Almost twenty years ago, I first met my godsister in kindergarten, Yan
At that time, my parents, Uncle Wen and Aunt Jun, were very good friends. The two men were colleagues at work and the two women were roommates in college.
Maybe it was just to make the relationship between the two families closer, or to the adults simply joke about their children. Since then, Uncle Wen began to call me a son-in-law.
At that time, I didn't understand what a son-in-law was. I just thought that the word "女" sounded very powerful.
So, after getting familiar with Yan and Uncle Wen, as long as I walk with Uncle Wen, whenever I meet someone I know, I will proudly tell them that I am Uncle Wen's son-in-law. It was not until a holiday a year later that I returned to my grandma's house and heard my grandma talking to others, I called my father the son-in-law. After asking, I realized what was going on.
I was so embarrassed that a little kid of four or five years old that I rushed back to the bedroom with a red face, burying my head in the quilt, and I didn't want to get up for a long time
After that, I no longer called myself Uncle Wen's son-in-law, but gradually I felt different from others about Yan.
At that time, I didn't know what this feeling was. I only knew that I like to eat and play with Yan, and sometimes I even kiss her like a sudden attack. I also like to hold her when I walk together.
Whenever adults ask me why I do this, I always answer with a sentence because she is pretty, which makes everyone laugh and call me a little pervert.
When I was in middle class, I had already touched most of the girls' body parts through my usual hugs. What followed was my strong curiosity about those parts that I couldn't see normally.
One afternoon, I tried to give Xiang Yan the idea of touching her butt while taking a nap. She twisted it and finally agreed.
So, while the teacher was out, I quietly reached out to Yan's body, who was sleeping on the bed beside me.
At some point, Yan had already pulled part of her pants down, and I easily touched it in.
Very small, very soft, very round, I touched my own with the other hand, and didn't seem to feel any difference
In contrast to my calmness and even a little disappointment, Yan chuckled and said itchy
So I grabbed it twice and then withdrew my hand. This may be the first time that Yan and I had a relatively intimate physical contact.
A few days later, another noon, Yan suddenly asked me, what is the difference between boys and girls' lower bodies? I said maybe girls don't have little cocks.
Yan went up and asked to touch me during her nap. I thought to myself that I touched her last time, and it was no big deal to let her touch her back this time, so I agreed happily, just asked to touch her underneath, and Yan agreed.
So, while the teacher was out while everyone was taking a nap, Yan and I touched each other's hands.
When Yan's hand just touched me, I couldn't help but shiver. Since I remembered, I no longer have people touch my little cock easily. Even my parents can't get my consent. This time, the sudden contact made me nervous for no reason.
I swallowed and reached into Yan's lower body. Well, it was really different from a boy. It seemed that I was missing a piece of meat, very soft and tender.
Yan laughed again like last time and patted my hand gently. I didn't stop, but wanted to continue to find the girl's place to urinate, but was stopped by Yan
On the one hand, I didn't want to make her unhappy; on the other hand, I was afraid that others would find out, so I didn't force her, and the two of them took their hands together.
That was the first time I could intuitively feel the difference between men and women's bodies
Similarly, it also gave me a more different relationship with Yan than with other girls.
For more than ten years, Yan and I went to the same school, went to school and got off every day, and did not separate from high school.
After entering junior high school, she started calling me brother, and sometimes I called her Yan and sometimes I called her sister
During that time, there were also friends or classmates who were very good at me and suggested that I pursue her or ask if we were closer to each other, but I always denied it with a smile.
Because at least at that time, I had more of a relationship with good friends and brothers and sisters for Yan.
As for what will happen in the future, I naturally didn't know at that time
At that time, my parents, Uncle Wen and Aunt Jun, were very good friends. The two men were colleagues at work and the two women were roommates in college.
Maybe it was just to make the relationship between the two families closer, or to the adults simply joke about their children. Since then, Uncle Wen began to call me a son-in-law.
At that time, I didn't understand what a son-in-law was. I just thought that the word "女" sounded very powerful.
So, after getting familiar with Yan and Uncle Wen, as long as I walk with Uncle Wen, whenever I meet someone I know, I will proudly tell them that I am Uncle Wen's son-in-law. It was not until a holiday a year later that I returned to my grandma's house and heard my grandma talking to others, I called my father the son-in-law. After asking, I realized what was going on.
I was so embarrassed that a little kid of four or five years old that I rushed back to the bedroom with a red face, burying my head in the quilt, and I didn't want to get up for a long time
After that, I no longer called myself Uncle Wen's son-in-law, but gradually I felt different from others about Yan.
At that time, I didn't know what this feeling was. I only knew that I like to eat and play with Yan, and sometimes I even kiss her like a sudden attack. I also like to hold her when I walk together.
Whenever adults ask me why I do this, I always answer with a sentence because she is pretty, which makes everyone laugh and call me a little pervert.
When I was in middle class, I had already touched most of the girls' body parts through my usual hugs. What followed was my strong curiosity about those parts that I couldn't see normally.
One afternoon, I tried to give Xiang Yan the idea of touching her butt while taking a nap. She twisted it and finally agreed.
So, while the teacher was out, I quietly reached out to Yan's body, who was sleeping on the bed beside me.
At some point, Yan had already pulled part of her pants down, and I easily touched it in.
Very small, very soft, very round, I touched my own with the other hand, and didn't seem to feel any difference
In contrast to my calmness and even a little disappointment, Yan chuckled and said itchy
So I grabbed it twice and then withdrew my hand. This may be the first time that Yan and I had a relatively intimate physical contact.
A few days later, another noon, Yan suddenly asked me, what is the difference between boys and girls' lower bodies? I said maybe girls don't have little cocks.
Yan went up and asked to touch me during her nap. I thought to myself that I touched her last time, and it was no big deal to let her touch her back this time, so I agreed happily, just asked to touch her underneath, and Yan agreed.
So, while the teacher was out while everyone was taking a nap, Yan and I touched each other's hands.
When Yan's hand just touched me, I couldn't help but shiver. Since I remembered, I no longer have people touch my little cock easily. Even my parents can't get my consent. This time, the sudden contact made me nervous for no reason.
I swallowed and reached into Yan's lower body. Well, it was really different from a boy. It seemed that I was missing a piece of meat, very soft and tender.
Yan laughed again like last time and patted my hand gently. I didn't stop, but wanted to continue to find the girl's place to urinate, but was stopped by Yan
On the one hand, I didn't want to make her unhappy; on the other hand, I was afraid that others would find out, so I didn't force her, and the two of them took their hands together.
That was the first time I could intuitively feel the difference between men and women's bodies
Similarly, it also gave me a more different relationship with Yan than with other girls.
For more than ten years, Yan and I went to the same school, went to school and got off every day, and did not separate from high school.
After entering junior high school, she started calling me brother, and sometimes I called her Yan and sometimes I called her sister
During that time, there were also friends or classmates who were very good at me and suggested that I pursue her or ask if we were closer to each other, but I always denied it with a smile.
Because at least at that time, I had more of a relationship with good friends and brothers and sisters for Yan.
As for what will happen in the future, I naturally didn't know at that time
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