Chapter One

During the summer break of my second year in middle school, my fourth uncle's entire family traveled to Hualien, and they brought me along. My uncle was in his fifties and had waited decades for a child, finally having only one daughter. Because of this, he treated me like his own son whenever I visited. That night, we stayed at the Meilun Hotel; my uncle and aunt shared one room, while my cousin and I shared another.

My cousin was a college freshman at the time. Her boyfriend, whom she had met in high school, also lived in Hualien. After her shower, she changed into a cream-colored cotton nightgown. The hem reached her knees, and the vertical buttons were fastened all the way from top to bottom, yet the twin peaks of her breasts were faintly visible beneath the fabric. She always had a habit of sleeping without a bra—a detail I had noticed since primary school.

When it was my turn to freshen up, I noticed two small panties hanging on the drying rack. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen any visible lines from underwear beneath her nightgown earlier; she must have accidentally gotten them wet during her change. The thought sent a surge of excitement through me. I reached out and took those two small, thin pieces of lace, wrapping them around my growing member as I masturbated. Afterward, I washed them before finally taking my own shower.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, my cousin was kneeling on the bed, organizing some clothes while talking on the phone—likely her boyfriend who lived nearby. While she was absorbed in her conversation, I intentionally knocked a comb off the table. As I crouched down to "pick it up," I cast a sidelong glance between her legs, only to find a wave of disappointment: she was already wearing a pair of white, sheer panties.

Perhaps because we had played too hard that day, I fell asleep before ten. After an indeterminate amount of time, the sound of whispered voices woke me. I could hear my cousin repeatedly saying, "You shouldn't," while a man's voice replied, "It's okay." Ah! It was her boyfriend, Wen-Hsiung, sneaking in for a secret tryst!

"It's fine! Your little cousin has been sleeping like a dead pig for ages. Come here!" The two continued their hushed, heated debate.

Keeping my eyes barely open, I saw her white platform sandals discarded messily by the door, and her sheer white panties lying on the floor not far from the foot of my bed. Her boyfriend sat on the sofa, shirtless, pulling her into his embrace. My cousin was disheveled; the buttons of her nightgown had been undone down to her waist, exposing most of her breasts, and her skirt was hiked up to reveal her long, slender thighs. Her boyfriend was kissing her, his hands wandering shamelessly over her body.

The main lights in the room had long been turned off, but the lamp on the side table cast a glow directly onto them. Compared to the darkness of the rest of the room, that warm, amber light acted like a spotlight, illuminating their every move.

At that moment, Wen-Hsiung knelt on the floor, parting her tightly clamped thighs. He buried his head between her legs, his head moving in a rhythmic up-and-down motion. Gradually, my cousin stopped struggling. Her face flushed like a sunset, her breathing grew heavy, and she even used her hands to press his head closer, letting out soft, breathless moans of "Oh... oh..." Her back arched beautifully, and her breasts swayed with the vibration of her movements. This continued for about five minutes until she finally collapsed onto the sofa, limp and breathless, letting her boyfriend fondle her entire body.

"Baby, you're so wet! It's been over a month—did you miss me?" her boyfriend asked between kisses.

"I did! I missed your tongue so much..." she whispered. With that, she unbuttoned the rest of her nightgown, stripping completely naked. She sat up on the sofa with her legs spread wide. Her boyfriend glanced my way to ensure I was still deep in sleep, then quickly shed his remaining shorts. He guided his manhood to her entrance and began to thrust.

Wen-Hsiung was clearly an expert. As he thrust, he lifted her legs high onto the sofa to make the penetration smoother, which also gave me a perfect, unobstructed view. Watching her delicate folds being worked by his rhythm, I could no longer restrain myself. I began to rub my aching member, my body swaying with the motion. My cousin seemed to sense something and startled slightly. Taking advantage of the moment, I shifted my body, pretending to sleep while positioning myself for the best possible view. Seeing no further movement from me, she drifted back into the throes of passion.

From my new vantage point, the view was even clearer. I watched as Wen-Hsiung expertly lifted her hips, aligning himself perfectly before sliding deep inside her. The moment he entered, she let out an excited gasp, then quickly stole a glance at me. She looked caught between shyness and the fear of waking me, so she kept her cries low, continuing to moan softly with every wave of his thrusting.

Soon, she was fully lost in the sensation. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her hips swaying violently to match the force of his lunges. He, in turn, kneaded her large breasts with intensity, occasionally leaning down to lick her deep crimson areolas.

Amidst their tangled bodies, I saw her snowy breasts turn a flushed pink as they bounced with the frequency of his thrusts. They were approaching a state of total oblivion. Her moans grew louder, her eyes grew misty, and she clung to him desperately. Wen-Hsiung’s hands roamed her entire body, searching every curve. I watched the rhythmic bounce of her full breasts and the way her red lips parted and closed in pleasure.

"Oh... oh... it feels so good..." the moans continued. By now, my eyes were wide, watching every detail, etching the scene into my memory.

My cousin's eyes were wide, seemingly having forgotten my existence. She began to rock her rounded hips with even more vigor, her voice rising in passion.

"Ah... ah... harder... fuck me... mmm... harder... hurry!"

Wen-Hsiung reached a fever pitch of excitement. He cupped her smooth face and began to kiss her wildly. Even amidst the frantic kissing, she continued to bounce up and down. They didn't seem to notice that I had quietly picked up her discarded panties; I was smelling her scent and masturbating, my eyes locked onto their ecstatic display.

Suddenly, Wen-Hsiung let out a grunt, pushing her down onto the sofa. He held her shoulders firmly and began to thrust with everything he had left. My cousin remained mostly silent, merely clinging to him with her legs hooked tightly around his waist, silently savoring the final, heavy strokes. After a moment, Wen-Hsiung's hips shuddered, and he collapsed onto her, motionless.

After a few minutes, my cousin's closed eyes slowly fluttered open, and her gaze met mine. The look of pure shock on her face startled me so much that I scrambled back under my covers, holding my breath, terrified to move.

Through the haze of my confusion, I heard her tell her boyfriend to hurry and get dressed. Without explaining why, she practically chased him out of the room and then ran into the bathroom to wash herself, completely naked.

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Chapter Two

After her shower, my cousin emerged quietly, wrapped only in a large bath towel. She knelt by the sofa, appearing to search for something. At that moment, I timidly poked my head out, staring at her rounded, upturned buttocks as she knelt on the floor.

Her snowy, shapely rear was on full display as her face pressed close to the floor, her hands searching beneath the sofa. Looking at that bare, beautiful backside, I assumed she was looking for her panties.

Gathering my courage, I sat up, holding the white panties—now stained with my essence—and asked, "Cousin, are you looking for these?"

She spun around in shock, her face turning crimson. She stood up abruptly and whispered, "Ah-Ching, don't you dare tell anyone, okay?" She marched over to me, snatched the panties back, and turned on the main light. When she saw the sticky, lewd traces of my climax on the fabric, she let out a playful, embarrassed scold. "You little pervert! You made a mess of my panties. Now I have nothing to wear!"

Seeing her like this, my boldness grew. I lunged forward and tugged at her bath towel, teasing her, "You were so naughty just now, Cousin! It was like watching an adult movie! Maybe tomorrow I'll tell Uncle and Aunt everything, and tell them to..."

She froze, her face turning pale with shock. To my surprise, the towel slipped completely from her body. She stood there, naked and blushing furiously, while I stared blankly, my hard member throbbing as I gazed at her naked form. Under the bright light of the room, her beauty was even more intoxicating and clear than ever.

Suddenly, she pulled me toward her bed, pushing me down. She stripped off my shorts and knelt between my legs. With her slender hands, she began to stroke my hard cock, and then she took me into her mouth. Her crimson lips and delicate tongue worked magic, sucking and licking with a precision that sent waves of pleasure straight to my brain—it was a thousand times more intense than any masturbation I had ever experienced.

I sat up, watching her head bob up and down between my thighs. Seeing her high, arched buttocks and her heavy, swaying breasts made my heart race. Her flushed breasts bounced against my thighs with every movement of her head. Unable to bear the stimulation, I reached out—one hand pressing her head down while the other kneaded her breasts. The more I squeezed those white, soft, hot mounds, the more excited I became, rubbing her nipples until they stood hard and peaked.

She responded with even more fervor, sucking, licking, and nipping at me. Before long, the sensation became overwhelming, and I climaxed inside her mouth. She stood up, spat the essence into her palm, looked at the lewd fluid, and then looked at me with a smile. She brought her hand to her mouth and swallowed every last drop with a satisfied gulp.

"Hey, you little pervert, why are you just sitting there? Go to sleep! Aren't you supposed to wake up early tomorrow to tell my parents what happened? Heh... heh... let's see how you manage to say it!"

I chuckled, putting up my hands in a gesture of surrender, and crawled back to my bed. After two rounds, though incredibly satisfied, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

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Chapter Three

That night, in my dreams, my cousin was ravishing me! When I jolted awake, I checked the clock; it was only a little after four in the morning. I turned my gaze toward her bed. She was sleeping completely naked, with only a small blanket covering her from the waist down. Her steady breathing and serene face made it hard to believe the wildness of the previous night.

Her large, high breasts rose and fell gently with her breath. The old lust returned. I crept toward her, reaching out to lightly knead her peaked nipples, playing with the softness of her breasts. Watching her pink nipples harden under my touch, I leaned in and used my tongue to taste her like a ripe, sweet grape.

While my tongue teased her nipples, my hand continued to massage her fullness. Soon, her breathing grew heavy and her cheeks flushed. I gently parted her legs and leaned down; she was already damp. I used my tongue to taste her sweet, succulent nectar, licking the tender folds of her flesh while stroking her milky-smooth skin. She began to react, her hips swaying slightly as she let out soft moans.

"Mmm... ah... mmm..."

Her sultry moans were enough to melt my heart. Pressing my body against hers, I pulled out my swollen member and brushed it against her entrance before thrusting deep, sliding into her hot, slick channel. I began to move with a frantic, desperate rhythm.

"Cousin... oh, my dear cousin..." a moan escaped my lips.

Startled awake, she cried out, "No, not like this!" while playfully pounding at my shoulders.

Ignoring her feigned resistance, I thrust harder. Before long, her struggling turned into her gripping my back, her long nails digging into my muscles. Though she still whimpered "No... no...", her hips were twisting instinctively to meet every thrust.

Suddenly, she pushed me back slightly and whispered, "Be gentle... come, let me kiss you..."

She cupped my face, her red lips parting as her fragrant tongue met mine. We engaged in a deep, swirling kiss, our tongues dancing together. I mimicked her passion, exploring the roof of her mouth and the tip of her tongue, savoring the warm, wet sensation of our shared saliva.

As we kissed wildly, my excitement peaked. My right hand gripped her firm, rounded breast, feeling the perfect elasticity of a mature woman.

I pushed forward, and she clamped her legs tightly around my waist. She held me so firmly it felt as if my waist might snap. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she arched her hips. Her long hair spilled across the pillow, and her voice sounded almost like a sob of pure desire.

While my fingers teased her engorged nipples, my lips traveled down her body. When I reached her breasts again, I began to suckle them hungrily. She screamed in excitement, her naked body twisting, her breasts thrusting upward as her eyes drifted half-closed in ecstasy.

"Oh... suck them... harder... yes... oh... oh..."

Unable to hold back, I began to suckle her areolas while increasing the speed of my thrusts. Driven by pure lust, we moved together until we were drenched in sweat. Finally, reaching the peak of my climax, I exploded deep inside her. Being an experienced woman, she timed it perfectly, pulling him out just as the essence sprayed across her pubic hair and belly.

Afterward, I lay on top of her, playing with her reddened breasts. She used her hands to clean the mess, even licking the traces from her skin with relish. After a while, she held me quietly, stroking my face. Her palms still smelled of me, but neither of us spoke of it. Soon, we both fell into a deep slumber.

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Chapter Four

It wasn't until the hotel's "morning call" at nearly eight o'clock that we were awakened.

This morning, my cousin was wearing a vibrant red sleeveless mini-dress with white polka dots, revealing her snowy thighs. Underneath, she wore a pink spaghetti-strap bra and white platform sandals. Since her panties from last night hadn't dried, she had decided to go out without them—a thought that felt both confusing and thrilling.

The tight dress beautifully accentuated the curve of her hips whenever she bent or turned. When I pointed this out, she blushed and playfully swatted me. "It's all your fault, you little pervert, making me go out without panties!"

Our uncle took us all the way to Yilan that day, and we stayed at the Tang Dynasty Hotel in Jiaoxi that evening.

Throughout the journey, my cousin acted very demure. Perhaps she was afraid of a wardrobe malfunction, as she always made sure I was walking behind her to act as a shield. When the wind picked up, she would clutch the hem of her skirt, terrified it would blow up and reveal her bare bottom. Her cheeks were constantly flushed, and her eyes held a certain glint of desire; she walked with her thighs pressed tightly together, her hips swaying in a way that made my heart ache with longing.

After dinner, around nine in the evening, our aunt and uncle retired early, exhausted. My cousin, however, claimed she wasn't ready for bed and asked me to walk with her in the large garden behind the hotel.

The garden was immense. We walked for twenty minutes before reaching the center. At this hour, there was no one around but the two of us and the dim glow of the path lights. Suddenly, she pulled me into a tight embrace. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her red lips parted as she kissed me. She let me taste her sweet tongue while her hands roamed restlessly over my body.

Unable to take the tension, she turned around and knelt on the grass, arching her hips high and spreading her legs wide. Her smooth, panty-less buttocks were laid bare before me. With the red fabric of her skirt fluttering, she began to shake her hips, unbuttoning her dress and shedding her bra to reveal her large, white breasts. She sat back on the lush green grass, kneading her own breasts until they were slightly deformed by her touch. She cried out loudly, "Quick... come and fuck me! Hurry! I want you so much! Ah... ah... come on!"

Even though there was no one nearby, her sudden outburst nearly frightened me half to death! To satisfy her urgent need and stop her embarrassing cries, I quickly shed my trousers right there in the middle of the garden. I lifted her red skirt, pulled out my hard cock, and thrust roughly into her already dripping entrance. The thrill of "stealing" a moment in a public place added a whole new layer of excitement.

Perhaps it was the thrill of the "secret" act that made her so wanton. Half-naked, she gripped the iron post of a lamp for support, bending forward with her rear thrust high in the air. I hugged her tightly from behind, my hands gripping her firm breasts as my thick, red shaft hammered into her wet heat.

"Oh... oh... you're going to kill me... oh... ah... ah..." she moaned breathlessly.

I thrust even harder, my hands kneading her bouncing breasts with ferocity. Her cries grew louder, her long hair dancing wildly as she tossed her head back and forth.

Driven by her soul-stirring moans, I continued my wild, primal assault until her strength gave out. She collapsed onto the soft grass, her legs trembling, her lips letting out soft, sobbing moans as I claimed every inch of her beautiful skin, not stopping until I had emptied myself deep inside her.

"Is it okay to finish inside you? What if you get... pregnant?" I asked, a hint of post-coital regret in my voice.

"Don't worry! I took a contraceptive pill during dinner," she laughed. "Otherwise, would I have let a little pervert like you have so much fun?"

We lay there on the vast lawn, staring up at the twinkling stars. She confessed that because she wasn't wearing panties, her lower body had felt cool and sensitive all day. The short skirt made her feel exposed; every time she felt someone looking, a wave of shyness would cause her to spasm, followed by a rush of moisture that kept her constantly wet and aching for a man. "Doing it here, in this empty place, was incredible!" she whispered. "It was the most intense climax of my life!"

She grew more animated as she spoke. She confessed that during lunch, she had slipped away to the restroom to use her fingers to relieve her mounting tension. She also revealed that her first time was only six months ago, when her boyfriend Wen-Hsiung had coaxed her into it just before high school graduation. As she recounted her sexual experiences with him, my member hardened once more, and we went for another round!

By the time we returned to our hotel room, it was eleven o'clock. We shared a bath, and the friction of the soap and bubbles led to yet another intense encounter. Afterward, we retreated to our respective beds and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.