Post Date December, 02 2023
Oral: Juanzi, 28
When I came back from work, I ran into my husband and cousin
I blame myself for coming back early. I should quit. Maybe, I will go back again. This is my home, and I am the hostess here. But why is it that I am so strange in front of me, and I feel like an outsider.
The low and brooding woman on the bed has disorderly hair covering her face, but her clear eyes made me realize at once that she is my dearest cousin. By her side, with dark skin and protruding six abdominal muscles under exercise, is he? I can also recognize that my man's thinking emphasizes "mine" because I find it possible that he will change his ownership in the next second. It is someone else's, more specifically, his cousin's. Is this a kind of sadness? It's my cup.
Gently cover the door. I'm used to it. I don't like making a big noise or catching adultery on the spot. I want to make myself invisible. It's better to pretend. Yes, it's camouflage. It's also to pretend to be relaxed.
Cousin, beautiful, sexy and charming, facing her, I can only think of these words that even I feel disgusting, but only these can express my views accurately. Her mother, my third aunt, died. She went back to her hometown from other places to mourn. In just three days, she returned to the city and lived with me.
I take care of her very much. After all, when I was a child, my mother hated me as a daughter, which was annoying. Since I could run, I had boarded me at my aunt's house, where I was close to her as sisters, and the aunt was also very kind to me. Sometimes my cousin would complain to her face, Mom, I must be adopted by you, you are biased... At this time, I would smile leniently, give her all my toys and snacks, and also help her write her composition as if I were please, Memorize words over and over again. If I didn't exist, the third aunt would give her all her love without reservation, but because I shared a lot less love with her, I owe her.
It was not until I entered the key high school that my mother was forced to accept me, because at this time my father divorced her, and I became the whole of her life. In other words, my value was only reflected at this time. She had no man, and she had a daughter. But at this time, my idea of my mother was too ambiguous. I looked at this strange woman, and I smiled very reluctantly.
However, since I was a child, I have been well versed in the world. I soon integrated into the family that should belong to me, but it was 16 years late. I am an 18-year-old girl. I have a lot of pocket money, I have a lot of luxury clothes and makeup, but I don't want to give up all of them. Every summer, I will bring large bags to my aunt, that is, to my cousin.
My cousin graduated from junior high school and has been working outside. She has been bullied. I am worried. She is in love. I am happy. She has raised her salary. I congratulate her. She has been robbed by her shameless boss. I wish I could put my wings around her to comfort her and revenge for her disgusting bitch. My cousin is the only person I love in the world.
So, after the funeral, I strongly invited her to stay with me for a period of time. At this time, I was 26 years old and met an honest man. We are all official employees of government enterprises, which is also known as civil servants. Our marriage has always been happy, and the love between husband and wife is as good as a guest. But now? Who knows the appearance of my cousin, everything began to be chaotic. I didn't expect such a thing to happen.
The reason why I would quit, perhaps, is that I am really guilty. If the man in front of me, if she likes it, I will give it to her. When I think of it, I cry
The phone rang, and my husband asked, why don't you leave work?
I smiled. Yes, I was in a traffic jam. I got home immediately. I purposely lingered in the corridor for a while, then knocked on the door, smiling. My cousin was eating chips on the sofa, wiping the card and wiping the card. I felt that I was the chips in her hand. Every bite she took, I felt that my heart was dying.
It's so cold. Did you forget to close the door?
My husband slapped his forehead: "Look at me, I will cover it up this afternoon. It's all your fault." He pointed at his cousin and scolded. I interrupted hurriedly: "It's all right. Remember, don't open the door. Be careful of thieves coming in and stealing. Besides, in case of any indecent scene in the daytime, it's also bad."
The husband blushed, lowered his head and said, "My cousin's face also blushed at once. It was red to the back of the ear, maybe it was burning..."
