Childhood Memories: The Big Brother Next Door

At the farewell dinner before graduation, I drank until I was almost unconscious. A few burly classmates threw me onto my dorm bed. I kicked my shoes off the bed and lost consciousness.

Around midnight, the air in the dorm was filled with the smell of alcohol and foot odor. I woke up needing to pee and got up in the dark to do so.

After peeing and returning to bed, I couldn't fall back asleep. My mind drifted back to that ridiculous thing I did as a child, something I felt incredibly guilty and regretful about. I've probably thought about this thing tens of thousands of times… My father was a chief accountant at a bank and had a good head for business. He believed that money kept in the bank would always lose value in an environment of inflation. So he invested in many financial products and real estate.

Several rental apartments in my neighborhood were under my father's name. He did some basic renovations, furnished them, and rented them out. Even the older boy across the hall, a Dong boy, rented our apartment.

This older boy was the son of my dad's friend, studying at a nearby university. My dad, a very loyal friend, rented the apartment to him at a very low price, and even rented the entire apartment to him alone.

Not only that, but every weekend and holiday, my dad would always invite him over for dinner.

First meeting, second meeting, and I quickly became friends with him. When he first took me into his room, I felt like I was in heaven—this older boy, in today's terms, was a complete otaku. The room was filled with comic books, figurines, model toys, and there was even a PS in the living room.

So I often went to his rented room to read comic books, play with toys, and play PS games.

But my mom didn't like this older boy. The reason was simple: as an otaku, he inherited the typical otaku style—lacking personal hygiene. He wore glasses, but they were always dirty. His hair was always greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, he always wore a pair of slippers everywhere. He was 1.7 meters tall but weighed 95 kilograms.

All of this made my mother feel no affection for this older boy.

My mother is a very traditional Chinese woman who manages our household impeccably. No matter how tired she is from work, she always comes home on time to cook, mop the floor, and wash my and my father's dirty clothes. Sometimes when my father's relatives come to visit, my mother has to cook for them, and after cooking, she can't sit at the table herself; she can only eat the leftovers after they've finished eating. My mother

's clothing is also very conservative; the low-cut tops and short skirts that are fashionable these days have never appeared on her.

Even the long stockings that were popular among housewives are something my mother refuses to wear, finding them too revealing.

"Don't let him come to our house for dinner. He doesn't even wash his hair or face. He doesn't even know to change into proper shoes when visiting other people's homes; he's so inconsiderate," this is what my mother often says to my father after the older boy has eaten at our house.

"His dad helped me a lot back then, I have to repay that favor. Besides, he's still a kid, he'll be fine once he enters society," my dad always comforted my mom like that.

Although my mom didn't like my older brother and always thought that someone like him would never find a job or a wife, she still warmly welcomed him whenever he came to our house.

"Xiao Zhi, aren't your parents home?" he asked me once when we were playing PS together.

"They went to a wedding banquet," I replied casually, focused on the screen.

He then strongly urged me to bring the PS console to our TV, since we have a super large LCD TV.

He found a few bottles of beer in our refrigerator and even made me drink one. As a child, I couldn't control myself, and the two of us made a complete mess of our house.

When my parents came home and saw what had happened, they were furious. My mom pointed her finger at my older brother and berated him, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Auntie, Uncle, I was wrong, I know I was wrong." The older brother just blushed and stammered with his head down.

From then on, the older brother came to my house less often, while I went to his house more often.

The older brother bought a new handheld game console, but he never lent it to me. He said if I could find him a woman he could control, he would let me play it.

"What do you mean by 'controlling'?"

"It means when she's drunk or unconscious, hey, you little kid, where are you going? I'm just teasing you." That's what the older brother said.

I often thought about that handheld game console, and also about how to find an unconscious woman for the older brother, although I didn't know what use an unconscious woman would be to him. One day, the opportunity came, but this woman was... "Xiao Zhi, is your name Xiao Zhi? I'm your mother's classmate, quickly help your mother into the house." A woman reeking of alcohol helped my mother, who also reeked of alcohol.

"Xiao Zhi, I won't go in, quickly help your mother in." The aunt smiled at me and left in a flash.

It seems my mom drank too much at the class reunion, and my dad went on a company trip, leaving me the only one awake in the house.

Looking at my mom, sprawled asleep on the sofa, my older brother's words, "a drunk woman," floated into my mind.

When I knocked on my older brother's door next door and handed him my mom, he was first surprised, then overjoyed. He practically threw me the handheld console, telling me to go home and play. Having finally

gotten my hands on the console I'd been eyeing, I completely forgot about my mom and happily went to play on my bed.

But my older brother only gave me the console with a tiny bit of battery left; he didn't give me a charging cable.

He was careless; he didn't close the door properly, and I just pushed it open.

The room reeked of alcohol, and there were deep, labored breathing sounds, like the sounds of someone exhausted from a run. The creaking of the bed came from my older brother's bedroom.

I went to his door and peeked at what was going on.

That was the first time I had ever seen a naked woman being pinned down by a man. My own mother, naked, the naked body of a woman who was just over ten years old. Her skin was snow-white, her hair long and flowing, her breasts firm and her cleavage dark. I didn't know what they were doing, but I felt a faint heat rising within me.

I didn't know what the older boy was doing to my mother; I was terrified and didn't dare go near her. My legs went weak, and I sat down on the ground.

The older boy's buttocks moved back and forth between my mother's legs, his mature, dark male genitalia appearing and disappearing on the inside of her thighs. As a young child, I was astonished because the penis the older boy used to urinate was very different from mine. Mine could perhaps be called a penis, but the older boy's looked like a thick sausage!

Even after I went to university, the shock of seeing an adult male's genitals for the first time, and the image of my own mother being raped by a man other than my father, remained vividly etched in my memory.

My penis became increasingly itchy; I reached into my pants and rubbed it, but it didn't help at all. My heart felt like it was on fire, burning my head and throat. I swallowed hard, my hand unconsciously quickening the pace of rubbing my penis.

My older brother, like a raging bull, was frantically thrusting his large "meat stick" into my mother's dark, gaping hole. I remember that scene vividly. My mother was naked, and her breasts, which I loved to suck on as a child, swayed back and forth with my brother's thrusts. My mother's face, flushed from the alcohol, seemed even redder than before, and she occasionally let out a nasal sound.

My older brother bent down, stuck out his saliva-covered tongue, and pried open my mother's red lips, sucking passionately like on television. I was utterly shocked. I knew it was called "kissing," but when I accidentally saw my parents kissing, it was just a quick lip-to-lip kiss, nothing like my brother sticking his tongue inside.

My brother suddenly roared, gripping my mother's waist tightly with both hands, and forcefully pressing his buttocks between her dark thighs.

Thinking something had happened to him, I quickly stood up, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Brother, what's wrong?!"

When he saw me, his eyes widened, and he let out another strange cry. I was so frightened that I fell to the ground.

I sat on the floor, watching my brother's head shake incessantly, his eyes fixed on me, but his lower body still pressed firmly against my mother's lower abdomen.

Back then, I didn't understand, but now I do: I witnessed a man other than my father transferring hundreds of millions of sperm into my mother's womb. My

older brother's penis slowly withdrew from my mother's body. At that time, I didn't know what a glans was; I only noticed that the tip of my brother's penis was different from mine—it was a large, egg-sized, protruding, dark red thing.

That dark red thing emerged from my mother's opening, gradually closing vaginal opening, with a sticky strand of fluid still attached to the tip, like a candied banana in a restaurant.

I remember taking another look at my mother's small vaginal opening; layers of pink flesh were churning and rolling, and a milky liquid seeped from the gaps in the flesh.

My older brother lied to me, saying he was helping my mother sober up, otherwise her life would be in danger.

Naively, I believed him. Seeing that he had fooled me, my older brother chuckled and took out several pairs of black stockings from a hidden compartment in the wardrobe.

He told me these were Chinese medicine stockings, used for treating illnesses. I asked why there were some white liquid stains on these black stockings, and he said that was the Chinese medicine. Of course, now I know that the stockings were probably the residue of my older brother's semen after masturbating.

He picked out the stocking with the most semen stains and put it on my mother's legs. This was also the first time I saw my mother wearing black stockings.

My older brother held my mother's small feet, bent her legs, and pulled the stockings little by little up to her buttocks. My mother's snow-white leg skin was gradually covered by the black fabric, and only the calves, the insteps, and other prominent parts of her body could still see a small amount of her original skin color.

At that time, I was still young and didn't think there was anything special about wearing them. Looking back now, I think that my mother wearing stockings accentuated her body's advantages to the maximum extent. Her round buttocks, slender calves, and small feet were all displayed perfectly under the black stockings.

What I remember most vividly is my mother's genitals. She wasn't wearing underwear, just a layer of stockings. The bulging pubic hair hinted at its mystery, and the pink vulva and the barely visible opening made me want to tear the stockings and explore.

After she was dressed, my older brother rummaged through a pile of shoe boxes and found a pair of white leather high heels with gold heels for her. I thought it was a very strange situation at the time: my mother was completely naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed, but her lower body was wearing black stockings and high heels.

After a while, I understood my older brother's intention. He bent down, and his nimble tongue licked from my mother's toes all the way to her buttocks, leaving the stockings glistening with his saliva. He also kept rubbing my mother's nipples with his hands.

Then, he directly ripped my mother's stockings at the crotch, revealing her dark vulva, which looked incredibly tempting through the pubic hair. My older brother's previously limp penis became erect again.

This time, I saw for the first time how a man other than my father could insert his penis into my mother's vagina: my older brother's egg-sized glans gradually pushed open my mother's delicate labia, forcing open the already closed vaginal opening. The vaginal opening acted like a suction cup, instantly sucking the large glans into the dark hole, and my older brother then inserted his entire penis into my mother's vagina. My older

brother brought my mother's two beautiful legs in black stockings together and placed them on his shoulders, wantonly licking my mother's legs with his tongue. Her vulva was also in a straight line due to her legs being together, with only the part where my older brother's penis was inserted being a round, fleshy opening.

The high heels swayed with each thrust of my older brother, shimmering alluringly under the light, and large clumps of some unknown liquid clung to the torn parts of the black stockings.

Soon, my older brother ejaculated inside my mother for the second time.

He told me not to tell anyone, because this kind of treatment was very life-consuming, and if everyone sought his help, he would die quickly, and I wouldn't be able to come over to play games and read comics with him anymore.

I promised him, cleaned my mother's body, and carried her home.

Later, my older brother graduated and moved to the city where he worked. Before he left, my father invited him to our house for a meal one last time.

I remember my father saying to my older brother, "Don't blame your aunt for what happened last time; she was just angry. She's usually very virtuous, you know that." My older brother said, "Uncle, I know. Aunt is indeed a very good person; I won't be angry with her." My father didn't know that my mother's womb had already been filled with my older brother's unique semen.

After my older brother graduated, my mother gave birth to her second child, and my father was overjoyed. I remember on my child's 100-day celebration, my father drank too much. Holding my younger brother, he ran to my older brother and his father and said, "Look, I'm this old now, even with protection, I can't keep my offspring away. My wife gave birth to my second big, healthy son." (

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