The most wonderful taste in the world

My aunt Xia Qiu's arrival changed my life.

I was seventeen that year, in my third year of junior high school. In that remote mountain village, I skipped school, fought, repeated grades, cut grass, herded sheep... growing up carefree, strong and simple. The farthest place I had ever been was a small town fifty miles away; I had never thought about the outside world. Although I knew I had an uncle a decade older than me, who had a master's degree and worked at a large hospital in the city. Although the villagers always showed great envy when they talked about him, he and the outside world were too distant and abstract for me as a teenager.

Until he brought back twenty-one-year-old Xia Qiu.

(I) A Glimpse After

the autumn rain, the air in the mountains was exceptionally crisp, and the sky was a clear blue. The sunlight was also clear, warm but not ostentatious. Almost the entire village of men, women, and children had already gathered on the road at the village entrance. A car slowly stopped, and my uncle, whose memory of me was already hazy, got out first and ran to pull the door handle on the other side. The car door opened, and a slender, bright red high heel slowly emerged, revealing a delicate, smooth, and exquisitely slender ankle, dazzlingly beautiful. Then, a pair of fair, jade-like legs gently stretched out.

When Xia Qiu, supported by her uncle, stepped out of the car and stood smiling on the still-wet ground, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent. I could almost hear the soft, breathless breathing of the people. All eyes were drawn to Xia Qiu's pretty oval face. She had bright eyes and white teeth, a delicate nose, skin like jade, eyebrows like crescent moons, and eyes like black lacquer. Her flowing straight hair, her high, slightly heaving chest, and her radiant smile shyly greeted everyone. A well-fitting red cheongsam accentuated her tall, slender figure, outlining her incredibly thin waist, graceful curves, and slightly upturned hips. At the slit of the cheongsam, her fair, long, and straight legs were revealed. The autumn sun shone on her slender legs, making the fine downy hair and pale blue veins appear and disappear. With each graceful step, she swayed with captivating beauty, like a fairy stepping out of a painting. I was mesmerized. For the first time, my dormant male consciousness, long dormant for seventeen years, was so clearly awakened, and from that moment on, it was unstoppable.

"Zhewa, what are you standing there for? Come here!" My mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. There was still a path from the village entrance to my grandmother's house, muddy and impassable from last night's rain. My uncle, wearing glasses, looked so frail and helpless standing next to Xia Qiu, who was nearly 1.7 meters tall. Fortunately, the adults had anticipated this situation the night before and agreed that I would carry Xia Qiu home. Rural life had nurtured my robust physique. And as the only underage male in the family, this arrangement was perfectly reasonable. I took off my shoes and handed them to the neighbor's child, rolled up my trousers, and, blushing, walked to Xia Qiu, bending down without a word. Xia Qiu climbed onto my shoulders, her hands gently around my chest. I straightened up, saw my uncle's grateful and encouraging gaze, put my hands behind Xia Qiu's bottom, gently pulled her up, steadied my slightly trembling body, and trudged into the mud.

Xia Qiu's soft, full breasts pressed naturally against my back, and my hands touched the delicate, smooth skin at the slit of her cheongsam. She exuded a warm, alluring aura, an indescribable, soul-stirring sensation for me. This was the first time I had touched a strange woman's skin; my heart pounded, and I was drenched in sweat. Xia Qiu probably sensed I was tired and whispered in my ear, "Walk slowly, there's no rush." Her breath was fragrant, a faint, sweet scent wafting over me. I felt as if in a dream, my mouth dry, unable to utter a word. I truly wished this road would never end.

When Xia Qiu was put down, she saw I was covered in sweat and took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe it for me. Half-tenderly, half-scoldingly, she said to my uncle, "Look how tired the child is." The handkerchief also smelled wonderfully fragrant. Embarrassed, I instinctively flinched, then, trying to smooth things over, stammered, "The handkerchief smells so good." Xia Qiu smiled gently and said, "If you like it, you can have it." I took the handkerchief and ran away shyly. It was a clean white square handkerchief, embroidered with a pool of pale autumn water and two mandarin ducks playing.

Throughout my uncle's wedding, I stayed far away. I so longed for, yet feared, Xia Qiu's gaze. That night, I kept the handkerchief to my face, inhaling its faint fragrance—Xia Qiu's scent. Several times I woke up, my first instinct being to find that handkerchief. That same night, I had my first wet dream.

(II) A Teenage Heart

I saw Xia Qiu again a year later in the autumn.

I had suddenly transformed from a mischievous country bumpkin into a diligent and hardworking teenager, and had even been admitted to the best key high school in Shuishi—the only one in the entire town to achieve this. No one knew the secret behind this miracle—it was Xia Qiu, my aunt. She opened a window to my naive heart, allowing me to glimpse the beauty of the outside world, which sparked a strong yearning and generated extraordinary motivation.

That year, I dreamed of Xia Qiu day and night. Every night, her beautiful, delicate face, her alluring curves, her fair and slender legs would repeatedly appear in my mind; I could almost smell her faint fragrance, and feel the warmth of her skin, accompanied by the repeated swelling and bursting of my little brother. But my uncle rarely came home. After my maternal grandparents passed away that year, they never returned. The villagers often gossiped that although Xia Qiu was just a nurse at her uncle's hospital, her father had once held a high-ranking position in the provincial capital. How could he possibly be interested in these peasants from the village? That's why they didn't associate with her. The hearts of rural boys are often filled with inferiority and sensitivity, especially when facing their goddess-like aunt. But I desperately wanted to see her. I thought to myself, if I could just see her, get close to her, I would willingly be her slave, willingly endure all the hardships of this world, including her contempt, disdain, and even insults.

"Xiao Zhe's here! Come in quickly!" Xia Qiu opened the door, her face adorned with the radiant smile I had dreamt of a thousand times, dispelling my anxiety. In this small riverside town, the early September heat was intense. Xia Qiu wore tight black shorts and a black t-shirt, her hair pulled back and tied up. Her fair face was flushed, and her breasts, encased in the tight t-shirt, rose and fell slightly. Her long legs, accentuated by her shorts, appeared even more slender and straight, and her skin, dazzlingly white against the backdrop of her black clothes, seemed to possess an added charm to her beauty. My face flushed, and I dared not look her in the eye, shyly greeting her, "Hello, Auntie!" She noticed my awkwardness, gently patted my shoulder, and smiled, saying, "You've grown taller and more handsome in the past year! Why are you still so shy? We're home now. I've even tidied up your room upstairs."

Grateful, I followed Xia Qiu into my uncle's yard. A large, lush old camphor tree came into view. Under the tree, in a wheelchair, sat an elderly woman with a full head of white hair, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper. This was Xia Qiu's grandmother. She was neatly dressed, with a kind face, and greeted me with a smile. Her words were indistinct, but they radiated warmth and friendliness. Directly opposite the gate was my uncle's two-story house. The first floor has a living room, Grandma's bedroom, and a kitchen. A simple, middle-aged woman in a floral dress is busy in the kitchen; this is Zhang Ma. There's also a large room on the first floor, with a huge treadmill against one wall and a massive mirror on the other. Opposite the window is a black piano. Xia Qiu said this is her gym, where she was just running. The bathroom is also on the first floor, with a sloping staircase leading to the second floor. The lighting is dim, and the staircase is narrow, only wide enough for one person to walk on. Xia Qiu enthusiastically showed me around. I followed behind her, watching her slender waist and the full, pert buttocks encased in tight black shorts. With each step up the stairs, her hips swayed, and my lower body involuntarily hardened. Near the staircase on the second floor is a study, and further in is a small bedroom. A single bed has a floral checkered bedspread, the checkered quilt neatly folded, a small desk, and a cabinet against the wall—that's my room. The large bedroom opposite the study was naturally my uncle and aunt's love nest. Next to it was a small bedroom with cartoon wallpaper. Xia Qiu said, "This is the baby's room in the future," a blush spreading across her face.

When my uncle came home from work, Aunt Zhang had already prepared a sumptuous meal. The family ate and chatted, the atmosphere lively. My uncle and aunt were overjoyed that I had been admitted to the best high school in Shuishi, praising and encouraging me incessantly. Xia Qiu's appreciative gaze made me feel even more intoxicated and satisfied.

(III) Autumn Colors in the Boudoir

After settling Grandma Xia to bed, Zhang Ma went home, and we all went to our rooms to rest. Now, my dream goddess was just a step away, separated from me only by two doors. I lay in bed, and everything from the day flashed before my eyes. My aunt was so beautiful, kind, and elegant, like a pure white lily, or a piece of flawless crystal. She was so good to me. I felt ashamed of my shameful thoughts. I thought I must settle down, study hard, get into university, and repay her in the future.

My thoughts wandered, and before I knew it, the night was deep. It was past midnight, and I still couldn't sleep, so I decided to go to the study to read. I gently pushed open the door and saw a sliver of light coming from the crack in the door to the master bedroom. They weren't asleep yet, I thought, when I faintly heard noises and laughter. Without thinking, I unconsciously took off my shoes, quietly walked over, and listened intently through the door. "You're so annoying, you're making me so itchy," Xia Qiu's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of what rural people often call "playful" or "seductive." My heart leaped into my chest. I held my breath and listened intently. A rustling sound came from behind me.

"Little baby, little baby, get up quickly," it was still Xia Qiu's voice, playful.

"Honey, let me kiss it," it was still Xia Qiu.

Then came the sound of a kitten licking paste, followed by my uncle's increasingly heavy breathing.

A moment later, there was a "thump," the sound of my uncle turning over, pulling at his clothes, and Xia Qiu's coquettish voice, "Be gentle, you're hurting me."

"Oh," Xia Qiu's cry was soft and gentle, like a long sigh of relief. Then came the shaking of the wooden bed and the two of them panting. During my third year of junior high, I had also read a few erotic novels under the guidance of my classmates, so I roughly understood what was happening on the other side of that door.

"Oh...oh..." Xia Qiu's moans grew louder and more frequent, drowning out her uncle's heavy breathing.

"Husband, you're so good..."

"Husband, your thing is so amazing..."

"Husband, am I tight down there? Is it hot? Are you comfortable?" Her aunt's words increased, and I, standing outside the door, felt my ears burning and my heart pounding; my penis was already erect.

"Husband, don't stop, hurry...hurry..." her aunt cried urgently, the bed shaking faster, followed by her uncle's heavy "Ah...ah...ah...", and everything stopped abruptly.

It had only been two or three minutes.

"Why did you stop? I was almost there," Xia Qiu said coquettishly.

"Sigh," her uncle sighed deeply, "I'm sorry, Qiu'er, I've been too tired these past few days."

"It's alright, husband was already very good today. You know, I'm not the kind of woman with a strong desire," Xia Qiu's voice was broken, but her tone returned to calm and gentleness, "Hold me."

"Let's go downstairs and wash up," Xia Qiu said after about ten minutes.

"Go ahead, I'm sleepy, Qiu'er," her uncle said lazily.

"Alright then," I said, quickly slipping into the study next door as I heard Xia Qiu getting up and dressing.

There was no bathroom on the second floor, and with the weather still hot this time of year, everyone went downstairs to get up at night. Xia Qiu's footsteps faded at the top of the stairs, slow and somewhat weak, and a strange pang of tenderness welled up inside me. Although I didn't know much about matters between men and women, I could sense Xia Qiu's disappointment. On the other hand, the fact that this goddess, so pure and almost immaculate in my heart, could make such lewd noises shocked me, and also stirred a strange anger within me. The beastly desire I had been suppressing within my young body reawakened.

The night was extremely quiet, and the sound of snoring came from her uncle's bedroom. A wave of disgust washed over me. I stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looking at the light shining from the bathroom at the bottom and listening to the rushing water. I imagined Xia Qiu inside, naked, washing herself under the shower; perhaps she'd forgotten to close the door. I thought of scenes from erotic novels I'd read, and I wanted to rush down… but I didn't have the courage. My goddess-like aunt, my aunt who cared for me like a mother, my aunt who accepted me into this family—I couldn't. Reason and lust were locked in a fierce battle, but my feet wouldn't obey my brain; I instinctively moved down, each step heavy. About a third of the way down, the bathroom door creaked open.

I froze, completely at a loss, standing motionless. Xia Qiu turned off the light, head down, and walked up the stairs. I called out, "Aunt," my throat dry. Xia Qiu was startled: "Xiao Zhe, you're still awake?"

"I went to the bathroom," I said, trying to hide my panic, pretending to rub my eyes.

"Oh," Xia Qiu said, bowing her head as she approached. She was wearing white panties that seemed barely able to contain her full buttocks, and her large breasts were almost spilling out from her white tank top. I stood against the wall, making way for her, but secretly leaning forward. Xia Qiu walked past me sideways, and through her thin tank top, her soft, large breasts brushed against my chest—it felt wonderful. My penis was hard as iron, and she must have felt it. She glanced back at me, her cheeks seemingly flushed, and without a word, hurried towards the bedroom.

Entering the bathroom, the steam in the shower hadn't dissipated. Under the sink, in the basket for dirty clothes, I saw a pair of pure black silk panties. Picking them up, they seemed still slightly warm. Looking closely, I noticed something sticky and damp around her genitals, and a single, curled, pale yellow hair. That was Xia Qiu's bodily fluid; that was Xia Qiu's pubic hair! I was so excited I almost fainted. I pressed the condom to my nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent smell. In the nearby trash can, I made another discovery—a pink condom, knotted, filled with milky white semen. Good heavens! This condom had just been inside Xia Qiu; its outer surface still bore traces of his fluids. My hands trembled as I touched it, then untied the knot, poured out the semen, turned the condom inside out, and slipped it over my rock-hard penis, the tightness causing a sharp pain.

Ignoring my disgust at another man's semen, I quickly washed the outside, sucked on Xia Qiu's underwear, and began masturbating. Actually, I didn't need to masturbate at all; Xia Qiu's image flashed through my mind, and streams of thick, hot semen gushed out. After calming down, I tied the condom in a knot and threw it into the toilet. As for the pubic hair, I carefully took it back and tucked it into my diary.

(IV) A Passionate Collector

High school life was intense, with only half a day off each week. I only stayed at my uncle's house for one night on the one day off each month. As a country boy visiting the city for the first time, I realized even more strongly that only by studying hard could I change my destiny. Because of my diligence, and perhaps because of my natural talent, my grades were excellent; I ranked fifth in the grade in the monthly exam, and soon became the Youth League secretary.

Xia Qiu came to visit me at school a few times, bringing food and daily necessities. After autumn arrived, she even took me to the mall to buy a jacket. I refused to accept it, but she insisted that I try it on, and exaggeratedly said while looking me over seriously, "Xiao Zhe, you look so handsome in this jacket! My heart is racing!" A joke, but it touched my hidden "heart," and my face flushed. I increasingly felt her kindness, and unconsciously, I grew closer to her. On

the eve of the new millennium, the campus was filled with joy. It was late. Looking at the dazzling fireworks outside the window, I suddenly missed Xia Qiu terribly. I wondered what she was doing right now. Her image floated before my eyes—her shapely body in a tank top and shorts—and the echoes of her moans from that night resonated in my ears. Was she undressed and making love to my uncle in bed right now? Was she still making those seductive sounds? An impulse surged within me, and I went to the newly installed IC phone on campus and dialed my uncle's number for the first time.

"Hello…" Xia Qiu's voice was languid.

"Auntie, it's me, Xiao Zhe…" I feigned calmness, my heart pounding, my penis hard.

"Xiao Zhe," Xia Qiu raised her voice, a hint of surprise mixed with delight.

"How are you? Still awake so late?" Xia Qiu asked.

"That's great! Oh, the new millennium is almost here, the school is quite lively. I'll give you a call and wish you and your uncle a happy new millennium!" I said.

"Really? Thank you so much, I completely forgot," Xia Qiu said happily. "Your uncle is on the night shift and hasn't come home yet. I'm watching TV, I'm almost asleep."

"Oh."

"You silly child, why don't you come home more often?" Xia Qiu said wistfully.

"..." Hearing her say that, I was naturally happy, but I was momentarily speechless. I made conversation by saying, "Auntie, do you have an email address?" I had recently learned how to use the internet and registered an email address, and I thought it was an interesting thing.

"Yes," Xia Qiu said, "I just registered, I haven't received any emails yet." "Really

? Then I'll send you one in a bit," I said.

After hanging up, I climbed over the wall out of the school and went straight to the internet cafe. I opened my email, selected an e-card featuring a classical beauty enjoying autumn by a lake, and wrote in the message: "May you be as vibrant as summer flowers, as serene as autumn leaves, beautiful for a thousand years, happy for a thousand years!" I sent it right at midnight. Three days later, I received an email from Xia Qiu, also with a few words of thanks and blessings. From then on, we often exchanged emails. Xia Qiu was a good writer; her care, blessings, or expressions of feelings, just a few words or a poem, were the only things that brought me joy and comfort in my monotonous life. By the end of the second semester of my junior year, I had received thirty-seven emails from her.

Because of my good grades, after half a semester, I gradually became more confident and cheerful, and I visited my uncle's house more often, eventually even every week. My uncle was very busy, so Xia Qiu and her grandmother were home most of the time, and I got used to spending time with them. Xia Qiu loved literature and art, and we had many common topics. As the weather gradually warmed up, the three of us often sat in the yard after dinner to cool off, and sometimes I would read poems or novels to Xia Qiu. She leaned back in the rattan chair, fanning herself with a paper fan, her slender, fair legs languidly crossed—she was incredibly beautiful.

Xia Qiu also loved sports, spending her free time running and dancing at home. Her tight-fitting athletic shorts and tank top accentuated her stunning figure; she was a sight to behold.

Once, she noticed me staring at her, blushed, and scolded, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at a beautiful woman!" I said, by which time we were quite familiar.

"You're so young and already behaving badly. Do you even know what a beautiful woman is?" she said.

"Like your aunt. Your aunt is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Then where am I beautiful?" she asked, relaxing and somewhat smug.

"Beautiful face, beautiful temperament, beautiful smile, youthful beauty," I said shamelessly, "and even more beautiful figure, curvaceous, slim waist, long legs, and incredibly feminine!"

"Get lost!" Xia Qiu blushed, feigning anger, and said, "You little pervert, you even know all this?"

She also enjoys playing badminton, swimming, or shopping outside. Her uncle, however, is completely absorbed in his medical work and has no interest in these activities. Xia Qiu has a unique background, stunning looks, a cool demeanor, and is not good at socializing. She has almost no friends in Shuishi, so she gradually got used to taking me with her, which made me incredibly happy. When she plays badminton in shorts and a t-shirt, she exudes unparalleled sexiness and vitality. When she walks through the mall arm in arm with me, I can smell her warm, fragrant scent, and my arm occasionally brushes against her soft, large breasts. When she's happy, she'll hold my hand. Her fingers are delicate, slender, and seemingly boneless. Sometimes, I even have the illusion that we are the couple, and my uncle is our parent.

Of course, I look forward to swimming with her even more. Xia Qiu has a fantastic figure and often wears a two-piece black bikini. Her breasts were high and full, her cleavage deep, her skin as white as snow, her waist incredibly slender, her legs long and shapely. With a graceful sway of her hips, she walked proudly along the poolside, always attracting the attention of every man in the pool. Soaking in the cool water, my little brother couldn't help but stand erect, paying homage to her. Once, I went into the water first, pulling Xia Qiu down the escalator. Somehow, she missed a step. I quickly caught her, taking the opportunity to hug her. Holding her soft, beautiful body in my arms, I casually touched her pert buttocks. She realized what I meant, blushed, and pushed me away.

Similar intimate contact happened several times, and my boldness gradually grew. Another time, she rested her elbows against the pool wall. I was talking to her, slowly walking behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and tentatively pressing myself against her from behind. At first, she didn't pay attention, but gradually she pressed closer and closer, until my little brother was pressed against the middle of her full buttocks. Xia Qiu blushed, turned around, pushed me away, and said coquettishly, "You little rascal!" She hit me a few times with her little fists, but her girlish demeanor only made me more alluring.

Another time, we were walking on the street when we ran into a distant relative she hadn't seen for over ten years. The relative first praised Xia Qiu for growing into a beautiful young woman, then looked at me and said, "Is this your boyfriend? He's a handsome young man, a perfect match!" Xia Qiu blushed again and said shyly, "What are you saying? He's my nephew!"

"Really? You have a nephew?" the person asked, looking surprised.

"Yes, of course, I'm so old," Xia Qiu said, trying to calm her earlier overreaction, and joked exaggeratedly.

"Auntie, how come you look old?" after the person left, I said seriously, "You're so beautiful. I think you're about the same age as the girls in my class, and you're a million times prettier than them."

"You're being cheeky again," Xia Qiu said with a laugh. "It's all your fault, calling me 'Auntie' all the time, making me feel old."

"Then I won't call you 'Auntie' anymore," I said, seizing the opportunity. "I'll call you 'Sister' from now on.

" "You're so disrespectful," Xia Qiu paused for a moment and said, "But when I'm with you, I really don't feel like an elder. How about this, when we're alone, you can call me 'Sister'."

"Sister!" I jumped up happily.

From then on, I called her 'Sister' when we were alone. This was our secret; even my uncle didn't know. We had many other secrets, some of which were initially just my own. For example, on weekends when Xia Qiu and my uncle both worked the night shift, I would stay in their bedroom and watch my uncle's collection of adult films all night long. Another example was that I had examined every piece of underwear in Xia Qiu's wardrobe and, over nearly two years, had used almost all of her underwear to masturbate.

But my biggest secret was still collecting items related to Xia Qiu. Everything about her fascinated me. Every time I went back, I would go to great lengths, rummaging through every trash can in the house, searching for any trace of Xia Qiu. Slips of paper she had written on, hair ties, hair clips, headbands, trinkets, combs, handkerchiefs, socks… all became my carefully treasured possessions. I found all her negatives, developed them, and made a thick photo album. I once found two pairs of her underwear in the trash can: a black thong and a light blue brief with cartoon embroidery. Even more shameless, I also collected four condoms they had used. Every time I saw Xia Qiu's discarded underwear in the bathroom, I would examine it carefully, and finding pubic hair was like finding a treasure. In short, everything related to her was the best refuge for my unrequited love.

These things, except for the condoms and pubic hair, were tucked into my locked diary. The rest were kept in a cardboard box on my bedside table, covered with a few books as a disguise. In the stillness of the night, I take it out, gently caress and suck on it, feeling the warmth and scent of summer and autumn, feeling as if she is right beside me.

(V) A Blessing in Disguise

The market in early summer was already hot, with cicadas chirping and everyone sweating profusely.

In the afternoon, everyone went back to the dormitory to take a nap. It was a Friday, and I went to the toilet after lunch and returned a little late. The other five of my roommates were already lying down, chatting and laughing. Only one classmate, who was usually mischievous and nicknamed Little Fatty, was leaning against the headboard of my upper bunk, rummaging through the cardboard box next to his pillow.

"Little Fatty, come down here!" I was startled and called out urgently from below.

"What's wrong? I just came to your precious spot for a while, is it really that big of a deal!"

"Get down here, did you hear me?" I pointed at him angrily, jumping up to pull him down.

"Hehe, why are you so nervous? Is there some secret?" The chubby guy's roguish nature flared up. He moved to the other side of the wall, avoiding me, and actually went to lift the lid of the box. I hurriedly climbed the bed ladder to stop him, but he jumped onto the adjacent bed with the box, shouting, "What treasure? Why are you being so mysterious?" I chased after him, but it was too late. The chubby guy had already opened the lid, taken out the black thong, and was spinning a finger in the air, grinning wickedly, saying, "You perverted scoundrel, you actually stole a woman's underwear!"

"You're talking nonsense!" A surge of hot blood rushed to my head, and I yanked the chubby guy down. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, scattering the small items from the box all over the floor, attracting everyone's attention. I was furious and embarrassed, pinning the chubby guy to the ground and raining down punches on him until blood seeped from the corner of his eye. If it weren't for the classmates who were watching pulling me away and helping Xiao Pang to the infirmary, I would have wanted to beat him to death.

The school bell rang, and the dormitory returned to silence. I picked up my beloved belongings one by one, sitting on the floor with the cardboard boxes in my arms. My mind was a mess, and I began to regret my actions. I thought the school might expel me. But after thinking it over, I felt that none of that was really that scary. I was just afraid that Xia Qiu would misunderstand, afraid of ruining my image in her eyes, afraid of destroying our beautiful relationship, afraid that she would never speak to me again. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

I don't know how much time passed before a classmate came to call me to the administration office. Pushing open the door, I was surprised to see Xia Qiu the first thing I saw. She was wearing a white dress, like a quiet lotus flower in summer, apologizing to the other person's parents and teachers. I later learned that the school had contacted my family, and my family had naturally contacted my uncle. Since my uncle couldn't leave, Xia Qiu had come to the school. Things went more smoothly than I expected. Xia Qiu gave Xiao Pang's mother 5,000 yuan on the spot, which was a considerable sum in Shuishi at the time, so the other party didn't pursue the matter further. The teacher criticized me and ordered me to submit a self-criticism, and had Xia Qiu take me home to reflect deeply.

Xia Qiu pushed her bicycle, and I followed behind her, head down, looking lost and dejected, remaining silent the whole way. When we got home, we sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room. Xia Qiu still had a stern face: "I heard you did this for a cardboard box... Is this it? Open it and see!" It was the first time I had seen her so angry

. I instinctively tried to protect the box and stammered, "Sister, I'm sorry, but it's not what you think." "Call me Aunt," Xia Qiu said angrily, "Open it!" Her tone was decisive and left no room for argument.

"You...you..." When those little things that originally belonged to her, especially that eye-catching black thong, were presented before her eyes, Xia Qiu was stunned, her body trembling slightly, pointing at me, unable to speak. I apologized incoherently, desperately trying to explain, "These are all things you didn't want. I picked them up, I didn't steal them. When I'm alone, I miss my sister, no, I miss my aunt, so I collected these things. I didn't mean anything by it, I'm not a pervert..." I started crying as I spoke.

Xia Qiu flipped to the photo album at the bottom of the box, covered with the handkerchief she had given me two years ago. Opening the album, the words "My love endures with the years" on the title page came into view. She silently looked through the photos from her childhood, adolescence, and up to today, her expression gradually softening. She pondered for a long time, then handed me the handkerchief to wipe my tears, her voice regaining its usual gentle tone. She said haltingly, "It's alright, it's alright...it's all in the past...I won't tell anyone about this..."

"Xiao Zhe's grown up. It's normal for a boy your age to be attracted to the opposite sex," she paused, a blush rising on her cheeks, then continued, "You used my underwear to masturbate...you took advantage of me at the swimming pool...I know everything...When you go to university and find a girlfriend, it'll be fine...but you still need to restrain yourself now...If you really can't stand it, I can help you...but you have to get over it as soon as possible.

" "No, no," my face burned, but I still tried my best to argue, "I like you, sister, because you're so good to me. I came to Shuishi alone, and you cared for me, looked after me, treated me like a younger brother, like a good friend. I feel like you're the closest person to me..." I was trying to hide my true feelings. Somehow, I tried to attribute these inappropriate behaviors to love and affection. Deep down, I still felt that my desires for sex, especially for Xia Qiu, my aunt, were dirty, shameful, and even blasphemous.

"Alright...alright...I know, I consider you my best friend," Xia Qiu said with a smile. "But you shouldn't keep any of these treasures except for the photo album, or people will think you're a pervert!" I nodded at her, a hint of reluctance in my eyes. Xia Qiu reached behind her neck, took off the jade Guanyin pendant she wore, and handed it to me. "Here, I won't let you lose out. I'll trade this for you. My mother gave it to me when I was little, and I've worn it for over ten years. Now I'm giving it to you. When you miss me..."

I was extremely surprised and instinctively refused. But Xia Qiu insisted on giving it to me and put it on for me herself. It was a thin, almost transparent piece of light green jade, warm and delicate, carrying the warmth of Xia Qiu. My eyes welled up with tears again: "Thank you, sister, I will wear it for the rest of my life and cherish it..."

(VI) Dependent on Each Other

Xia Qiu's generosity, kindness, and innocence purified my heart, which had once been blinded by lust. Wearing the jade Guanyin she gave me every day, feeling her kindness, those occasional inappropriate thoughts made me feel so ashamed. I studied hard and restrained my youthful impulses. I just wanted to watch her from afar, to love her carefully, and to protect her. Even if she never knew, I would feel extremely happy in this life.

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere of the final battle of senior year came rushing in. During the summer vacation of junior year, we were also taking extra classes, called the mini-semester. Because the school dormitory lights were turned off at 10:30 pm, in order to study for a longer period of time, or even stay up all night to make up for the missed classes, many students found places to stay off-campus. I naturally went back to my uncle's house every day. It was during this time that I first heard Xia Qiu and her uncle arguing fiercely.

It was the night of Grandma Xia's funeral. Grandma Xia passed away due to illness, a huge blow to the family, especially to Xia Qiu. She had lost a lot of weight and looked extremely haggard; it broke my heart to see her like that. Grandma Xia came from a fishing family by the river and had even participated in guerrilla warfare in her youth. She had a deep affection for this river and her will stipulated that her ashes be scattered on it after her death. After the funeral, her ashes were cremated, and someone was asked to choose a date for a river burial the next day. After a busy day, I returned home and placed the ashes in the mourning hall in the main room. After seeing off the last guests who came to pay their respects and help—my uncle and Uncle Cao, Xia Qiu's colleague—it was almost dawn. I went back to my room and fell asleep immediately.

I don't know how much time had passed when I was awakened by screams from not far away. Listening carefully, I realized it was Xia Qiu's voice coming from their bedroom. I pushed open the door and saw that the light was still on in the master bedroom, the door only half-closed.

Xia Qiu roared, "How could you do this to me? Don't you have any conscience?"

"Qiu'er, don't be like this. Let me explain. The funeral is over. Tomorrow, Xiao Zhe will accompany you to scatter the ashes. You can rest a bit. Besides, this way, we can both calm down; it's better for both of us."

"Get out! Get out! Get out! Go as far away as possible! Never come back!" Xia Qiu's hysterical voice was followed by the sound of things being smashed and her sobbing uncontrollably.

I didn't care about anything else and hurriedly pushed open the door. I saw the two of them still wearing their daytime clothes, standing in front of the bed. On the floor was a huge black leather suitcase, half-filled with clothes, the lid not yet closed.

"What happened?" I asked anxiously.

Xia Qiu didn't say a word, her body trembling slightly. I really had an urge to hug her tightly. Her eyes, looking at her uncle, also flashed with anger.

"Xiao Zhe, there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet," my uncle said first. "My application to pursue a PhD in New Zealand has been approved, and my flight is tomorrow."

"Uncle, couldn't you wait a few more days? After all, Grandma Xia just passed away, and Auntie is heartbroken all alone. How can you be so heartless?" Facing this uncle, who was a full twelve years older than me, outstanding, and whose wife I had always coveted, my heart had been weak for more than two years, but today I couldn't help but question him.

"The plane tickets were bought a long time ago, there's nothing I can do," my uncle said. "You don't understand adult matters, Xiao Zhe. After I leave, you must come back often and keep your aunt company!" I vaguely understood, but over the years I'd had a feeling something was wrong between them, something far more complicated than just studying abroad.

Xia Qiu regained her composure, wiped away her tears, and said, "Don't say anymore, forget it, let him go, let him go." It was a tone of utter despair, heartbreaking and painful.

The next morning, I woke up to find my uncle gone. Xia Qiu and I took the urn to the riverbank, hired a small boat, and scattered Grandma Xia's ashes in the middle of the river. Due to continuous insomnia, Xia Qiu's face was slightly yellow, her eyes swollen like light bulbs, and dark circles were prominent. Dressed in mourning, she sat blankly at the bow of the boat, letting the river wind wash away her sorrowful tears. I held her cold little hand, my heart filled with boundless tenderness. Suddenly, a feeling welled up inside me: I was a real man now, and from that moment on, I would never let her suffer even the slightest grievance again.

After returning home and tidying up, I ate a quick dinner. Zhang Ma had left—she had finished her job there. With Grandma Xia gone and my uncle gone, the family no longer needed a caregiver for a while. This once large house suddenly felt empty and desolate, and the feeling of mutual dependence between Xia Qiu and me grew even stronger.

"Tonight, I'll sleep in Grandma's room," Xia Qiu said, tears welling up again. I gently put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Then I'll stay with you." She remained silent, got into bed fully clothed. I turned off the light, sat on the sofa by the bed, held Xia Qiu's hand, and listened to her reminisce about her grandmother. I learned that her life story was so tragic. Her father had been a young official in the provincial capital, and her mother was a dancer; they were once an enviable couple. Unexpectedly, her father was too busy with his career to care for the family, and her mother, unscrupulous as ever, had an affair with her dance partner. Unable to bear it any longer, Xia's father, fueled by alcohol, killed the illicit couple and then shot himself. From that moment on, three lives were lost in one bed, a devastating tragedy. Young Xia Qiu also neglected her studies, returning to Shuishi with her elderly grandmother

, where she attended a nursing school and became a nurse. It was late at night, and Xia Qiu was exhausted. Her voice grew weaker and weaker, gradually fading into even breathing. I kissed her long eyelashes; they were slightly salty, probably from her tears. I gently held her hand, letting my arm ache, remaining still, afraid of waking her. After what seemed like an eternity, my eyelids grew heavy, and my head slumped against the bedside, startling Xia Qiu awake. She instinctively turned on the bedside lamp.

She seemed a little better, a long-lost blush even appearing on her face. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, with a touch of girlish shyness and languor, she asked shyly, "You've been sitting on the edge of the bed the whole time?"

"Yes," I said, "You slept so soundly."

"You haven't slept at all, really," she said, a little embarrassed, but her tone was full of affection. She turned off the light and said softly, "Come up here!" Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

I felt like I'd won the lottery, my heart pounding with joy, but I tried my best to hide it and restrain myself. I dared not do anything rash, afraid of leaving her with even the slightest bad impression. I just wanted to maintain this hard-won beauty, like carefully holding a precious jewel. I lay numbly beside her, gently holding her hand, and slowly felt my heart calm down, becoming at peace, and drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw Xia Qiu's charming face right in front of me, staring at me. Her face was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a faint, playful smile. I rubbed my eyes, as if in a dream. When I came to, I realized that I was holding Xia Qiu in my arms, and my lower body was hard against her. Instinctively, I tried to pull my arm away and stick my butt out to distance my penis from her.

Xia Qiu deliberately snuggled closer to me, grinning mischievously, and said, "Want me to help you with my hand?"

"No, no," I stammered, my face flushed, sweat beading on my brow. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't be nervous, it's okay. I'm a medical student; this is a normal physiological reaction."

"But really, sister, you know, I haven't masturbated since last time. I've really changed," I said calmly.

"You're such a good boy," Xia Qiu paused for a moment, quickly kissed my forehead, regained her composure, and said softly, "Xiao Zhe, thank you for keeping me company. I'm going to wash up now." She got up and went upstairs to her bedroom first, only going to the bathroom a while later. She didn't come out for a long time after that, and when she gestured for me to go to the bathroom, her face still seemed a little red.

Entering the bathroom, a delicate fragrance wafted towards me, intoxicatingly sweet. On the washing machine lid, I immediately spotted two pairs of Xia Qiu's underwear: a pure white silk thong and a black lace thong. There was also a note on them, written in Xia Qiu's delicate handwriting:

"Xiao Zhe, thank you, thank you for your companionship all this time. You are already my best friend and the most important person in my life. Thank you even more for your love and respect; your restraint, beyond your years, moves me deeply. I'm a medical student, and I understand normal physiological reactions. I was so afraid you'd be holding it in, and I really wanted to help you more. But our insurmountable relationship prevents me from doing so. These two pairs of underwear are ones I just changed out of, specially left for you. I also sprayed perfume in the bathroom, and, and, I just masturbated..."

Sticky fluid still clung to the underwear's private parts. I pinched it with my fingers, pulling out a thin, glistening thread. I couldn't resist any longer and began to lick it frantically. "Sister, sister, sister," I moaned softly, and thick streams of semen gushed out.

(VII) The Beauty's Tribulations

The extinguished flames of desire reignited.

Xia Qiu's message, "I just masturbated," shocked me greatly. She also had sexual needs; I'd heard her moaning late at night. She actually masturbated, and told me about such a secret and shameful thing. She'd even hinted that she could help me… Clearly, she wasn't averse to me; perhaps she secretly longed to have sex with me. Was I too foolish? Was I not brave enough? I even regretted not seizing the opportunity.

A woman's heart is unfathomable. Xia Qiu began avoiding me. She still left a pair of sexy panties in the bathroom every week, but her attire at home wasn't as casual as usual; she even locked the bedroom door. Occasionally, I'd try to be affectionate and hold her hand, but she'd push me away. This troubled me greatly, and a hint of resentment began to grow within me. I made an excuse that I had to go back to school to stay during the nights, and Xia Qiu didn't try to stop me.

Two weeks later, late one night, I dreamt that I was making love with Xia Qiu when my uncle suddenly appeared in front of me, then my mother appeared, then my deceased grandmother appeared, and a group of people pointed at me. I woke up with a start, the past vivid in my mind, and a flood of memories overwhelmed me, making it impossible to fall back asleep. It was just past midnight. I got dressed, climbed over the wall, and ran to my uncle's house. I thought to myself, even if she's asleep, it would be good to see her window from downstairs.

Shuishi isn't big, and I arrived at my uncle's house in about ten minutes. To my surprise, the courtyard gate was ajar, and the main room door was closed, but it didn't seem locked, with light shining through the crack. How careless of me, I thought, as I entered the courtyard. But I heard voices coming from the inner room, and it sounded like a strange man's voice. My heart tightened, I took off my shoes, and tiptoed to the door. Peeking through the crack, I was stunned by what I saw inside.

Xia Qiu lay on the sofa, her mouth taped shut, uttering muffled pleas. Her eyes were filled with fear, and tears of humiliation streamed down her delicate cheeks. Her white t-shirt was bunched up at her chest, and her black bra had been ripped off, revealing full, white breasts like steamed buns, their nipples so rosy. It was the first time I had ever seen Xia Qiu's breasts, the sight I had dreamed of a thousand times, but I never imagined it would be like this. A filthy man held a knife to her face in one hand, while his other grimy hand roamed over her baby-soft skin, his mouth repeatedly kissing Xia Qiu's frantically twisting neck.

"Little wench, you're so hot, so fair and tender, so fresh! Your man hasn't had a proper chance with you, has he? Today I'll give you a good time," the man grinned lewdly. Xia Qiu struggled desperately, but to no avail. I suppressed my impulse and observed more closely. There was another man in the room, rummaging through the coffee table drawers. It turned out they were robbing her and assaulting her at the same time! I ran barefoot out of the courtyard gate, dialed 110 at the IC card phone booth on the street corner, and then sprinted back, kicking open the door to the main room.

Xia Qiu's shorts had already been pulled down, and in her struggle, she was flipped over and lying face down on the sofa. Her black underwear was also half pulled down, revealing half of her buttocks, white and round, which looked even fuller and more ready to burst out from under the underwear. The thug had already pulled out his thick, hard penis and was thrusting it towards Xia Qiu's crotch. I rushed forward and kicked him to the ground. "Damn it, where did you little brat come from, daring to ruin my good time?" Another thug, seeing this, brandished a sharp knife and lunged at me, his eyes gleaming with malice. A glimmer of hope flashed in Xia Qiu's tear-filled eyes as she struggled to her feet, only to be held down by the thug who had been on top of her.

He bound Xia Qiu's legs with duct tape, rendering her immobile, and then lunged at me again. For me, simply stalling for time until the police arrived was victory. But facing Xia Qiu's expectant gaze, I don't know where the courage came from, and I charged forward to continue fighting the two knife-wielding thugs. In the process of dodging, my arms were already cut several times by the knife, bleeding profusely. Seeing my condition, the two thugs' eyes turned red, and they stabbed at me more and more viciously each time. Finally, I couldn't dodge in time, and a stab to the chest struck me. A wave of pain washed over me, my legs buckled, and I swayed and fell to the ground. At that moment, I could faintly hear the sound of police sirens. I smiled and looked at Xia Qiu, then closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, everything around me was pure white. Xia Qiu's face, which I had been dreaming about day and night, gradually became clear. She was wearing a light pink, well-fitting nurse's uniform and a nurse's cap, which made her look even more delicate and pretty.

"You're awake," she said softly, her voice choked with sobs, "You scared me to death!"

"Are you alright?" I tried to speak, but my throat seemed unable to produce a sound, and my voice was extremely weak.

"I'm fine," Xia Qiu fed me some water, and then said, "It was only seven centimeters from your aorta... The doctor said that you were lucky to survive... You were in a coma for three whole days after the surgery."

"If I could really die for you, it would be happiness," having survived this life-or-death ordeal, I seemed to have no more reservations, staring at Xia Qiu and saying, "But, sister, why are you hiding from me?"

"Don't say it... I know everything," Xia Qiu hurriedly covered my mouth, lowered her head, and tears fell like broken beads. A drop of liquid landed on my lips. I licked it; it tasted salty.

"Sister, can you kiss me?" I said as Xia Qiu changed my IV drip and was about to leave. She quickly kissed my forehead, but I pretended to be a child and shook my head, pointing to my lips. Xia Qiu was caught off guard, blushed, and seeing no one around, quickly kissed my lips.

"You little rascal," she said coquettishly, quickly getting up and leaving. But I savored that light kiss for a long time—soft, moist, and sweet—my heart felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey. After

a week in the hospital, I used the excuse that the hospital was too crowded and I couldn't concentrate on my studies, insisting on going home. Actually, I wanted to be alone with Xia Qiu. She took leave and cooked, made soup, gave me injections and IV drips every day. In her spare time, she would lean against the bedside and read to me, taking meticulous care of me. In my heart, I already considered Xia Qiu my woman, feeling that I would possess her sooner or later, so I became increasingly unrestrained.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much," I would often pretend to be in pain and ask her for a kiss. Xia Qiu would give me a light, fleeting kiss on the lips. Once, I was fully prepared. When she kissed me, I hugged her tightly, my lips pressed together, and my tongue slipped inside. She clenched her teeth and pushed me away with all her might, but I failed.

When she was getting an injection, I would place my hand on her lower back, feeling that alluring curve. The most outrageous time was when I took her by surprise and slipped my hand down her lower back, grabbing her soft upper buttocks. Xia Qiu was really angry this time. She struggled fiercely and pinched me hard. She didn't speak to me for two days afterward.

(VIII) Birthday Gift

Time was too beautiful. So much so that I wanted to stay in the hospital bed forever.

But I quickly returned to school because I had missed enough classes. I went back to studying hard, but now I thought about Xia Qiu more every day. The dormitory now has a phone, and I call Xia Qiu every day to ask what shift she's on. If it's a night shift, I pick her up from the hospital from school and then accompany her home. I firmly believe that taking care of Xia Qiu is my lifelong responsibility.

Xia Qiu's birthday falls in early autumn. I've kept that day in my heart for the past two years, but because of my uncle, I only dared to secretly send her small gifts like greeting cards. This time, ever since my uncle passed away, I've secretly resolved to give her a surprise. So I made preparations early, saving a lot of money on food, pocket money, and scholarships.

"Happy Birthday!" That day happened to be a Saturday. Xia Qiu was on the day shift, and I was off. I wore a crisp white shirt and crisp trousers, holding a huge bouquet of ninety-nine bright red roses, and practiced my smile over and over again by the door. Until Xia Qiu opened the door, she was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

I had already bought food at a restaurant and ordered a large cake. It was undoubtedly a delightful birthday dinner. Xia Qiu was deeply moved and overjoyed. The two even shared a bottle of red wine, and their conversation flowed freely. She said she hadn't celebrated her birthday in years, and had actually forgotten it was hers. Around nine o'clock, I led the slightly tipsy, swaying Xia Qiu up the narrow staircase leading to the second floor. My heart was filled with excitement and anticipation; I knew a second wave of surprise and emotion was about to wash over us.

Pushing open the door to Xia Qiu's bedroom, I saw a large, snow-white bed covered in vibrant red rose petals arranged in a giant heart shape, exquisitely beautiful. Colorful lights flickered on the walls. I pressed the DVD player, and Xia Qiu's favorite song, "Yesterday Once More," played softly. Xia Qiu couldn't hold back any longer, burying her face in my shoulder and sobbing uncontrollably, choking out, "How can you be so good to me? How can you be so good to me?"

"Let's dance," she whispered in my ear after a long pause. In those days, dancing was a popular social activity in Shuishi. I'd seen my uncle and Xia Qiu dancing in their bedroom.

"Wait a minute," I said, about to put my arm around her waist, but Xia Qiu quickly walked to the bedside, opened the wardrobe, and said, "Help me choose an outfit." At that time, she was wearing a pair of light blue jeans that outlined her long legs and curvaceous figure. She wore a white t-shirt that slightly exposed her waist, revealing her high breasts. Her face was flushed, and her watery eyes were full of affection, her gaze dreamy, already captivating me.

But jeans were indeed unsuitable for dancing, so I unhesitatingly chose the cheongsam she wore at her wedding. Xia Qiu glanced at me thoughtfully and turned off the light. In the flickering neon lights, to the soothing, slightly melancholic music, I gently put my arms around her waist. We moved slowly, our breaths close, but neither of us made a sound. Unconsciously, we pressed closer and closer, and my lower body hardened against hers. I pressed my face against Xia Qiu's, feeling her baby-soft, milk-scented skin. Occasionally, I would lightly peck at her cheek, kiss her hair, and brush against the tip of her nose.

I tentatively tried to kiss her lips several times, but Xia Qiu quickly pulled away each time. "Sister, I love you, I really love you, I want to kiss you so much," I whispered in her ear, as if in a dream. After a few times, she playfully and lightly kissed me, her soft, smooth little tongue suddenly slipping into my mouth and then quickly withdrawing. I could no longer restrain myself, and I turned Xia Qiu's head and kissed her. My tongue forcefully pried open her tightly closed teeth, and also pried open the door to Xia Qiu's heart. She no longer resisted, and her fragrant tongue quickly and passionately intertwined with mine.

I gazed at her sweet face, her closed eyes, her long eyelashes, greedily inhaling her softness and fragrance. My hands roamed restlessly over her back, caressing the gentle curves beneath her cheongsam, her slender waist, and her pert buttocks. In the hazy breaths of summer and autumn, I had already unbuttoned her cheongsam. My left hand explored downwards, while my right hand slid upwards along her back, quickly unhooking her bra. I touched her breasts—full, firm, and soft—the gentle homeland of my dreams, like her youth.

Xia Qiu's breathing grew heavier, her cheongsam having slipped to the floor. Half her body was slumped on the bed, pressed against the vibrant rose petals, her fair skin stained with the crimson of the roses—the color of desire. I took her pink nipple into my mouth, my hand tracing its way down the hillside, through the thicket, and down the valley… She gasped, her body tensing. I quickly removed all her clothes, revealing the mysterious valley beneath her black lace panties—a place so tender, clean, and white, the thicket still sparse, exuding an alluring fragrance. Xia Qiu murmured softly, her eyes glazed, as if a stream were flowing through her valley. I swiftly removed all of myself, my large penis hard and erect, a flicker of surprise crossing Xia Qiu's eyes. As I caressed, kissed, and rubbed her, she clung tightly to me, her legs clamping around my thighs, her hips writhing, moaning softly. Her legs tightened, and I felt a surge of heat coursing through my legs.

A moment later, I parted her legs, my rock-hard penis aimed at her vulva, rubbing against her tender, moist petals, ready to plunge in. Suddenly, she frantically grabbed my penis with one hand, murmuring, "No, we can't." I was at a loss; the pent-up desire burst forth. I felt a surge of pleasure in my lower body, a wave of dizziness rushing to my head, and a torrent gushed forth. It sprayed onto her lower abdomen, her hand, and onto her petals, which resembled blood.

"Xiao Zhe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Xia Qiu sobbed, stroking my hair, "But we can't, we really can't." I was at a loss, burying my face between her breasts, only able to say repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

"I just saw Mom, I saw her before she died, her face covered in blood," she continued, her voice broken and intermittent, yet firm, "Xiao Zhe, this is God's warning, we've gone too far. That day when I saw you come to save me, taking a knife to my chest for me, I realized how deeply you were involved. I was so moved, I've already considered you the most important person in my life, I want to give you everything I have. But I'm your uncle's woman, your aunt, your elder. You can't enter my body, you can't, we'll be punished by God..." Her words were like a bucket of ice water poured over me.

"Sister, you're only four years older than me. You've said we're best friends, and I've always felt like we're the same age. You and Uncle are husband and wife, but we're not related by blood. You know how much I love you. Since you love me too, why can't we be together?"

"Xiao Zhe, you know, I've imagined this before. If I had been born four years later, and I met you at school, I would have been your girlfriend; if you had been born four years earlier, and I met you anywhere, I would have been your wife; even if I were four years older than you, if we had fallen in love four years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated… But fate is cruel. I'm your uncle's wife. I really don't know how to face it, how to face your uncle, your mother, your family, and I don't know how to face myself. I'm not a promiscuous woman. I hate promiscuous women. How could I let two generations of you enter my body…?"

"You know my background. The image of my mother's death keeps flashing in my mind. I knew from a young age that I wanted to be a traditional, virtuous wife and mother, living a peaceful and stable life... So I hid from you, but I never expected that I still couldn't escape it, that this day would still come. What a sin, what a sin..."

I hugged her and cried bitterly, "Sister, I won't put pressure on you, I won't hurt you, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. If you're willing, I'll take you far away, away from everything here; if you're not willing, just like before, let me love you from afar, silently, okay?"

"Don't say anymore, Xiao Zhe, leave me, I'm sorry!" Xia Qiu turned away, saying sadly yet resolutely. The night was deep. I gently draped a thin blanket over her, kissed her forehead, and got up, feeling lost and dejected.

The delicate flower petals on the bed had already fallen into the mud under the crushing weight.

(IX) Love and Desire

The autumn days grew colder. My mood was like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, drifting alone.

I hadn't seen Xia Qiu for two months. She kept using the excuse of being busy at the hospital to avoid coming home. Sometimes when she came back and saw me, she would find an excuse to go out. On the phone, her tone was distant and unapproachable. I wrote her emails every few days, pouring out my heart, begging her to go back to how things were before, but she didn't reply to a single one.

On the Saturday night before New Year's Day, I was walking home alone, overwhelmed with sadness by the sights and sounds of the hospital. Around 8 p.m., I couldn't help but call the hospital. This time, Xia Qiu's tone was brighter, even a little excited. I begged her to come home, and unlike usual, she didn't hang up so quickly. She paused and said, "Why don't you come stay at the hospital? There's a room available tonight, and the heating's on tonight." I felt like I'd been granted a pardon, jumped for joy, and ran to Shuishi People's Hospital. It turned out that Xia Qiu's workplace had a dinner party that night, and it seemed she had drunk some alcohol. Her youthful face was flushed and quite charming. She settled me into a ward and then left to go on duty.

I only hoped to carefully restore our previous relationship, and dared not be presumptuous again. I studied alone in the hospital room, and eventually fell into a deep sleep. There was no bathroom in the room, so I woke up at 11 o'clock and went to the corridor to use the restroom. Passing the nurses' break room, I saw the door ajar, with dim light shining from inside. I faintly heard Xia Qiu's voice, and it vaguely reminded me of the sounds I heard from her bedroom at night when I first visited my uncle's house two years ago. I quickly pressed my ear to listen more closely.

"Stop it, be gentle..." Xia Qiu said softly, "Don't touch there..."

"Qiu'er, all these years, I've thought of you day and night..." It was Uncle Cao's voice.

"Mmm...mmm...gentle...no..." Xia Qiu's soft moans and gasps.

I already understood what was happening inside. You bastard Xia Qiu, using work as an excuse not to go home, turns out you're cheating on me here. Damn it, poor me, still so devoted. A surge of heat rushed to my head, and I kicked the door open with a thud. There stood Uncle Cao, shirtless, on top of Xia Qiu, his head buried in her neck and breasts, kissing and licking indiscriminately. The two men looked startled to see me standing before the bed.

I yanked Uncle Cao off the bed and punched him hard across the face. As I chased after him, he bent over, fastened his pants, and fled. Xia Qiu, now dressed, stood before me, her once fair face flushed red, whether from shame or anger. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face, gritting her teeth as she said, "What right do you have to interfere in my affairs? Who are you to me? Your uncle doesn't want me anymore… We have nothing to do with each other… Get out, get as far away as possible…"

"How could you do this, how could you do this…" I pointed at her, my lips trembling, unable to speak. My face burned, tears welled in my eyes, and my heart ached. I slammed the door and left, hearing Xia Qiu's faint sobs behind me. My heart was filled with resentment—bitch, slut, wicked woman… I sat in the internet cafe all night, then skipped class and lay on my bed in the dorm all morning, but my mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't sleep at all; my head felt like it was about to explode. "Ring ring," the dorm phone rang.

"Hello," I answered weakly. That familiar voice instantly vanished all my resentment. "Xiao Zhe…save me…home…" Xia Qiu's voice was broken and weak, as if it came from another world. I immediately dialed 120 and ran home.

When I got home, Xia Qiu had already been loaded into an ambulance. Her face was deathly pale, like a sheet of white paper. Dark red water mixed with blood was slowly flowing from the bathroom. Xia Qiu had cut her wrists. I turned off the bathtub faucet, knelt in the bloody water of Xia Qiu in the bathroom, and slapped myself more than a dozen times. Stunned, tears streaming down my face—my love, how could I have hurt you so much? I'm not human!

After the final exams, school let out for winter break. I used tutoring as an excuse to tell my family I wouldn't be going home for the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, at dusk, I prepared the New Year's Eve dinner and went to the hospital to pick up Xia Qiu. Amidst the sounds of firecrackers and the festive decorations, I held Xia Qiu's hand tightly the whole way, afraid of losing her again. Having just recovered from a serious illness, she was beautiful but thin, her delicate features even more striking. A faint sadness lingered between her brows, yet her face remained serene.

"Xiao Zhe, I want to take a shower first; I smell like the hospital room," Xia Qiu said as usual, back in our familiar home, all the noise shut out. "Go to my bedroom and get some dried rose petals, and then bring me a bath towel." I replied, and she smiled at me before slipping into the bathroom.

I came downstairs and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, but the door was only half-closed. I peered in and saw steam slowly rising into the air. Xia Qiu's flawless body lay naked in that steam, the showerhead spraying water onto her shapely, tall figure, like a lotus emerging from the water. She smiled slightly, beckoning to me, like a fairy descended from heaven. A surge of heat swelled and rushed through me; I could no longer restrain myself. I quickly stripped off my clothes, my little brother already erect. I pushed open the door and rushed forward, embracing Xia Qiu tightly. Her lips were already pressed against mine, sealing my mouth, my nimble tongue darting between my teeth.

I turned my head to kiss her, my hands caressing her firm breasts, vaguely feeling them swelling and hardening. Hot water rushed down, filling my mouth and nose. But I didn't care, for I no longer needed to breathe, only to be with her. Water streamed down her cheeks, making her flushed face glow. I caressed her entire body, her mouth, nose, breasts, her private parts… She became excited and began kissing me, from top to bottom. I was completely intoxicated by the gentle teasing of her tongue, feeling as if I were floating on air. She kissed lower and lower, getting closer to my penis. The water was still gushing, steam filled the air, and in the hazy mist, I suddenly felt an unprecedented pleasure surge from my lower body. She actually took my penis into her cherry lips, and a tingling pleasure overwhelmed me. My body began to tremble, but she intensified her assault on my member.

My Xiaqiu, my goddess, devour me. I gently rubbed her ears and caressed her large breasts. She had already knelt down, her tongue moving freely. Watching my thick penis go in and out of her delicate cherry lips, I felt an indescribable satisfaction and pleasure. The water roared, the steam billowed, and it was the spirit of water playing with me. A sudden surge of pleasure rushed to my head, making me dizzy.

"Sister..." I couldn't help but cry out. In an instant, my desire erupted completely.

(X) Lost in the Bloom

In the large bathtub, Xia Qiu lay naked in my arms. The bathtub was filled with steam, and dark red petals floated in the water. My legs were wrapped around Xia Qiu's slender legs, our bodies intertwined like conjoined twins, fragrant and intoxicating like a fairyland. My palms gently covered her large breasts, feeling the nipples slowly harden, and I kissed her delicate red lips from time to time. The sound of firecrackers could be faintly heard outside the door. This world is so bustling, yet I wish my world only had you. After a long while, I couldn't help but sigh reproachfully,

"Sister, how could you be so silly?"

"You died for me once too, so we're even," Xia Qiu said playfully, looking at me with her beautiful, affectionate eyes.

"It was only after this brush with death that I finally saw things clearly," she said softly. "I realize how foolish I was before. My foolishness wasn't because I tried to commit suicide, but because fate gave me such a wonderful person like you, such beautiful love, and I panicked and tried to run away. You know, that day in the hospital, seeing the look in your eyes as you turned away, my heart broke. I realized how deeply I loved you, and I knew I was powerless to change it, that I could never escape it again." Tears welled up in Xia Qiu's eyes again.

"What happened at the hospital that day, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" I tried to calm her down, gently flicking her delicate nose.

"Hmm," she said, slightly shy, calming herself before continuing her story: "Cao... oh, his name is Cao Zheng. Our families were old friends, we grew up together, practically childhood sweethearts. You know what happened later, and we lost contact. By some twist of fate, he also studied medicine and became your uncle's classmate. When I was dating your uncle, he found out about me, gave up the opportunity to stay in the provincial capital, and came to Shuishi. He hasn't married or had a girlfriend all these years... he's been so devoted to me."

"But I've never been moved by him. Your uncle's health isn't good, in that area..." Xia Qiu blushed, paused, and said, "Later it got worse and worse, and many medications didn't work. We haven't been intimate for a year and a half. I didn't have much desire to begin with, but your uncle was very sensitive and felt sorry for me. On the night of Grandma's funeral, he not only wanted to go abroad, but he also filed for divorce, and the agreement was already written."

I recalled that night of argument and was shocked again, my heart filled with even more pity for Xia Qiu. I kissed her eyes, gently stroked her back, and listened as she continued, "I never thought of leaving him to be with another man. I originally considered you a good friend, only thinking you were infatuated with my body. Of course, maybe I had sensed your love long ago, but I was just deceiving myself. Until the day you saved me, and later on my birthday… What shames me even more is that I discovered I had also fallen hopelessly in love with you, and couldn't live without you… I wanted to hide, to escape, to run away, but my heart couldn't stop thinking about you…

That struggle, that contradiction… Do you know, during that time I didn't go home, but actually I looked forward to your call every day. When the phone rang in the duty room, my heart would pound wildly; I would read the letters you wrote to me several times in the quiet of the night… Every time I rejected you, it felt like a knife was cutting into my heart… Later, I really couldn't do anything, so I thought, I'll agree to be with Cao Zheng. I asked you to come to the hospital, thinking that in the room next to where you were sleeping, I would steel myself and give myself to him, so that I could completely give up and cut off all ties…"

"But unexpectedly, the more it's like this, the more heartbreaking it becomes, the stronger my love for you becomes, and the stronger my longing for you becomes... That morning I was at home... Thinking about everything over the past twenty-five years, thinking about my parents who died for love, thinking about how I only wanted to be a loyal little woman, but was still abandoned by my husband and fell into this illicit affair... The one I love, the one who loves me, and myself, are all wounded and unable to escape... I can't find the meaning of life... But at the moment death came, the image that appeared in my mind was still you. You are so young, so handsome, so outstanding, your love is enough to melt me. I am not afraid of death, but I just can't bear to leave you... How can I be willing..." Xia Qiu was already sobbing uncontrollably.

I also burst into tears and hugged Xia Qiu tightly.

"Sister, do you know, the first time I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you. You showed me what beauty is in the world, let me taste the most wonderful flavors in the world, and let me know that I should study hard. If it weren't for you... this is all fate's arrangement," I said.

"Hmm," Xia Qiu stopped crying and calmly said, "I saw you still keeping that mandarin duck handkerchief, and I already knew that everything was destined. So, I've decided not to run away anymore, even if it means repeating my mother's fate, I won't run away. For the rest of my life, I want to be with you!" "

Promise me, never leave me again, never do anything foolish again."

"Hmm," Xia Qiu paused, "But, please give me a little more time, okay? I want to wait until I get the divorce certificate, to give you the best version of myself, okay?"

"I promise, I promise you anything, I will wait for you for the rest of my life."

New Year's Day. It was almost noon when she woke up, the room was filled with bright sunlight. The air conditioner had been running all night, making the room warm and cozy. Xia Qiu was still asleep, her eyes closed, her eyelashes long, her face flushed and rosy. Perhaps because of the heat, only a corner of the blanket was draped diagonally over her stomach.

I simply removed that corner of her body and examined it again, marveling at the wonders of the Creator. Her skin was fair and smooth, her body perfectly proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat. Her abdomen was flat, her waist slender, her legs straight, and her buttocks slightly upturned—truly a rare beauty! Most breathtaking were her large breasts, which I had caressed and kissed countless times the previous night. Even up close in the sunlight, their beauty still deeply moved me. They were so perky, so round, so white and tender, with even the nipples a delicate pink and the areolas very light. I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth again, kissing my way down to that mysterious place. Xia Qiu's labia were also pink and tender, tightly closed, hidden beneath sparse pubic hair, like a shy little flower about to bloom.

"Oh...oh...um...ah..." I licked Xia Qiu's tender labia, slowly probing in with my tongue, tasting the slowly overflowing nectar, unable to stop. In her dream, Xia Qiu was already panting heavily, her body twisting. When she woke up, she instinctively pushed me away, saying shyly, "No, it's dirty."

"Not dirty at all, sister, you have no idea how beautiful you are," my tongue went in and out, lightly brushing the two petals around her vulva, once again sweeping over the fresh jade clam brimming with spring water.

"Ah ah...ah...eat me...ah..." Xia Qiu's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy, her breath was soft and sweet, her waist was like a willow swaying in the wind, twisting wildly like a small snake, her thighs clamping my head, her body tense. In a series of screams, she suddenly went limp, like a pile of spring mud.

(XI) Sharing the Spring Breeze

Xia Qiu and I began a six-month quasi-marital life.

That was also the happiest time of my life.

Xia Qiu wasn't particularly indulgent with me, only engaging in oral or breast sex once every two weeks. I knew every inch of Xia Qiu's skin intimately; it's no exaggeration to say I knew the folds of her vagina by heart. But I never penetrated Xia Qiu's vagina. I knew this woman already belonged to me, and it would happen sooner or later.

The night before my last exam, I returned to my room and went to bed early at nine o'clock. For some reason, I woke up again at eleven, tossing and turning, feeling increasingly restless and unable to fall back asleep. I pushed open the door and saw a dim light shining from the master bedroom. Xia Qiu was still awake. I gently knocked on the door, and Xia Qiu's soft voice came: "Xiao Zhe!" I opened the door, and she was wearing a white nightgown, reading under the bedside lamp.

When she saw me come in, she gently closed the book and asked softly, "What's wrong?" "

I woke up for some reason and can't sleep."

"You miss your sister, don't you?" she smiled gently and turned off the bedside lamp. The summer moonlight outside the window was intense. Xia Qiu, dressed in white, her hair flowing like a waterfall, bathed in the moonlight before the bed, looked like a fairy descended from heaven. I stepped forward, embraced her tightly, and kissed her warm lips. One hand had already slipped inside, grasping her soft, warm place.

I don't know how much time passed, but her white dress had quietly slipped down. Xia Qiu knelt down, pulled down my already erect underwear, and my huge penis sprang out, her cherry lips taking it in. "Oh..." A tingling sensation spread through my lower body, and I couldn't help but start breathing heavily. Under the attack of her nimble lips and tongue, waves of pleasure washed over me. I held her head with both hands, thrusting forward, trying to go deeper, deeper still. Just as I was falling into my final frenzy, Xia Qiu suddenly stopped. I looked at her, confused, but she didn't say a word.

She looked at me with a half-smile, stretched out her slender body, and lay down on the floor. The moonlight bathed Xia Qiu's body in a mesmerizing glow, making her as beautiful as a flawless piece of white jade, immaculate and pure. "Take me," the beauty's cherry lips parted slightly, her soft voice seeming to drift from a distant paradise, dreamlike and ethereal.

"Can I... really can I...?" I murmured, momentarily dazed.

"Silly boy," those three words, seemingly a gentle scolding, were like a battle cry. I leaned down, gazing upon the beautiful body I knew so well, as if performing a final, sacred ritual, kissing Xia Qiu's eyes, her lips and tongue, her ears, her delicate nipples, her flat stomach, her sparse yet neat pubic hair... In her soft moans, I reached the overflowing, mysterious palace of spring.

Xia Qiu gently parted her legs, and I climbed on top of her. Her long, delicate fingers grasped my throbbing penis, leading me to the paradise I had dreamed of a thousand times. A tight, warm sensation washed over me, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace. "Gently, gently..." Xia Qiu pleaded breathlessly. But I wielded my scepter, thrusting violently into her palace. She moaned wantonly, panting heavily, the air thick with the scent of desire.

After what seemed like an eternity, she sat up, her legs wrapped around my waist, swaying violently up and down. Our intertwined bodies seemed inseparable, a dance of limbs unfolding, accompanied only by heavy, labored breathing in this night of passion. Beads of sweat seeped from her body, condensing on her nose and clinging to her temples. Xia Qiu's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed crimson, her large breasts heaving violently, her hair disheveled, she cried out, "Husband, take me, take me... ah... ah... I'm going to die..."

I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, a warm current accompanying pleasure coursing through me, my penis throbbing as if about to burst. Suddenly, an unprecedented feeling surged through my brain, as if all my energy had been released—exhaustion, pleasure, pleasure, exhaustion… a tidal wave of sensation washed over me. I thrust and trembled, wanting to scream! Xia Qiu, meanwhile, trembled uncontrollably and collapsed to the ground.

That night, I slept exceptionally well. The next day, I felt refreshed and performed well on my last exam. Stepping out of the exam hall, I ran home with a sense of relief. Xia Qiu was running in the gym on the first floor. She was wearing the same outfit I'd worn when I first met her: black shorts and a tank top, revealing her fair skin and long legs. She looked even more energetic than two years ago—the result of love! And her shapely buttocks, encased in her tight top, were incredibly sexy. Memories flooded back, and my little brother involuntarily stood erect again.

Seeing me approach, she smiled, pressed the stop button, and prepared to get off the treadmill. I stepped forward and lifted her from behind, my hands already slipping under her vest to grasp her large, sweaty breasts. "Ugh, I'm all sweaty," Xia Qiu said coquettishly, pretending to struggle free.

"Sister, your sweat smells good too, I want to taste it, good sister," I said cheekily, teasing her nipples. She exclaimed, "You little rascal, I don't want to be your sister, what kind of brother treats his sister like this?"

"Then how about you be my wife? Qiu'er... wife... baby... Qiu'er sister..." I babbled incoherently. Xia Qiu turned her head, and her two delicate lips sealed my mouth. Our lips and tongues played, and my hands increased the pressure of my kneading. Accompanied by her soft moans, my other hand moved downwards, tracing the beautiful pubic hair, reaching Xia Qiu's wet vulva, one finger probing inside, causing a pool of spring water to overflow.

While Xia Qiu was still not satisfied, I reached out and pulled her tight sports shorts down to her thighs. Her two plump, white buttocks seemed unable to contain themselves any longer, bouncing out. I pressed myself tightly against her body, my tongue licking her ear. Amid her wanton moans, I breathed into her ear and said, "Qiu'er, your ass is so beautiful, so sexy. Let me fuck your ass, okay?"

I don't know how I said such lewd words. Xia Qiu's body trembled, and her face turned even redder. She bent over slightly, arching her body forward, gripping the front bar of the treadmill tightly with both hands, sticking out her pert buttocks. With a "sizzle," my rock-hard penis slid between her plump, white buttocks. She cried out "Ah!" but her buttocks instinctively moved backward in response to my movements. I freed my hands and simply took off her top. I turned Xia Qiu's head and looked with her at the scene reflected in the huge mirror on the wall not far away. Her delicate face wore a slightly wanton expression. My hands kneaded her two soft, white breasts, my hard penis thrusting in and out of her tender, fleshy opening, the waves of flesh rippling like plowing through spring soil.

Xia Qiu was also extremely aroused, and soon she was moaning repeatedly, quickening the rhythm of her body, shouting like a madwoman: "Husband, fuck my ass, fuck me to death, I love you, I love you."

Outside the window, the sun blazed fiercely, the camphor trees cast deep shadows, and cicadas chirped. This mingled with the sounds of my iron rod thrusting in and out of Xia Qiu's snow-white buttocks, the squelching and slapping of her flesh, all within the air-conditioned room, along with Xia Qiu's moans and cries.

This frenzied lovemaking lasted for over an hour. Xia Qiu experienced countless orgasms, becoming unsteady on her feet and dazed. Finally, I made her kneel before the huge mirror, her snow-white buttocks raised high. I grabbed her breasts and, in a doggy-style position, unleashed a torrent of semen, then collapsed onto her.

(XII) Waiting for Love After two more days of passionate

lovemaking with Xia Qiu, at her constant urging, I finally returned to my hometown, which I hadn't seen for nearly a year. Half a month later, the good news arrived: I had been accepted into my ideal university in Beijing. I packed my bags, using the excuse of going to the university to pick up my acceptance letter, and eagerly returned to Shuishi, to the courtyard I had longed for day and night.

Pushing open the door to the main room, a pungent smell of smoke hit me, almost bringing tears to my eyes. My uncle, whom I hadn't seen for two years, sat in the darkness, his face grim, his figure even thinner and more haggard than before. "Uncle..." I called out in a panic, extremely guilty, "When did you get back?"

"Don't call me uncle," he growled hoarsely, his fingers trembling as he held the cigarette. His pale face twitched with emotion, and he coughed, saying, "Xia Qiu told me everything."

I was stunned, my mind blank. This day had finally come, so quickly. I fell to my knees with a thud, stammering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." My uncle remained silent. I dared not breathe, lacking even the courage to explain. "Don't be like this," he finally said after a long pause, waving his hand and gritting his teeth, "As your uncle, I hate you so much I want to kill you; as a man, I'm so jealous I want to kill you; but as Xia Qiu's ex-husband, I thank you."

I was stunned for a moment. My uncle continued, "Xia Qiu is a good woman, but unfortunately I'm not fortunate enough to have her. Now I only ask you one question: what do you plan to do?"

"I love her, I truly love her, I want to marry her, take her far away... In this life, I will not let her suffer even the slightest grievance..." I said , crying.

"Remember what you said today," my uncle said harshly, "If you betray her in the future..." He took out an envelope: "I won't tell your mother, and don't call me uncle anymore." I kowtowed three times, tears already blurring my vision. I ran upstairs with the envelope, and Xia Qiu's delicate handwriting came into view:

Xiao Zhe:

My love, my man, my only soul and flesh. Right now, as you read this letter, you must have been accepted into the best university. Congratulations! And I, carrying the most beautiful memories of this world, filled with deep love and longing, am on a plane bound for the other side of the ocean. My dear, please don't be sad yet, and please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, okay? Because this time, I'm not running away.

Twenty days ago, I received the divorce papers. When I gave you my whole heart and soul without reservation, I felt like the happiest woman in the world. I tasted the most wonderful flavor in the world, yet suddenly I felt so uneasy, so afraid. Because I love you so much, and I'm so afraid of losing this hard-won beauty. I often think, how could I possess such beauty in this world, how could I possess such an excellent you?

You are so young, so kind, so handsome, so intelligent, so passionate, and you have such captivating love. I am just an ordinary nurse, and my beauty will undoubtedly fade with time. After leaving behind your infatuation with my body, will your love remain the same? For the first time in twenty-five years, I felt inferior, I felt fear, and for the first time, I began to worry that I wasn't good enough for you.

Studying art in America had been my dream for many years. My aunt, who lives there, had been encouraging me for so many years. Now, I've finally made my decision. Xiao Zhe, in a sense, you illuminated my life and gave me courage. At the same time, this will also be a solemn promise and a test for us. You can do anything you want in these four years. Four years later, if you still love me, please come and marry me.

My man, please don't be sad.

I believe in you, I believe in love.

I will wait for you, until the end of time.

As the sun sets, I wipe away my tears, carefully fold the letter I've read countless times, shoulder my heavy luggage, bow one last time to my uncle, push open the door, and walk into the distance.

(The End)

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