My experience of peeping

Personally, I have a particular fondness for peeping at girls' private parts, imagining all sorts of things, and enjoying the thrill of seeing but not being able to have them. Below are some anecdotes as a way of reminiscing and repenting for my youth!

My earliest peeping target was my neighbor's older sister. She was in high school then, and I often liked to go to her house. In the summer, as soon as she got home, she would lie down in the bathroom to watch TV, and often, her snow-white underwear would inadvertently peek out from under her school skirt. This would make my blood boil at the sight of the white light shining through her skirt, a sight that fueled my adolescence. (I was a good boy, and I didn't have much money to buy adult books, so peeping at girls' underwear became my fantasy and a way to release my lust). But no matter how I look at her, she always seems to be wearing white, schoolgirl-style underwear…

There's a young woman upstairs who loves to visit my house. She's about thirty years old, pretty, and has a good figure, just a bit too thin, almost bony. Her child is in first grade. One time, she came to my house again, sitting in the living room chatting with my mother while I did my homework. I accidentally dropped my eraser, it bounced a few times and landed under the sofa. I crouched down to look for it and was shocked to find the opening of the woman's denim skirt facing me. Carefully avoiding my mother's and her gaze, I shifted my gaze, pretending to look for something, and finally caught a glimpse under her skirt… the white thong between her thighs seemed unable to conceal the full bulge… that sensual bulge!! ...Unfortunately, the slit in her skirt closed up again. I couldn't stay under the table forever, so I pretended to have a toothache, went to my room to get a mirror, sat on the sofa pretending to look at my teeth, adjusted the angle, and used the mirror to capture the glimpse of the young woman's underwear that she inadvertently revealed from under her skirt... When she got up to leave, I thought I saw the openwork part of the upper part of her panties...

In junior high, I was always playful, lecherous, and lacking in courage. Because I attended a private junior high school, the junior and senior high sections were combined. After morning assembly, I always liked to hide at the foot of the stairs, peeking at the glimpses of cleavage peeking through the hems of the older girls' skirts as they went upstairs… Most high school girls still preferred to wear schoolgirl-style white panties, I think partly as a sign of innocence, and partly to avoid being seen by us lecherous guys, afraid that wearing anything too sexy would make us get nosebleeds… :p… We also tried the trick of hiding mirrors in shoes. I remember an art teacher who had just graduated from art school and came to teach us. She was very pretty and always wore dresses… Little did we know that what she considered the most dignified attire was our favorite target. In the reflection of the mirror, we could glimpse her round buttocks, covered by pink thong panties. Unfortunately, we could only get in from behind, so we couldn't see the front half of her colorful thong panties. There was also a female history teacher, a recent graduate from National Taiwan Normal University, who was quite attractive. Perhaps due to her lack of teaching experience, she would often bend over when students asked her questions, unknowingly revealing her flesh-colored, lace bra… This made our history class particularly lively and engaging with questions. In the summer, she liked to wear sleeveless dresses, showing off her beautiful arms. Her armpit hair was very dark and thick, and during class, I often fantasized about whether her pubic hair was as dark and lustrous as her armpit hair—what a wicked boy! However, when she raised her hand to write on the blackboard, the armpit hair she revealed certainly caused me, as a young boy, considerable sensory stimulation. Our English teacher was a beautiful woman, soon to be married. We always loved to wait for her in the hallway, then steal a glimpse of her long skirt through the mirror's reflection, and write "white," "pink," or "or blue" on the blackboard in her classroom.

One summer, I was taking a nap at home when that young woman came again. It turned out she had asked my mother to buy some vegetables and was coming to pick them up. That day, she was wearing a bright red skirt, knee-length. I thought to myself: "There's probably nothing to see here," and went back to sleep. When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator for a drink of water and found my mother had left. The young woman was squatting on the floor arranging her vegetables. I went closer and was shocked to discover that she had lifted her skirt to make it easier for her to squat down. Driven by some wicked motive, I approached her and struck up a casual conversation, my eyes secretly hoping for a glimpse of her underwear when she inadvertently opened her legs… My efforts paid off; she was probably so engrossed in her work that she forgot the elegance of her squatting posture. During a three-minute break, I carefully examined the color, style, and material of her panties… Today she was wearing pink, low-rise panties without lace, a neutral style, not at all flashy. The material seemed to be cotton, and I even saw the seam at the front of her panties. I imagined that beneath that seam lay her secret forest and valley! Unfortunately, I didn't see any pubic hair peeking out from under her panties... As my heart raced and my penis began to stir, she suddenly looked up, probably noticing my impure gaze. She then pulled her legs together, revealing the hem of her skirt. I smiled slightly at her and excused myself to go to the bathroom... Of course, this time I spent a particularly long time in the bathroom... :p

Time flies. I've passed my somewhat wicked yet not so wicked junior high school years and got into a high school with a low college entrance rate, but close to home. I still live at home, occasionally sneaking peeks at erotic novels and smoking cigarettes. Life goes on monotonously like this. I'm a bit short and have a face full of acne. While my classmates were busy chasing girls to skip class, I, lacking any luck with women, could only attend classes on time and be a good boy. Occasionally, I'd hide under the covers and masturbate, fantasizing about peeling off a small piece of fabric under a woman's skirt to explore the mysteries of that dark forest… The days repeated themselves monotonously like this… The older sister next door was already in college and paid more attention to her appearance, so I rarely saw her exposed. The young woman upstairs also came less often, but occasionally I still managed to set some traps and peek under her skirt. I recorded the time, place, color, and style in my diary.

The only other time was when I was strolling in the park and saw a girl intently drawing, sitting on the ground, accidentally revealing her underwear. I leaned closer for a look… it was white teenage panties, but with some patterns on them. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be adorable cartoon characters! Haha, it looked like a little girl's thong!! I really wished I were that little fairy on the panties, licking her girlish fragrance… Another time, while buying shoes, I glanced down at the thong of a woman sitting opposite me who was also trying on shoes. She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a light green dress. I saw her legs part to try on the shoes, revealing a light green hue (I think it was probably because the light shone through the green dress onto her white panties!), thin thong; I say thin because I could glimpse her dark pubic hair, which seemed to be visible through the panties… In those brief five seconds, I saw her private parts that were not easily seen! As I was leaving after buying shoes, I saw a girl in a tight skirt standing and sitting while trying them on. My eyes met hers at the opening of her skirt—a flesh-colored, see-through pantyhose! But because she was also wearing pantyhose, and the lighting inside the skirt was dim, I could only catch a fleeting glimpse. I realized that shoe stores are really good places for peeping. If I don't get into university, I'll just become a shoe store assistant, hehe…:

When I was little, I always clung to her. She was two years older than me, like a big sister. Because she was an only child and I was an only child, and we lived close by, we often played together. We'd play house, she'd be the bride, and I'd be the groom. That's how my carefree and happy childhood went. She wouldn't call herself a beauty, but her features were quite delicate, and she had a good figure (as she grew up). Most importantly, she was the gentle and graceful type of girl; being with her was very comfortable, like a breath of fresh air. She never seemed to know what it meant to throw a tantrum, probably because her family wasn't well-off, so she always had a lot of tolerance and consideration for others. When I was little, I liked to play pranks and make her angry, but the most she would do was hide away and cry. After the storm passed, we would play together again. I often told her that I would marry her when I grew up, and she would just smile... and reply: "Then you'd better grow up quickly and stop bullying me!!" I would often take the opportunity to fall into her arms, tickle her, and make her beg for mercy. At that time, my feelings for her were pure and innocent, and I think respect outweighed any romantic love. As for her, I suppose it was a brotherly affection. After starting junior high, our family moved north, and news of my cousin became sporadic. I only knew she was a top student and got into the provincial girls' high school (while I barely managed to get into a bad high school). The unfamiliarity, curiosity, and adaptation to the new environment gradually made me forget her from my hometown. Memories slowly faded, and the seemingly joking vows, like childhood fairy tales… became distant and unfamiliar.

She looked much the same as she did as a child, only her hair was longer and she was thinner, making her delicate features even more slender. She wore an apricot-yellow dress, revealing her shapely legs below the knees. She smiled faintly at me. Ah! That smile had haunted my dreams when I first went north, causing me to weep silently under the covers, unable to sleep. And now I saw her again—was it true? Or not? I could only awkwardly and clumsily strike up a conversation with her. It turned out she had been accepted into T University this year and was going north to study. Her aunt, a conservative country woman, was worried about her living alone and had asked her to stay at my house. Wow! What a wonderful blessing… I chatted with her casually. Clearly, the price of her hard work was wearing glasses, but it also added a touch of refinement and elegance to her face. As I rambled on about Taipei, she maintained her usual gentle smile… She spoke little, but loved to laugh… just like when she was a child!!

Later, I pretended to be attentive (actually, I was also excited) and helped her tidy her room, adopting the demeanor of a virtuous stay-at-home husband. As she turned to pack her luggage, I carefully observed her back… Her figure remained the same, only more beautiful and taller, her proportionate figure encased in a well-fitting dress. Ru had blossomed into a stunning university student, while I remained a slovenly, acne-ridden high school student with a bleak future. The comparison made me feel quite ashamed.

I helped Ru tidy up her room, chatting about what had become of me since we last met. She had worked diligently these past few years, consistently ranking at the top of her class. I, on the other hand, had been busy slacking off… Now she was a student at a national university, about to embark on a vibrant and exciting new life, while I felt like a maggot still wallowing in the mud, inevitably feeling a bit dejected. We chatted as we tidied up. After I finished making the mattress, I turned around and saw my cousin standing on the table, tiptoeing as she stuffed her temporarily unused luggage into the attic space. Her beautiful legs swung back and forth in front of me, challenging my self-control. My earlier frustration vanished instantly at the sight of this beautiful scene… Because she was standing on tiptoe, her skirt rode up slightly. When she pushed forward, the back of the skirt lifted up a little, revealing her thighs above the knees… I stared at her beautiful legs, unable to resist any longer… What was underneath her skirt? A wicked thought surged into my mind, and I swallowed hard, finding my mouth incredibly dry. My cousin was still busy tidying up her clothes, probably unaware of what I was doing!

So I pretended to bend down to tidy up the clutter under the table, slowly shifting my gaze to under her skirt… My cousin was like a sheep grazing contentedly, unaware that a hungry wolf was already watching her intently… I moved my gaze closer… A youthful body gradually unfolded before me…

I saw a rounded bottom, encased in small white panties. Because she was also wearing pantyhose, the panties were tucked inside, with some wrinkles around her buttocks, not quite fitting snugly. Based on my years of experience peeping, the material of her panties was probably nylon blend, because cotton panties seem thicker and fit better against the skin. Since her pantyhose were completely transparent above the waist, I could clearly see the color and material of her panties… But the good time didn't last long; she came down after putting her things down. She had no idea what I had just done, only noticing my slightly flushed face (and racing heart), and asked me: "So many things!" You must be tired too. Let’s clean it up tomorrow! , I smiled at her a little guiltily, thinking to myself: I will know if my observation is correct tonight.

After watching TV in the evening, I was always the first to take a shower, but I was uncharacteristically slow to do so. Under my mother's urging, I replied impatiently: They want to watch TV! Ask your cousin to wash it first! , my cousin smiled at me and walked to the back. I didn't go to take a shower until she was finished. While everyone was watching TV in the living room, I went to the balcony at the back and found that there was a set of women's underwear where I usually hang my underwear, and they were still wet! ! It is rippling in the wind, like an open epiphyllum... I carefully took it off and secretly took it to the bathroom...

This is the first time I have seen a girl's personal treasure so close. A pure white, lace-trimmed, Japanese-made bra, size 32A; white nylon-blend thongs, a typical student style, without exaggerated lace or frills, and no special design in the front. But it meant something different to me. It was my cousin's intimate garment, enveloping her alluring breasts and valleys… I brought it to my nose and inhaled, as if I could faintly smell my cousin's unique, youthful fragrance. Stimulated by the scent mixed with soap, my little brother stood erect. I wrapped it in my cousin's thongs, rubbing it back and forth, fantasizing about the youthful flesh beneath the underwear… A wave of dizziness rushed to my head, and my juices flowed freely… In the bathroom, only the thick steam accompanied my heavy breathing… I splashed some water to wash away the stains of my own on her underwear… My body felt a sense of liberation after release, weak and languid… But inside, I was filled with emptiness and self-reproach…

After my cousin came, I became more obedient, going home on time. My parents thought this was a good, peaceful development. I would ask her questions about my books, and while she answered, I would just stare at her blankly, smiling foolishly, imagining all sorts of things under her clothes… the styles and colors of her underwear… her youthful body… Before long, going to the balcony every night to examine her intimate parts became my daily routine. Besides the Three Principles of the People and Chinese history and geography, my mind was also filled with images of my cousin's various kinds of underwear—white, flesh-colored, pink… Every day I fantasized about her, listening to her soft whispers and silvery laughter… and then masturbating in front of her underwear while showering became my daily anticipation and hope… Life took on a rosy hue…

My cousin was a country girl, so her clothing was rather conservative. Even her underwear reflected this; it was mostly white and flesh-colored. They were all the girlish type—low-waisted, conservative thongs without lace. She had one pink pair with an embroidered rose, probably her most provocative one; and another with small red and green floral prints… Her bras were all back-opening. She had one white strapless Wacoal bra with very elaborate lace, but I rarely saw her wear it.

Ever since I first glimpsed under my cousin's skirt, I've been longing for a chance to see her up close. I can only gaze at her freshly washed underwear, reminiscing over her clothes. I long for the day I can see her wearing these familiar undergarments, displayed before me… And finally, the opportunity has arrived…

Tonight is a typical Taipei summer night, hot and humid, with even the occasional evening breeze feeling oppressive. Although we have air conditioning at home, it's no match for the summer night's heat, amplified by the basin climate, making it rumble weakly. The family went to the rooftop to cool off. Although light pollution usually makes it difficult to see stars in Taipei, tonight is unusual; even the Milky Way is faintly visible. It felt like we were back in those summer nights when we were kids, relaxing under the pine tree.

The whole family brewed tea on the rooftop and started chatting. My parents reminisced about our childhood, and I laughed heartily when they mentioned something funny, while my cousin smiled shyly along. My mother jokingly asked, "Rui, you can have a boyfriend now that you're in college. Xiao Xiong is still in high school, and I won't allow him to date randomly!" "

But you have to be careful with your friends," my mother said with a smile. "Your mother entrusted you to me, and I think you're all grown up now, you should think things through carefully." Unlike Xiao Xiong, who was so impulsive and never seemed to grow up. I tickled my mother, and my cousin blushed and smiled slightly, "College studies are so busy! I don't want to have a boyfriend so early..." Hearing that stirred a subtle feeling within me… Actually, Xiao Xiong has grown up in some ways!

My cousin wore a blue denim skirt and a beige shirt today. In my experience, denim skirts are one of the easiest skirts to make a fashion faux pas. So I deliberately chose a seat opposite her, got the angle right, and then waited for the fish to take the bait. My cousin kept crossing her legs, which is a very uncomfortable sitting posture, and she had to switch legs frequently. Several times, during the intervals between her leg shifts, I seemed to catch a glimpse of something, but I was never sure. Finally, her legs got tired, and she sat on a low stool, straightening her legs… She probably didn't know that a seemingly loyal werewolf was waiting for this opportunity, hoping to capture a rare glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt…

A shooting star!! A white streak flashed across the sky. In the brief moment my cousin was distracted looking up, her legs forgetting to close properly, I caught a glimpse of it!!… A familiar pink light shone from beneath her skirt—it was that pink embroidered panty!… The pink, slightly sheer fabric covered her ample, seemingly bursting-out cleavage… As if to let me see more clearly, she shifted her body slightly, so the entire opening of her skirt faced me, allowing me an unobstructed view of the boundless spring beneath… I even saw the embroidered rose… Ah… Rose, rose, I love you… I wantonly captured this spring light, trying to memorize this heart-pounding combination… My penis was also writhing restlessly.

We stayed up too late admiring the moon, and everyone rushed downstairs to shower and go to bed. Before the bathroom, my mother said to my cousin, "You've been here so long, and you're still washing your own clothes. Since there's a washing machine, don't be shy, just put them in the laundry basket." My cousin nodded shyly. I hid in my room, thrilled by this unexpected stroke of luck. After my cousin finished showering, it was my turn. I waited quietly until everyone was in bed, then secretly went to the balcony to check the laundry basket. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Then I saw something wrapped around her shirt. I opened it, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest… it was her panties… crumpled up and wrapped inside. I hurriedly took them to the bathroom to check… It was the panties I'd just seen, only now they'd been removed from that beautiful body. It was the panties that covered my cousin's most alluring and mysterious area—that magnificent landscape! I brought the panties to my nose and took a deep breath. A strong, sweet scent of a young girl rushed into my head… Wow!!

This was my cousin's scent! The intense aroma of female hormones assaulted my senses, and my penis was already erect… I examined this most mysterious piece of clothing. It was completely different from the washed underwear I'd previously peeked at… It had just been removed from that body, filled with a woman's scent, the primal hormones that attracted the opposite sex. There were still some yellowish-white residues on the panties. I couldn't resist lightly licking them with the tip of my tongue. They tasted slightly sweet and sour. I thought, this must be the smell of my cousin's genitals!? I also found a pubic hair, jet black and bouncy, slightly curly…. This is my cousin's pubic hair!! …. I excitedly sniffed and licked the panty covering her mysterious area, finally using it to rub my penis until I ejaculated twice, once on her rose, and the other time on her bra, the right cup…. Afterwards, I took a shower, secretly put my underwear back in its place, and dragged my tired body back to my room to sleep.

Ru's room light was still on; she was probably still studying. Unaware that her unintentional exposure had stirred a young man's restless sexual desires; unaware that her cousin had just mentally raped her twice in the bathroom; unaware that the underwear she was to change into the next day might still harbor a particularly vigorous sperm, waiting for the most intimate contact with her uterus; all she knew was that she had a report to submit the next day… Unaware that in the next room, she had entered a young man's dream, playing the game of lovemaking with him…

So I began to familiarize myself with her body odor, even her menstrual cycle, starting with the color and style of her underwear. I collected and examined her pubic hair like a hunter collecting fur… I knew her insides better than I knew myself… I felt myself becoming increasingly perverted… Every day, I would only look forward to the evening, secretly fantasizing as I looked at her, imagining her youthful body beneath her clothes… I would guess at the contents, color, and shape of her underwear through the folds when she squatted down… Then, at night, I would check the results. I was already addicted to this game. The last vestiges of morality and etiquette in my heart were disappearing bit by bit with each time my brother ejaculated. In my mind, she was no longer my cousin, but a woman exuding youthful charm, a sexual partner with whom I shared my daily sexual encounters… in a spiritual sense.

As my cousin grew older, her clothing and appearance gradually became more fashionable, and she dressed more and more beautifully, transforming from a country girl into a city girl. From my underwear analysis, I was the first to notice this change. She gradually started wearing high-waisted briefs, some with lace, some with patterns, and the colors leaned towards green and small floral prints… I was always incredibly excited about a new pair of panties… Then one summer night, nearing autumn, I noticed she was wearing a pinkish-nude pair of briefs with lace trim and a V-shaped openwork design in the front… A truly sexy pair of panties. The next day, she came home from school, and as I had hoped, she was wearing that denim skirt, probably with pantyhose to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. But as soon as she got home, she took off her pantyhose, put on slippers, and went to the living room to watch Happy 100 Points. Only I knew that under that skirt was her body, covered by a pair of briefs that made me blush… Without the hindrance of pantyhose… my lustful desires began to stir again. I sat diagonally opposite her, noticing that the opening of her skirt faced the television, making it difficult to see from the side, so she brazenly spread her legs. How could I let such an opportunity slip by?! So I started making gongfu tea, and while pretending to pour her tea, I openly feasted my eyes on the view under her skirt…

Sure enough, it was that sexy panty. A familiar pink light made me dizzy, but this time, there was a blurry black part peeking through the lace… pubic hair!! Her voluptuous lower body filled the panty, making the entire thong seem to have a life of its own, constantly sending me sexual signals… The teasing on the television made her laugh like silver bells, her face slightly flushed, a charming smile on her face! Her beautiful eyes are so alluring! How I long to pounce on her, tear her shirt, rip off her bra, and pull off her panties… to thrust my scepter into her womb, pumping in and out a hundred or two hundred times, pouring my holy waters into her secret valley!! I want to nibble and play with her breasts, I want to kiss her entire body, I want to rub my pubic hair against hers, sparking the flames of life… I want to make my dream come true, I want to fuck her!! I want to fuck her!!

But that's impossible… I don't have the courage, and I can't completely abandon reason and morality. Just as lust was burning my whole body red, about to consume me… a strange yet familiar voice suddenly echoed in my heart, blaming me word by word. My body was in a fiery hell on one side and an icy freeze on the other… "She's your sister!! If you love her, you shouldn't do anything that might hurt her!! You've already possessed her spiritually, but not physically!! In this moment of inner turmoil, I ran to take a cold shower!!

Under the showerhead, I told myself that I was just a harmless wolf, satisfying myself through the spying and fantasies of my prey…" But it's absolutely harmless. If I cross that line and do something to hurt someone, then I'll become a real wolf that everyone wants to kill! No, I don't want to become like that. I still prefer to be a voyeur who doesn't harm or attack others, taking advantage of their beauty as nourishment for my life. If I really attacked her, then I would be violating my principles, and I think I can't bear the consequences, so I'll just stop here.

Personally, I have a special fondness for peeping at girls' private parts, imagining all sorts of things, and enjoying the pleasure of seeing but not being able to have them. Below are some of my past actions as a recollection and repentance of my youth! My

earliest peeping target was my neighbor's older sister. She was in high school at the time, and I often liked to go to her house when I had nothing to do. Summer arrived, and as soon as she got home, she'd lie down on the sofa and watch TV. Often, her snow-white panties would inadvertently peek out from under her schoolgirl skirt, making my blood boil at the sight of the white light shining through her skirt, arousing me in the throes of puberty. (I was a good boy, and didn't have much money for adult books, so peeping at girls' underwear became my fantasy and outlet for my lust). But it always seemed to me she was wearing white, schoolgirl-style panties…

A young woman upstairs often visits my house. She's about thirty years old, quite pretty, and has a good figure, though a bit too thin, almost bony. Her child is in first grade. One time, she came over again and sat in the living room chatting with my mother while I did my homework. I accidentally dropped my eraser, which bounced a few times before landing under the sofa. I crouched down to look for it and was shocked to find the opening of her denim skirt facing me. Carefully avoiding my mother's and her gaze, I shifted my gaze, pretending to look for something, and finally caught a glimpse under her skirt… the white thong between her thighs seemed unable to conceal the full bulge… that sensual bulge!! Unfortunately, the slit in her pants closed up again immediately. I couldn't stay under the table forever, so I pretended to have a toothache, went to my room to get a mirror, sat on the sofa pretending to look at my teeth, and adjusted the angle to capture the glimpse of the young woman's underwear that inadvertently peeked out from under her skirt... When she got up to leave, I thought I saw the cutout part of the upper part of her panties...

In junior high, I was always playful, lecherous, and lacking in courage. Because I attended a private junior high school, the junior and senior high sections were combined. After morning assembly, I always liked to hide at the foot of the stairs, peeking at the glimpses of cleavage peeking through the hems of the older girls' skirts as they went upstairs… Most high school girls still preferred to wear schoolgirl-style white panties, I think partly as a sign of innocence, and partly to avoid being seen by us lecherous guys, afraid that wearing anything too sexy would make us get nosebleeds… :p… We also tried the trick of hiding mirrors in shoes. I remember an art teacher who had just graduated from art school and came to teach us. She was very pretty and always wore dresses… Little did we know that what she considered the most dignified attire was our favorite target. In the reflection of the mirror, we could glimpse her round buttocks, covered by pink thong panties. Unfortunately, we could only get in from behind, so we couldn't see the front half of her colorful thong panties. There was also a female history teacher, a recent graduate from National Taiwan Normal University, who was quite attractive. Perhaps due to her lack of teaching experience, she would often bend over when students asked her questions, unknowingly revealing her flesh-colored, lace bra… This made our history class particularly lively and engaging with questions. In the summer, she liked to wear sleeveless dresses, showing off her beautiful arms. Her armpit hair was very dark and thick, and during class, I often fantasized about whether her pubic hair was as dark and lustrous as her armpit hair—what a wicked boy! However, when she raised her hand to write on the blackboard, the armpit hair she revealed certainly caused me, as a young boy, considerable sensory stimulation. Our English teacher was a beautiful woman, soon to be married. We always loved to wait for her in the hallway, then steal a glimpse of her long skirt through the mirror's reflection, and write "white," "pink," or "or blue" on the blackboard in her classroom.

One summer, I was taking a nap at home when that young woman came again. It turned out she had asked my mother to buy some vegetables and was coming to pick them up. That day, she was wearing a bright red skirt, knee-length. I thought to myself: "There's probably nothing to see here," and went back to sleep. When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator for a drink of water and found my mother had left. The young woman was squatting on the floor arranging her vegetables. I went closer and was shocked to discover that she had lifted her skirt to make it easier for her to squat down. Driven by some wicked motive, I approached her and struck up a casual conversation, my eyes secretly hoping for a glimpse of her underwear when she inadvertently opened her legs… My efforts paid off; she was probably so engrossed in her work that she forgot the elegance of her squatting posture. During a three-minute break, I carefully examined the color, style, and material of her panties… Today she was wearing pink, low-rise panties without lace, a neutral style, not at all flashy. The material seemed to be cotton, and I even saw the seam at the front of her panties. I imagined that beneath that seam lay her secret forest and valley! Unfortunately, I didn't see any pubic hair peeking out from under her panties... As my heart raced and my penis began to stir, she suddenly looked up, probably noticing my impure gaze. She then pulled her legs together, revealing the hem of her skirt. I smiled slightly at her and excused myself to go to the bathroom... Of course, this time I spent a particularly long time in the bathroom... :p

Time flies. I've passed my somewhat wicked yet not so wicked junior high school years and got into a high school with a low college entrance rate, but close to home. I still live at home, occasionally sneaking peeks at erotic novels and smoking cigarettes. Life goes on monotonously like this. I'm a bit short and have a face full of acne. While my classmates were busy chasing girls to skip class, I, lacking any luck with women, could only attend classes on time and be a good boy. Occasionally, I'd hide under the covers and masturbate, fantasizing about peeling off a small piece of fabric under a woman's skirt to explore the mysteries of that dark forest… The days repeated themselves monotonously like this… The older sister next door was already in college and paid more attention to her appearance, so I rarely saw her exposed. The young woman upstairs also came less often, but occasionally I still managed to set some traps and peek under her skirt. I recorded the time, place, color, and style in my diary.

The only other time was when I was strolling in the park and saw a girl intently drawing, sitting on the ground, accidentally revealing her underwear. I leaned closer for a look… it was white teenage panties, but with some patterns on them. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be adorable cartoon characters! Haha, it looked like a little girl's thong!! I really wished I were that little fairy on the panties, licking her girlish fragrance… Another time, while buying shoes, I glanced down at the thong of a woman sitting opposite me who was also trying on shoes. She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a light green dress. I saw her legs part to try on the shoes, revealing a light green hue (I think it was probably because the light shone through the green dress onto her white panties!), thin thong; I say thin because I could glimpse her dark pubic hair, which seemed to be visible through the panties… In those brief five seconds, I saw her private parts that were not easily seen! As I was leaving after buying shoes, I saw a girl in a tight skirt standing and sitting while trying them on. My eyes met hers at the opening of her skirt—a flesh-colored, see-through pantyhose! But because she was also wearing pantyhose, and the lighting inside the skirt was dim, I could only catch a fleeting glimpse. I realized that shoe stores are really good places for peeping. If I don't get into university, I'll just become a shoe store assistant, hehe…:

When I was little, I always clung to her. She was two years older than me, like a big sister. Because she was an only child and I was an only child, and we lived close by, we often played together. We'd play house, she'd be the bride, and I'd be the groom. That's how my carefree and happy childhood went. She wouldn't call herself a beauty, but her features were quite delicate, and she had a good figure (as she grew up). Most importantly, she was the gentle and graceful type of girl; being with her was very comfortable, like a breath of fresh air. She never seemed to know what it meant to throw a tantrum, probably because her family wasn't well-off, so she always had a lot of tolerance and consideration for others. When I was little, I liked to play pranks and make her angry, but the most she would do was hide away and cry. After the storm passed, we would play together again. I often told her that I would marry her when I grew up, and she would just smile... and reply: "Then you'd better grow up quickly and stop bullying me!!" I would often take the opportunity to fall into her arms, tickle her, and make her beg for mercy. Back then, my feelings for her were pure and innocent, more out of respect than romantic love. And her feelings for me were more like sibling affection. After starting junior high, our family moved north, and news of my cousin became sporadic. I only knew she was a top student and got into the provincial girls' high school (while I barely managed to get into a bad high school). The unfamiliarity, curiosity, and adaptation to the new environment gradually made me forget her from my hometown; the memories slowly faded. The joking vows we made, like childhood fairy tales… became distant and unfamiliar.

Now, she looks much the same as she did as a child, only her hair is longer, and she's thinner, making her delicate features even more slender. She was wearing an apricot-yellow dress, her legs shapely below the knees. She smiled faintly at me. Ah! That smile, when I first went north, haunted my dreams at night, making me weep silently under the covers, unable to sleep. And now I see her again, is it true!? Or not!? I could only awkwardly and clumsily talk to her, making small talk. It turned out she had been admitted to T University this year and was going north to study. Her aunt was a conservative country woman who didn't feel comfortable letting her stay on her own, so she had asked her to come and stay with us. Wow! What a wonderful blessing… I chatted with her casually. Clearly, the price of her hard work was wearing glasses, but it also added a touch of refinement and elegance to her face. As I rambled on about Taipei, she maintained her usual gentle smile… She spoke little, but loved to laugh… just like when she was a child!!

Later, I pretended to be attentive (actually, I was also excited) and helped her tidy her room, adopting the demeanor of a virtuous stay-at-home husband. As she turned to pack her luggage, I carefully observed her back… Her figure remained the same, only more beautiful and taller, her proportionate figure encased in a well-fitting dress. She has blossomed into a beautiful college girl, while I am still a slovenly high school student with acne-covered skin, aimless and with no future in sight. Compared to her, I can't help but feel ashamed of myself.

I helped Ru tidy up her room and we chatted about what had happened since we last met. She had worked very hard these past few years, consistently ranking at the top of her class. I, on the other hand, had been busy slacking off… Now she was a student at a national university, about to embark on a vibrant and exciting new life, while I felt like a maggot still wallowing in the mud, and I couldn't help feeling a little depressed. We chatted as we tidied up. After I finished making the mattress, I turned around and saw my cousin standing on the table, tiptoeing as she stuffed her temporarily unused luggage into the attic space. A pair of beautiful legs swayed in front of me, challenging my self-control. My previous depression suddenly vanished because of this beautiful sight… Because she was standing on tiptoe, her skirt rode up slightly. When she pushed forward, the back of the skirt lifted up a little, revealing her thighs above the knees… I stared at her beautiful legs, unable to resist any longer… What was underneath her skirt? A wicked thought surged into my mind, and I swallowed hard, finding my mouth incredibly dry. My cousin was still busy tidying up her clothes, probably unaware of what I was doing!

So I pretended to bend down to tidy up the clutter under the table, slowly shifting my gaze to under her skirt… My cousin was like a sheep grazing with its head down, unaware that a hungry wolf was already watching her intently… I moved my gaze closer… A youthful body was gradually revealed before me…

I saw a rounded bottom, encased in small white panties. Because she was also wearing pantyhose, the panties were tucked inside, with some wrinkles around her buttocks, not quite fitting snugly. Based on my years of experience peeping, the material of her panties was probably nylon blend, because cotton panties seem thicker and fit better against the skin. Since her pantyhose were completely transparent above the waist, I could clearly see the color and material of her panties… But my good fortune didn't last long. She came downstairs after putting her things down. She had no idea what I had just done; she just noticed I was blushing (and my heart was racing) and asked, "So much stuff! You must be tired. Let's clean up tomorrow!" , I smiled at her a little guiltily, thinking to myself: I will know if my observation is correct tonight.

After watching TV in the evening, I was always the first to take a shower, but I was uncharacteristically slow to do so. Under my mother's urging, I replied impatiently: They want to watch TV! Ask your cousin to wash it first! , my cousin smiled at me and walked to the back. I didn't go to take a shower until she was finished. While everyone was watching TV in the living room, I went to the balcony at the back and found that there was a set of women's underwear where I usually hang my underwear, and they were still wet! ! It is rippling in the wind, like an open epiphyllum... I carefully took it off and secretly took it to the bathroom...

This is the first time I have seen a girl's personal treasure so close. A pure white, lace-trimmed, Japanese-made bra, size 32A; white nylon-blend thongs, a typical student style, without exaggerated lace or frills, and no special design in the front. But it meant something different to me. It was my cousin's intimate garment, enveloping her alluring breasts and valleys… I brought it to my nose and inhaled, as if I could faintly smell my cousin's unique, youthful fragrance. Stimulated by the scent mixed with soap, my little brother stood erect. I wrapped it in my cousin's thongs, rubbing it back and forth, fantasizing about the youthful flesh beneath the underwear… A wave of dizziness rushed to my head, and my juices flowed freely… In the bathroom, only the thick steam accompanied my heavy breathing… I splashed some water to wash away the stains of my own on her underwear… My body felt a sense of liberation after release, weak and languid… But inside, I was filled with emptiness and self-reproach…

After my cousin came, I became more obedient, going home on time. My parents thought this was a good, peaceful development. I would ask her questions about my books, and while she answered, I would just stare at her blankly, smiling foolishly, imagining all sorts of things under her clothes… the styles and colors of her underwear… her youthful body… Before long, going to the balcony every night to examine her intimate parts became my daily routine. Besides the Three Principles of the People and Chinese history and geography, my mind was also filled with images of my cousin's various kinds of underwear—white, flesh-colored, pink… Every day I fantasized about her, listening to her soft whispers and silvery laughter… and then masturbating in front of her underwear while showering became my daily anticipation and hope… Life took on a rosy hue…

My cousin was a country girl, so her clothing was rather conservative. Even her underwear reflected this; it was mostly white and flesh-colored. They were all the girlish type—low-waisted, conservative thongs without lace. She had one pink pair with an embroidered rose, probably her most provocative one; and another with small red and green floral prints… Her bras were all back-opening. She had one white strapless Wacoal bra with very elaborate lace, but I rarely saw her wear it.

Ever since I first glimpsed under my cousin's skirt, I've been longing for a chance to see her up close. I can only gaze at her freshly washed underwear, reminiscing over her clothes. I long for the day I can see her wearing these familiar undergarments, displayed before me… And finally, the opportunity has arrived…

Tonight is a typical Taipei summer night, hot and humid, with even the occasional evening breeze feeling oppressive. Although we have air conditioning at home, it's no match for the summer night's heat, amplified by the basin climate, making it rumble weakly. The family went to the rooftop to cool off. Although light pollution usually makes it difficult to see stars in Taipei, tonight is unusual; even the Milky Way is faintly visible. It felt like we were back in those summer nights when we were kids, relaxing under the pine tree.

The whole family brewed tea on the rooftop and started chatting. My parents reminisced about our childhood, and I laughed heartily when they mentioned something funny, while my cousin smiled shyly along. My mother jokingly asked, "Rui, you can have a boyfriend now that you're in college. Xiao Xiong is still in high school, and I won't allow him to date randomly!" "

But you have to be careful with your friends," my mother said with a smile. "Your mother entrusted you to me, and I think you're all grown up now, you should think things through carefully." Unlike Xiao Xiong, who was so impulsive and never seemed to grow up. I tickled my mother, and my cousin blushed and smiled slightly, "College studies are so busy! I don't want to have a boyfriend so early..." Hearing that stirred a subtle feeling within me… Actually, Xiao Xiong has grown up in some ways!

My cousin wore a blue denim skirt and a beige shirt today. In my experience, denim skirts are one of the easiest skirts to make a fashion faux pas. So I deliberately chose a seat opposite her, got the angle right, and then waited for the fish to take the bait. My cousin kept crossing her legs, which is a very uncomfortable sitting posture, and she had to switch legs frequently. Several times, during the intervals between her leg shifts, I seemed to catch a glimpse of something, but I was never sure. Finally, her legs got tired, and she sat on a low stool, straightening her legs… She probably didn't know that a seemingly loyal werewolf was waiting for this opportunity, hoping to capture a rare glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt…

A shooting star!! A white light streaked across the sky. In the brief moment my cousin was distracted looking up, her legs forgetting to close properly, I caught a glimpse of it! ... A familiar pink light shone from beneath her skirt—it was that pink embroidered panty! ... The pink, slightly sheer fabric covered her ample, seemingly bursting-out pubic area... As if to let me see more clearly, she shifted her body slightly, so the entire opening of her skirt faced me, allowing me an unobstructed view of the boundless spring beneath... I even saw the embroidered rose... Ah... Rose, rose, I love you... I wantonly captured this spring light, trying to memorize this enviable, heart-pounding combination... My penis was also writhing restlessly.

We stayed up too late admiring the moon, and everyone rushed downstairs to shower and go to bed. Before the bathroom, my mother said to my cousin, "You've been here so long, and you're still washing your own clothes. Since there's a washing machine, don't be shy, just put them in the laundry basket." My cousin nodded shyly. I hid in my room, thrilled by this unexpected stroke of luck. After my cousin finished showering, it was my turn. I waited quietly until everyone was in bed, then secretly went to the balcony to check the laundry basket. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Then I saw something wrapped around her shirt. I opened it, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest… it was her panties… crumpled up and wrapped inside. I hurriedly took them to the bathroom to check… It was the panties I'd just seen, only now they'd been removed from that beautiful body. It was those panties that covered my cousin's most alluring and mysterious area—that magnificent landscape! I brought the panties to my nose and took a deep breath; a strong, sweet scent of a young girl filled my senses… Wow!

This is the scent of my cousin's genitals—a strong, hormonal odor that assaults my senses, and my penis is already rock hard… I examine this most mysterious piece of clothing, something completely different from the washed underwear I've peeked at before… It's freshly removed from her body, brimming with feminine scent, the primal hormones that attract the opposite sex. There are still some yellowish-white residues on the panties. I can't resist lightly licking them with the tip of my tongue; they taste a little sweet and sour. I think this must be the scent of my cousin's genitals! I even found a pubic hair, jet black and elastic, slightly curly… This is my cousin's body hair!! … I excitedly sniff and lick the panties covering her mysterious area, finally using them to rub my penis until I ejaculated twice—once on her rose petals, and the other time on her bra, the right cup… Afterwards, I took a shower, secretly put my underwear back in its place, and dragged my tired body back to my room to sleep.

Ru's room light was still on; she was probably still studying. She didn't know that her unintentional exposure had stirred a young man's restless sexual desires; she didn't know that her cousin had just mentally raped her twice in the bathroom; she didn't know that the underwear she was to change into the next day might still harbor a particularly vigorous sperm, waiting for the most intimate contact with her uterus; she only knew that she had to submit a report tomorrow… She didn't know that in the next room, she had already entered a young man's dream, playing the game of lovemaking with him…

So I started by familiarizing myself with her scent, even her menstrual cycle, not just the color and style of her underwear. I collected and examined her pubic hair like a hunter collecting fur… I knew her inside better than I knew myself… I felt myself becoming more and more perverted… Every day I just looked forward to the evening, secretly fantasizing while looking at her, imagining the youthful flesh beneath her clothes… I guessed what her underwear looked like, its color, and its shape from the folds of her underwear when she squatted down… Then, at night, I would examine the results of our battles. I was already addicted to this game. The last vestiges of morality and etiquette in my heart were disappearing bit by bit with each time my brother ejaculated. In my mind, she was no longer my cousin, but a woman exuding youthful charm, a sexual partner with whom I shared my lovemaking every day… in a spiritual sense.

As my cousin grew older, her clothing and appearance gradually became more fashionable. She dressed more and more beautifully, transforming from a country girl into a city girl. From my perspective as an underwear enthusiast, I was the first to notice this change. She gradually started wearing high-waisted briefs, some with lace, some with patterns, and the colors leaned towards green and small floral prints… I always get incredibly excited about new underwear… One summer night, nearing autumn, I noticed she was wearing a pinkish-nude thong with lace trim and a V-shaped openwork design in the front… A truly sexy pair of panties. The next day, she came home from class, and as I expected, she was wearing that denim skirt, probably with pantyhose to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. But as soon as she got home, she took off her pantyhose and went to the living room to watch Happy 100 Points in slippers. Only I knew that under that skirt was her body, covered by a pair of panties that made me blush… Without the pantyhose to hinder me… My lustful desires began to stir again. I sat diagonally opposite her and noticed that the opening of her skirt faced the television directly. It was difficult to see from the side, so she brazenly spread her legs. How could I let such an opportunity pass?! So I started making Kung Fu tea, and while pretending to pour her some, I openly feasted my eyes on what lay beneath her skirt…

Sure enough, it was that sexy pair of panties. A familiar pink light made me dizzy, but this time, there were blurry black parts peeking through the lace… pubic hair!! Her voluptuous lower body filled the panties perfectly, making the entire pair of briefs seem to have a life of its own, constantly sending me sexual signals… The teasing from the television made her laugh like silver bells. Her face flushed slightly, and she smiled charmingly! Her beautiful eyes sparkled! How I long to pounce on her, tear her shirt, rip off her bra, pull off her panties… to thrust my scepter into her womb, pumping in and out a hundred or two hundred times, pouring my holy water into her secret valley!! I want to nibble and play with her breasts, I want to kiss her entire body, I want to rub my pubic hair against hers, sparking the flames of life… I want to make my dream come true, I want to fuck her!! I want to fuck her!!

But that's impossible… I don't have the courage, and I can't completely abandon reason and morality. Just as lust was burning my whole body red, about to consume me… a strange yet familiar voice suddenly echoed in my heart, blaming me word by word. My body was in a fiery hell on one side and an icy freeze on the other… "She's your sister!! If you love her, you shouldn't do anything that might hurt her!! You've already possessed her spiritually, but not physically!! In this moment of inner turmoil, I ran to take a cold shower!!

Under the showerhead, I told myself that I was just a harmless wolf, satisfying myself through the spying and fantasies of my prey…" But it's absolutely harmless. If I cross that line and do something to hurt others, then I'll become a real wolf that everyone wants to kill! No, I don't want to become like that. I still prefer to be a voyeur who doesn't harm or attack others, taking advantage of their beauty as nourishment for my life. If I really attack her, then I've violated my principles, and I think I can't bear the consequences, so I'll just end it here.

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