Xiao Ya Ya (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

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2011-4-12
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About four years ago, I came to Toronto to study. I was 19 years old at that time and my parents sent me out. I have an older brother at home. To be honest, I have never worked in the past few years I have been in Toronto. My family's financial situation is pretty good, and I am just lazy. When I first arrived, I lived in a place introduced by a friend, and the conditions were average. The landlord came from Guangzhou. He had saved enough money ten years ago and bought a two-room house. I lived in the basement. There were three children in the family, a twelve-year-old girl and two boys aged five and four.
This is how the story begins. I studied computer science, so I bought a computer as soon as I arrived and used the school account, which was free. So the days are like this: go to school and surf the Internet.
I also like playing games, so I often play all night long on weekends, which also attracted the three children to watch. Just like that, I started to pay some attention to that little girl. She looked average, maybe because she was young, so she looked cute. She had a slim figure and a very introverted personality. When there were many people around, she seldom looked up at people. (Later I realized that she might be the type who is introverted and reserved.) Her parents did not receive any higher education, and her father came here illegally. Four years later, he brought his wife over.
Although he has only worked as a driver in Chinatown for the past ten years, he can only speak a few simple sentences in English and can be said to not understand English. His wife does housework at home and has not had a job for six years, and she also does not understand English.
When I lived there, I spoke Mandarin with my parents and English with their little daughter. Her mother stays at home every day and doesn't let the children go out, which is quite boring. Staying at home all day. The three children often came to my room to watch me play computer. The couple came down at first, but later only the children came down. The little girl's name was Kitty. She often stood behind me and watched. Her two little brothers were so noisy that she would knock on them from time to time.
In this way, after a long time, it became cooked. Sometimes she would glance at me secretly, and when I noticed it, I couldn't help but laugh to myself: could such a young girl also fall in love? She stood up to my chest.
Sometimes I also let her two younger brothers play with my computer, and I would stand behind her and give her instructions. Once, like usual, I was standing behind her and giving her instructions. She suddenly turned around and looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. I also turned around and looked at her. When she saw me looking at her, her little face turned red, and she was so cute.
She quietly held my hand from below while her two younger brothers were concentrating on playing with my computer.
My parents were chatting with their neighbors upstairs again. I think her little hands are soft and it feels good to hold them. We held my hand like that for a while, until her mother called her. Then she squeezed my hand, looked at me, and ran away.
At that time, I just thought she was cute.
The next day was the weekend, and her two little brothers were concentrating on playing on my computer.
I was watching TV upstairs, her father went to work, and her mother was chatting with a few neighbors at the door. And what about her? She quietly ran over and sat next to me to watch TV.
After a while she put her hand on my arm, turned her face to the side, and glanced at me quietly. I wanted to tease her, so I poked her dimple with my finger. She immediately smiled and tapped my head lightly with the cushion. I tapped her back. The skirt she was wearing revealed her white and tender calves. When she saw me fighting back, she put one leg on the sofa and wanted to poke my face, but unexpectedly her leg pressed on my hand. I gently pinched her calf knee and she sat back down. She pressed my hand with the cushion.
She didn't let me move, so I put my hands on her legs. They were soft and a little elastic, which felt good. She moved her body over, reached under the cushion and held my hand, looking at me with a strange look in her eyes, her little face flushed, so cute. I also became bolder at that time, and gently stroked her thighs under the cushion, feeling smooth and soft. Her small chest heaved. I quietly moved my hand up along her thigh, stopped at her panties, and gently covered them with my palm. They felt soft, elastic, and a little plump. The palms of my hands soon felt a little warm. She grabbed my arm with her hand, gradually increasing her strength. Her little face turned red, her eyes became more and more moving, and her little chest rose and fell rapidly. I couldn't help myself, so I put my hand inside her panties. She wanted to shrink back a little, but I finally put my hand inside. It felt smooth and soft. I gently stroked it a few times, and then I felt a thin little flesh slit. I gently stroked the little flesh slit a few times, and she suddenly shrank back, holding my arm very hard. Suddenly, I felt a hot and wet liquid flowing all over my palm. I heard her panting, her small chest was rising and falling violently, and her small face was red like a red apple. I quickly pulled my hand out and whispered to her if she was okay. She said she was fine with a red face. As I was talking, I found some paper towels from the coffee table next to me, wiped my hands first, and took a few more, put my hand under her skirt, and gently wiped her.
She sat there at a loss, holding up the edge of her skirt with her little hands, and asked me to turn sideways to help her wipe her thighs. At this moment, suddenly I heard a loud laugh from outside, which scared me to death. She quickly put her hands down, hugged a cushion, pressed it on her legs, and her little face turned pale. I looked carefully and saw that it was her mother chatting with the neighbors outside the house. She laughed out loud when she heard something funny, and then the others started laughing.
I whispered to her, and her face gradually turned red again. We have to deal with the aftermath immediately to prevent any accidents. I whispered to her to go to the bathroom and dry her legs. She hurriedly tried to get up from the sofa, but as soon as she stood up, her legs went weak and she sat back down.
Her little face turned red and she said in a trembling voice that she had no strength in her legs and it seemed like her legs were cramping. I said let me help you and took the tissue. She lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing two white and tender legs. My heart was pounding and I looked around quickly. There was no one there. My throat felt a little dry and I gasped inwardly.
I gently wiped her tender legs, while nervously paying attention to the movements around me.
When I wiped her thighs, I found her panties, which were white and had a "kitty" printed on them.
A cat and some flowers. At this time, she said that her underwear was also wet. As she spoke, she lifted her skirt to her waist with her little hand and lifted a corner of her underwear for me to see. I quickly leaned over and saw a white belly. My eyes moved downwards and I could see a faint white bulge between the two white and tender legs, but nothing else.
I put the tissue in her pocket and she pulled her panties down. Her white and tender legs, which were previously put together, were then separated. Then I put my tissue in her pocket and wiped her gently. My hands would occasionally touch the inside of her white and tender thighs. I could feel the warm body temperature there. She was also nervous, and her breasts were rising and falling. I could feel the warm breathing behind my head as I tilted my neck, which was a little itchy. I didn't look at it carefully and hurriedly helped her wipe it clean.
I used a little more force, and she gripped my arm a little tighter, and her little body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
After wiping, she pulled up her panties and sat on the sofa, feeling relieved, and so did I.
I stood up to throw away the tissue, then came back and sat back on the sofa.
Then we began to shift our attention to the point, and our moods gradually calmed down. While watching TV, I reached down and gently held her calves, slowly pinching and rubbing them in the palm of my hand, so that her legs would relax quickly. Her small hands rested on my arms, and she used a tissue to gently wipe away the sweat on my forehead caused by the fright just now. I turned my head to the side and smiled. She playfully poked my cheek with her fingers. I opened my mouth and gently bit her fingers. Her other hand came over and pinched my other cheek. I moved back slightly so that she didn't pinch my cheek, so I let go of her mouth. She pulled out her fingers and pinched my face with both hands at the same time. I didn't dodge this time.
She pinched my cheek all at once with a smug smile on her face, without using any force, but gently, and it felt a little slippery. She raised both her hands, and I gently poked her ribs with a finger. She immediately burst into giggles, and shrank back with her body trembling. She looked at me with bright eyes, and pulled a cushion from the side to hold it in her arms. She lowered her face and pressed it against it, looking at me quietly with her tilted head, with a smile on her face and two dimples on her cheeks.
I smiled at her and turned my attention to the TV.
At that time, I calmed down and thought that she was just a little girl of 11 or 12 years old. She did this to herself because her parents were worried and didn't let her go out. She stayed at home all day without any friends to play with. Now she met me, who was only a few decades older than her, so it was easier for her to get to know me and develop friendship. As my mood gradually calmed down, I returned to normal.
He never did anything out of line again. When she saw that I was no longer focusing on her, she also sat aside silently.
Now when I think back to this incident, I feel puzzled. My mentality changed beyond all recognition after a few years. In the end, she became the love of my heart. I was also tormented by my own unethical feelings, and it left a scar in my heart that still hurts today.
We watched TV quietly for a while without talking to each other. At this time, crying and shouting came from downstairs. She and I hurried down to check what was going on. It turned out that her two little brothers were playing games and ended up fighting. The crying and shouting were earth-shaking and also alarmed her mother. Her mother coaxed them and tempted them with snacks, and finally the storm stopped. Then the blame was directed at her, saying that she only wanted to watch TV and not take care of her brothers. She scolded her and asked her to go for a walk somewhere else with her brothers. After that, she told me that if they were not well behaved, let me give them a few spankings.
I burst out laughing. After her mother left, I sat on my bed in my room, picked up a book at random and started flipping through it. She was wiping her brother's nose while he quieted down and stared at the computer screen, concentrating. She suddenly turned around and looked at me. I raised my head, and when our eyes met, I smiled again and started reading. She turned her head back too.
After dinner, I lay on the bed, listening to music and reading a book. At this time, someone pushed the door open gently. I looked up and saw it was her. She seemed to have just taken a shower and changed her clothes. She was wearing light green shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt printed with kittens and puppies. She walked over with one hand hidden behind her back. I sat up and looked at her. She took her hands out from behind her back and saw a small bowl filled with longans in it, which she placed on my table. I'm from the north, and I've only seen longan, but I've never eaten it. I sat down at the table and she stood in front of me, very close. A faint, soothing fragrance slowly spread and intermittent heat seeped from her body. She asked me to eat longan. I picked up one, but just as I peeled it, I lost my grip on the slippery longan and it dropped to the ground. She laughed and said that this is how to peel a longan. She picked up one from the bowl, peeled it in a few strokes, and held it steadily between her fingers. Suddenly, she put it to my lips and made a sound, indicating that I should eat it. I was stunned for a moment, before I could react, the longan was already against my lips. I opened my mouth reflexively, and she stuffed it into my mouth. All I saw was her small white hands in front of me. I ate it, and she seemed very happy. She came closer to me, almost sticking to me. In an instant, the originally faint fragrance became strong, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body coming towards me. I accidentally put my hand on her knee, and she moved forward, and her lower abdomen touched my hand. She was short, and when I moved my hand lightly, her legs were just touching the back of my hand. Although there was a thin layer of clothes between us, I could still feel it very strongly: she didn't seem to notice the warmth and softness of the area between her legs. In just a few seconds, I could feel through the back of my hand that the temperature of the area between her legs was slowly rising, and at the same time, I felt a little warm and wet on the back of my hand. I felt her legs trembling slightly, and slowly put my hand into the warm place in her panties and clearly felt an area of ​​wetness.
I also clearly felt my erection.
She continued to pretend to be calm and helped me to remove the longan, but because of nervousness and trembling, she didn't hold it firmly and the longan slipped from her hands. I subconsciously reached out to catch it, but suddenly her tender hands pressed on my erect penis. I only felt a strong electric shock and numbness, and I ejaculated suddenly. She also felt that something was wrong with me, but she didn't know what was going on. My dick was spurting out waves of semen and throbbing in her hand. After a long period of abstinence, I was suddenly liberated in her hands. You can imagine the amount of semen! I thought she would let go out of fear due to her ignorance, but I didn't expect that she would continue to gently stroke my penis which had not yet completely softened. I smiled at her awkwardly and couldn't help but kiss her small, soft lips.
When I left her lips, her little lips came up to me and stuck to mine. I was really shocked by her initiative to kiss me!
It is more certain that she is a little bit shy girl!