My Forgotten Love (1)
This is my true experience: I came to Toronto to study about four years ago, I was 19 years old, my parents sent me out, and I have an older brother at home.
To be honest, I haven’t really worked in Toronto in the past few years, my family is doing pretty well financially and I’m lazy myself.
When I first came here, I lived in a place introduced by a friend to live, and the conditions were average. The landlord came from Guangzhou, ten years, just saved enough money, bought a house, two floors, I live in the bottom, basement. there are three children in the family, a twelve-year-old girl, two boys of five and four years old.
That’s how the story begins, I was studying computers, so as soon as I arrived I bought one, internet access, school account, Free. so the days were, school, internet access.
I also play games, so often play an all-night game on weekends, but also attracted the three children to see. In this way, I was a little attention to the little girl, although she looks average, may be young, so it looks more cute, small body is quite slim, personality is quite introverted, when there are many people, seldom raise their heads to look at people. (Later realized that it may be the stuffy type) Her parents did not have any higher education, the father was smuggled over, four years later, will be the wife over.
Although in these ten years, he only in Chinatown as a driver, English only speak a few simple sentences, can be said to know no English, his wife at home to do housework, no work to do, six years, also do not know English.
When I lived there, I spoke Mandarin to my parents and English to their youngest daughter.
Her mom is home every day and doesn’t let the kids go out, and it’s kind of boring, being cooped up in the house all day.
Those three kids used to come up to my room and watch me play on the computer, the couple came down at first but later just the little kids came down, the little girl whose name was Kitty used to stand behind me and watch, her two little brothers were so noisy she tapped them twice from time to time.
In this way a long time, familiar. She sometimes quietly glanced at me with her eyes, I noticed, I can not help but psychological secret smile, so small girl will also move spring heart? She stood up to my chest.
Sometimes I let her two little brothers play on my computer too, and I stand back with her and point.
Once, as usual, I was standing with her at the back, pointing, when she suddenly turned her face to look at me with a strange look in her eyes, and I turned my face to look at her. I also turned my face to look at her. When she saw me looking at her, her face flushed red, very cute. She quietly took my hand underneath, when her two little brothers were concentrating on playing with my computer, and her parents were chatting with the neighbors up there. I thought her little hand was soft and felt nice to hold. I held it like that for a while until her mom called her, then she squeezed my hand, looked at me and ran away. At the time I just thought she was cute too.
The next day was the weekend, and her two little brothers were again preoccupied with my computer, so I watched TV on it while her dad went to work and her mom chatted with a couple of neighbors on the porch. And she quietly ran over and sat down next to me to watch TV.
A moment later, she put her hand on my arm, her face turned sideways, and quietly glanced at me with her eyes. I was trying to tease her, so I poked her little swirls with my finger, and she burst into a little grin and took the cushion and gently knocked me on the head, and I knocked her back.
She was wearing a skirt, revealing her white and tender calves. When she saw me counterattack, one leg was supported on the sofa, and she also wanted to poke my face, but she didn’t realize that her leg was pressed on my hand, so I gently pinched the knee of her calf, and she sat back down again. She used the cushion to press down on my hand, not letting me move, my hand pressed against her leg, soft, a little elastic, feels good.
She moved her body over, her hand reached under the cushion to hold my hand, the eyes of a different face looking at me, the small face of the red fluttering is very cute. I was also colorful up, hand under the cushion gently caress her thighs, feel smooth and soft. Her small breasts are undulating. I quietly hand along her thighs slowly up, in the panties at the stop, with the palm of the hand gently covered, feel soft a little elastic a little bulging. The palm of my hand soon felt a little hot.
Her hand grabbed my skeleton shoulders, gradually hard, small face red, eye waves more and more flow, small breasts rise and fall very quickly. I can not help it, hand to the panties to reach, her body a little want to shrink back, finally reached in, feel smooth and soft, gently rubbed a few times, only to feel a thin little slit. After gently touching the small slit for a few times, she suddenly shrank back and grabbed my shoulder very hard.
Suddenly I felt a hot, wet liquid flow all over my hand, and I heard her gasp for air, her little breasts rising and falling violently, her little face red as a red apple.
My Forgotten Love (2)
I quickly pulled my hand out and asked her in a low voice if she was all right, she said with a red face that she was all right, I said, while looking for a few paper towels from the tea next to me, first drying my hands, and then taking a few more, stretching my hand under her skirt, and gently helping her wipe.
She sat there hand over hand, holding her skirt in her small hands, and letting me turn sideways to wipe her down her thighs.
At this time suddenly outside, came a wave of laughter, scared me out of my wits, she hastily put down her hand, holding a cushion, pressed on her legs, her face became white. I then fixed attention to look, it was her mother outside the house and neighbors gossip, said to the funny place, laughing, followed by other people’s wave of laughter.
I whispered to her as her face gradually flushed again. Now the aftermath had to be taken care of right away, just in case something happened. I quietly told her to go to the restroom and dry her legs, and she hurriedly tried to get up from the couch, only to sit back down as soon as she stood up and her legs gave out.
Her little face turned red and her voice trembled as she said that she had no strength in her legs at all. Her legs seemed to be a little cramped. I said, “Let me help you!” Took the tissue. She lifted the edge of the skirt, revealing two white and tender little legs, my heart thumping, ghostly head to the surrounding, quickly looked around, no one, throat a little dry, secretly gasping for air.
I gently ran it down her tender leg, rubbing it, all the while keeping a nervous eye on the surrounding movements.
Wiped to the heel of her thighs, found her small panties, white, with a kitty cat, and a few flowers printed on it. At this time she said that the panties are also wet, said the small hand will be lifted skirt to the waist, the panties will unveil a corner for me to see. I hurriedly put my head over, only to see the white belly, vision down, two clamped between the white tender calves vaguely a white bulge, and then nothing can be seen.
I obediently put the paper towel in, she removed her panties downward, previously together white tender calves separated, then my paper towel reached in, gently wiping. From time to time, my hand touched the inside of her white tender thighs, feeling the warm body temperature of her inner thighs.
She was nervous too, her small breasts rising and falling against each other, making my sideways neck feel the back of my head, a gush of warm gasps that tickled a little. I didn’t really look at it, and hurriedly helped her wipe it off.
With a little more force in my hand, she gripped my skeleton a little tighter, and her little body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
When she finished wiping, she lifted up her little panties and sat down on the couch, as relieved as I was.
I got up to go throw away the paper towel and came back to sit on the couch again.
Then we began to turn our attention to the TV, each gradually calming down. While watching TV, my hand reached down and gently took hold of her calf, slowly squeezing and rubbing it in my hand to loosen it up quickly.
Her small hand rested on my arm and she used a tissue to gently wipe away the fine sweat on my forehead due to the shock earlier. I smiled sideways and she mischievously poked my cheek with her finger again, I opened my mouth and gently bit her finger. Her other hand came over and pinched my other cheek again.
My Forgotten Love (3)
I ducked back slightly, she didn’t pinch my cheek and I let go, she drew her fingers out and came to pinch my face in one smooth motion, while her hands came down in unison, I didn’t dodge this time.
She pinched my cheek in a flash, a smug smile on her face, not hard, gently, feeling a little slippery. Both of her hands were raised, I gently poked her ribs with one heel of my finger, she immediately poofed and giggled, her body trembled and shrank back, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at me, smoothly dragging a cushion from the side and hugging it in her arms. Face lowered to stick on it, crooked head quietly look at me, face with a smile, cheeks now two small dimples.
I smiled at her, then turned my head to focus on the TV, then quietly thought, she is only a eleven, two-year-old girl, just, do this to yourself, think it is just, parents are worried, do not allow to go out, all day bored at home, there is no partner to play, and now encountered me so a than her not older than dozens of years, so it is better to get acquainted with, produce friendship.
As I calmed down and returned to normalcy, I made no further moves to cheat.
She saw that my attention was no longer focused on her and sat in silence as well.
Now I look back on this one incident and wonder in my mind how my own mind could become so different after a few years that she ended up being the love of my heart.
I, too, suffered for my incestuous feelings and have left scars in my heart for them that linger to this day.
Once upon a time on the romance novels in the life and death of the love affair, thought I disdain, mother-in-law, crying, and even more despise the ballad of Joan, that her work depicts the love, vain, and out of touch with reality. Now I am hurt by my own emotions, and when I read romance novels, I feel a vague pain in my heart, and I finally realize the position of love in my own life.
We just watched TV quietly for a while, not talking to each other. At this time there were cries from below, she and I rushed down to visit, it turned out that her two little brothers grabbed the game, the result of a fight. The cries were so loud that it alarmed her mom, who coaxed and lured her with snacks. Finally the rain cleared up, and then she pointed the finger at her for just watching TV and not taking care of her brothers, scolding her and telling her and her brother not to sneak around. Said to me after that, if they misbehave, let me knock them around a few times.
I laughed. After her mom left, I sat on my bed in my house, grabbing a random book and flipping through it idly. She wiped her brother’s nose on the side, and his brothers quieted down, eyes fixed on the computer screen, concentrating. She suddenly turned to me, her eyes on me, and I looked up, four eyes, and I smiled again, reading the book, and she turned her head back.
After dinner, I was lying in bed, listening to music and reading a book. At that moment someone gently pushed the door in, I looked up, it was her, as if she had just taken a shower, changed her clothes, light green shorts, short-sleeved T-shirt with kittens and puppies printed all over it, with one hand hidden behind her back, walked over. I sat up and looked at her as her hand came out from behind her back, only to be holding a small bowl with longan in it, and placed it on my table.
I’m from the north and I’ve just seen longan, I’ve never really eaten it.
I sat down at the table and she stood in front of me, very close, a faintly soothing aroma, slowly, with occasional heat seeping through her body.
She told me to eat longan, I picked up a, just peeled off the skin, did not hold the slippery longan, fell to the ground. She laughed, said peeling longan should be like this, said from the bowl to pick up a grain, a few peeled, steadily pinched between the fingers, she suddenly reached out to my lips, the mouth of the oh, signaling to me to eat.
I was flabbergasted for a moment, I didn’t have time to react, the dragon’s eye was already on my lips, I reflexively opened my mouth, and she smoothly stuffed it into my mouth, I could only see her tiny white hands in front of me. I ate it, she looked happy, closer to me, almost pressed against me, in an instant, the originally faint aroma became strong, felt the heat emanating from her body on my face.
I unintentionally put my hand on my knee, she moved forward, her belly touched my hand, she is short, my hand gently moved, between her legs just against the back of my hand, although separated by a thin layer of clothing, is still a very strong feeling of the temperature and softness of the parts between her legs, she did not seem to notice, only a few seconds of work, I felt through the back of my hand, the body temperature of the parts between her legs, slowly rising, while feeling a little warm and wet again. I could feel the body temperature of the area between her legs through the back of my hand, which was slowly rising, and at the same time, the back of my hand felt a little warm and wet.
(to be continued)