(i) Introduction
When a red BMW behind me signaled to overtake, I slowly steered right, and the whistling BMW drove waves of air through my Cherokee．Jeep window. “It’s hot as hell, this damn weather!” I muttered a curse, frustrated by the straight and long roads leading from Los Angeles to San Francisco as I drove alone.
I’m on my way to my best friend Ye Chau’s wedding, and while his wedding is in a week, it just so happens that I’m on a three-week vacation and can take my time swimming around.
He is a good friend who came to the U.S. from mainland China with me and was my sleeping buddy in college.
“When are you going to think about your personal affairs?” He and his mare, Jenny, who would now be his bride, often spoke to me together in a worried voice.
“Don’t be like my mom,” I said, “You’re only 30!”
“You’re the only son in the family! If you don’t give birth to a son or daughter, I’m afraid your father will have a grudge against you!”
Dad… I subconsciously shrunk my left hand, where there was a thin scar, but it ran long across my entire wrist. That’s where I cut it. The sharpest razor…
There won’t be any one man or woman, my dad and mom, there won’t be, no! All my friends, relatives, no one will know, who I like.
Suddenly, as if a scent was wafting in the wind, a young girl’s face with long wind-blown hair gradually emerged, and her red lips gently opened, revealing her white teeth: “Bro…”
Yes, I like… My sister, my own sister.
When I was three years old, I was covered in mud and a few neighborhood kids were tossing around, my dad and a few neighbors were pushing a cart, and my mom was sitting on it with a scarf wrapped around her head, holding my newborn sister, Xiaoxue, in her arms.
By the time Xiaoxue was two, I had a tail behind me that I couldn’t shake.
Her appearance led to a decline in my status, the power of my pampering skills no longer exist, my sister’s gentle cry, mom and dad will be pampered again and again. I was left rolling on the ground, beating my chest and feet. Wonderful performance but often in exchange for the stick fried meat treatment, sister then often tearful with her chubby little hand pulling the murderer’s corner: “Do not hit, do not hit brother!”
Mom and Dad would most likely turn their attention to coaxing my sister at this point, and I would do exactly thirty-six things.
My sister has well-developed tear ducts that she can put in and out in a quarter of a second, pouring down rain and shaking the ground at the same time, so that my threatening fists don’t wait to fall before they have to fall in order to survive.
No matter where I fled to, after a while, my sister would timidly and quietly appear in front of me with undried tear tracks, and I could only resign myself to my fate. So Xiaoxue became my tail, running around with me all day, and even learned to climb trees.
The older boys sometimes made up children’s songs to mock her: “The girl climbs a tree, tomorrow she will have a big belly, and the day after tomorrow she will be born as a zucchini!” Of course, I will not stand by and watch, a tear fight is inevitable. Although my sister was in the back, but its lethality is scary, a mouth down, the fight is over!
When I was a child in mainland China, the red flag was fluttering, the political struggle was intense, and everyone was in danger of talking about the state of the nation. After tea and dinner, we brought our own small stools to chat, and the topic of conversation was mostly about the time and place, and in the end, it was always about male-female relations. I and other children sometimes listen to chat, they are “dry ×” and other words increasingly familiar, half asleep, half awake, but also vaguely guessed that the boy’s cock to the girl’s pee place, I began to fantasize about sex has a source.
When I was seven years old, one hot summer day, one of my daily chores was to swim in the stream. The water was so clear and the pebbles were so numerous that lying in the warm water was, in retrospect, a divine pleasure. Of course, my white-tailed sister followed me, along with my neighbor’s little sister, Lili, both of whom were wearing only a little underwear and were excitedly squatting and piling up river sand to play.
My sister’s and Lilly’s panties were so wide that they were practically null and void when they squatted, so much so that I could effortlessly see the two lips of flesh that bulged between their legs. As pink as lips, a thin slit split from them, opening slightly the moment they moved, and I felt my cock harden as if I had to pee.
I crawled in close to the two of them as if I were interested in a game of sand piles, but in fact I was carefully observing these two unguarded young pussies. I thought, what should I do?
“Hey!” I said, “Let’s play doctor!”
“Yeah, how do we play?” My sister responded first.
“Well… I’ll play the doctor, you guys play the patient.” I laid down the rules of the game.
I stretched out two fingers and pretended to take Lili’s pulse: “Hmm… I’m sick, I need an injection!” I found a small wooden stick and pretended to use it as a needle: “Take off your pants!” Lili quickly pulled down her pants to her ankles, revealing a bare, delicate-skinned little girl in the sunlight. My eyes in the center of the adults’ conversation, I have never looked at the place where the girl’s bulging pubic mound hastily slipped down, hastily in Lili’s buttocks injected a “needle”.
“There’s more to check, lie down!” My throat was a little dry.
I parted Lili’s legs, with my fingers to spread the soft tender flesh, a small unfamiliar pussy showed up, I observed again and again, confused, do not know where that “dry x” place to enter?
Since I had been “studying” for too long, my sister, who had been waiting for a long time, got impatient: “My turn!”
I then declared that the results were normal and that everything was still going according to the “medical” process.
Sister’s pussy and Lili’s no different, just in the two pieces of meat lips in the small beans to reddish color, I came close to smell a little, a little faint smell of urine.
As my sister bent over to put on the ill-fitting panties, her already shaggy black hair slipped off her shoulders in the sunlight, the fine sunlight stinging my eyes.
The two bright spots formed by the westward-tilting sun on the Jeep’s windshield shivered with the car, and I felt the bruises on my left hand tingle a bit. Suddenly I felt the rear end of a car in front of me getting closer and braked sharply! Steer left! My Jeep came to a stop after letting go of the parked car for 30 M. TNND! It was on the highway!
I looked back in shock, it was an old Ford of indescribable age, and a big cloud of smoke was coming out of the hood Wait a minute! The girl by the broken car… (2)
As I walked briskly behind her, she kicked the rickety bumper in exasperation, then turned around with a toss of her hair.
“Hi! Can you work on cars, big guy?” She yelled at me.
I couldn’t help but frown, and after pushing the paint-splattered wreck to the side of the roadbed, I invited her to get in and fire up the car while I inspected the engine.
Closing the hood, I met her inquiring gaze: “Uh… it’s finished!” I announced.
She made an exaggerated gesture.
I looked at her quietly, a pair of high-top leather shoes with badly worn toes covered the owner’s white calves, her thighs were enthusiastically exposed under her ultra-short leather skirt, a red tunic was tied around her waist, and the thing that made me feel out of tune with the ample breasts under her short-sleeved T-shirt was the fact that her face appeared to be so childish!
I’m guessing she couldn’t have been more than 16. This little girl in a broken-down car, alone on this avenue… is really puzzling.
Her dark brown eyes caught my wandering gaze, and with her left hand she ruffled her long hair, the same color as her eyes, and struck a teasing pose with a slight hint of shyness: “Hey! Japanese, maybe we can go on the road together?”
“I’d be happy to give you a ride, but,” I said helplessly, “I’m not bloody Japanese, I’m Chinese!”
After driving up the driveway, she reached out and turned up the stereo, Tree’s melancholic Russian-style “Birch Forest” immediately filled the car:…
White snow drifts in the quiet village
Pigeons fly under cloudy skies
The birch tree bears those two names.
They vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives.
One day the war reached home.
A young man picks up a gun and goes to the frontier.
Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.
Waiting for me to come back in that birch forest.
The sky is still cloudy and there are still pigeons flying.
Who will certify the love and life that have no tombstone
The snow is still falling and the village is still peaceful.
The young ones faded into the birch forest.
The news came that afternoon.
My beloved died on a distant battlefield.
She came silently to the birch forest.
I’m looking forward to being there every day.
She says he’s just lost in the distance.
He’ll definitely come to this birch forest.
The long road is coming to an end.
The girl has gray hair.
She used to hear him calling from her pillow.
“Come, my dear, to this birch forest.”
At the time of her death, she murmured.
“I’m coming. Wait for me in that birch forest.”
It was one of the few Mandarin songs my friend in China sent me, and this foreign girl couldn’t understand it, so she simply fished out a Walkman and twirled it around in her seat.
Birch forests grow mostly in the north, and the places we used to play as children were mostly pine and bamboo forests.
At that time, my parents were “revolutionized” and sent to a remote place, and they could only go home for one or two days a month, so my grandmother was the only one who took care of my siblings. In a three-room brick house, Grandma lived in one room, my parents in another, and my sister Xiaoxue and I in another.
“Brother, don’t forget me when you go fishing at Mirror Lake tomorrow!” My sister’s head stuck out from above, her long unbraided hair dangling. I rested my hands behind my head and looked at her coldly.
“Whew! Still angry!” Xiaoxue flashed her big eyes with long lashes a few times, and I simply turned my head away. I talked back to the teacher this afternoon and was punished for standing at attention in the playground until the end of the school day, and when I argued with Xiaoxue a few times during dinner, well, this traitor sold me out! My military-born dad immediately told me to put down my chopsticks and go to the corner to continue standing at attention, and I glared at her with hatred, and Xiaoxue’s hand stopped and she hung her head, and a tear fell onto the table.
As a result, neither Xiaoxue nor I had dinner.
The flickering candlelight filled the small room to overflowing. Xiao Xue climbed down and sat on the edge of my bed, shaking my arm and saying, “Bro… I… I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t eat either…”
I’m like an old monk with a sword.
Xiaoxue said to herself, “Looks like I’m the only one eating this bun!”
She lowers her head to look down at me and I close my eyes while my uncontrollable stomach sings. The tips of her long hair swept across my face and tickled. My naughty sister suddenly pressed the bun to my mouth so I couldn’t breathe while she ate and laughed.
I sat up and glared at her, and Xiaoxue collapsed into my arms with a wail. Her head was resting on my thigh, her long black hair cascading out with a silky sheen as she looked up at me with joy. I gently pinched her cheek, reconciling over this, what else do you want me to do?
Lay down together, split a bun in two, and eat it slowly.
My twelve-year-old sister, already not small, is curvy and warm to the touch, with tender skin under her thin underwear. I rested on her waist, pressed against her back, quietly watching the soft green silk behind her ear fluttering with my nostrils. Even in this dim candlelight, I could clearly see Xiaoxue’s ears gradually becoming red. It had gotten very quiet around me, my dad’s snoring was picking up next door, and my palms were starting to sweat.
I remembered the game by the river in my early childhood, my sister, blindingly white in the sun, her breasts once as flat as mine now quietly bulging. That game hadn’t been repeated for years, leaving only a faint reminiscence of a girl’s body. Suddenly in the arms of the body fragrance of the sister, so that my heartbeat dry mouth, lower body quietly and hard erection.
My hand clumsily placed on Xiaoxue’s chest, hesitantly and gently began to caress, that kind of firmness in the softness shook my soul, I felt as if my hand was moving a clear stream, gentle and elastic, when I forked over my five fingers, a small bud stood out from the cracks of my fingers.
Sister Xiaoxue just let me lighten up without saying a word. I don’t know how to continue, revolutionary times revolutionary education, but no one taught me how to revolutionize women’s lives. I wanted to move my hand down, but finally stopped at my sister’s waist.
When the candle finally burned out, I was still blushing and awake as the day was long.
On the second day Xiaoxue’s gaze was always avoiding each other with me, and her flushed face still made my heart beat. I firmly believe that from that day on, Xiaoxue is no longer just a sister in my heart.
“Hey, do you have any water in the car?” The foreign girl suddenly exclaimed to me, “I forgot my water!”
I reached over and turned down the stereo, “No, there’s a gas station not far ahead.”
Coming out of the gas station, she bit into a loaf of bread with some difficulty, taking a sip of water from time to time. “You’re a runaway, aren’t you? Kid!” I emphasized the word “kid”. She made a face at me and ignored me.
“My name is John B. I’m John Lynn.” I asked her, “Where are you going?”
“I’m Lori, my brother seems to be in the San Jose area, he’s got a bigger car than you, big truck.”
“I can’t take you that far, I’m out to have fun and have no goals!”
She fumed a little, then pulled the roll of money out of her shoe tube and counted it, saying dejectedly, “Fifteen dollars, that’s all I’ve got.”
“Go to the police,” I gave her an idea: “They’ll have a solution!”
“That’s not good!” She shook her head so fast that her long hair flew up.
“My old man and mom are no good, they both call prison home and I pretty much grew up in a boarding house. This time my old man got out of jail and brought me home a few days before he committed another offense, and when the police came to the house to arrest him, he was crawling between my legs having a good time! This is good, another crime.” She looked over at me and said, “I don’t want to go back to that damn boarding house!”
I couldn’t help but feel a little heat in my lower abdomen when I heard about this father-daughter incest, so it seems she’s even smaller than I thought.
She looked at me firmly, bit her lower lip gently and said, “I think… I think we can probably make a deal.”
(iii)
“Tell me about it.” I glanced at her quickly.
“You know, I slipped away from the police, and I don’t want to go to court to testify against my old man.”
After a pause, she added: “I need money, my brother and I haven’t seen each other in years, I don’t know where I can find him?” She looked up, “Do you think I’m worth three hundred dollars?”
Her fingers were slender, her complexion was white, her pink nail polish was a little peeling, these hands circled and crisscrossed the high peaks of her breasts, suddenly fell downward, swept along the curve of her slender waist and swept over her plump buttocks slowly into her two thighs, and then she did not move.
My nose is bleeding.
Such a strange feeling of mixing angels and devils excited me so much that I thought I might be a bit of a child molester. However, having sex with a girl under the age of fourteen would be a very serious offense under U.S. criminal law, so could I risk going to jail for one night?
I, however, am not willing to show my fear of the law and stop.
“You…” I leaned toward her, “You can’t, you’ll die under me, in excruciating pain!”
She looked me up and down for two seconds, then suddenly laughed shrilly and said, “Jap! Looks like you want to compete with my brother?” She proudly said: “My brother is the best, only he can make me want to die, in front of him you only impotent!”
The sudden exposure of the incestuous relationship between brother and sister was like a stone thrown unintentionally into the lake, causing ripples in my heart… Even though the stone sank to the bottom, the waves were still intertwined, circling around… Her experience was like the song of a siren on the Aegean Sea, which grabbed hold of me and enticed me to go there….
The night was low, the moon in the sky, the light of the car, such as snow, shining straight into the wilderness, my heart is like a wild horse, untamable.
“You’ll get the three hundred dollars! But on one condition,” I said, trying to look relaxed, “if you don’t mind, I just want to know the story of what happened between you and your father, you and your brother.”
(Forgive me, Xiaoxue! …I’m the one who takes advantage of people.)
She looked at me with some surprise, shook her head slowly, and said, “You perverted guy!” Then disappointed head against the window glass, no more words.
She keeps calling me a Japanese, which is fine, lest I disgrace the Chinese! Being accused of being a pervert by an underage girl, his face was also a little hot. I can’t imagine that my brother, who was dear and lovely in Xiaoxue’s heart, was so obscene when he changed the sky.
Stealing a glance, she seems to be divided in body and mind, away from all the suffering of the world.
In a different family, at such an age, when she is the Baby of her parents, who is so happy and pouting, and she has to live in the world, exchanging her oldest capital for survival, I suddenly feel bad.
“Where do you want to start?” She said softly, still leaning against the window, her eyes blankly looking forward.
The glow of the headlights reflected on her face, outlining a tantalizing curve. The wind was blowing her hair, fluttering it as if it was going to fall off her forehead and fill the car, blocking my breath and leaving me gasping for air.
“Will you join me for dinner?” I replied, as a motel called The Deer Hunter had appeared in the headlights ahead of me.
“Get us some food, I’m so hungry I could swallow a cow!”
I only got one room.
A very nice dinner, which was a bit unexpected for such a small motel, and I asked for a glass of red wine, which I couldn’t tell she could drink.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a nice dinner, thank you, Lyn!” She got up and walked to our room, and I watched her hips until she disappeared around the corner of the door.
When I looked back I saw Bill, the owner who shares his name with the richest man in the world, looking at me and smiling, he squeezed his eyes at me and I raised my glass in salute. The deer heads on the wall attested to the owner’s hobby, “You’ve shot all the deer in the Lochguet Mountains?!” I complimented him and he immediately pulled me into a big conversation about hunting.
I was able to get away and go back to my room, and immediately ran to the toilet, as people have three emergencies!
Pushing the door open with a jerk, the lights in the bathroom flared as an out-of-the-shower Lori gathered her hair and turned around, suddenly revealing a snow-white body that made me swoon.
It’s not the wine.
The crystal droplets on her thin, straight neck were afraid of the high peaks of her breasts, crept through the cleavage, ran on the slightly undulating belly, and finally disappeared inexorably under the deep folds that clung to each other between her thighs. Above every man’s mesmerizing gully, the sparse brown grasses added to the richness of the pubic mound.
Taking off that misleading attire, Lori no longer had that sultry do-gooder look all over her body, and there was shy surprise in the way she looked at me. No man could have composed himself in the presence of such an angelic, out-of-the-bath Aphrodite Law, and my blood boiled, my erection already pitching a high tent in front of my jeans.
I took it in stride.
(iv)
She tilted her head to meet my downward gaze, a look that had a little bit of anticipation, a little bit of shyness and a few challenges in it that I couldn’t square.
I’m going to destroy the root cause of this weakness in my heart!
Reaching out with my right hand, I harvested a slender waist, and my lips immediately imprinted on her eyes.
Instead of her being held close to me, I was enveloped by the soap-scented girlish body odor that steamed throughout her body.
My greedy hands roamed over her naked and smooth back and buttocks, my lips were like a hungry fish, drinking every drop of water from her face and neck. I buried my head between her plump, firm breasts, twisting the buds on her pink areolas and gently rubbing them, while the other peak was already lost in my mouth.
She finally couldn’t suppress a moan.
She moans, like pain, like invitation, with pleasure, with teasing. It galvanized my beast, encouraged my courage.
I then got down on my knees and put a long tongue and licked and scraped the petal-scented pussy lips. “Oh! No…”
Lori mumbled something under her breath, but a hand thrust into my hair and brought her plump pussy up to my face.
My nose, my lips plucked at her labia majora, licking and sucking at the tiny clitoris until the crystalline, sticky secretion made a mess of my face, of her shameful place.
I wrapped my arms around her legs and easily slung her over my shoulder, through the room and across the room, dropping her on the wide bed.
“Oh, gentleman! You’re so like a sack to me!” Lori complained disgruntledly.
With my eyes firmly on her, I kicked off my boots, ripped off my shirt, and pulled down my pants, my furious manhood bursting forth. The wall sconce behind me cast my shadow over and pressed against her plump, slender body.
I am a Tyrannosaurus Rex about to have another of my dinners, a snow-white lamb.
Catch her lips and let her tongue swirl back and forth; caress her breasts so that both hands are no longer empty. My knees parted her thighs and my glistening glans was already in front of her nectar-gurgling pussy.
The glans slowly dissected the petals and plunged into the hot, wet swamp, the tight grip making me giddy. With a long groan, Lori lightly stretched her arms and circled me squarely.
The long driving cock, throbbing, churning, thrusting, it was the switch for Lori’s moans, and just as the switch was turned to maximum volume, Lori tensed her thighs and climaxed.
My poor old brother is already on all sides, struggling to support, to wait for Luo Li Yin gust of beating telegram, can not help but long sigh, throwing armor, a injection of thick essence into the depths of Luo Li vagina.
The night was cool as water, and I woke up suddenly, dragging a blanket over my body.
Lori curled up in my arms and fell into a deep sleep. The moon was bright, coming through the window and splashing a bed of silver.
The same moonlight, the same slender body had slept soundly in my arms. The difference was only the color of the hair.
Xiaoxue’s favorite night is the night of the bright moon.
She always loved to stretch out her hands like to hold the moonlight, look carefully at the palm of their hands, look at their hands, “Woo”. Putting down her hands, she tilted her head towards the moon, and her neck drew a beautiful curve.
She loves the moon, I love her, she is the bright moon in my heart. The moon is high above, cold and silent, untouchable. My Xiaoxue bright and beautiful, gentle and kissable, in my arms like a little birdie.
After that candlelit night, my sister and I have often slept in the same bed.
What’s hers is mine and what’s mine is hers.
Xiaoxue’s lips were fiery, but the juices in her mouth were cool and pleasantly aromatic. She preferred me to embrace her hair and kiss tenderly. And I was even more obsessed with exploring my sister’s cozy body, caressing her plump, glossy, hairless mound and tweaking her gentle labia. I was amazed at the clear mucus she produced, and I sucked exuberantly as my sister shyly cupped my face.
“It’s so itchy, brother, don’t, don’t…”
I gently removed Xiaoxue’s panties from between her knees and then covered myself on top of her, quietly pulling mine down and letting my ferocious weapon break free. Our lips overlapped again, giving into each other.
My throbbing glans gently pressed against my sister’s pussy and began to attack aimlessly, my hardness taking her by surprise. She tried to merge her legs in fear and pushed my shoulders with both hands.
“It hurts, brother, don’t, I… brother! Stop…”
I answered with my mouth, yet my exuberant lust was like a spewing volcano, burning and erecting, turning into one reciprocal, pounding blow after another.
When my hardness finally sought a gentle void, the unprecedented momentary softness and wetness completely defeated me, and my aroused mouth squirted the first shot of this life’s virginity in front of my sister’s already defenseless hymen.
A soft sob came from underneath Xiaoxue.
The previous frenzy and the surprise of the first orgasm turned into panic and guilt: “Did I, did I hurt you?
Xiao… Xiao Xue?”
In the days that followed, Xiaoxue refused to sleep or share a pillow with me, and even pulling her hand caused her to tear up.
“I hate you!” She said hatefully, tossing her book bag on the table as I scratched my ears and heckled and coaxed again.
On the way to school, Xiaoxue walks ahead of me, and I follow right and left, racking my brain to get a laugh out of her.
She suddenly stood and turned around, tears rolling in her eye frames, and I gave in to the shock.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoxue hugged my skeleton, leaning on the shoulder, crying. In a mixture of panic and heartache, I couldn’t help but hug her, patting her on the back and coaxing her, “Good sister, good Xiaoxue, don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll buy you candies…” In my haste, I repeated the words that I had been using to coax my sister for hours.
Xiaoxue let out a giggle and turned her cry into a laugh: “Do you think I’m a baby?!”
People describe weeping beauties as pear blossoms with tears, and I can’t find any words to describe my Xiaoxue breaking into tears.
I gently kissed away the teardrops from her face and a blush crept onto her cheeks.
My young heart, why do you beat so fiercely?
(to be continued)