Flowers and His Brother (The End)

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October in this southern city is always so pleasant, without any chill of early winter. The park is still lush and green. Qin Hao, who had just finished his morning run, saw an aunt selling a basket of freshly picked roses by the greenway in the park. So he bought one, tucked it into his waistband, and rode his bicycle, which he had parked in the parking spot that morning, towards a nearby residential area. The flowers had just woken up, stretching and preparing to get up, when suddenly she heard the sound of the door lock. Then someone wearing slippers quietly walked into the bedroom. She quietly lifted the air-conditioning blanket covering her, revealing only a nightgown rolled up above her hips. She hadn't worn underwear all night, exposing her bare lower body. The slight coolness made her legs tighten slightly, and she felt a warm current sweep across her vagina.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep. Qin Hao, holding a rose, pushed open the bedroom door. He saw that Hua'er wasn't covered by a blanket; her nightgown was rolled up to her waist, and one breast peeked out from under the straps, perky and pointed. Especially noticeable was her vulva, which he had played with all night, also exposed. A small amount of dark, glossy pubic hair covered the little opening he loved. Hua'er's figure was slightly fuller than other girls, but still fell into the category of large breasts, wide hips, and a slender waist. Her nipples were small and pink, and her skin was white and delicate. She now looked like one of those Greek goddesses who had stepped out of an oil painting. Lying there quietly, Qin Hao walked over and gently brushed the rose against her exposed breasts. He then lightly licked her nipple with his tongue, and, not satisfied, gave it a small suck. The nipple instantly hardened. Qin Hao smiled, placed the rose on her pillow, suppressed his aroused desire, and got up to get his clothes to take a shower. "Brother," a murmur sounded from behind, and a hand grabbed his waistband. Qin Hao turned around and saw Hua'er smiling, her watery eyes looking at him with a hint of coquettishness. One hand held his waistband, while the other covered her vulva. "Brother, I'm a little itchy here."
Hua'er slowly spread her legs, revealing her entire vulva. "Look," she said, then gently pried open her vulva with both hands, revealing her pink labia and clitoris. Hua'er gently moved her hips, and her vulva trembled slightly. A glint of light shone through, and Qin Hao felt a surge of heat throughout his body. The desire that he hadn't fully suppressed just moments before suddenly ignited. "Little vixen, you're courting death!"
Qin Hao affectionately touched her lower body, causing her to let out a soft "ah." Then Qin Hao grabbed Hua'er and carried her to the bathroom. He bit her earlobe and whispered in her magnetic voice, "Wasn't it enough for me to pamper you last night? I'll let you have your fun later. Say it, I like you fucking me, let me hear it." He
then kissed her forehead. "Say it now."
Qin Hao's lips moved closer to Hua'er's chest. Hua'er squirmed in his arms, her soft voice drifting out, "Brother, I love it when you fuck my little pussy."
Holding Hua'er tightly, Qin Hao strode into the bathroom. Soon, the sounds of slapping and Hua'er's moans filled the air, occasionally punctuated by Qin Hao's deep, soft growls, "Baby Hua, I love fucking your pussy." Qin Hao settled Hua'er down and let her fall into a sweet sleep again. It was two hours later when he arrived at the company. It was already around ten o'clock. Anyway, the company was owned by him and another partner, and no one was checking up on him. It's alright if it's a little late. His secretary brought over the materials he needed to review today, and he began to read them carefully, thinking about how to squeeze in two days to take Huahua to school. Huahua was eighteen years old this year and had just been admitted to a university in a neighboring city. Her new school would start in two days. He had to take her there. Qin Hao was twelve years older than Huahua. The first time he saw her, he hugged her. That year, he and his mother visited Huahua's house, and Huahua had just turned one month old. Their two mothers were good friends; one married young, and the other had children late. Qin Hao still clearly remembered their mothers' conversation: "Your daughter is too young. Why don't you marry her to my Hao'er?"
"Who told you to get married so early? Whether they're destined to be together or not is up to them in the future. But I'm sure my Hua'er will have a good older brother, right?" Hua'er's mother turned to Qin Hao, who was standing beside her, and said. Qin Hao looked at the adorable little bundle of flesh in Hua'er's mother's arms. The "little bundle" was sleeping soundly in Hua'er's mother's arms, smelling of milk. "Call me brother, call me brother." Hua'er's mother gently shook her daughter in her arms. "Don't shake her. It's really strange that she can call me brother at such a young age."
Hao's mother stopped her and took Hua'er from Hua'er's mother's arms. Just then, Qin Hao saw Hua'er open her eyes, grin at him, and then fall asleep again. "Look, look, she knows! She smiled at Qin Hao."
Hua'er's mother exclaimed excitedly. "These are all unconscious behaviors of babies. Look how happy you are." Hao's mother was also very happy. "But I like Hua'er too. Either she can be my daughter-in-law or my goddaughter. Qin Hao, give her a hug."
Hao's mother put Hua'er into Qin Hao's arms. Qin Hao held her tightly, then suddenly felt a warmth on his hand. Looking down, he saw water dripping from it. "Hahaha, she peed! She peed! Qin Hao, your wife recognizes you!" A large group of people around them burst into laughter. Then, in front of Qin Hao, Hua'er's mother changed her diaper. That day was the first time Qin Hao saw Hua'er, and also the first time he saw a woman's genitals (though only in their rudimentary form). They were delicate, tender, and empty except for a small, barely visible slit. That day, Qin Hao stood there, his face flushed, unsure whether it was from the laughter or from seeing that slit. That evening, while watching TV, the adults joked about him. When he held Hua'er again, looking at her sleeping peacefully, a strange feeling quietly took root in his heart. From that year on, every winter and summer vacation, he would see Hua'er and learn to change her diapers and feed her. Every time the mothers played mahjong, someone would say, "Hao'er, take Huahua out to play. Don't let her bother me."
He watched Hua'er grow up year by year. Hua'er could crawl, Hua'er could walk, and when Hua'er could call people, besides "Dad" and "Mom," she could also call "brother." He remembered that when Hua'er could call "brother," she kept calling him. Whenever she saw him, she would want to be hugged and happily follow him step by step. This made the little boy who was a big shot at school as gentle as water when he saw Hua'er at home. Of course, he also saw Hua'er's little "sister" time and time again, watching "her" grow up day by day. Several times, taking advantage of the opportunity to change her pants, he couldn't help but touch her a few times. Afraid of hurting Hua Hua, he suppressed the urge to open her up and look. In his third year of junior high, he touched a girl's vulva in the woods and tried to insert his penis into her vulva. But his mind kept replaying Hua Hua's small, clean, hairless, tightly closed "little sister," which excited him greatly. He immediately inserted himself, hugged the girl tightly, and had his first time. When Hua Hua woke up, it was almost noon. She lazily stretched her body, feeling every part of her gradually awakening. She remembered her brother carrying her from the bathroom to bed, kissing her all over her body before leaving. She got off the bed, completely naked. These days, with her brother, she rarely dressed properly. She opened the wardrobe, which contained a large full-length mirror. Hua Hua was 1.65 meters tall and weighed over 130 kilograms, all thanks to her love of food. Compared to the other girls in her dormitory who weighed over 100 kilograms, she felt like a big fat girl. But her brother said it was perfect. As soon as he heard she wanted to lose weight, he immediately made some delicious food to dispel her thoughts. The girl in the mirror was plump and well-proportioned, with full, firm breasts and pink nipples with faint areolas. Her long-term love of mountain climbing had left Hua'er with no excess fat around her waist, a flat stomach, long and strong thighs, and a slightly upturned buttock. Hua'er turned slightly and looked at her pert buttocks, the place her brother liked to pat. He said it felt bouncy and round, making him want to touch it. The black triangle between her legs was her brother's favorite little pussy. Hua'er slightly parted her legs, and there was a round lip print near her vulva, where her brother had bitten her earlier. Her brother always did this; he wouldn't give up until he left a mark on her. In Hua'er's memory, her brother had always been there without question. From the time she could remember, her brother's shadow had been there. In front of him, she was never on guard. That summer when she was in fifth grade. As soon as her parents, both teachers, went traveling the world during their holidays, leaving Hua'er at Qin Hao's house as usual. It was a late afternoon when Hua'er woke up and realized something was wrong. Her lower abdomen ached, her whole body ached, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Sitting on the bed in a daze, Hua'er felt a warm flow from her genitals. She pulled down her pants and saw a large red stain on her pink underwear. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she immediately cried out,
"Brother, brother, something's happened! Come quick!"
Qin Hao, a university student preparing for graduate school entrance exams, was ordered by his mother to stay home and take care of Hua Hua. He was reading next door when he heard Hua Hua scream. He dropped his book and ran to her room. He found Hua Hua sitting on the bed, clutching the blanket and crying out in terror, "What's wrong? Did I have a nightmare?"
Qin Hao touched Hua Hua's forehead. "Brother, you're bleeding,"
Hua Hua said, her voice trembling with tears. Hua Hua threw back the blanket, pulling up her blood-stained underwear to show Qin Hao. At eleven or twelve, Hua Hua already had the beginnings of a young woman's figure. Well-nourished and athletic, she was more developed than most girls. A slight bulge was visible on her nightgown, and a few light-colored pubic hairs peeked out from the pulled-up waistband. Seeing Hua Hua's terrified eyes, Qin Hao hugged her.
"It's okay, this means Hua Hua is growing up. It's a good thing. With brother here, don't be afraid of anything."
He carried Hua Hua to the bathroom.
"Come on, let me help you."
Entering the bathroom, Qin Hao adjusted the water temperature and told Hua'er to wash herself, but Hua'er clung tightly to him, refusing to let him leave. Having no other choice, Qin Hao had Hua'er stand in the bathtub, removed the showerhead, took off her panties, and spread her legs to wash her. A thin layer of pubic hair had begun to grow sparsely on Hua'er's mons pubis, making her slightly swollen mons pubis look like a small steamed bun. "Brother, is it ugly to have hair?"
Hua'er asked quietly, seeing her brother intently looking at her genitals. "It's not ugly," Qin Hao said, glancing at Hua'er and kissing her cheek. Although some hair had grown on her clean mons pubis, it still appeared white and tender. Qin Hao, his breath growing heavier, held his breath and gently pried open the slit with his other hand, revealing the tender clitoris, a virgin territory that had never been touched before. "Brother, it itches so much when I wash there."
Actually, Qin Hao had been aroused ever since he took off Hua'er's panties. Hearing the word "itchy," his erection grew harder and harder, making him feel uncomfortable. He tried hard to control his hand from touching that place that was both familiar and strange to him. "Okay, we've washed up."
Qin Hao wrapped Hua'er in a bath towel and placed her on the sofa. He instructed, "Brother is going out to buy some things and will be right back. Don't move around too much, or you'll bleed again."
"Okay," Hua'er obediently replied.
"I want to eat chocolate," she added. "You little glutton."
He pinched her still chubby cheeks and went out to the community supermarket to buy her what she needed.
Returning from the supermarket, his face was flushed. Whether it was because it was his first time buying something for a woman, or because his erection was still throbbing, he didn't know. He leisurely munched on a chocolate bar, watching his brother, Hao, frantically instructing her on how to use a sanitary napkin according to the instructions. Hua'er's worries vanished. "Brother, you said getting my period means I'm all grown up.
What can I do when I'm all grown up?" "You can do anything when you're all grown up. Come on, go to the bathroom and do this yourself." "
I want brother to do it,"
Hua Hua said casually, licking her chocolate. Qin Hao glanced at Hua'er's big, watery eyes, then at the mess she made of chocolate on her lips.
"Okay, lie down on the sofa."
Hua'er lay down, and Qin Hao unwrapped the towel covering her lower body, slightly parting her legs. Her strong, slender legs, her mons pubis like a small steamed bun, and her beautiful, mysterious, and slightly white triangle area made Qin Hao unable to control his hands. "Let brother see if it's still flowing."
Qin Hao used his hand to part her labia minora, revealing her tender little flower core. Then he gently touched that little flower core with his middle finger. Hua'er involuntarily squeezed her legs together, trapping his finger between them. Qin Hao gently thrust his hand between Hua'er's legs, rubbing her mons pubis. "Hua'er, tell brother, do you like brother touching you like this?"
"Yes, it tickles and feels warm when brother touches me."
"Do you like others touching you?" Qin Hao asked tentatively.
"Hua'er likes brother touching her."
Qin Hao lowered his body, bringing his ear close to Hua'er's ear, and pinched her mons pubis with his hand. Whispering, "Remember, only brother can touch this. This belongs to brother."
With chocolate smeared on her lips, Hua'er kissed her brother's cheek. "You belong to Hua'er too."
Qin Hao stretched out his hands and hugged Hua'er tightly, wanting to pull her into his body. "Hua'er, grow up quickly. If you don't grow up, brother won't be able to hold back."
He muttered fiercely to himself. After taking care of Hua'er, Qin Hao took a shower and released himself with his five fingers. He leaned against the bathroom wall, panting heavily, his mind flashing with Hua'er's white and tender little pussy, unable to calm down for a long time. In fact, apart from Hua'er, the apple of his eye, Qin Hao had never lacked women around him.
Qin Hao excelled academically from a young age and loved sports, always a popular figure at school. Standing at 1.83 meters tall, he possessed a sharply defined, sculpted face—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm hips—a result of his long-term love of basketball. Even after starting work as an adult, he frequently played basketball. Sometimes, when he got into the swing of things, he would take off his shirt, enough to elicit screams from the entire arena. His lips, in particular, had a perfectly curved shape, seemingly always carrying a smile. It was this smile that made many women feel instantly at ease, willing to fall deeply in love. But how much of it was genuine, only Qin Hao himself knew. His first real encounter with a woman was in junior high school. By his third year of junior high, Qin Hao was already 1.7 meters tall, having loved basketball since childhood, and was noticeably taller than others. Good genes made him stand out even in junior high. At that time, Qin Hao's father hadn't yet entered politics; he was an active-duty soldier, and his mother was a music teacher at a middle school.
One night during his final year of junior high, Qin Hao, half-asleep, heard intermittent groans, sometimes soft, sometimes loud. He quickly got up and left his room, finding his father's luggage on the sofa in the living room. It turned out his father had returned while he was asleep; the sounds were coming from his mother's bedroom. Curious, Qin Hao tiptoed towards their bedroom. The door wasn't fully locked, and he quietly pushed it open a crack. He saw his father kneeling naked on the bed, his spine clearly visible – a strong back and firm, shapely buttocks. Two pale, white thighs draped over his shoulders. His father held the white flesh tightly in front of him, his head bowed as he sucked on something. Qin Hao couldn't see his mother's body, only that her toes sometimes pointed and sometimes hooked. His father's sucking grew louder, as if he were sucking on some liquid, making smacking sounds that were particularly clear in the quiet night. He stopped, one hand holding his mother's white body, the other hand thrusting vigorously in front of her, emitting a blush-inducing, gurgling sound. "Yingzi, so much water, you want it, don't you? Do you like me touching your pussy?"
"Lick me to death, touch me to death..."
his mother cried out, her voice laced with low moans. No wonder she was a music teacher with a background in dance. The mother, who was upside down, suddenly used both hands to forcefully spread her thighs into a split. "Ahhh, it's coming, it's coming..." Her legs twitched incessantly, and the sounds coming from her mouth were full of satisfaction. Just then, the father quickly put the mother's legs down, then bent down and thrust his waist forward. The mother, who had just stopped moaning, let out another satisfied and excited "Ahhh!" "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death with your big treasure." The mother's voice "floated" up. "I've missed you so much, I miss your cunt every day." The father thrust forward while biting the mother's ear and saying this with the up and down of the father's hips. Hao saw his father's penis inserted into his mother's dark vulva, and there was some white stuff at the point of contact. Qin Hao quietly left their bedroom and returned to his own room. Images of his parents' intercourse would flash through his mind, sometimes he'd think of Hua Hua's still-slit vulva, sometimes he'd recall the Japanese porn he'd seen, and then he'd touch his already aching erection… The next morning, Qin Hao woke up somewhat dazed. While eating breakfast at the table, he didn't dare look up at his parents. Looking down at his mother's feet in slippers, he remembered her pale thighs. His father patted his head and said in a teasing tone…
"What's wrong? Did you do something wrong? Are you a little scared when you see me come back?"
He looked up at his father's sharply defined face, recalling the ambiguous sucking sounds, and his lower body involuntarily twitched. His mother was unusually radiant this morning. "Our Qin Hao would never do anything wrong. Yesterday, the homeroom teacher even called to say that he got first place in the class again in the midterm exams, and that I need to speak at the parent-teacher conference."
"Eat quickly, then go to school. I'll be back for a while this time, and I'll attend your parent-teacher conference so I can show off a bit."
Under his parents' doting gaze, Qin Hao quickly ran off like the wind. The voice that had made him blush last night kept echoing in his ears, making him afraid to look them in the eye. Being touched by them felt like a fire spreading through his body; it was truly unsettling. Xie Ying was a beautiful girl. At fifteen, she was already starting to develop. Although she was thin and not very fleshy, the buds of her breasts were beginning to form. She was 1.6 meters tall, and her parents had her practice dance since she was little. She had a slender figure and a graceful walk. From childhood to adulthood, she was the object of attention for boys at school, but she had high standards and rarely gave anyone else a second glance.
The only person she looked at differently was Qin Hao; they had been classmates from elementary to middle school. The two were about the same age, she was one day older than Qin Hao, and their parents knew each other well, exchanging birthday wishes. In junior high, she was the class's entertainment committee member, and Qin Hao was the class monitor. They often spent time together on activities, and Xie Ying, who was usually aloof to others, was always cheerful and talkative with Qin Hao. Some classmates noticed something amiss and whispered rumors that they were dating. Hearing these rumors, Xie Ying never explained, only smiling faintly. In fact, since entering junior high, her innocent girlish heart had begun to stir. The image of that tall, handsome boy had been etched in her mind. Taking advantage of their familiarity, she often uninvitedly helped him tidy up his clothes he left behind while playing basketball, or brought him a glass of water. She sensed that Qin Hao never refused her doing these things for him, and he tacitly accepted it. Deep down, she had been completely captivated by him. Qin Hao was already aware of Xie Ying's actions. Adolescent boys are naturally curious about girls, especially when the prettiest girl in the grade, Xie Ying, is giving him flirtatious glances. He just smiles, neither making a direct advance nor rejecting her. Sometimes at night, her image appears in his sexual dreams. Qin Hao, who had escaped from the breakfast table that morning, entered the classroom. Many classmates were already there, some eating breakfast, others whispering amongst themselves. Just as he sat down, Xie Ying walked to his desk and handed him a notice. "This is the notice for the New Year's Day performance. It just came out. Take a look. The homeroom teacher wants me to discuss it with you and see how to arrange it."
It was early autumn, and the weather hadn't turned cool yet. Xie Ying was wearing a school uniform skirt, revealing a pair of long, white legs underneath. Seeing those slender legs, Qin Hao's lower body twitched again. 'Looks like this isn't going to end anytime soon.' Qin Hao couldn't help but feel annoyed with his own penis.
He glanced at the contents of the notice.
"Do whatever you want," he said curtly. The mere
mention of the word "do" brought back images of those two bodies locked in a fierce battle on the bed yesterday, and he felt a surge of heat rush to his groin. He looked up and saw Xie Ying staring at him with wide, watery eyes, puzzled. He glanced down and saw the small bulge on her chest. A thought struck him, and he said gently,
"Okay, let's find a time and place today to talk this over and see what to do."
Xie Ying grinned, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Alright, we'll talk about it later."
Watching her slender figure and slightly upturned buttocks disappear into the distance, he began to plan. His restless heart began to calm down as his thoughts settled. During the fifth period of PE class that morning, the two decided to discuss the performance in the classroom. After all the other students left, Qin Hao suggested to Xie Ying that they go to the grove near the cafeteria to talk. It was quiet there, close to the cafeteria, and they could eat right away afterward. Xie Ying smiled, packed her things, and left the classroom with Qin Hao. The grove was what everyone jokingly called "Lovers' Island." Hearing that they were going to the grove, Xie Ying's heart began to pound. She had admired Qin Hao for so long, but he had never made a clear statement, leaving her feeling constantly fluctuating. Now, hearing him suggest going to the grove, she felt a surge of excitement and joy. Watching Qin Hao's broad shoulders and narrow hips as he walked ahead, a sweet tremor welled up inside her. Besides the trees forming a forest, the grove also had a small river that flowed gently around the school.
Usually, late at night, couples would often be seen whispering sweet nothings there. The Political Education Office often had people checking here, but no one came during the day because everyone was in class. The early autumn sun wasn't as strong as in summer; sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, illuminating the grass. The shade of the trees created dappled patterns of sunlight and shadow, a tranquil atmosphere. But this atmosphere didn't match Qin Hao's inner turmoil. He walked calmly into the depths of the woods, outwardly composed, but inwardly a turbulent heat. Reaching a wooden bench in the woods, he turned to look at Xie Ying. Seeing him turn around, Xie Ying lowered her head, a blush spreading across her face and neck, making Qin Hao's gaze fixed on her. Qin Hao approached Xie Ying and took her hand. Xie Ying lowered her head even further. The blush on her face deepened, radiating an alluring glow. He couldn't resist touching her smooth, seemingly dewy face. Xie Ying didn't move, letting his hand glide across her cheek, to her eyebrows, then her nose, and finally resting on her lips.
His hand circled her lips, round and round. Gently, as if brushing a feather against her heart, it stirred a strange warmth within her. His other hand lifted her chin; she tilted her head back slightly and shyly closed her eyes. Qin Hao looked at Xie Ying with her eyes closed; her eyelashes trembled slightly, betraying her nervousness. Her lips parted slightly, appearing full and rosy under his caress. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. Two young people, experiencing their first stirrings of love, embarked on their sexual journey. Although it was their first kiss, Qin Hao shed the panicked impulse he felt when he first entered the woods, and instead gradually calmed down. He used his tongue to pry open Xie Ying's lips and began to stir within her mouth. Xie Ying, probably a first-timer, responded clumsily, allowing Qin Hao to freely enter and suckle her mouth. Qin Hao's movements grew larger, and he held Xie Ying tightly. Xie Ying felt a little short of breath and couldn't help but murmur, "Mmm, mmm." Xie Ying began to struggle slightly. Qin Hao stopped, and Xie Ying said coquettishly,
"I can't breathe."
Her blushing face and charming shyness made Qin Hao unable to resist. "Do you like it?"
he whispered in her ear. Xie Ying shyly buried her face in his chest and nodded gently. Seeing this, Qin Hao slowly slipped his hand under her back, stroking her smooth skin. "I want to touch here."
His hand touched her breasts, gently pinching them through her bra. Not big, small, but firm and elastic. Xie Ying buried her head even tighter in his chest, neither nodding nor objecting. He gently pulled up her bra, and he touched real breasts, touched delicate nipples.
It was different from what he usually saw online and on his phone; this was so real, and he became more and more excited. He abruptly pulled up her shirt, revealing her small, firm breasts, pointed like tiny white lotus pods with pink areolas at the tips. He couldn't resist biting the delicate areolas, first gently nibbling, then beginning to suckle forcefully. With each squeeze and suck, Xie Ying felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, her legs went weak, and she could only cling to Qin Hao's body with her arms. Noticing her weakness, Qin Hao picked her up and sat her on the bench. Xie Ying's clothes were now pulled up below her neck, her breasts exposed to Qin Hao's eyes. She shyly hid her face under his shoulders, her two small, pointed breasts trembling slightly with her rapid breathing. He gently flicked her nipples with his fingers, and Xie Ying let out a soft sigh, opening her mouth to gently bite his shoulder. "I want to see here."
He placed his hand between her crossed legs. Xie Ying slightly twisted her body, indicating that she couldn't. "I just want to look. I've never seen them before."
He whispered in her ear, and she buried her head even tighter. Her legs clamped together even tighter than before. "I'll just look, I won't do anything."
Qin Hao lowered his head, his lips moving from her ear to her nipple, and gently sucked on it. He pulled Xie Ying closer to him with one hand, while his other hand slowly slid down to her thigh, lifting her skirt to her waist. Feeling this, Xie Ying shifted her body. Qin Hao opened his mouth wide and suddenly took half of her breast into his mouth, kneading it with his mouth. She involuntarily hugged Qin Hao's head, moaning softly.
His hand broke through all the obstacles and finally touched the place Qin Hao had been thinking about since last night. His head was still buried in Xie Ying's breast, his hands holding her tightly, making it impossible for her upper body to move.
Xie Ying's legs were tightly pressed together. He felt a soft, fleshy little mound with some sparse hairs on it, so he began to rub that fleshy mound and gently pull on the hairs every now and then.
Suddenly, he felt a small crevice at the bottom of that fleshy area. He gently inserted a finger, rubbed it, inserted it again, and rubbed it again. His finger touched a small hard spot. Xie Ying's body twitched slightly after he touched it, and her mouth bit his shoulder again. So his finger didn't leave that small spot. He rubbed it clockwise and counterclockwise, and the area where his finger was became increasingly slippery. So he applied a little more force and inserted it deeper and deeper. Qin Hao knew what he had touched. This was thanks to the benefits of watching porn on his phone. He hadn't eaten pork, but he often watched pigs run. Holding Xie Ying's hand, he felt her body becoming softer and softer.
"Mmm~~, don't touch me anymore, ah~~ don't touch me anymore~~"
But her legs began to loosen. Taking advantage of her loosening, Qin Hao easily inserted two fingers. With his insertion, Xie Ying let out a soft "pain."
"Let me see."
Qin Hao lifted Xie Ying's upper body with one hand and pulled her panties down to her knees with the other, exposing her lower body to him. She shyly tried to cover herself with one hand, but Qin Hao wouldn't let her. He forced her hand behind her back, immobilizing her.
It was the vulva of a fifteen-year-old girl, not yet completely covered by pubic hair, revealing her fair skin. Her mons pubis was slightly raised, and because Qin Hao had touched her, the vulva of this virgin territory was slightly open, revealing some glistening substance—the love fluid he had just touched. Qin Hao parted the slit with his fingers and saw a small pink bulge inside. He gently pressed it, and Xie Ying moved slightly. "Does it feel good?"
She didn't answer. She just buried her face in his neck. Qin Hao was already very aroused. He lifted Xie Ying with both hands, quickly pulling one of her legs out of her underwear, and made her straddle him. "Let me show you a treasure."
He pulled down his pants, and Xie Ying's hand was drawn to the erect penis that made her heart race. She felt it was hard and hot, and couldn't help but glance at it. A pink glans appeared before her eyes, with a little bit of precum already seeping from the glans. The penis of a fifteen-year-old boy was still a little pinkish, but it was already taking shape, trembling slightly. "Do you like it?"
Xie Ying closed her eyes shyly. She wanted to get off Qin Hao, but Qin Hao's hands held her tightly. "Don't do this."
She gently resisted and twisted her body. She gently pulled her hand away, wanting to cover her genitals. Suddenly, she felt a soft touch, right on her most sensitive spot. With that touch, a tremor slowly seeped from her genitals, surging through her entire body like a tide, making her weak and powerless. Deep down, she craved a deeper and more intense touch. Her hands no longer resisted, and her muscles began to tighten from a state of limpness. She embraced Qin Hao, her hips slowly contracting. Qin Hao was currently pressing his glans against Xie Ying's clitoris, gently rubbing it. The glans and the love juice on her vulva had long since mingled, and her clitoris grew harder and larger with each rub.
Xie Ying's breathing quickened, her hips contracted and rose, her thighs beginning to separate from his.
Qin Hao's breathing grew heavier, the stimulation on his glans sending a continuous electric current through his body before returning to its origin, seeking even greater stimulation. He rubbed harder and more vigorously, the movements becoming larger and larger. Xie Ying's clitoris grew larger and harder, her thighs tensing more and more. Suddenly, a shiver ran through her as she felt a warm flow from her vagina. "I can't take it anymore, stop, I think I peed, ah..."
Xie Ying moaned. In the blink of an eye, as soon as she finished speaking, Qin Hao felt a warm flow wash over his glans. He felt... Her vagina became even wetter, and with this surge of heat, he aimed his penis at her vulva and thrust forward forcefully. His entire shaft plunged into her vagina in an instant. A tight, warm sensation instantly enveloped his entire penis, accompanied by waves of contractions. Heat erupted from his glans, then surged throughout his body, finally converging at his genitals, making his penis harder and harder. His mind went blank, his whole body tensed and began to convulse. Before her trembling had completely subsided, she felt something powerful penetrate her body. A "no" was still uttered... There was no way out. A sharp pain pierced her entire body. Before she could even react to the pain, a surge of pleasure came from deep within her vagina. The pleasure overshadowed the sting, a painful yet pleasurable sensation that made her bite his shoulder again, this time with more force and depth than before. Xie Ying didn't know whether she wanted it or not; she couldn't control herself anymore, only able to bounce up and down with Qin Hao's hand. Whether it was the pain in her shoulder or the intense pleasure, Qin Hao let out a deep roar from deep within his throat, "Ah, so good!" He ejaculated all his passion deep into Xie Ying's body. She was already limp on his shoulder. And so, on this sunny day, in less than a class period, Xie Ying transformed from a fifteen-year-old girl into a woman. She held nothing back, and had no regrets. Painfully and joyfully, she gave herself completely to Qin Hao. Even in the long days that followed without Qin Hao, she still felt happy when she recalled this moment. Her first time wasn't so shameful. She had received Qin Hao's first time, and in that first time, she even experienced an orgasm. Only a considerate man could do that. At that moment, he belonged to her. When Qin Hao first had sex with a woman, Hua'er was only three years old. Her vagina was just a small slit, tightly closed. He had once gently parted the flower while it slept, but inside the slit was another slit, revealing a tiny, delicate bud like a sesame seed. Qin Hao smelled it; the little bud smelled sweet. At that moment, looking at the sleeping flower, Qin Hao thought, "This is my little wife, this is my little bud. I will wait for her to grow up slowly." [The End] Ye Xuanxingchen Gold Coins +11 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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