost went in!
I let out a moan. I quickly got down and called her, "Do you need to pee, Yanyan?"
"Mmm," she murmured hazily.

"Uncle will carry you to pee?"
"Yes."

I put on my pajamas, picked her up, and wiped her down. She didn't notice as she was still half asleep. We went to the bathroom, and I turned on the small light, not wanting it to be too bright for her eyes.
I peered down to check, but found no blood, so I was relieved.

I put her back on the bed, and she quickly fell asleep. I touched the spot where she had been lying; although there was a pillowcase, 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 think about the little darling beside me for the time being, and drifted off to sleep without realizing it...

Yanyan didn't come for the next two years because she started school.

I saw her when I went back to my hometown, only during the Lunar 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 from now on, and that such an opportunity would never come again.

When I was nine, my third sister's family moved to the county town. My brother-in-law was a very capable man. Although he wasn't good-looking, my mother initially disapproved of the marriage. But my third sister was lucky. She was lazy at home since she was little, but her husband's family had many brothers who were also very harmonious, so she basically didn't have to do any heavy farm work. My brother-in-law started by repairing cars and made a fortune. Later, he opened a restaurant in the county town, and the business gradually grew, making their lives much better.

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