(i) Uncle and Sister
As a child, the sky was filled with a few memories of incest for me.
My house is one of the households nestled in a row of unauthorized buildings somewhere in Taipei. The adults there play cards as their daily leisure activity. That’s why some days, there were always children sleeping together with their parents’ poker partners on the big bed in our house. Of course, I was happy to be there, because I could always fall asleep with my sister.
My sister was very kind to me. She would always wait until the kids were asleep, put her hand under my blanket, gently pull down my pants, and then hug me tightly. In fact, I didn’t really understand what she was doing at that time, but I just felt that it was like swimming in the water, and I always had the feeling of being suddenly liberated after peeing, which was very comfortable.
Of course, there’s a reason I can get such special service from my sister.
I remember it was a Sunday morning, and my dad and mom had run off to play cards at whoever’s house they were at. When I woke up, the house was silent. I got used to it, at least on weekends and holidays, which was a common occurrence in my house.
I rubbed my eyes and walked into the front room across the kitchen walkway, crossed the queen-sized bed where my parents slept, and was about to walk towards the living room to see if my sister, who wasn’t sleeping, had also gone out with Mom and Dad. Instead, I found my sister sitting on my uncle’s lap with her back to me, holding a quill pen and making noises like when I was sick. As if he was teaching her how to write with a brush, he held her waist with one hand, grasped her right hand with the other, and rested his head on her shoulder.
“Oh! So Sister is practicing her brush writing!”
That was one of the jobs I hated the most, and was thinking of escaping outside to play hostess with Ah Hua, lest I be caught practicing my writing brush, as my sister was unlucky to be.
“Eh! Why are Uncle’s pants a little weird!”
I looked at the space by the rocking chair with the belt protruding out and was feeling a few curiosities.
My eyes couldn’t help but follow the belt. My sister’s skirt was pulled up over my uncle’s belly, and at the base of her thin white thighs, there was a round, dark rod, which appeared and disappeared as my sister twisted her body… ‘Uncle, what kind of game are you playing?’ I quietly walked up to them and suddenly asked.
‘D…’
‘No, I’m teaching her to write…’ Uncle and sister said almost together after a moment of jawing.
Of course, Uncle was even more nervous as he pulled his sister’s skirt downward to cover the part where they met.
I looked at them with a look of disbelief.
Seeing this, the uncle moved over and laboriously took a red ten dollar bill out of his pants pocket.
‘Go! Go out and play.’
“I want to “join”! (Participate means to join or come together at that time)
‘You want to write?!’ My uncle knew I hated writing brushes and pretended to be angry to scare me.
I spit out my tongue, grabbed the ten bucks, and ran out the door as fast as I could. In my ears was my uncle’s line, ‘Don’t tell your mom, you hear me?!’
Whatever! I can buy a lot of food with Flora for ten dollars!
After that, my uncle took my sister and I to the movies or just around. Although every time we went out, I didn’t see them for a long time. But the gifts and candies I received made me less aware of where they were going, not to mention my sister’s occasional special services!
This situation also lasted until my uncle’s death, when I was ten years old.
(ii) Little Auntie
During the summer and winter vacations of my childhood, I would always follow my aunt and uncle to my grandmother’s house, which was located on the side of a mountain, to play for a few days.
Actually, it’s really not too much fun there. After getting off the train at the tiny train station, it was a long, long walk. There were times when I could hitch a ride on an acquaintance’s oxcart, but the bumpy gravel road, combined with the oxen’s slow pace and muffled body odor, made my cousin and I jump up and down to relieve the irritation in our noses.
What attracted my cousin and me to Grandma’s house was never the green bamboo threads that often fell from the bamboo edges, or the pot-bellied fish by the creek, let alone the centipede that was longer than my little arm. In fact, it would have to be my little Auntie Shuzhen, who always made me clamor to go along.
Little Auntie Shujin is the youngest daughter of my fifth uncle. A year older than me and a year younger than my cousin. She was wild and good at running. Always teasing and bullying me during the daytime, while I couldn’t catch up with her. So, always hated her with a passion. But at night, she is like a different person, like to stick to me and my cousin, hiding together in the mosquito net, east pinch west pinch, help us pound the back or massage the whole body, and sometimes also tell us some stories to listen to.
In the countryside, people sleep early and get up early. The men go to the fields early in the morning to work, and the women go to the river to do laundry or gossip, and most of the rest are like us kids around the house, playing hide-and-seek, hopscotch, and other games.
I don’t quite remember what day it was, I only know that it was a long time since the dawn of time. Sleeping in the big head sleep I, moncler in, always feel the bed old like an earthquake like non-stop shaking. I slightly open my eyes, looking at the side of my cousin’s large quilt unusually up and down drumming, I think it may be cousin and small aunts and play ‘wrestling’ it!
Little Auntie would sometimes play with me though, but I punched and kicked at her who was much stronger than me and was always on top of me, so that she couldn’t get my pants off successfully and gave up (the rule of our game was that the person who could get the other person’s pants off was to be punished by the one who won, and the way of punishment was to be decided by the one who won).
I violently lifted up the quilt covering my cousin…
“Cousin won… yeah! Why aren’t either of them wearing pants?!” I stared at each other like a cousin and a young aunt.
‘Throat… Oh!’
Watching my cousin’s cock slowly slide out of my little auntie’s white fleshy hole. I wagged my index finger at both of them and made a show of rushing out to tell my aunt or fifth uncle.
Suddenly, my whole body was embraced by my cousin, and my little aunt pressed up with him.
‘ㄝ! I’ll never talk to you again.” Little Auntie pouted, her eyes were on the verge of tears.
‘I don’t care! Who told you all to bully me!’ I ignored her and struggled to get the two of them apart.
Don’t tell anyone! I’ll let you do the same! Okay?’ （Cousin suggested, grabbing my hand and placing it on my auntie’s hole.
‘You played too!’ Cousin muttered as he rubbed my hand up and down Auntie Jr.’s wet pussy.
‘Not really! I didn’t.’ I drew my hand back hard, looking at the residual water on my palm.
‘Ah… it’s… so dirty! Little… Auntie… stealing… pee… pee!’ I screamed loudly.
Cousin quickly stopped my mouth and signaled me to look at my little aunt to think of a way to stop it.
Auntie Jr. looked at the stubborn me and quickly pulled down my pants, facing me with her whole body, grasping her soft cock with one hand and spreading her big white round pussy lips with the other, she half squatted down and sat down, rocking her firm ass back and forth.
As I looked at my little aunt’s movements, I couldn’t help but think of the familiar picture of my uncle and sister, and my dick followed suit by inexplicably jerking upwards.
‘So little and still so bad!’
Auntie probably knew that I wouldn’t tattle on her, so she positioned my penis against her slit and smiled smugly…
(iii) Voyeurism
After I started junior high school, my family was assigned to a 10-ping-sized apartment with the demolition of the illegal building, which was quite a small space. Mom and Dad probably also discovered the protruding knot on my throat and the clear liquid that was often left on my underwear, and even divided that 10-ping space into four rooms.
The thought that the special service of her sister before had been separated by the newly available cubicle was not a good taste in my heart. In addition, I also had ignorant fantasies about love affairs between men and women with the 14th chapter of the first grade health education.
I always tried to approach my sister, consciously or unconsciously, but she avoided it as if she had changed her ways.
Much to my chagrin, I tried everything I could think of to try to relive my old dreams, which finally led me to discover the little secret of my new home.
It was a winter evening and it was getting dark earlier. When I came home from school, it was dark at home. Since moving to the new house, my dad always arrived home at nearly seven o’clock every day, and my mom didn’t know whether she had gone to the market to buy groceries or had a card game pending. I opened the door and was about to turn on the headlight in the room. Suddenly I realized that in front of the toilet, there was a ray of white light.
“Who is it? …Doubt! Sis is getting out of class!” I glanced at the shoebox at the door; my sister in the third year of the state was rarely home before me.
I laughed suddenly, setting my book bag down on my shoulder in the dark and gently closing the door behind me. Walking on my feet to the front of the toilet, I knelt on the footrest mat in front of the toilet and peered in through the tiny keyhole opening.
“Wow! That was awesome. Sis is in the shower.”
The toilet and bathroom in my house are together, and it’s very small, less than a ping. The toilet door opens to the toilet, which is next to a two-face-sized sink, and next to that is the wall. The view of the keyhole is just enough to reach the door, and unless you are standing directly under the rosette, you can’t escape the prying eyes of the small hole.
I excitedly unbuttoned my khaki pants and pulled out my already-expanding penis, rubbing it up and down as I did so. After all, it was what I had been waiting for, and as politicians often say these days: unsatisfactory, but acceptable!
Sister bathing wash very carefully, first with both hands rubbing soap, coated the entire front half of the body, especially in her fat tits, she always over and over again with soap lather cloth it. I looked carefully, always felt that my sister’s nipples are very large, areola is also very obvious, not quite the same as the little aunt Shuzhen.
After washing the front, my sister proceeded to coat the entire towel with soap, and then grabbed one side of the towel with one hand and washed her back in a staggered fashion. Of course, it wasn’t that exciting, and I had to undo the belt on my pants. Because I knew she was about to wash her pussy!
Sure enough, my sister spread her legs slightly, straightened the towel with both hands and spun it into a long thin strip, one hand in front; one hand behind, she pressed it tightly under her labia, cleaning the lower part like playing a huqin. The whole thin towel was sunk into the slit, and the plump petals kept opening outward as it moved.
I opened my eyes wide and looked inward, wishing I could see the whole of my sister’s slutty little pussy, and at the same time, I accelerated the up and down movement of my hand. She put down the towel and cleaned her pussy with her palm, and two of her fingers went into her vagina…
“Whoa! Can’t take it anymore!” I clenched my hips and squirted forward hard with spurt after spurt of cum.
Looking at the white thick mass on the ground, I really wished that I could exchange it with the foam on my sister’s honey hole! Despite the emptiness I felt after masturbating, I was still excited to discover the source of the light at home. And it was the solution to many of the physical needs I had during my junior high school years…
(iv) Dad
My father was a very strict disciplinarian, at least until the Child Welfare Act.
Whenever we made a mistake that he found unforgivable, he would strip us naked and beat us with a belt or a hose. What’s more, he would enforce the “guilt-by-association” law – if one of us made a mistake, two of us would be punished, so my sister and I were quite scared.
I remember the day my mother went on another poker expedition, and I stole $100 from my father’s pocket, but I don’t know what I used it for. You can guess the result. At the same time I was beaten up, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I revealed my sister’s affair with my uncle.
Wow! Sister was stripped of her bra and panties by dad, and hung by a rope in the living room to be whipped hard. Sister’s fat tits, along with dad’s flying belt, constantly trembled. A red whip mark filled her snow-white body.
‘Dad! I won’t dare next time.’ Tears flooded her sister’s eyes like rain, her mouth kept mumbling, and her legs kept shaking.
‘Next time, you want there to be a next time!’ The belt in Dad’s hand was never stopping.
‘Shit, I’ll let you now.’
Dad held his sister’s thighs like crazy, lifted her pussy lips with his right hand, and licked her buds and honey hole with his tongue.
‘Dad! No, I really don’t dare anymore.’ Sister’s feet were crossed and curled together, because there was nothing to hold them open again in a short while.
I was really kind of surprised at what my dad did and stayed over there not knowing what to do.
”What are you still staying there for? Won’t you come along and help me, make your sister feel good!’
Now I was even more dumbfounded. I really didn’t know how to help my dad, although my heart snickered a little.
‘Dad, don’t! … brother you can’t…’ The sister shook the rope tied to her hands and kicked her feet around.
‘Come over here and grab your sister’s feet!’ Dad called out to me, while taking off his underwear and holding his cock in one hand and pushing it hard into my sister’s hole.
Hearing my dad’s yell, I walked over to my sister and squatted down, grabbing her feet and driving them outward, my eyes involuntarily looking upward at my dad and sister copulating.
Dad’s dark rod flipped in and out of the labia majora, and the veins on the entire cock were stained with the clear obscenity secreted by her sister. Sister narrowed her eyes, swaying her fat ass, with dad’s constant undulation, the tears on her face have long been replaced by the pleasure of the meat stick into the aftermath.
‘Dad… your… penis… makes me… so… beautiful…’
Sister’s moaning stimulated dad to accelerate the piston action, probably because standing was too much effort, dad put down his sister who was hanging, then lifted her whole feet upwards, the whole person holding the penis, grinding on the pussy lips, abruptly sinking the whole thing into the meat hole.
‘Ah… Dad…’ Sister’s slightly furrowed brow seemed to be unable to accept Dad’s entire penetrating penis for a moment.
In the heat of the moment, of course, Dad couldn’t care less, and his loins swung wildly, the rattling sound of two fleshly bodies meeting, rippling through the house.
‘It’s coming… out… out…’ Dad hissed.
When her sister heard this, she gripped her hands tightly around her father’s hips and pushed up to match his undulations, like she wanted him to plant his seed in her womb.
On the sidelines, I, knowing that my dad was about to cum, hurriedly took off my pants and worked my dick up and down with my hand.
‘… coming…’ Dad pulled out his cock and rubbed his sister’s fat tits while spewing a stream of thick cum over her body.
And I quickly climbed up after Dad left my sister’s body in satisfaction. My sister’s wet pussy simply made it effortless for me to penetrate.
As I did, I caressed my sister’s clit with my thumb, and she frantically spread her legs and clamped her hips around me, swinging in time.
‘Faster… Dee… Harder…’
I looked at my sister’s slutty appearance and aroused my sadistic heart. While slapping the bruises on the side of her thighs, I rotated my hips and ground my glans against the opening of her womb.
As if she couldn’t stand my grinding, she kept yelling and urging me to hurry up.
Seeing that the time was almost right, I accelerated my undulating movements, my glans gradually felt the numbness, and the root of my thighs also transmitted the pre-cumming pleasure to my brain. I followed my father’s example and pulled out my cock and shot it onto my sister’s heaving breasts.
In the days that followed, whenever mom went to play cards at night, dad and I would take turns with my sister, who, of course, had two or three children for the sake of this incestuous relationship until she got married at the age of eighteen.
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