【My Little Sister is Like a Kitten】(1)

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"Brother, what are you writing?" I turned around, and a head was already behind me, its chin resting on my shoulder. "Write about our story, okay?" I pressed my head against hers, enjoying the feeling of being able to feel her presence most acutely.

My cheek brushed against her hair, rubbing back and forth a couple of times.

The girl, kneeling on the bed, her body sprawled on top of me like a kitten, seemed to sense my satisfaction, pressing her upper body even harder against me, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist.

The kitten seemed to be satisfied with the physical sensation as well, twisting her cheek up and down against my neck, her cherry-colored lips slightly closed, but the sound that came out was: "Disgusting.

" I smiled and turned around, looking at the kitten who was lying on top of me, her eyes wide with undisguised disgust, facing my mischievous grin.

"Pervert.

" The cherry-colored lips opened again, uttering the same contemptuous words as before.

"So, do you like it?" I reached out and touched my sister's chin and neck, as if I were really petting a kitten.

"Haha, it tickles, don't move, it's disgusting."

She said, leaning her body towards a spot I couldn't reach, her legs stretching out as she lay face down on the bed.

I put down my phone, grasped my sister's ankle, and rubbed it back and forth, feeling the touch of her fair skin. My other hand went to her fidgeting little foot .

"Ah, no, ahh."

The kitten groaned, like a fish on a chopping board, her body suddenly flipping over, her white nightgown no longer concealing her fleshy thighs.

I lay on top of her, feeling the soft touch I had just lost, touching her cheek, brushing her bangs aside, and then kissing my sister's soft, sweet lips. My tongue swirled in her mouth, endlessly craving more stimulation in both touch and taste.

Unsatisfied, I reached my hand to the bulge covered by her nightgown, and the softness that my hand just happened to cup emerged from my palm.

"Little sister, have your breasts gotten bigger again?" I said with a mischievous grin, releasing her mouth.

"It's all your fault, always rubbing them, but they're only a C cup."

My sister blushed, a delicate pink blush rising on her cute face, and slowly told me the truth.

"They really have gotten bigger, I was just saying."

I muttered to myself upon hearing this unexpected discovery.

"That's why I said you're disgusting," my sister laughed, and then I silenced her with my usual sarcastic words, placing my hands on her breasts and kneading them vigorously, occasionally pinching the hardened nipples.

"Mmm... mmm..." My sister made meaningless nasal sounds as my constant caresses aroused her.

I stroked downwards, feeling the smooth, delicate flesh of her inner thighs. I continued caressing, reaching for the pink panties my sister had just changed into last night, covering her private parts with my large hand. I knew the warmth of my palm wouldn't be enough for her to bear for long, so I simply left my hand there without moving.

Through her panties, the moisture from her labia was warmed by my palms. My sister pulled away from my mouth, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. "Come on, brother," she

whispered, her cherry-colored lips revealing her inner longing.

I reached for a pair of flesh-colored stockings that I'd probably taken off last night. My sister rolled her eyes at me before putting them on.

"Take off your panties first,"

I reminded her. She muttered "pervert" under her breath, then lifted her hips and pulled them off, placing them aside. The stockings slowly slipped onto her beautiful legs that had been drawing me in. Her voluptuous legs sank into the flesh-colored stockings.

I quickly stripped off both of our clothes.

We lay naked on the bed, only a pair of flesh-colored stockings between our bodies.

"Brother," she called out, unable to utter any more words. I knew she was shy, even though it wasn't the first or second time she'd done something like this. A girl's shyness prevented her from uttering a complete sentence, but I also knew it was just her effort to suppress her desire.

Thinking this, I tore a slit in my crotch, spread her silk-stockinged legs apart with both hands, and pressed my already prepared penis against the hazy opening. "Mmm..." As if letting out a long breath, my sister lay flat on the bed, one hand on her forehead, her pink cheeks showing her shyness in arousal, and a satisfied moan escaping from her red lips.

"Ah~ Ah... Mmm."

Looking at the girl beneath me unintentionally displaying various charms, a rampant emotion suddenly arose deep within me. My waist involuntarily thrust forward, causing my sister's silk-stockinged little feet, which were being fucked in the air, to dance incessantly, and her breasts, which were spread out like pancakes and swaying incessantly as she lay flat on the bed.

"Brother, brother," the cute little kitten seemed unsure how to release the stimulation from the throbbing below, repeatedly calling out the name of her beloved during the repeated movements. Her expression and behavior, not knowing where to put her hands, made me want to wantonly bully the body that belonged to my sister beneath me.

I thrust my penis deeper into the tender flesh of my sister's vagina, feeling its tightness and the oppressive pressure of being constantly sucked in.

I leaned down, grabbing the girl's wrists and flipping them upwards.

It was like sneaking into my sister's room early in the morning after my parents left, waking her from her sleep with relentless fucking, pinning her hands down, and taking her virginity amidst her terrified and panicked gaze—a brother venting his primal desires.

"Xiao Yang."

I called my sister's name, watching her expression.

The repetitive movements of my lower body made the girl unsure of her own expression. She weakly turned her head to the side, looking at her equally naked brother calling her name.

"Chen Chen."

She called his name too, the same name her parents and relatives had used since childhood.

She looked like a small boat tossed about in a storm, the waves of pleasure from her vagina making her clench her fists tightly around the penis belonging to her beloved brother that was inside her.

"Is it comfortable, you little slut?" Hearing her brother ask that, she wanted to say "comfortable," but the way he addressed her at the end made her too embarrassed to say anything more, so she just hummed through her nose.

"Say it," I suddenly thrust my penis deep inside her. "Ah..." My sister cried out, startled by the sudden attack. A smile crept across my face. "Say it, little sister, is it comfortable?" "Comfortable...mmm."

I stroked her stocking-clad buttocks, pulled my penis out of her vagina, and squeezed her buttocks hard. "Change positions."

I grinned wickedly. The girl, seemingly exhausted, slowly turned around, supporting herself with her hands, her full buttocks, encased in flesh-colored stockings, sticking up.

Xiao Yang knelt on the bed, supporting her upper body weight with her hands, bending her waist downwards, making her buttocks stick up even higher.

With legs together, the angle from the buttocks to the thighs should be roughly right angle or more, so that the vulva can be exposed more from behind.

The girl thought, this was all because of the person behind her, who had told her this many times before, when her thighs and calves were pressed together, that her sister's stockinged legs were beautiful. That's what he said, right? The girl recalled, and her feet too, no, her stockinged feet, her own stockinged feet. She remembered him saying that about her feet and constantly holding and playing with them in his hands. Strangely, she didn't feel itchy at that time; instead, she felt very comfortable.

Her feet were placed with the soles facing up. Would he touch her stockinged feet first? After all, he liked them. Countless times before, she had felt embarrassed and awkward when she heard that name, but just now she suddenly remembered it and said it in her mind. Suddenly, she wanted to hear her brother talk about her stockinged feet and play with them.

Suddenly, a strong sensation came from her lower body. Her vagina was suddenly attacked, and Xiao Yang felt that kind of unreleased pleasure again. "Ah... um... ah," she couldn't help but cry out. So comfortable, so powerful, the girl thought.

My ass was being pounded repeatedly, the big cock going back and forth felt so good, I wanted more, not only did I want my pussy to be fucked, I wanted my sister's breasts to be touched, her stockinged ass wanted to be pounded harder, her thighs too, my sister was wearing stockings, didn't I want to keep touching them? And my favorite little feet, my sister's little feet were in stockings too, stockinged little feet, didn't I want to play with them? "My sister's ass feels so good," I kept defiling my sister's pussy, watching my sister willingly lie on the bed, her lower body covered in stockings from her waist to her little feet, "I'll fuck you to death, you little slut sister, okay?" I felt like I was filled with thoughts of fucking the slut under me to death, so I said that.

"Okay, sister also wants to be fucked by brother," I heard my sister's reply, and my heart stirred even more, "Brother... fucking sister feels so good," I heard my sister say again, "Wrong, not sister," I leaned down, pressed my body against my sister's back, and said triumphantly in her ear.

"Little slut... little slut... feels so good," my sister's voice grew increasingly sensual.

"I want to be fucked by brother forever, fucked so good, little slut will be fucked by brother forever... okay... oh... okay, oh..." The girl's voice slowly began to sob, continuous, each thrust interrupting this beautiful sobbing.

"Okay," I answered my sister's request briefly, and plowed even harder.

"Oh... touch sister's... stockings... oh... sister's stocking feet... mmm..." my sister said intermittently, I held her waist and quickly flipped her over again, returning to the initial position.

My sister spread her legs as wide as possible, allowing me to penetrate deeper, her two stockinged feet pointing upwards, she reached out and grasped the soles of her feet.

What a slut, I thought to myself, one hand touching my sister's stockinged legs, the other grasping one of her swaying breasts, our eyes meeting.

Seeing my eyes, my sister's dazed and listless eyes turned to me as well. "Ugh...brother...brother...shoot inside me...ugh," these words seemed to have some kind of magic, and my penis suddenly felt like it was about to ejaculate. "Ah..." I groaned softly, a wave of pleasure shooting from my groin as streams of semen shot into my sister's body.

"Mmm...mmm..." My thrusting stopped as I ejaculated, and my sister's crying stopped too, leaving only low moans as she released the fatigue from the intense activity.

"Why are you crying?" The girl was a little shy when her brother asked her, and she snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his arm.

"It felt so...comfortable,

" she said slowly.

"Really?" Her brother looked at her with some surprise.

"Mmm, ugh...mmm," she pressed herself against him, burying her head in his, answering the question indistinctly.

"I think I came," she said after a while, perhaps having overcome her shyness, nestled against him.

I looked at the girl whose only visible feature was her long, black hair, and listened to her slowly recount the truth.

I couldn't help but stroke her hair, from the top of her head to her back, the black strands contrasting beautifully with her fair skin.

I moved her shoulder, looking at her face, still flushed with a rosy glow, her lips still soft and cherry-colored. Her eyes, like his, were fixed on him, her black pupils darting back and forth, seemingly brimming with life, like bright, flawless lake light.

It was the first time I'd truly looked into her eyes, the way they looked in my memory.

Me: I'll be home around 10 tomorrow.

Xiao Yang: Okay, I know. Me: Okay. Xiao Yang: I'm going to sleep now, I'm sleepy. Me: Okay. I put down my phone and let out a long sigh. Since I stopped living at home for high school, this younger sister and I seemed to have lost the closeness we had as children. We weren't as inseparable anymore, and every time we contacted each other, it felt a little awkward.

But we'd already contacted each other, I comforted myself. My first summer vacation after starting university had begun.

Dragging my luggage out of the escalator before the exit, I wondered who it could be. Looking at the light in front of me, I thought, "It must be my mom. My dad always worries about getting a parking ticket there, so he always leaves it in the car." "

Then don't come so early," I thought. I couldn't see anything behind that light, or rather, I hadn't noticed it at all.

The clinking electronic beeps and footsteps of the ticket gate filled my ears. I found myself unsure of what to do, what to do next. I realized that everyone experiences a sense of trepidation when returning home, not just those who left young and are now grown up. No, if you leave young and return old, then it's not just trepidation.

Lost in thought, I didn't realize I'd already taken my ticket from the gate, and walked forward blankly.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled, releasing the inexplicable feeling of oppression from my heart. I prepared to look up and think about what to say to my parents, whom I hadn't seen for six months.

"Chenchen," someone called my name before I could even see who it was, their voice filled with joy. I heard it clearly, even though I'd heard that voice less and less in recent years, and it was even somewhat different from what I remembered. In fact, I thought it sounded even better than before. It

was very close. I looked up at my sister.

"It's you! Where are Mom and Dad?" My gaze swept over her from bottom to top. She was wearing white sandals, her toes small and cute. Above her ankles, her calves were long and slender, but they were covered by a long dress. For a moment, I even sighed inwardly before looking at her face.

Under the black parasol, the face I should have known so well still made my heart tremble. She wore lipstick, and there seemed to be light makeup around her eyes, but I didn't want to look any longer.

I was somewhat surprised, somewhat flattered, and also had many other strange emotions.

Her face was full of surprise, her eyes sparkling like fish swimming in water, so bright and lively that I didn't want to look directly at her.

So I immediately asked where my parents were, unwilling to talk about anything else, even though I knew that since she was waiting here, they must be in the car.

The bright look in her eyes must have been hurt by my words.

I saw her expression darken for a moment, but then she spoke with the same joyful tone she used when calling my name, "Over there," pointing with her finger. Following her slender finger, I saw our car.

She ran ahead, her sandals making a light, tinkling sound, carrying a black parasol.

When I got home, I lagged behind with my bag, while my father pulled my suitcase ahead. The clatter of Xiaoyang's sandals echoed in front of me. Her hands were behind her back, her left hand holding her right arm. Her slender shoulders and delicate arms caught my eye. She seemed to sense my gaze, turned her head, glanced at me sideways, smiled, and then turned away again.

Like a swan, that thought suddenly popped into my head, and for some reason, my heart grew heavier.

"Take a break, dinner's ready," my father announced, putting down my luggage, before walking into the kitchen with my mother.

Watching their backs, I instantly felt a sense of relief and turned to go to the kitchen.

"Dumplings," a voice called from behind. The emotions I had just managed to compose seemed to burst open like a balloon, filling my entire body.

I knew why I had been so depressed. I had always known, but I had simply refused to think about it.

"Go wash up, I'll help," she said, no longer looking at me, turning to open the kitchen glass door, then closing it behind her. The hem of her white dress swayed as she turned, her slender figure blurring behind the glass. I turned away, no longer standing there dumbfounded.

"Xiao Yang helped me make these," Mom said at the table, smiling at me and my sister beside her. "Mm," I smiled and looked up, glancing at the girl beside me who seemed to have little appetite, her expression listless. She picked up a dumpling, took a bite, her cherry-red lips closing but only biting off a corner. Was she angry? I wondered.

Then a refreshing breeze blew in, sweeping away the stuffy heat around me. At the steaming table, I let out a long breath, as if expelling all the heat from my body. "Achoo!" I heard a sneeze beside me, but I was quickly enveloped in the aroma of food.

Lying in bed, the taste of food still seemed to linger on my lips. I remembered how she had suddenly appeared before me that morning, wearing clothes I'd never seen her wear before, like a sprite just emerging from the mist, leaping from the water.

But… I didn't want to think about it anymore. I jumped out of bed, contacted a friend, and turned on my computer.

In a daze, I heard my parents' footsteps as they finished their lunch break and went to work. They passed by my room without calling me, opened my sister's door, exchanged a few words, and then left the house one after the other. Feeling

a little tired, I stood up from my chair, looked up, and saw that it was already dark. I took off my headphones and stretched listlessly. Suddenly, I felt a little too quiet, a quietness that made me feel a little lonely, like people cleaning up the mess after a party, also cleaning up their own emotions.

I opened a door; one of the bedroom doors was open. I looked inside. The layout was familiar, yet many unfamiliar things were scattered haphazardly, still bearing the traces of their recent nap—it seemed like only a few minutes had passed.

The bedroom next door was closed. On the dark red peach wood door, there were some unsightly scratches at the bottom, and the name "Xiao Yang" was written on it.

I suddenly remembered, turned my head, and looked at the door I had just opened. Below it, also written in crooked handwriting, "Chen Chen."

I looked at her name; it had many strokes, far exceeding the strokes of her own name. When she wrote it, I was squatting beside her, grinning and mocking her for writing so poorly, her face turning red with anxiety, her eyes brimming with tears. Then we both got a scolding.

I chuckled silently, a bitter feeling rising in my heart.

Suddenly, I heard a voice, "...It's okay, see you tomorrow afternoon." Was she on the phone? "See you tomorrow afternoon"—I knew she had made an appointment with someone, but I didn't want to think about it, didn't want to face it.

Then it was quiet again. Was she still sleeping? I wondered. Then, as if remembering something, she looked around the house, then went out.

It was already dark when I got home, and the house was still filled with a heavy silence. I walked to her door and knocked. "May I come in?" "Yes." The room was dark, with only that white figure just getting out of bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "What happened? You caught a cold?" I asked her. "Yeah, the air conditioning.

" Her nasal voice was a hundred times stronger than in the morning, but it sounded exceptionally cute.

"You kicked off the covers again, didn't you?" I chuckled. "Did you take your medicine?" The still drowsy figure shook her head.

"Yeah, they won't be coming tonight. What do you want to eat?" I put the medicine I had just bought on the table and turned to turn on the light. I saw her crawling towards the table from the bed.

A kitten, that was the only animal that came to mind.

"I don't want any. How did you know I had a cold?" she asked as she crawled. "I guessed," I said in a deliberately indifferent tone. This was clearly not a satisfactory answer for her. She propped herself up on all fours, turned to look at me, and said, "Brother, hehe."

Her sudden shout was obvious; it revealed I'd been keeping an eye on her, so she smiled smugly.

I was a little taken aback, because she always called me by my name—it was a habit formed over so many years. Then, hearing her sly smile, I assumed she was teasing me, turned away, shook my head, and waved to leave.

"Thank you," she said again as I reached the door, her voice a little muffled. I turned back; she was sitting on the bed, wearing a nightgown, her arms wrapped around her legs, her head resting lazily on her knees. Seeing me look at her, she tilted her head back at me, that smug smile still on her lips, her eyes sparkling like stars.

The next day, I patted my forehead, feeling like I'd had a dream, but I couldn't remember it. What a bad start, I thought, then dismissed it. I had plans; I didn't want to stay home alone and overthink things.

Would she go out with that person this afternoon? What would they do? Would they each eat an ice cream and stare at each other, or would they share a cup? Or… would they secretly go to a hotel without telling anyone? I shook my head and walked out of the house first; after all, I had no right to interfere.

In the evening, walking along the road to play video games with my friends, I looked at the last rays of the setting sun, my mood gloomy. It was just an escape, after all; how could I not think about it? I leaned against the railing, looking at the water filled with algae and unidentified trash. A face was reflected through the gaps—what a loser's face. I gave a silent, self-deprecating laugh, looking at my reflection in the water and laughing too. Suddenly, I remembered the dream I had last night.

In the dream, her white dress was lifted to her waist, and with each thrust from the man, the lewd sounds of their union filled the room, her moans and cries drowned out by the impact.

"Brother," I turned around and saw her sitting calmly on the bed, her white dress without a single wrinkle, her hands wrapped around her knees, her head tilted towards me, her eyes filled with a mischievous and shimmering light, constantly twinkling. I turned and waved goodbye as I left her room, but the starlight in her eyes continued to twinkle behind me.

"Chenchen," she said again, her voice filled with surprise. I looked up and saw a galaxy flowing in her eyes. The sunlight fell directly on her, making her white dress seem to gleam. The thin rope tied around her waist swayed in the sweltering air. She was holding a black parasol, and in the bright sunlight, her figure was faintly visible, stinging my eyes. I turned my head and saw her holding the tied black parasol in one hand. The morning light shone on the black handle, reflecting a narrow glimmer of light on its smooth, curved surface.

With my other hand, I was drawing my eyebrows at my mother's dressing table, using an eyebrow brush. Just before leaving, I rushed to the mirror and rubbed my lipstick on.

"I have something to do, I have to go back now," I said, turning to him. Then I ran away and dialed her number.

*Beep*...

*Beep...* I don't know where to go, or what to do. Is she...? "Hello?" The call connected. I suddenly didn't know what to say, but a sense of relief spread through me.

"Um, where are you? It's getting dark.

" I had thought the call wouldn't go through until now, and in my haste, I didn't know what to say. "Um, I'll be back soon." "Okay, I'll hang up then." I felt like I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but something felt off.

That's it. She didn't say where she was, but that she was going back soon, her tone just like when I lied about going to study online. If that's the case, what is she doing? "My family called me," Chen Yang said slowly, putting away her phone. A boy with a face full of anxiety and sadness stood in front of her. "Does it have to be like this?" The boy shouted the last word, his face flushed. Chen Yang's hands behind her back clenched tightly. She leaned against the tree behind her, her head bowed. "Mm," she nodded.

The boy's increasingly heavy breathing and the incessant chirping of cicadas seemed to be catalyzing a subtle shift in the atmosphere, and the sky was growing darker.

I ran along the road, wondering where I was going, where she could be. I couldn't think of anything. Should I call? Perhaps only the same answer would come. Where could she be? Possible places, I thought, where could she be?

Meow, a kitten crouched under a telephone pole. In the dim light, a little tabby cat stared at me. A stray cat, it probably wasn't afraid of people anymore, I thought wildly. It was used to it, used to it.

I slowly stopped, startled, thinking, I think I also have a place I'm used to.

I put away my phone and kept running. Could she be there, in the place I thought was most likely?

Panting, I leaned against a tree, sweat streaming down my face, feeling a little sticky. The air was so stuffy. I decided to walk to the tree ahead to catch my breath. When I reached the tree and reached out, touching the rough, weathered trunk that must have been there for decades, I heard that reassuring voice.

"I like someone, and I'd like to tell him, but I'm afraid my feelings will only hurt him. So even though he's always by my side, I don't dare tell him easily.

Because of this, I've never approved of your feelings, and I've never thought I liked you.

This isn't the first time I've told you this, but I hope you'll understand in the future.

" Leaning against the tree, I remembered the first time I left home to go to a high school in a neighboring county with a better college entrance rate. Xiao Yang had somehow argued with her mother.

The day she saw me off, she always looked at me with a fierce gaze, as if she didn't want to talk to me much. Now, thinking back, she clearly looked like she was about to cry from grievance.

I peeked out and saw a boy standing in front of Xiao Yang with his head down. I could only see his back. Xiao Yang wasn't wearing the skirt she seemed to love; she was wearing a t-shirt and denim shorts, her long legs exposed to the air, and even in the darkness, I could see a glimpse of her fair skin.

She leaned against the tree trunk, hands behind her back, one foot on the ground, the other braced against the tree behind her. Looking at the boy in front of her, he was silent, head bowed. Xiao Yang didn't know what he was thinking, and she felt it might be dangerous to stay any longer. She

lowered her leg and walked past him. Seeing his trembling shoulders and the tears streaming down his face, Xiao Yang felt a pang of sympathy. She stopped, wanting to say something to comfort the boy who had been pursuing her so foolishly.

Her lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but she didn't want him to misunderstand or get involved with him anymore. The words she wanted to say were swallowed back down.

Sobs escaped the man's throat. Suddenly, he raised his head, and Xiao Yang saw the crimson in his eyes—reddened from crying, hot blood surging in his veins. Those eyes revealed a chilling madness.

Before the girl could react, his hands had already pounced on her frail body. "Mmm...mmm," a heavy thud echoed as she fell to the ground, mixed with the sounds of struggling as her throat was being choked. Xiao Yang thought

she was prepared, but the body pressing down on her was so strong. With its outstretched hands, she didn't know how to break free. The force that traveled from its arms to her neck made her realize in an instant how different male and female bodies were. This was no longer the frail body of her childhood brother, who was about the same size as her.

Realizing this, Xiaoyang felt despair and regret for her current situation. She found her memories flooding back like water from a spring, like a shooting star streaking across countless galaxies filled with her memories, each one so clear: Mom, Dad, Chenchen, me… That moment of clarity was shattered by footsteps that didn't belong to either of them, breaking the familiar stillness of their space.

The man turned his head, only catching a glimpse of a blurry figure before feeling a sharp impact on his abdomen. He felt his strength drain away instantly, followed by a force from his back that separated him from the small, soft body pressed against him, before he fell heavily to the side.

"Chenchen?" Lying on the ground, he heard the girl he so longed for but could never reach speak in a slightly hoarse voice, but one that couldn't hide the surprise and affection in her tone.

His body, drained by pain, seemed to be reignited by jealousy and anger.

He stood up and saw the man helping up the body of the young woman who radiated youthful energy.

When I touched Xiaoyang's body, I felt a warm current flow from her through my arm.

Seeing the girl's stunned expression as she called my name, a feeling welled up inside me—what an adorable little thing.

I wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin, so I simply helped her up.

The figure beside me rushed towards me, and in an instant, our arms were locked together. He seemed to have inexhaustible strength emanating from his body. I saw his eyes, filled with madness and hysteria, and felt the hostility and the desire to tear me apart.

Xiaoyang, seeing the two wrestling in an instant,

shouted , "If you keep this up, I'll call the police!"

Both men heard her forceful shout, but neither stopped.

No matter what she said, this crazed boy's mind, filled with rage, couldn't think straight. He just wanted to vent his emotions, regardless of the method or the consequences.

A muffled thud, a low growl of suppressed pain, followed. Xiao Yang saw her brother slowly stand up, looking at the man who had just been like a wild beast, now curled up like a shrimp.

"Get out, don't ever show your face again," she said, seeing him wipe the dirt from his mouth as they wrestled on the ground. She ran to his side, touching his dusty arms and clothes.

"Chenchen, let's go," she said, her eyes filled with worry. I responded, but the man on the ground groaned, "Bitch, ugh..." "

Let's go, ignore him," Xiao Yang suddenly grabbed my arm, stopping me from rushing forward again. Her voice was trembling with tears. I couldn't ignore her; just like her words, if I hadn't heard her voice, I might have been dragged deeper and deeper by fear.

Once we were out of the woods, the world seemed much wider. I turned to look at the girl who had been holding my arm as we walked out. "Let's go home," I said. She nodded heavily and remained silent until we entered her house.

She held my hand tightly the whole way, and I reciprocated by holding it just as tightly. Then she let go, and before I could turn around, she hugged me from behind, tighter and tighter—such strength in those small arms. "

Chenchen,"

she murmured, burying her face in my back. "Hmm?" I was terrified, thinking I was going to… She paused, trying to calm the sobs that threatened to burst from her throat. "

I thought I was going to die, I… I was so scared… Waaah…" I felt her trembling body and reached back to pat her back. "

It's okay, it's all over now, all of it."

I couldn't think of anything nice to say. Listening to her sobs, I pulled away from her arms and turned around, facing her as she sobbed and leaned towards me.

I hugged her tightly, letting her press against my chest, my chin against her hair. A faint fragrance wafted in, and I felt the soft, delicate touch of her body against my arms and chest. "

It's okay, Xiaoyang, don't cry."

I comforted her, but she seemed not to hear me. She sobbed and burrowed deeper into my arms. After what seemed like an eternity, her shoulders stopped trembling, and her sobs gradually subsided. "

You can't fight with people."

She looked up at me, tears still welling in her eyes, her eyes red, her head held high.

"Yeah, yeah, this is my first time fighting someone, and to be honest, I was quite scared."

My voice trailed off, and my gaze, which had been fixed on her, shifted away. Looking at

me, her teary eyes suddenly curved into crescents. Seeing her smile was the result I wanted, but I felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "Why did you invite him to a place like that? It's too dangerous." "

Did you hear everything?" This time it was her turn to speak shyly, burying her head in my chest again.

"No, I just heard what you said at the end, when I just arrived."

I looked down at her; she remained silent, her head bowed. "

Um, Xiao Yang, it's a little hot like this."

I nudged her shoulder, but still saw no reaction.

Suddenly, her voice came again, muffled but with a different tone, and my mood turned serious. "

What happened today, and what I'm saying now, if you find it absurd, incomprehensible, could you... could you forget it all? Tomorrow, I'll still be the same me, and you'll still be you..." She paused, and I nodded in agreement. "

I don't like that person, actually because I've always had... someone I like, someone I really like, and I'm terrified to tell him. What will he think of me? Will he look at me with disbelief, contempt, and disgust? ...I told that person so confidently before that I was controlling my feelings because I was afraid of hurting the person I liked, but actually... I was just afraid he would despise me, afraid he would only think that a sister who has such feelings for her brother is disgusting, and never..." I didn't wait for her to finish, and patted her back hard.

I thought the person I liked had found someone else, so I kept running away, afraid to get close to her like before. Until today, I remembered how her eyes still shone so brightly when she looked at me. I realized I almost lost her when I did. I'm sorry, Xiao Yang.

I felt her arm tightening, tightening again and again.

"That's too much."

Her voice was nasal again.

After a while, I felt a sudden pain in my waist.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," I cried out, even though I kept surrendering and begging for mercy. She still wasn't satisfied and pinched me hard again, then slowly took a step back, lowering her head so I couldn't see her expression. But I could still see her flushed face by tilting my head, and my hand unconsciously reached out to touch her fair and rosy cheeks.

She tilted her head to avoid my hand. "Just an apology... isn't enough." With her voice, I saw her slightly puffed-out cheeks and her starry eyes.

"That's not enough?" I walked closer to her, leaning down slightly to ask, my eyes fixed on her face—a face I knew so well, a face I now wanted to look at forever.

"Thank you, Xiao Yang," I said slowly. She seemed surprised by my sudden remark, lifting her face. I aimed at her lovely, cherry-red lips and suddenly pounced on them with a kiss.

"Mmm..." Her eyes widened, and I didn't close mine either, staring directly into her eyes. Perhaps recovering from the shock, she abruptly closed her eyes in embarrassment, her adorable expression almost making me laugh out loud.

Our lips made their first, awkward touch, two people so familiar with each other yet feeling an overwhelming sense of strangeness.

Is this her scent? So strong, it hurts so much.

Her lips are so soft.

He smells so good.

Lost in their own world, the two paid no attention to anything else, focusing solely on each other… “How did you know where I was?” Xiao Yang, having showered and changed into a nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed, her two slender, white legs dangling from under the nightgown, swinging back and forth.

“I heard cicadas chirping, very loudly.”

“Hehe,” she chuckled, her expression full of happiness and contentment.

I glanced at my watch; it was 9 o’clock. My parents would be back in an hour.

“Brother,” she suddenly called out. I turned my head, and she shyly turned her head away.

“Come here,” she climbed onto the bed, looking at me like a kitten. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she climbed behind me, pressing her upper body against mine and wrapping her arms around my neck.

“We can’t let Mom and Dad know,” she said, clearly noticing my glance at the watch and knowing what I was thinking.

"Even if we have to keep it a secret from everyone, and can't go out on dates like normal people, and we'll eventually have to part ways, I still love you and want to be with you in this limited time. If one day you feel that I'm only causing you pain, just tell me, okay? I won't cling to you.

" "Silly girl, don't take all the consequences on yourself, let's go together.

" I turned around and hugged her. The softness of her breasts had been constantly teasing my heart when they were pressed against my back.

As I was thinking, I heard a small head move near my ear, and her lips parted slightly, exhaling a slightly hot breath. Along with the breath, she also said a sentence, "So, shall we do it?" I seemed to hear something and touch something in a hazy state. When I came to my senses, I only saw Xiao Yang lying under me with her nightgown disheveled, her freshly dried hair spread randomly on the white sheets, and an arm placed on Xiao Yang's forehead.

Her eyes were veiled in the shadow of her arms, yet I could see them clearly. It was as if glimmers of light flickered within them, like ripples spreading across a moonlit lake as a fish leaps, shattering the floating moonlight.

I grasped her shoulders, my hand following her body to the strap of her nightgown, then slowly pulling it down my arm. The light gradually illuminated the girl's fair skin and pink nipples, revealing their alluring glow.

Xiao Yang let out a soft moan, her hands weakly covering her breasts.

A strange, surging pleasure rose within me.

I grabbed her two slender wrists with one hand and placed them above her head. As her arms stretched upwards, the curves of her breasts became even more alluring. I lowered my head and took one of Xiaoyang's nipples into my mouth, ignoring her shy resistance. With my other hand, I grasped her breast and kneaded it incessantly.

"Ah... ah... um..." The girl's cries only accelerated my progress. I straightened up, grabbed the hem of her nightgown, and forcefully separated Xiaoyang's body from it.

"Ah? No.

" My sudden action pulled Xiaoyang back from her daze, and she said instinctively.

Underneath the nightgown was Xiaoyang's naked body; it turned out she had planned this all along.

Xiaoyang squeezed her legs together and tried to turn to one side, but I quickly pressed down on her shoulders, giving her no chance to escape. The girl had no choice but to cover her eyes with her arms again.

"You're bullying me.

" The words coming from those soft, sweet lips were also soft and gentle.

The two lay naked, pressed close together, their skin kissing. My gaze traveled down from the breasts I had just touched, and my hand unconsciously moved downwards. There wasn't a trace of anything else; her skin, smooth as natural jade, was being caressed as I stroked it. I placed my palm on her flat stomach.

"Ah...it tickles.

" Suddenly, she giggled, her abdominal muscles contracting sharply, revealing her perfect curves.

"Does Xiao Yang exercise?" I asked, trying not to make her too nervous. "I learned self-defense before, and sometimes I practice in my room.

" Her voice suddenly sounded as if she were speaking at a dining table.

I teased her deliberately, moving my hand downwards, my fingers tracing the black pubic hair like they were touching a patch of grass. "Mmm...mmm..." she murmured, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. "It's okay, scream if you want, no one will hear you.

" I parted her legs. It was the first time I'd ever seen that mysterious place; it was so beautiful, I thought.

I leaned closer, smelling the scent of shower gel and a faint fishy odor. I pressed my face against it, licking the entrance with my tongue.

"Ah...no!

" Xiao Yang cried out suddenly, completely concealing her dazed eyes, her lips parted, exhaling hot breath.

I spread her legs, kneeling between them, my already hard penis pressed against Xiao Yang's wet entrance. "Ah!" she gasped, her legs trembling as she closed them.

I leaned over her, removing her arms, our foreheads touching, our hot breaths mingling on our faces.

"Are you scared?" I kissed her forehead and asked.

"Yeah, I'm scared of the pain, but I want Chenchen to..." she said, pulling a white towel from under her pillow.

"Okay, Xiaoyang, bear with it.

" I knew what she was going to say, and kissed her cheek again.

"I'm coming in.

" I said in a deep voice, and then moved my lower body forward. A tight, wet sensation instantly came from my genitals, but it seemed to encounter an obstacle, reaching its end.

The hymen, I thought, and took a step forward forcefully. "Ah..." A painful scream reached my ears, and at the same time, bright red blood flowed down my penis, and a lot more flowed down Xiaoyang's labia, onto her buttocks, where a white towel lay.

The pain made her cry out before she could even suppress her voice, her lower abdomen heaving back and forth, her beautiful curves appearing and disappearing intermittently.

I thought, it must hurt a lot.

"Xiao Yang,

" I said, "It's okay, I'll bear it.

" She said this, so I thrust even deeper.

Xiao Yang's thighs were wrapped around my waist, her abdomen and entire lower body trembled incessantly, the sounds coming from her mouth never stopped, and her face was contorted with pain.

A long yet short time passed, and I felt completely connected to Xiao Yang's body. I lay on top of her; her face was covered in sweat, and she occasionally frowned from the pain.

I kissed her forehead. "Is it all in?" I nodded to her, and she hugged my back. "So this is what it feels like when Chenchen comes in.

" Her voice held the relaxed relief of someone resting after exhaustion. "What does it feel like?" I asked, her hands roaming over my back, her nose sniffing my neck. "It feels like Chenchen.

" She smiled relaxedly.

I straightened up, supporting Xiaoyang's thighs with both hands, and slowly began to move back and forth. A groan escaped Xiaoyang's lips again, but this time the pain was less pronounced, replaced by inexplicable cries.

Suddenly, waves of contraction washed over me, and I felt a surge of pleasure emanating from my glans. I had never experienced anything like it before, and the sensation was incredibly intense. "Xiaoyang, I'm going to cum," I said. "Ah?" Her voice was filled with panic. I pulled out my penis, the glans trembling, and spurts of semen suddenly shot onto Xiaoyang's chest and abdomen, slowly flowing with her breath.

After a few seconds, Xiaoyang and I snapped out of our daze. I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped away the semen still flowing down her chest. The semen pooled on her slightly concave, curvaceous abdomen, but without thinking, I wiped it all clean.

Xiao Yang watched me finish, then got up to pull the towel out from under her. She moved her lower body, letting out a gasp of pain, followed by a gasp of pain. "Still hurting?" I supported her waist, watching her look towards the bedside, pick up the towel, and examine it closely, holding one corner in her hand. Then she turned to me, the bright red color and the shape it had somehow formed right before my eyes.

I saw the blood flowing from it as Xiao Yang trembled, her small hands clutching the towel, and her slightly smiling face as she looked at me.

I took the towel and hugged her.

"Okay, Mom and Dad will be back soon, I need to wash down there. You should put your clothes on quickly.

" She patted my head, and I responded, releasing her waist. "Ouch!

" She gasped as she took her first step in her slippers.

I smiled, picked up her nightgown, and helped her towards the bathroom.

"Brother.

" She suddenly called out to me. I turned my head and met her eyes, which twinkled like the starlight outside the window.

In the early morning, looking at the person still asleep, she smiled silently.

His features were so similar to hers. Would she look this cute when she was asleep? The girl wondered.

Similar genes, they should be the same, right? She looked at him sleeping on his side, reached out her hand, and intertwined her fingers with his, feeling the warmth between his fingers, the feeling of his presence. The girl truly felt it.

Just a day ago, he had been avoiding her gaze when he spoke to her. Xiao Yang felt she couldn't forget yesterday's events, the good and the bad.

Thinking about those things, her face grew redder and redder, and her breathing became heavy without her realizing it.

She let out a long breath, easing the tension in her heart.

The person on the bed seemed to feel a warmth in his palm and opened his eyes.

"Good morning,

" the girl said. The boy let out a long breath, seemingly still half asleep.

"Mom and Dad have already gone to work,

" she whispered in his ear.

The boy closed his eyes again, wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, rested his head on her thigh, and rubbed against her.

"Were you too tired yesterday?" she asked him in a low voice, her voice a little mischievous.

The boy suddenly got up, pushed the girl down onto the bed, opened his eyes to look at her face, and then slowly leaned down, wanting to taste her lips.

"Go brush your teeth,

" the girl said, covering his face with her hand and slipping away from under him. "You just woke up and you're already thinking about doing naughty things. Come eat later

." She pouted at me.

"Come on, okay?

" She smiled and picked up a salted duck egg that shimmered with a bright yellow sheen.

I had no choice but to open my mouth and eat it, enjoying the rich texture and aroma mingling in my mouth while looking at her adorable face that couldn't help but smile.

"Hehe," she laughed smugly, "Come on, let me feed you again, like a little baby.

" "You're the little baby, I fed you more than once when you were little.

" I laughed.

"How could that be?" She widened her beautiful eyes, "You're only two years older than me.

" "That's right, I was four, you were two.

" I picked up another bite of pickled vegetables, "You were sitting right here back then, and I fed you spoonful by spoonful.

" "Ugh..." She drank her porridge, deliberately making a loud noise.

When in love, girls really do become like children, I thought to myself.

"What should we do today?" she asked, standing on the balcony looking outside.

"I'll fuck you.

" I sneakily attacked her chest from behind. There was no bra under her loose nightgown, and I felt the comfortable texture through the soft fabric.

"Ugh~ You're already thinking about sex so early in the morning, what a lousy person.

" My sister turned around with a look of disgust, breaking free from my attack.

I collapsed onto the sofa, injured. "Even if it's true, I don't want to hear you say it so harshly.

" She giggled. "It's only 7 o'clock, let's go to the amusement park, just the two of us.

" She smiled slyly.

"It's so early in the morning, I don't want to live this weirdly fulfilling life.

" I continued to lie on the sofa, grumbling.

"So, are you planning to play video games or stay home and play on your computer today, you homebody?

" Xiao Yang said irritably.

"Hehe, I'm just kidding, when are we leaving?" I jumped up.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching my sister standing in front of the closet looking for clothes. She had just put on a gray pleated skirt.

When she turned to look at me while changing, she seemed to have no intention of hiding anything, but rather a look of expectation. "Disgusting.

" She said that, but didn't kick me out.

Just as I was about to close the wardrobe, I asked, "Don't you need to wear stockings or something?" She looked at me, her eyes narrowing, with that kitten-like expression again. "So that's your fetish, you perverted Chenchen.

" I watched speechlessly as she pulled out a pair of flesh-colored stockings, and then I was kicked out of the room.

"Are you going that far? Not coming back for lunch?" I asked, watching her ponytail swing back and forth by the roadside.

"Of course, I made plans with my classmates to go today, I'm so sorry for only telling you now.

" "..." At the station.

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay, I won't be angry, don't worry, yeah, bye-bye.

" Xiao Yang hung up the phone, a look of disappointment on her face.

"Couldn't make it?" I asked. "Yeah.

" She replied, then said, "Looks like I can only let you, you homebody, have it today.

" I scratched my head. I used to think that her reluctance to communicate after she got a boyfriend was also because of her sharp tongue? "Didn't you say you told Mom and Dad you'd go home tonight?" I walked up to her. "Let's go, just the two of us.

" I said to her.

In the car, we looked around to make sure we didn't recognize anyone. Then a head rested on my shoulder. "I'm going to sleep for a bit,

" the head said.

I suddenly remembered something. "Um, are you alright today? You were still hurting quite a bit yesterday.

" I asked her softly.

"Oh~" She looked up at me. "It's not easy for you to remember, you perverted Chenchen. It's alright, it didn't hurt much after I woke up. No wonder novels are just the fantasies of male otaku authors.

" I felt ashamed. Her slightly joking tone only made me feel more guilty. I knew she just didn't want me to think I had neglected this.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Yang.

" I held her hand. "Silly girl, who's blaming you? I'm going to sleep.

" She slept until the bus stopped at the amusement park entrance and still hadn't woken up. The two of us who got off the bus last heard the driver's dissatisfied grumbling.

I stood in front of the bus door, holding her handbag in one hand, and reached out my hand to the girl who was walking down the steps. She was taken aback, then smiled. We were in a neighboring city now; no one recognized us anymore, no one knew who we were.

She hopped down the last step of the bus, grabbed my hand, and looked into my eyes.

"You said you weren't going home, but I didn't.

" I suddenly realized I didn't have the privileges of this precious daughter.

"I said I'd be back in the evening, and they were worried, so they assigned you to be my bodyguard.

" She let go of my hand, skipped a few steps in front of me, turned back and called out to me, her face beaming with uncontrollable joy.

"So tired, ah~" I plopped down on the Ferris wheel first, letting out a satisfied groan.

"A shut-in is a shut-in, never exercises, and this is considered tiring.

" Xiao Yang, now sitting across from me, gave me another look of disdain and disgust.

But I could see the tenderness hidden beneath that look, and like a masochist, I found it increasingly comforting.

"It'll take 30 minutes.

" My sister said, resting her chin on her hand, watching the slowly turning Ferris wheel frame. It was clear she was tired too.

I drew the curtains in front and behind me and sat down next to her. She leaned against me, rubbing against me contentedly.

"Little cat

," I called her. "Hmm?" Hearing a name she'd never heard before, she turned her head. "I think you're like a little cat,

" I said, looking at her.

"Since I came back this time, I've felt like you're glowing, and your eyes are always sparkling. That's why I had the courage to talk to you, like a fairy came to save me, and I wanted to catch her.

" "Really? I saved myself, you know. If you hadn't found me last night, I don't know what would have happened to me."

"Silly brother, when did it start? I always feel so inadequate, why am I so timid? You used to shine so brightly in my eyes.

" I remained silent, unsure what to say, head down, lost in thought. When did I start becoming so timid? I don't know why.

"Last night, after I finished talking to you on the phone, I saw a kitten on the roadside.

" "A kitten? So you remembered me and came to find me?" Xiao Yang rested his chin on my shoulder.

I shook my head. "Because your tone on the phone sounded just like when I sneaked out to play games on the weekend, so I came to find you after we hung up.

" "Hmm, what about the kitten? What did the kitten remind you of?" "The sound of cicadas. There were cicadas on the phone. I had initially ignored it because there are so many cicadas this time of year.

" "But the cicadas in the woods are much louder than on the street, so you knew which park I was in. But how did you know which park I was in?" "Uh, I guessed. Parks are places couples go for secret rendezvous after dark. I don't think you'd ever go that far with anyone. So if you wanted to discuss something else and wanted a place where no one would bother you, I think the only place you'd go is the park closest to your home.

" "Isn't that pretty clever?"

"After listening to my analysis for so long, Xiao Yang leaned closer to me. 'As for Chenchen, I don't need to save you. You're the knight who came to my rescue. At that time, I felt hopeless. I thought the self-defense techniques I learned would be enough to deal with a boy, but when he grabbed my neck, all my strength felt like a tickle.

When you rushed out at that moment, I felt like my brother, who always ran to me with a radiant light, had returned.

' 'So,

' Xiao Yang suddenly stood up, 'let this light keep flashing on you, so I can see you at a glance, okay?' She leaned down, her beautiful face just centimeters away from mine.

'I promise you.

' I nodded, feeling the gloom in my heart for years swept away by her gentle words.

'Am I pretty?' Her face, so close to mine, tilted to one side as she asked me this question."

"Of course it looks good, it's the most beautiful.

" "Then you have to remember, this is what you look like, it's very cool.

" Yeah, that's why I've always been so insecure. Looking like a girl always made me feel awkward, and the more timid I was, the more people would talk about me for looking like a girl.

Seeing the starlight in my eyes, Xiao Yang smiled slightly, turned her head and leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Before we knew it, the Ferris wheel had reached its highest point. The feeling of looking down at the ground stretching all the way to the horizon was refreshing. I stood next to Xiao Yang and watched the last rays of sunset disappear in the distance with her.

"Xiao Yang.

" I called her.

"Stop messing around.

" She reached behind her to push me away.

Xiao Yang, leaning against the window looking at the scenery, leaned slightly forward, her beautiful legs in flesh-colored pantyhose extending from her skirt into her shoes, her legs straight and together.

I couldn't help but press my body against Xiao Yang's beautiful legs from behind, and instead of pushing me away, I grabbed her outstretched hand.

I leaned over and straddled Xiao Yang's back. "I'm not kidding, I'm serious. It's so high up, no one can see us, right?

" As I spoke, my free hand slipped inside Xiao Yang's t-shirt. She was wearing a tank top underneath because of the roller coaster ride. I kneaded her soft breasts through the tank top, feeling the elasticity of her youthful body and the perfect size for my hand to grasp.

"Mmm...stop it, Chenchen, let's go back and...let's do it again, okay, ah..." Xiao Yang, with my hand pinned behind her back, her lower body pressed against the Ferris wheel's glass, her free hand weakly gripping the glass.

I ignored her pleas and instead pinched her nipples hard as she spoke,

eliciting moans from her.

I pulled my hand out of her t-shirt and lifted her skirt to her waist.

Her flesh-colored stockings encased her buttocks, and I felt a rush of blood to my head. I slapped her hard on her plump buttocks. "Ah~" Xiao Yang turned her head, her eyes filled with seductive allure. "Why did you hit me?

" I ignored her, continuing to enjoy the silky touch on my hand. Then I reached down and touched Xiao Yang's fleshy, plump thighs. The double sensation of the stockings made me reluctant to let go. Xiao Yang didn't look particularly voluptuous, but her thighs and buttocks were full of flesh.

I moved my hand upwards, touching Xiao Yang's genitals, which I had just penetrated last night and which were being penetrated by my penis for the first time.

"Mmm...mmm...brother~" She turned back to look at me, pleadingly not calling my name.

"Call me brother and I'll let you go.

" I leaned close to Xiao Yang's ear and whispered in her ear, then sucked on her small, cute earlobe.

"Ugh...no...mmm~" The girl groaned in dissatisfaction, making a cute sound.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Having tasted the sweetness of yesterday, I decided to get to the main event.

Pulling down my stockings and underwear, Xiao Yang, seemingly realizing something, stopped struggling. She turned her head, her expression like a kitten that had caught a fish.

"You just graduated from virginity yesterday, and you're already going to finish so quickly today?" she smiled back.

I was touched on a sensitive spot. Yesterday, I'd ejaculated very quickly after penetration, but Xiao Yang hadn't seemed bothered. Hearing her mention it now, it seemed she wasn't oblivious but was being considerate of my feelings.

I desperately needed to regain my dignity as a man. I pulled down my pants. Being my first time from behind, I had no experience and struggled to find the entrance, which elicited another soft laugh from Xiao Yang. Then she reached out and touched my already erect penis.

This was the first time she had touched my penis. I thought to myself, noticing that Xiao Yang's hand was trembling slightly. I chuckled inwardly. This little devil was always like this; she seemed capable of anything, not because she was stronger or fearless than others, but because she dared to take responsibility. After her bravado, she would return to her little nest, wounded and licking her wounds. "

I'll protect you from now on," I whispered.

I felt a tight sensation. Xiao Yang looked at me, smiling slightly, "I'm here.

" After greeting her, I thrust my penis forward.

So tight. Yesterday was the first time, so the feeling wasn't so clear. The second time, I fully experienced the captivating sensation of Xiao Yang's genitals. So good.

I plunged deep inside, encountering great resistance, feeling the same as the first time, as if I had forced a path forward.

"Ah... um, um, ooh..." I heard Xiao Yang's suppressed whimpers, panting heavily.

"Xiao Yang,

" I called out.

"Chenchen, you can move now.

" She turned and glanced at me before saying this.

I started thrusting back and forth, it felt so good, Xiaoyang's vagina gripped my penis like waves.

But I wouldn't ejaculate quickly, I thought to myself.

I slowly got used to the waves of pleasure, my hands on Xiaoyang's waist, touching the soft flesh of her well-toned waist, and began to thrust even more violently.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah.

" With each powerful thrust, my lower abdomen slammed against Xiao Yang's snow-white buttocks, producing a series of slapping sounds, accompanied by short moans from her.

I stopped my movements, watching Xiao Yang's shoulders rise and fall rhythmically. I slowly withdrew my penis. Xiao Yang turned to look at me, a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.

"Silly girl, it hurts, doesn't it?

" I scooped up her legs, pulled her into my arms, and sat her down on a nearby seat.

"Hehe.

" She chuckled sheepishly. "It felt good at first, but then I used too much force, and it hurt a little.

" I stroked her hair.

"If only I hadn't used so much force, you could have told me if it hurt, I could have endured it.

" "But we won't have a chance to go home today.

" She pouted.

"Tomorrow will come soon, silly girl.

" I said, stroking her nose.

"Don't do this again.

" I kept rubbing her cheeks. "Does it still hurt?" "It doesn't hurt when I don't insert it.

" Xiao Yang stood up from my arms, lifted her stockings and panties, and when she reached her thighs, she seemed to remember something. She pulled out a tissue from her bag, slightly parted her legs, and wiped herself with the tissue. There was a hint of pain on her face. Then she tidied herself up and put her skirt down.

The girl's toes touched together, as if she had made a decision, and then she turned to Chenchen sitting to the side.

"Is it still hard?" The girl's face was flushed.

"It'll be fine in a

bit." "You... close your eyes and take off your pants.

" The girl said slowly.

I looked at Xiao Yang in surprise, but she quickly reached out and covered my eyes.

"Hurry up.

" The girl's embarrassed and angry voice came.

I closed my eyes, stood up, and took off my pants. While I was still hesitating, a pair of small hands touched my waist and slowly pulled down my underwear.

"Sit down.

" I obediently sat down, waiting for the wonderful sensations that might follow.

"Sorry, Chenchen, I shouldn't have teased you like that. Men's first time is supposedly very quick, don't worry about it, brother…brother.

" Hearing her voice, I wanted to say something, but hearing that last, seductive moan, I suddenly felt my penis, which had just subsided, suddenly stand erect again.

I felt something rubbing against my penis—a tissue. It was probably stained with Xiao Yang's blood, I thought.

The tissue was put away, and a soft touch appeared. I gasped.

"Brother~" I heard the voice again. I imagined Xiao Yang's shy expression, squatting between my legs, one hand holding my penis and moving it up and down.

"Does this feel good?" "Yes, it feels good, Xiao Yang, you can go a little harder.

" "Is that so?" The sensation became even stronger, and I nodded in response.

"Your lust was aroused by me, so I'll take care of it for you.

" I responded with "uh-huh," afraid of breaking the current atmosphere.

Suddenly, a wet, slippery sensation came from my penis, followed by a soft little tongue.

"Ah..." I cried out in pleasure. Xiao Yang was very talented at this, sucking my penis hard, the constant sensation coming from all parts of the shaft. I imagined Xiao Yang moving her head back and forth like an actress.

"So good, Xiao Yang, little sister, I'm going to cum.

" I whispered, and then a stream of semen sprayed into Xiao Yang's mouth. She had my penis in her mouth, and the semen rushed into her throat. She coughed as if she was choking, but with the penis still spraying semen in her mouth, she could only keep coughing until she ejaculated.

I felt Xiao Yang forcefully smear the semen from my penis with her lips, and then my penis left her mouth.

I opened my eyes and saw Xiao Yang spitting the semen onto a tissue, a trace of semen still remaining at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing me staring at her, Xiao Yang glared at me.

"Feeling good now, you pervert?

" she said with a look of disgust.

So tsundere, I thought to myself. Then she squatted down again and wiped the remaining secretions from my penis.

I was enjoying Xiao Yang's final, attentive service when suddenly there was a loud bang. Xiao Yang and I both quickly realized where the sound came from, and we both immediately stood up. I pulled up my pants in a flash, not caring if my penis was being squeezed inside.

The door opened, and Xiao Yang grabbed my hand and jumped down, running wildly out of the amusement park.

I ran and laughed, and Xiao Yang laughed as she ran too. We stood on the side of the road, panting heavily, still laughing.

"Let's go home.

" I looked at her eyes, which were gleaming in the dim streetlights.

"Yeah, let's go home.

" She looked at me too, her beautiful eyes reflecting someone who looked just like her, with the same bright eyes.

I took her hand and slowly walked away.

"Is this the story you wrote?" "Yeah, what do you think?" I asked her expectantly.

"Should I say it's unsurprisingly disgusting, or just another cliché fantasy plot from an online writer?" she said, tilting her head.

"The person who can write a plot like this is probably the kind of guy whose mind is filled with lust all the time, like you.

" "But don't be too pessimistic. Start from scratch, stop masturbating and daydreaming, and control your desires. Maybe you can still crawl out of the garbage heap and see the light of day again, maybe.

" My eyelids twitched. I watched the cute little cat crawling towards the table to get its phone, only its back showing me. I grabbed the leather bracelet from a box at the foot of the bed and pounced on the kitten who was about to grab the phone.

The kitten, pinned beneath me and unable to move, struggled desperately. "We were only together for a few minutes, what are you going to do now, you perverted brother?" I ignored her and tied her wrists together. Then I took out various tools from the box. The kitten, constantly bound by these tools, finally couldn't speak. I looked at Xiao Yang, her hands tied to the headboard, her eyes blindfolded, and a gag in her mouth, whimpering and drooling unintelligible. A wave of pleasure washed over me.

I placed my hands on her beautiful feet, now clad in black stockings, and stroked her smooth little feet. Xiao Yang, ticklish from the touch, fidgeted, but her stockinged feet remained in my hands.

I untied the bindings on Xiao Yang's legs and placed her two black-stockinged feet on my penis, lubricant dripping down.

Those small feet expertly manipulated my brother's large penis. The mystery brought by the black stockings and the dual visual experience of her legs being spread open for footjob, her vulva exposed through the open stockings, made me close my eyes in pleasure.

After more than ten minutes, the two stockinged little feet rested somewhat wearily on my testicles, kicking forward rhythmically. I knew Xiao Yang's feet were tired, so I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and turned my head to bite those beautiful black legs.

"Ugh...ugh~ugh..." Xiao Yang shook her head, clearly very ticklish, the biting on her thigh was like torture to her.

I moved one hand back and forth, stroking her thighs and calves, the other hand caressing her clitoris. Soon, the fluid flowing from her vagina would run over her anus, wetting her buttocks, and finally leaving marks on the sheets.

I untied Xiao Yang's restraints. Actually, neither of us liked this feeling, because I liked looking into her beautiful eyes, watching her become dazed as my big cock penetrated her, and Xiao Yang said she also wanted to look at me, touch my body, and feel the impact from me more deeply.

I patted her buttocks, and she turned around on her own. "Pervert, come in.

" She stuck out her plump buttocks in black stockings and pouted her little mouth as she spoke.

I pinched her waist, slowly watching my penis being swallowed by Xiao Yang's vagina, I swayed my hips back and forth, my hands constantly wandering over my genitals covered by black stockings.

My fingers sank slightly into the soft flesh of her plump, upturned buttocks, then I raised my hand and slapped it. I heard Xiao Yang groan, and her vagina suddenly tightened. Then I moved to her equally sensual thighs, squeezing her soft flesh with my fingers.

The muscles on her calves were firm and smooth, causing my hand to slide to her ankle. Touching Xiao Yang's sexy calves in high heels, I turned my head and looked at her two small, black-stockinged feet, soles facing upwards, amidst the constant thrusting and slapping sounds. I couldn't resist grasping them again.

With increasingly rapid thrusting, Xiao Yang's arms, which had been supporting her, collapsed weakly onto the bed, her cheek pressed against the sheets, her buttocks raised as she was relentlessly penetrated.

"Brother, it feels so good... Brother, brother.

" Xiao Yang kept calling out, "Ah... Brother, are you going to fuck your little sister to death, fuck this little slut to death, ah..." The moans kept coming from Xiao Yang's cherry-red lips. I heard them and thrust harder, the slapping sounds getting louder, "Ah~ ah~ ah, ah, ah.

" With each thrust, Xiao Yang's voice became more seductive.

"I can't take it anymore, brother, I can't take it anymore, ah, ah, ah..." With her sudden high-pitched cry, and then as if all her strength had been suddenly drained, Xiao Yang's body collapsed on the bed, only her plump, stockinged buttocks were still in my arms, still sticking up.

I turned Xiao Yang over and lay on top of her, kissing her lips, "Disgusting, you made me change my stockings again.

" She gasped for breath, still complaining.

I lay down with Xiaoyang in my arms, letting her lie on top of me. Our lower bodies were connected again, and I thrust my hips upwards.

"Ah... um... um, um, um.

" Xiaoyang, resting on me, began to moan again.

"Why isn't the little slut talking anymore?" I looked smugly at Xiaoyang, who was completely absorbed in the moment and could only moan.

"You pervert, ah... perverted brother, ah~ ah~ ah~ ah.

" The violent thrusts lifted Xiaoyang's buttocks again and again, and then fell down again and again, the sounds of intercourse and flesh colliding were continuous.

"Writing such... disgusting... things, ah... I don't want to see it, um... um... um..." Xiaoyang propped herself up on her arms, looking at my smug face with stubbornness.

"Ah...you...doing this at home...ah~a pervert who's doing this to his own sister.

" The contractions of her vagina suddenly intensified, stimulating me to let out a groan. "Hmm, a pervert who rapes his sister...brother, are you going to be raped by your sister? Ugh..." She deliberately emphasized those two words, happily watching my expression as I endured the pleasurable stimulation.

I straightened up, letting Xiao Yang lie on top of me, my hands gripping her plump, black-stockinged buttocks that swayed up and down, my arms and waist working together to bounce her up and down even more violently.

"Hmm, hmm...ugh...ugh...ah ugh..." Xiao Yang leaned on my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder, letting me grasp and manipulate her black-stockinged buttocks, her black-stockinged legs also wrapped around my waist.

I stroked the silky texture back and forth, listening to Xiao Yang's increasingly indistinct yet continuous moans, and slowly stopped thrusting.

Suddenly losing her pleasure, Xiao Yang let out a sob through her nose, her stockinged legs tightly wrapped around my waist, and began to tremble.

She groaned in dissatisfaction, unsure how to continue. "Put on your high heels,

" I whispered in her ear, then carried her off the bed. She slipped on a pair of white high heels placed beside the bed, her upper body arched over the bed, her plump, black-stockinged buttocks raised high.

"Quick, come in,

" she urged me to enter.

I thrust forcefully from behind, my lower abdomen slamming against her plump buttocks with each stroke. I shamelessly caressed her straight, stockinged legs, listening to Xiao Yang's increasingly indistinct moans.

"My little sister's cunt feels so good,

" I couldn't help but say.

"Mmm...my little sister's cunt is only for brother to fuck, it feels so good, brother.

" "Does my little sister's cunt like brother's big cock?" I thrust forcefully.

"I love it, I love it the most, your big cock is inside, my little hole is filled.

" I turned Xiao Yang over and laid her flat on the bed, holding her legs and spreading them apart. Her high heels hung on her stockinged feet, swaying with each thrust.

"Brother, how about I wear stockings all day long and let you touch me? If you want to fuck me, just tear off my stockings, I won't wear panties, I'll lie on my stomach and let you fuck me, okay? Hmm... hmm..." The constant thrusting drained Xiao Yang's mind and strength. She weakly uttered words she usually couldn't say. I pushed her legs forward, making the soles of her feet face up, and penetrated deeper into her body.

"Waaah... waaah... waaah... waaah..." Xiao Yang's cries reached my ears. "Is your little slut about to climax?" I asked, lying on top of her.

"Mmm, the little slut is coming, she's going to come from being fucked by her brother's big cock.

" Her hazy eyes were on me, as if she were talking to herself, "I can't take it anymore, the little slut can't take it anymore, Daddy, Daddy.

" "Slutty daughter.

" One of Xiao Yang's high heels fell to the ground. I turned my head and took her constantly swaying little foot into my mouth, gently biting her toes covered by stockings.

"Lick your daughter's stocking feet, Daddy, your daughter's stocking feet, stocking legs are for Daddy to touch every day, for Daddy to fuck." "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ah..." Xiao Yang's body trembled, her legs spread apart and trembling incessantly, her stockinged little feet dangling in the air and swaying incessantly. She had obviously reached orgasm. I could no longer hold back the urge to ejaculate, and my semen kept shooting into Xiao Yang's body.

I lay on top of Xiao Yang, she hugged my back and slowly stroked me. I felt the soft and smooth touch, and the fatigue after the intense exercise.

"What did you call me just now?" "Nothing.

" "Hehe.

" "Disgusting, you're really disgusting, you perverted brother.

" She smelled the scent on my neck and said softly.

We had showered and were sitting in the room, leaning against each other.

"I once had a dream where I was all alone, without my sister.

" I looked into her eyes, which seemed to be filled with shattered specks of light as she waited for me to continue.

"After my parents went to work, I stayed home every day, all by myself. I played games at home, but I couldn't find anyone to play with all day. I'd turn on the TV in my bedroom so there was sound, otherwise I'd get scared playing alone, and my dreams would be filled with anxiety.

" As she listened, she took my hand, our arms intertwined, feeling the warmth emanating from her body.

"I'll always be by your side, Chenchen, shining brightly just as you imagine, so you can find me at a glance.

" She leaned closer to me, speaking softly.

I looked at her, our faces meeting, and saw a similar face reflected in her eyes. I smiled slightly.

"Yes, it's from what you wrote. Did I say that? I think this is the first time I've said something like that?" She nestled beside me like a docile kitten, staring at me with her clear, bright eyes.

Even though it was only a month ago, her tone made it sound like it happened last year.

"I think you'd say that, or rather, you want to say that, but you don't have enough time to think about it like you do when it's written down.

" I looked at the docile kitten, stroking her long, flowing hair as if petting its fur.

"No wonder it sounds so smooth when I say it.

" She stood up and walked to the opposite side of me. "If you dressed up as me and went to school in my place, no one would find out, right?

" "And you? Dressed as a boy and living in my dorm?" "Yeah, I live in the boys' dorm. How about it, go check out your den?

" "Hmm, sounds feasible, but if you get caught

, it'll be terrible." "You'll probably get expelled.

" "No, no, I'm talking about you.

" I looked at Xiao Yang, a smile I couldn't help but smile.

"Disgusting, you cuckolded pervert, I didn't realize you had so many fetishes besides foot fetish and sock fetish.

" Her expression was so cold that I could hardly tell she was joking.

"And besides...

" I continued, unmoved.

"How many people will be in the girls' dorm? Four? That might be too few. Six, maybe, five people would be just right. I might not be able to handle an eight-person room, and besides, I know there aren't any eight-person rooms.

" "Aaaaaah, you dare!" Her cold expression finally crumbled. "I'll bite you to death!

" She roared and jumped onto the bed, nimbly climbing behind me and pressing down on me, biting my ear. I smiled foolishly and reached out to stroke her head.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and fell silent, as if listening to my breathing. After we stopped making a sound, the room was quiet, with nothing that could make a noise.

"It's so nice to go to the same school.

" She smelled the scent of my hair and said softly.

"Yeah.

" I nodded heavily. "That's what I thought too, so we can still stay together.

" "It's still early, until September.

" She leaned against my back, hugging her knees, wearing a white dress with a thin rope tied around her waist.

I smiled, turned to look at her, and asked, "What are you having for lunch?" "Hmm,

" she replied, jumping off the bed. "Let's go shopping.

" "Should I include this part?" "If it's just for indulging your own fantasies, then forget it.

" "No, I know what I wrote will make you praise me.

" "I never said your writing was good; I only said it was disgusting.

"

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