Chapter 1

My cousin is the same age as me, two months older than me. She has been my dream girl since I was young, but I was too young to tell her my feelings.

Later, I went to college, but she didn’t do well in school because she didn’t do well in grades. I met a nice girl in college, and we gradually stopped contacting each other, because country girls are not as open as city people. Although I know that my cousin likes me, she has never talked to me directly. We have known each other for so many years, but we haven’t even held hands once. I can only dream of her in my dreams and imagine her slim and lovely body.

I met her when I went home for the Chinese New Year. I only went back to my hometown after working in other places for two or three years. I didn’t have time to go to my hometown to play with friends during the previous two times I went home, and I was even more embarrassed to go to her. Because she also has a boyfriend, who is a driver. He doesn’t look good, but he is very honest. I am also very happy for her. After all, I am very happy to have a man who treats her well with all his heart and takes care of her for the rest of her life. She didn’t know how she heard that I was back. I guess a friend of mine told her. She works at the post office in the town. Many people know her.

We haven’t seen each other for so many years. We are all grown up and of course not as introverted as when we were young. She said on the phone that she wanted to have dinner with me because I would leave in a few days and would not come back for two or three years. One phone call made all the feelings from childhood to adulthood go through my mind like a movie. I made an appointment with her to find a place in town to have a good chat in the evening.

In a quiet little bar, we chatted and drank. I had never looked at her so closely before. She was really beautiful. The unique quiet temperament of Jiangsu people plus a little blush on her face. I was a little drunk without knowing it. I am in marketing. Usually a bottle of white wine is a small thing. This time, three bottles of small beer made me a little tongue-tied. I told her from the bottom of my heart what I would never dare to say to her in my dreams.

She just smiled faintly, looked at me, listened to me, and drank slowly. I felt dizzy and went to the bathroom. My cousin had taken off her coat. A small T-shirt wrapped her chest bulged. I swallowed my saliva in frustration. She rolled her eyes at me and chuckled, “Little rascal!” How come she drank almost as much as I did, but was in much better spirits than me? Am I too weak to drink or is she too strong?

She went to the toilet and came out, and I was scared. Her face was not red but pale and blue, and her eyes were unfocused. There were dirty stains on her clothes from vomiting. She just saw me and wanted to talk. She fell to the ground. This scared me. I quickly helped her up. She forced her eyes open, raised her hand to touch my face, and said something unclear: “You really make me feel bad.” Then she lost consciousness.

What should I do now? She seemed to be in good spirits just now. Why is she so weak? If you can’t drink, just drink less. Really. Now I can’t send her back to her home. Not only will she be scolded to death, but she can’t explain it clearly. I can’t take her home either. My parents are asleep. If I toss her around, she won’t be able to sleep all night. After thinking for a while, I called a taxi. First, I booked a hourly room in a nearby hotel to rest and wake up.

I helped her onto the bed and gave her some hot water to drink. Her face looked much rosier. I could finally watch her quietly. She was my goddess since childhood. She breathed evenly, and her full breasts rose and fell. I felt a little dry in the mouth. She had never touched me since childhood, and now she was lying next to me. I couldn’t help but reach out and press her breasts. I didn’t feel anything because she was completely numb due to nervousness. Maybe it was because of the alcohol. I felt that my blood was rushing to my brain.

I reached out to kiss her mouth. There was a strong smell of alcohol. But her face was red, and she was really beautiful. This was not the first time I touched a woman. But the feeling of kissing her made me feel like I stole someone’s apple when I was a child, and my heart was about to jump out. Suddenly she struggled and wanted to sit up. I quickly supported her. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” She nodded and was anxious to get up. As soon as I helped her stand up, she vomited and was anxious to take off her T-shirt, saying, “It’s dirty, I need to wash it!”

I quickly said, “It’s okay, you take a rest, I’ll help you clean it up later.” She looked up at me lazily and said, “Why are you here? We were drinking just now, weren’t we?” Then she fell on the bed. I lifted her onto the bed, took a clean towel, and wiped the dirt on her vomited clothes. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, I should help her wash her clothes. It will be more comfortable to dry them later. In fact, everyone must know the real idea.

I took off her T-shirt and bra gently. Blood rushed to my head. The scene that only appears in dreams made me feel so unreal. I leaned over and kissed her cute flesh-colored nipples. I played with them gently. It was like appreciating a precious work of art. Suddenly, my cousin started humming again and tried to get up in a daze. I quickly covered her with the quilt. I helped her up: “Do you want to drink water?” She shook her head: “I want to go to the bathroom.”

I helped her up, and the quilt fell on the bed. She didn’t notice that she was naked and wanted to go to the bathroom. She fell to the ground as soon as she took a step. Fortunately, I caught her. It seems that she is really drunk. She kept muttering: “I feel dizzy and uncomfortable.”

I said: “It’s okay, I’m here...” I helped her up and walked to the bathroom. Trouble came. This toilet is not a flush toilet like the ones in big hotels. It is a squat toilet. What should I do?

I asked her: “Can you relieve yourself?”

She was limp and didn’t say anything. I leaned her against the sink. I made up my mind and helped her unbutton her pants. She half-closed her eyes and didn’t know if she fell asleep again.

After taking off her jeans. She was wearing a sexy and a little hollow underwear. Pink, very cute. The faint black color in the middle almost made me bleed from the nose. I helped her sit on the sink. I helped her take off her underwear. At this point, I became bolder. I comforted myself: I am doing what I have to do. She still half-closed her eyes and her head drooped weakly. I stretched my head to her crotch and smelled it. The faint smell of urine and body fragrance was really good.

I spread her legs and gently licked her labia. She struggled again: “It’s uncomfortable, I need to go to the toilet.” I hurriedly said: “Okay, okay, I’ll help you...”

Suddenly, a scene that only appeared in porn movies appeared in my mind. I was excited and my blood was boiling. I looked at my cousin carefully ... She was really drunk and unconscious. Otherwise, she would never be so shameless as to let me take care of her. I leaned her against the sink and lifted her legs onto the table. Move her butt out of the table. Then I carefully looked at her beautiful private parts ... I couldn’t dream of such a beautiful pink lower body in my dreams.