Chapter 1

In March, the spring rain fell for several days, the whole city was wet and dark, and the cool air was flying freely. I opened my eyes gently and saw the white gauze tent blown away by the cold wind, flying enchantingly in the silence

The sound of footsteps was gradually clear outside the house. I walked to my bed. I smelled the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the unique masculine aura of that person, and invaded my nerves like poison. The heart in my chest began to jump suddenly. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths secretly - he was back

Apparently he was a little drunk, and he casually put his suit jacket on the ground, then lifted the quilt and fell heavily, not even changing his clothes.

I curled up on the bed and didn't dare to move. In the darkness, he turned over and his arms were placed on my waist. He seemed a little confused and instinctively. His palm was pressed against my abdomen. Through his nightgown, the scorching body temperature made me tremble inadvertently.

He was stunned for a moment, suddenly stood up, looked at me in the darkness, and asked tiredly and uncertainly, Ai Xi?

The thunderstorm outside the window is coming in a fierce manner, and the shocked lightning splits without warning. I trembled suddenly, turned over and lay flat, opened my eyes, and looked into his dark eyes.

Uncle asked him in a sleepy voice, "You're back."

He looked at me silently for a while, frowned slightly, turned around and turned on the desk lamp at the head of the bed, then sat up and leaned against the bed, raised his hand and frowned, and said lightly: Get up, go back to your room to sleep

I pulled the quilt up to cover my ears, stared at the hazy light, and said softly: But I'm afraid, lightning

As I said that, the night sky exploded with ferocious blue scars, as if they were tearing apart in my ears. I shrank my neck and subconsciously wanted to grab his arm. When my fingertips just touched them, I restrained myself and took them back.

My uncle still said without any emotion: You are seventeen years old, how can you run to the man's bed to sleep? Hum? Is it reasonable?

You are not an outsider... Do you not love me when I grow up?

My uncle sighed, turned off the light, lay down and turned his back to me, and said extremely tiredly: OK, stop talking, go to bed

Staring at his broad back in the dark, he moved quietly, moved a little more, closed his eyes, and felt that the mature and powerful smell surrounded me. This was the smell of my uncle. As long as he was by my side, I was not afraid of anything.

Thinking of this, I gradually fell asleep with satisfaction

***

The next morning, I was woken up by the alarm ring. I had a bad sleep since I was a kid and was prone to wake up at night. I was nervous and became more timid as I grew up.

When I heard the ringtone, my heart trembled in panic. I quickly sat up, and walked past my uncle halfway, picked up the phone on the nightstand and pressed the stop button.

Oh my God, it’s only six:30, it’s still dawn, maybe even the man hasn’t gotten up yet, I hate early self-study!

I was complaining secretly, and was about to pull back, but suddenly I found that my uncle had woken up at some point, and his eyes were slowly falling into my eyes.

Sorry, uncle, have you woken up?

He ignored me and turned over and slept in the middle of the big bed. I quickly gave him a seat, jumped out of the bed and walked out of the room.

Remember to have breakfast after you get up. I whispered and took it to the door gently.

It rained heavily last night, and the air was extremely wet and cool in the morning. I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, picked up the rubber band and prepared to tie my hair, brush my teeth and wash my face. I was raising my arms, and suddenly I found something wrong.

What's wrong? Isn't this happening every morning...

My cheeks and ears turned red because I saw me in the mirror, my thin nightgown, and the two firm points on my chest, which could clearly see the round shape. The fabric was even tense, and two points and a line. Under the light, the earnest red appeared faintly...

So, what was my uncle looking at just now? What was he looking at before looking into my eyes?

I put down my hair, looked into the mirror, and slowly pulled up my skirt until my perky breasts were completely presented to me.

I couldn't help but click a cherry, it was hard, and I remembered from my head that my uncle started to be hard

It's seventeen years old, it's already well developed. I don't know if it's big. Men seem to like something slightly bigger. In short, my own hands can't completely hold it.

uncle……

I bit my lip and found that my lower body was reacting too. I knew what that was, and my heart was about to break out with shame and longing.

I stuck out my tongue, licked my lips, and slowly touched my right hand to the wet place below.