Incestuous Love Affairs

Incestuous Affairs Chronicle

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) (Part 1) My childhood memories of my uncle and sister

are filled with incestuous feelings.

My family lived in one of a row of illegal buildings in Taipei. The adults there spent their leisure time playing cards. So sometimes, our big bed would be filled with the children of my parents and their card-playing partners. Of course, I was happy to be there too, because at that time, I could always sleep with my sister.
My sister was very good to me. She would always wait until the children were asleep, then put her hand under my blanket, gently pull down my pants, and hug me tightly. Actually, at the time, I didn't quite understand what she was doing. I just felt that my little penis, like it was swimming in water, always had the feeling of being able to relieve myself after a urge to urinate, which was very comfortable.

Of course, there was a reason why I could receive such special service from my sister.

I remember it was a Sunday morning, and my parents had gone to someone's house to play cards. When I got up, the house was quiet. I'm used to this situation, at least on weekends; it's a common occurrence in my house.

I rubbed my eyes and went into the front room across the hallway from the kitchen, past my parents' bed, intending to go to the living room to see if my sister, who wasn't sleeping, had gone out with Mom and Dad. But I found her sitting on my uncle's lap with her back to me, holding a calligraphy brush, making the same sounds I make when I'm sick. My uncle, as if teaching her calligraphy, had one arm around her waist and the other holding her right hand, his head resting on her shoulder.
"Oh! So my sister's practicing calligraphy!"

That's one of my least favorite tasks; I wanted to escape outside to play house with Ah-Hua to avoid being dragged into calligraphy practice like my sister.

"Hmm! Uncle's pants look a bit strange!"

I looked at the space beside the swaying chair, noticing the protruding belt, feeling a bit curious.
My eyes involuntarily followed the belt, and I saw my sister's skirt lifted up to my uncle's lower abdomen, revealing a round, black rod at the base of her slender, white thigh, appearing and disappearing with her movements…

“Uncle, what game are you playing?” I quietly approached them and suddenly asked.
“Brother…”

“No, I’m teaching her to write…” My uncle and sister were both startled, then spoke almost simultaneously.
Of course, my uncle nervously pulled my sister's skirt down to cover their intimate parts.
I knew they were lying to me. My neighbor, “comrade” Ahua, and I had once played marbles and played mahjong in the back alley, and I had inadvertently peeked through Guo Gege’s screen window, watching him, like my uncle and sister, have his sister on top of him, except they weren’t wearing clothes!

I stared at them, looking incredulous.

Seeing this, my uncle shifted his body and laboriously pulled a red ten-yuan note from his pocket.

"Go! Go out and play."

"I want to 'join'!" (参 means to join or be together at that time)

"You want to write?!" My uncle knew I hated writing with a brush, so he pretended to be angry to scare me.
I stuck out my tongue, grabbed the ten yuan, and ran out quickly. All I could hear was my uncle's words, "Don't tell your mother, you hear me?!"

Whatever! Ten yuan could buy me and Ah Hua a lot of things to eat!

From then on, my uncle often took my sister and me to the movies or to play around. Although I would never see them for a long time after they went out, the gifts or candies I received made me not pay much attention to where they went, not to mention my sister's occasional special services!

This situation continued until my uncle died, when I was ten years old.

(II)

During my childhood summer and winter vacations, I would always go with my aunt to play at my grandmother's house near the mountains for several days.
Actually, it wasn't that fun there. After getting off the train at the small train station, it was a long, long walk. Sometimes, even though we could hitch a ride on an oxcart belonging to an acquaintance, the bumpy cobblestone road, the slow pace of the ox, and its pungent smell often made my cousin and I jump up and down to relieve the irritation in our noses.

The reason my cousin and I wanted to go to my grandmother's house wasn't because of the bamboo shoots that often fell from the bamboo grove, or the large-bellied fish in the stream, and certainly not the centipede longer than my forearm. Actually, it was my aunt Shuzhen who always made me beg to go with her.

Aunt Shuzhen was my fifth uncle's youngest daughter. She was a year older than me and a year younger than my cousin. She was very wild and a fast runner. During the day, she would always tease and bully me, and I could never catch her. So, I always hated her to the core. But at night, she was like a different person. She liked to stick close to my cousin and me, hiding under the mosquito net, pinching and massaging our backs or bodies, and sometimes telling us stories.

In the countryside, people go to bed early and get up early. The men were busy working in the fields early in the morning, while the women mostly went to the river to wash clothes or chat. The rest of the time, mostly kids like us, played hide-and-seek and hopscotch near the houses.

I don't quite remember what day it was, only that it was long after dawn. I was fast asleep when I felt the bed shaking violently, like an earthquake. I slightly opened my eyes and saw my cousin's thick quilt bobbing up and down unusually. I thought maybe my cousin and aunt were playing "wrestling" again!

My aunt sometimes played with me, but I was much stronger than her and always on top of her, so I would kick and punch her until she couldn't take off my pants and gave up (the rule of our game was that whoever could take off the other's pants had to be punished by the winner, and the punishment was decided by the winner).

I suddenly pulled the quilt off my cousin…

"Cousin won… Hey! Why aren't either of them wearing pants?!" I stared at them, just like my cousin and aunt.

"Oh... Oh!"

I watched as my cousin's penis slowly slid out of my aunt's white, fleshy hole. I wagged my index finger at them, pretending to rush out and tell my aunt or great-aunt.

Suddenly, my cousin grabbed me, and my aunt pressed down on me.

"Hey! If you tell anyone, I'll never talk to you again!" My aunt pouted, her eyes almost brimming with tears.
"I don't care! It's your fault for always bullying me!" I ignored her and struggled to separate them.

"Don't tell anyone! Let you 'play' too! Okay?" (meaning to play) my cousin suggested, grabbing my hand and placing it on my aunt's vulva.

"You played too!" my cousin muttered, rubbing my hand up and down on my aunt's wet vulva.
"It doesn't count! I didn't." I forcefully pulled my hand back, looking at the remaining moisture on my palm.

"Ugh... so dirty! Aunt... peed...!" I shouted loudly.

My cousin quickly covered my mouth, gesturing for me to look at my aunt and think of a way to stop him.

Seeing my stubbornness, my aunt quickly pulled down my pants, facing me directly. She grabbed my soft penis with one hand and parted her plump, white labia with the other, half-squatting down and swaying her firm buttocks back and forth.

Watching my aunt's movements, I couldn't help but recall the familiar scene with my uncle and sister, and my penis inexplicably began to thrust upwards.

"So small and already so naughty!"

My aunt probably knew I wouldn't tell on her, so she straightened my penis, pointing it towards her vulva, and smiled triumphantly…

(III) Peeping

After I entered junior high school, my family's illegal construction was demolished, and we were relocated to a tiny public housing apartment of about 10 pings (approximately 3.3 square meters). It was a very cramped space. My parents, probably noticing my prominent Adam's apple and the clear fluid that often stained my underwear, divided that 10 pings into four rooms.

Thinking about how my older sister's "special services" had been separated by the new cubicles, I felt really bad. Furthermore, I had developed some naive fantasies about relationships with men after reading Chapter 14 of the first-grade health education textbook.
I always tried to get closer to my sister, but she seemed to have reformed and avoided me.

I was incredibly frustrated and tried everything to relive those memories, finally discovering a little secret in our new home.
It was a winter evening, and it got dark early. When I got home from school, the house was pitch black. Since moving to the new house, my dad always didn't get home until almost 7 pm, and I didn't know if my mom was at the market or still playing cards. I opened the door, about to turn on the main light. Suddenly, I noticed a sliver of white light coming from in front of the bathroom.
"Who is it?...Huh! My sister's out of school!" I glanced at the shoe cabinet by the door. My sister, a third-year junior high student, rarely gets home before me.

I suddenly smiled, fumbled in the dark to put down my backpack, and gently closed the door. I tiptoed to the toilet, knelt on the foot mat in front of it, and peered through the tiny keyhole.

"Wow! This is great, my sister's taking a shower."

The toilet and bathroom in my house are combined, and it's very small, less than a square meter. The toilet door opens directly onto the toilet, next to which is a sink about the size of two faces, and next to that is the wall. The keyhole provides just enough view to reach the door; unless you're standing directly under the showerhead, you can't escape being seen through the small hole.

Excitedly, I unbuttoned my khaki pants, pulled out my already erect penis, and began to rub it up and down with abandon. After all, it was something I had been longing for. To paraphrase what politicians often say these days: not satisfied, but acceptable!
My sister bathed very carefully. First, she lathered her entire front body with soap, especially her large breasts, which she repeatedly slathered with soap. I watched closely and noticed that her nipples were quite large, and her areolas were very prominent, unlike my aunt Shuzhen's.

After washing her front, she lathered the entire towel with soap, then held one side of the towel with one hand and used it to wash her back. Of course, this wasn't very stimulating, and I took the opportunity to unbuckle my belt. I knew she was about to wash her genitals! Sure enough

, my sister slightly parted her legs, stretched the towel straight, and twisted it into a long, thin strip, one hand in front and the other behind, pressing it tightly against her labia, washing her lower body like playing a violin. The long, thin towel was embedded in her vulva, and her thick labia spread outwards with its movement.

I stared wide-eyed, trying to see inside, hoping to see my sister's entire wanton little vulva, and at the same time, I quickened the up-and-down movements of my hands. I saw her put down the towel and start rubbing her vulva with her palm to clean it, while two fingers followed and went into her vagina...

"Wow! I can't take it anymore!" I clenched my buttocks and forcefully sprayed spurts of semen forward.
Looking at the white, thick liquid on the floor, I really wished I could exchange it with the foam on my sister's vulva! Although I felt empty after masturbating, I was still somewhat excited to discover the source of the spring light in my home. And it accompanied me, solving many of my physiological needs during junior high school...

(IV) My father

My father was quite strict with us, at least before the "Child Welfare Act," that's what I thought.

He was a burly man, and whenever we made a mistake that he felt was unforgivable, he would often strip us naked and whip us hard with a belt or water pipe. More importantly, he often implemented the "collective punishment" system - if one person made a mistake, both of us would be punished, so my sister and I were quite afraid.

I remember that day my mother went on another "adventure" to play cards with her friends, and I stole 100 yuan from my father's pocket. I forgot what I did with it. Of course, you can guess what happened next. While I was being beaten, for some reason, I blurted out my sister's affair with my uncle.

Wow! This was really serious. My sister was stripped naked, her bra and panties removed, and hung in the living room with a rope, being whipped mercilessly. Her large breasts trembled with each swing of the belt. Red welts covered her snow-white body.

"Dad! I won't do it again," my sister murmured, tears streaming down her face, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Next time? You want a next time?!" My father's belt never stopped.

"Damn it, I'll let you have your way now." My

father, like a madman, grabbed my sister's thighs, his right hand parting her labia, licking her clitoris and vulva.

"Dad! No, I really won't do it again!" My sister's legs were crossed and curled together, but finding no foothold, they quickly opened again.

I was genuinely shocked by my father's actions and stood there, unsure what to do.

"What are you still standing there for? Can't you come and help me make your sister feel good?"

Now I was even more stunned. I really didn't know how to help my dad, although I was secretly pleased.

"Dad, no!...Brother, you can't do it..." My sister shook the rope tied to her hands, kicking her legs wildly.

"Come here and grab your sister's legs!" Dad yelled at me, pulling down his underwear and forcing his penis into my sister's vagina.

Hearing Dad's shout, I went to my sister's side, squatted down, grabbed her legs and spread them apart, my eyes involuntarily looking up at the scene of Dad and my sister having sex.

Dad's dark penis was moving in and out, flipping her labia majora, the veins on his penis covered with the clear, lustful fluid secreted by my sister. My sister squinted her eyes, swaying her large buttocks, her tears long replaced by the pleasure of the penis penetrating her as Dad moved up and down.

"Dad...your...penis...it feels so...good..."

My sister's moans spurred my father to accelerate his piston-like movements. Perhaps because standing was too strenuous, he lowered my sister, then lifted her legs up, holding his penis against her labia, before suddenly plunging it all the way in.

"Ah...Dad..." My sister's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly unable to accept the full penetration of his penis.

My father, caught up in the moment, didn't care about that. His hips swayed wildly, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the room.

"Almost...coming...out..." my father roared.

Hearing this, my sister gripped my father's buttocks tightly, arching her back to match his movements, as if hoping he would plant his seed in her womb.

I, standing nearby, knowing my father was about to ejaculate, quickly pulled down my pants and began stroking my penis with my hand.
"...Here it comes..." Dad pulled out his penis, rubbing his sister's plump breasts while spraying thick streams of semen onto her body.

After Dad left his sister's body, I quickly climbed on top of him. My sister's wet vagina made penetration effortless.

As I fucked her, I caressed her clitoris with my thumb; she wildly spread her legs, clamping my buttocks and swaying with them.

"Faster...brother...harder..."

Looking at my sister's wanton state, I felt a surge of sadistic desire. I slapped the bruises on her thighs while rotating my hips, rubbing my glans against her cervix.

My sister seemed unable to withstand my rubbing, constantly yelling and urging me to hurry.

Seeing that the time was almost right, I increased the speed of my thrusting, my glans gradually feeling numb, and the base of my thighs sending a pre-ejaculation sensation to my brain. I imitated Dad, pulling out my penis and ejaculating onto my sister's heaving breasts.
In the days that followed, whenever my mother went to play cards, my father and I would take turns having sex with my older sister. Of course, because of this illicit relationship, my sister had two or three children until she got married at eighteen.

[The End]

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