Chapter One

My cousin, Rose, is an incredibly capable woman. She is several years older than me, yet at only twenty-four, she has already taken on a key management position in my uncle's company, establishing herself as a formidable businesswoman. It isn't just her brilliant mind that captivates; her beauty is so pure and breathtaking that she is truly a natural temptress.

Rose possesses skin as white as fresh snow and a mane of lustrous, jet-black hair that cascades all the way down to her waist. With her full, firm breasts, slender waist, curvaceous hips, and long, elegant legs, there isn't a man alive who wouldn't feel his blood surge at the sight of her. More importantly, her face—so innocent and gentle, like that of an angel—is enough to make many young women burn with jealousy.

Rose has always been the one most adored in my heart. I remember the ancient saying that a man should marry a woman of grace; though I am not a great conqueror, my only wish is to marry Rose and grow old by her side.

The mere thought of her lying in the arms of another man is unbearable; if that day ever came, I would rather die than live in such agony. Sadly, I know that a love for my cousin is forbidden by the conventions of society, so I have kept my burning passion buried deep within my soul.

During the second week of summer vacation, my uncle insisted I stay at his house for a few days to keep him company at Go. Of course, a chance to be near Rose was an opportunity I could never refuse.

Every day, seeing her stirred up bittersweet memories, combined with the sweltering summer heat, made my lust increasingly difficult to control. Every night, I would deliberately wait until after Rose had finished her bath before entering the bathroom myself. My goal was always the same: to steal her lace panties to aid in my solitary pleasures.

Perhaps it was her fondness for the color white, but all of her bras and panties were made of white silk or delicate sheer gauze, and the styles were incredibly provocative. When I brought her freshly discarded panties—still warm with her scent—to my face, a faint, intoxicating fragrance drifted toward my nose. Oh, that was her essence! The thought of it sent me into a frenzy, and I began to masturbate, wrapping her soft lace around my small member, which was already straining toward the sky.

In a trance, it felt as though my cock was sliding into her slightly damp, pink flower, bringing me to a nameless, exquisite climax. Even though I knew such an act was a desecration of her purity, it was the only way to vent the overflowing love in my heart.

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Chapter Two

Today is Saturday. Since my uncle, aunt, and Rose had to attend a business banquet, they hurried out after preparing dinner for me, leaving me alone in the silent house. Little did I know that tonight would be the turning point of my life...

When the clock struck ten, I turned off the boring television programs, preparing to head to my room for a quick session of self-pleasure before sleep. Just then, Rose returned home early, arriving alone by taxi with a somewhat unsteady gait.

It turned out she had suddenly felt unwell and decided to come back early to rest. Seeing her in such a fragile state made my heart ache with tenderness. I rushed to prepare a warm bath for her. After bathing, she emerged wearing only a white bathrobe. Though her complexion had improved, a lingering fatigue still shadowed her eyes.

"Rose, let me give you a massage to help you relax, okay?" I said tenderly.

After a moment of hesitation, she smiled and agreed. I had her lie face down on the large sofa in the living room, then straddled her hips to begin the massage.

The moment my hands touched her full, elastic buttocks, my member stood half-hard instantly. I fought to suppress the fire in my loins as I worked on her. As soft, contented moans escaped her lips, I knew my technique was working—a skill perfected by all the times my mother had made me massage her to relieve her fatigue.

As my hands wandered over her hips, the temptation became too great; I began to loosen the tie of her robe. To prevent suspicion, I whispered, "It's more effective if the clothes are loose... it's how I usually massage Mom..."

To my surprise, she didn't doubt me at all, shifting her body to make it easier for me. As the robe slipped away, she was left in nothing but a pair of white panties, her flawless, naked body laid bare before my eyes. Fighting the urge to pounce, I continued the massage for a while before whispering, "Rose... it's time to massage your front..."

At my words, her body trembled slightly, but she cooperated, turning over to face me. Perhaps she was shy, for she closed her eyes, refusing to meet my gaze. But when the full sight of her front hit me, the blood rushed to my head, leaving me dizzy with desire.

Ah! She was the most beautiful creature in the world. Her snowy, high breasts, her cherry-red areolas, her petite nipples, and her smooth, flat abdomen—even the goddess Venus would have paled in comparison to Rose.

I straddled her once more, this time positioning my cock directly against her tender mound. Even through the silk panties, it felt as though her core possessed a strange, magnetic suction that made my member throb. Rose seemed to sense my arousal; her face flushed a deep crimson, yet she offered no reproach.

Growing bolder, I cupped her heavy, white breasts in my hands, kneading them, while using my thumbs and forefingers to roll and pinch her nipples. Unable to withstand the stimulation, her body began to writhe like a water snake, her hips arching up and down rhythmously. Her swollen slit rubbed incessantly against my cock. Finally, unable to contain the primal urge, I leaned down to feast upon her breasts.

I teased her with my teeth, biting the engorged nipples, then used the tip of my tongue to trace circles around her pale areolas. Suddenly, Rose let out a loud, breathless moan. That single, sultry cry gave me immense courage, and I began to shower the rest of her body with kisses...

After a long bout of lip and tongue, her neck, breasts, and abdomen were slick with my saliva and kiss marks. Finally, my tongue slid down to the lush, grassy valley below—the sacred land my heart had long yearned for.

It was then that I realized her panties were already soaked through, the dark, fine hair clinging to the damp fabric. As I slid the wet silk off her, I finally beheld the pink vulva that had haunted my dreams for over a decade. It was as smooth and white as mutton fat, and to my surprise, her labia majora were not as heavily covered in hair as I had imagined.

I began to part her folds with my fingers, pressing my lips against the swollen, tender flesh. As I licked and sucked her labia, my tongue teased her clitoris, until Rose finally cried out in a loud, uninhibited wail: "Oh... oh... oh! My dear Ah-Ching, my sweet little brother, you're making me feel so good... I... I can't take it... oh... I want your big cock... mm... mm... I'm going to come... ohhh!"

Waves of nectar flowed from her core. Like a man dying of thirst, I drank her essence as if it were divine ambrosia, before losing all reason and driving my red, throbbing cock straight into her beautiful slit.

Rose felt as tight as a maiden; could it be she was still a virgin? It didn't matter. I thrust forward with primal vigor, feeling the warm, wet walls of her vagina wrap tightly around my shaft.

As my hips began to pump, Rose met my rhythm, twisting her lithe waist to welcome every thrust. I drove deeper and harder, relentlessly attacking her. After several minutes of intense friction, her walls suddenly spasmed and pulsed around me with an indescribable intensity. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine, and I finally erupted, flooding her with thick semen!

Feeling the hot surge of my seed inside her, Rose cried out in ecstasy, "Ah... ahhh! It feels so good... it's killing me... ohhh!"

We had reached our climax at the exact same moment. I kept my cock buried deep within her warmth, letting it soften slowly inside her. She held me tightly, and as she did, I caressed every inch of her skin, especially the smooth, supple curves of her buttocks, occasionally letting my fingers slip into her tight, puckered rosebud.

Our lips met as intimately as our bodies, our tongues dancing and exploring one another's mouths. After a long, heated kiss, I gathered all my courage and looked deep into her eyes. "Rose, do you know how long I've loved you in secret? Do you know how much I wish to call you my beloved, rather than just my cousin? In my heart, you have always been my woman. I love you more than my own life. Will you marry me? I can't imagine a life without you..."

Rose let out a soft, melancholy sigh. "Ah-Ching, don't you see? We can't truly be together... it would be a scandalous love. If our parents found out, they wouldn't just stop being in-laws; they might stop being family altogether. Let's just forget it... let us be secret lovers instead. Whenever you need me, you can come to me... and I... I will make you happy!"

Hearing her words, my heart felt as though it had fallen into an ice cellar, yet at the same time, the idea of being her "secret lover" sent a strange thrill through me.

As if reading my mind, she smiled tenderly. "You silly boy. Even if you marry someone else, you can still come to me, until the day you grow tired of it. I love you too... otherwise, why would I have given my body to you just now?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears escaped my eyes. I kissed her frantically to confirm this was real, and she responded with equal passion. In that moment, our years of longing finally found an answer. Driven by curiosity, I whispered, "Rose... why is there so little hair down there? Did you shave?"

Blushing deeply, she whispered, "I'm a 'white tiger'... a woman born without hair there!" It dawned on me then, but it didn't matter at all. Being able to make love to Rose was the greatest happiness of my life.

Suddenly, the sound of a car approached outside. Uncle and Aunt were home! It was already past midnight. We scrambled to our respective rooms, terrified of being discovered.

Perhaps exhausted from the battle or startled by the noise, we both fell into a deep sleep shortly after, limbs entwined...

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Chapter Three

The next morning, when I woke, to my astonishment, Rose was already in my room, sleeping soundly in my arms. Her youthful, dreamy sleeping pose instantly reignited my desire, and my member stiffened once more. Yet, I dared not move, fearing my uncle or aunt might walk in.

But before I could make a move, Rose stirred. She woke with a mischievous glint in her eyes, began stripping off our clothes, and crawled on top of me. "Relax," she whispered, her hips already beginning to grind against mine. "My parents left early; they won't be back until noon. Come... let's continue the fun from last night..."

Before she could finish, she guided my hard, aching cock into her own wetness, which was already dripping onto my skin. Having rested all night, my member felt massive, and as soon as it entered her, she was filled to the brim. Rose was so intuitive; she knew exactly what I needed, and so, our morning "exercise" began...

After three more rounds of vigorous combat, we finally left the bed to wash up in the bathroom. But even there, the passion flared again—partly because Rose kept teasing and washing my cock, making it throb with renewed excitement. This time, it was my first time exploring her tight, puckered rear!

From then on, whenever the opportunity arose, we would act like newlyweds. We would make love naked on the living room sofa, on the kitchen counters, even at the dining table or in the bathtub. We lived a blissful, secret life as lovers.

And that was the special, early gift Rose gave me, just before my sixteenth birthday arrived...