Two intersecting arcs

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I got up early, washed up, put the soybeans and pig's feet I bought yesterday into a clay pot to make soup, cooked breakfast, breastfed my daughter, washed and hung up the clothes... a whole bunch of things to do. After finally finishing, I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted, wanting to rest, but was suddenly blinded by a reflection from the building across the street.

That building belonged to another neighborhood, about a hundred meters away from ours. We couldn't see anything with the naked eye, but with binoculars, it was a different story. This reflection had been appearing frequently these past few days, and I hadn't paid much attention before, but today it suddenly felt wrong. Remembering that my husband had bought a high-powered monocular telescope, I ran to the study, got it, set it up by the window, and looked across the street. Soon, I found the window that frequently reflected the light. Sure enough, there was a high-powered monocular telescope there too. I didn't see anyone, but I did see a large piece of paper hanging on the wall that read: "37 days until the college entrance exam." The 37 was a slip of paper stuck in the wall.

"Hey, another guy preparing for the college entrance exam." I slowly looked around, and soon, a person came into view. He was handsome and tall, with a student-like face, clearly a high school student. He was holding a bottle of drink, obviously having just gone to get it. He glanced at the binoculars, then suddenly jumped back, knocking over his binoculars and dropping his drink. He then frantically pulled the curtains shut. It was obvious his binoculars were pointed at me, and seeing me looking at him with binoculars had startled him. But it also made me very angry. I was home alone, and it was May now, the weather was getting warmer, and I dressed very casually, rarely wearing a bra. I often breastfed my baby in the living room, with my shirt open or pulled up, exposing my breasts. I never imagined someone would be peeping, seeing everything.

In the following days, I would occasionally glance at that window, and when the binoculars didn't appear again, I breathed a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, I took my baby downstairs in the stroller to get some sun and stopped by the supermarket to buy some things. Passing by Manning Cafe, I saw someone eating at a table by the window through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His handsome face made me recognize him immediately—it was the guy who had been peeping. I pushed my baby into the cafe, went to the table, and sat down opposite him without any hesitation.

"You…" he began, sounding a little angry, but stopped abruptly when he saw me, his face turning bright red. Clearly, he recognized me. "I'm...I'm sorry," he managed to manage, his face full of embarrassment.

Seeing his expression, my anger immediately dissipated, and I chuckled. "Alright, don't be nervous. I'm not here to interrogate you. It's just that we met from so far away, it wouldn't be right not to see each other face-to-face." He didn't relax because of my words and still said cautiously, "That was my fault. What do you want? I'll accept the punishment."

"Alright, I told you I don't blame you. I understand you're about to take the college entrance exam, and you want to do something exciting to relieve the pressure." "It's not that I'm nervous or stressed, it's that I'm bored." He said indignantly.

"Ha, no pressure? Is it because you're sure you won't pass the exam that you're not stressed? I see you don't even go to school anymore." I said dismissively.

"I don't go to school because the school doesn't teach anything anymore. It's all self-study. I like a quiet and free environment, so I applied to study at home. My grades are good, so the school had to agree." When talking about studying, his face immediately filled with confidence. "In three years, I only failed to get first place in the whole grade once in so many major exams." "A top student! Even top students peep?"

His face immediately turned red again: "My parents were promoted to the provincial capital, and they only have half a year left. I was too lazy to transfer schools, so I stayed. Sometimes I get bored at home alone, so I want to see what other people do at home. Actually, there's nothing interesting to see, except for you..."

"What's interesting about me?"

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "First, you're very pretty; second, I'm curious about breastfeeding; third, I think you're amazing, taking care of a baby all by yourself and managing everything so well." Putting my beauty first, not bad, I'm very happy. I stared at him for a few seconds, and he looked serious, not like he was mocking me. I guess you passed. At this moment, Nannan cried, and I quickly picked her up. I knew she wanted to nurse.

I turned to the side, with my back to the window, unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt, then unhooked my bra, took out one breast, and put the nipple into Nannan's mouth. The baby immediately began to suckle happily.

He watched in surprise, his gaze fixed and unmoving. Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but laugh: "You've peeked so many times, and you still find it strange?"

He quickly looked away, his face turning red again. I chuckled again: "A mother breastfeeding her child is natural, sacred, there's nothing to be ashamed of, and I'm not afraid you'll see." After saying that, I mischievously stood up a little and exaggeratedly glanced at his crotch. Thankfully, it was flat, no bulge, which didn't disappoint me.

He looked speechless at my action: "Please, I also think breastfeeding is sacred. I'm just curious, not having any impure thoughts, okay?"

Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but chuckle. The baby finished feeding and fell asleep. I gently put her back in the stroller, turned around to say goodbye, and saw him hesitate.

Yes, he hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "I'm curious. I've been observing your family for many days, and you're always taking care of the baby alone. Why doesn't anyone help you? Where are your husband and parents?" My face immediately fell, and tears almost welled up. I composed myself and said with a bitter smile, "My husband went abroad on a business trip when I was six months pregnant, only returning for a week when I gave birth. My parents are sexist; they stayed with me until after my postpartum period and then went back to their hometown to take care of my brother's son. His parents are even more sexist; seeing that I gave birth to a girl, they went back to their hometown after my husband left. We're new to this city for work, and we don't even have any friends. What else can we do but take care of the baby ourselves?"

"Don't you hire a nanny?"

"It's too expensive, more than my salary. I'd rather take a leave of absence and stay home to take care of her; I'd feel more at ease then." "Your husband's company is so inhumane, sending him abroad in your situation." "It's not the company's fault, it's my husband's own decision. Going abroad can lead to a promotion and a raise, help improve business, and he might be given more responsibility when he returns, so..."

He looked surprised, opened his mouth to say something, but then held back. I felt a little down, and said,

"You can eat slowly, I'm going home." With that, I stood up, pushed the stroller, and left.

II.

Life continued as usual. Every afternoon when the sun was weak, I would push my daughter downstairs to get some sun and go to the supermarket.

To get to the supermarket, we had to pass through a narrow alley. That day, we encountered trouble in that alley. A thug, whose family has some connections, got a sinecure at the company my husband and I work for through connections. He's long coveted my beauty and, while my husband is abroad, he frequently harasses me. At first, he pretends to be respectable and shows concern, but when that doesn't work, he becomes shameless. He even went to my house and banged on the door

once, scaring me so much that I had to call the building security to get rid of him. Unexpectedly, today, this thug cornered me in an alley. "Beautiful lady, all alone? Feeling lonely? Want me to keep you company?" The thug's shameless, lewd grin was disgusting.

I knew there was no point in arguing with someone like him. "Get out of my way!" I said coldly. Pushing my stroller around him, the thug moved to block my way. I turned back the way I came, but he grabbed the stroller and wouldn't let go. I didn't dare to pull too hard, afraid that my daughter would fall out of the car. "What do you want?" "I'm doing a good deed, I'll help you take your child home. Your husband is abroad and doesn't care about you and your daughter, it breaks my heart. I'll help your husband take care of you and your daughter, take care of you in every way, how about it?" He had a shameless look on his face, but I was a little helpless.

"Sis, what's going on?" A voice came from behind. I turned around and saw it was him. He walked up to the thug and said, "Who are you? What are you doing stopping my sister?" The thug was surprised. He knew very well that I had no relatives. When did this brother suddenly appear? Nosy, huh? He sneered, "Kid, looking for death?" He snorted, and with a swift movement, grabbed the thug's neck. With a pull, the thug's face immediately turned red. "If I see you bothering my sister again, I'll make sure you can't die even if you want to, believe me?" He glared, his handsome face no longer delicate but resolute.

The thug's face turned purple, unable to speak, his limbs flailing wildly. He waited until it was about time, then shoved the thug away. The thug fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Finally, he caught his breath, stood up, and ran away.

"Thank you!" He came just in time; otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do. But I was also a little worried. "I'm sorry to have troubled you. What if that bastard comes after you..." "It's alright. I can easily deal with low-level thugs like that." He regained his refined appearance and confident demeanor, which was very pleasant to look at.

"Low-level? Are you high-level?" For some reason, having him beside me made me feel relaxed, and I started joking.

"Hehe, I'm top-level." He laughed, a warm laugh. "Come on, I'll take you home." I didn't refuse; instead, I felt a little relieved. I didn't go to the supermarket and slowly pushed Nannan home.

As we walked, I briefly told him about the thug.

"What a scoundrel! He actually bullied you, a woman with a baby." He was indignant. "If that bastard comes to bother you again, just tell me, and I'll have someone teach him a lesson." "Are you a top student or a gangster? You can even have someone teach someone a lesson?" Seeing his grown-up attitude, I laughed.

"I'm a real academic star, and I even get along pretty well with the school's troublemakers." "How did you end up with those troublemakers? Shouldn't people like you be on a completely different level? It's good enough you're not afraid of them."

"Hehe, actually, there are a few main reasons. First, my parents are both high-ranking officials, so those troublemakers generally don't dare touch me. Because with just one word from my parents, they'll know what the power of dictatorship is. So as long as I don't provoke them, they basically won't bother me. Second, actually, I get along quite well with those troublemakers. I don't put on airs; I interact with them as usual, without looking down on them. Third, I'll help them when I can, unlike other classmates and teachers who avoid them. Fourth, I'm not a bookworm. I exercise regularly, I'm physically strong, and if I encounter a few troublemakers, I can handle them on my own. They respect me to some extent."

"Why do you always use first, second, and third points? Like an old scholar, hehe!" I laughed at him, then asked, "What do you help them with? Doing bad things?"

"No way! Most of them are just small favors. For example, at school, whenever something bad happens, they're always blamed. Sometimes they really did it, sometimes they're innocent. If I know they didn't do it, I'll stand up for them and vouch for them. They're very grateful to me for that. There was one bigger incident. There was a troublemaker in my class, known for his fighting skills in our area, but his family was really poor. No one in his family had a decent job. His father ran a tricycle for transportation, but the transportation authorities caught him and were going to confiscate the vehicle and fine him a lot of money. I felt sorry for him, so I asked my dad to put in a good word for him

. Not only did they let him go, but they also got him a license to operate the vehicle." He said calmly, without any pride on his face. "You're really something," I tried to compliment him.

"My strength lies in my studies; everything else is thanks to my parents' connections, it's nothing special." He wasn't smug at all, but rather a little ashamed: "Does relying on my parents make you look down on me?" "No, you can't rely on your parents for your studies. Besides, it's already quite good that you haven't become a spoiled brat, haha!" I deliberately laughed at him, hoping to ease his negative emotions. His parents held high positions—I don't know how high—but it at least made him feel somewhat isolated at school, perhaps that's why he preferred to study at home.

We talked as we walked, and although we walked slowly, we soon reached the elevator. He looked a little reluctant and said, "You're here, go on up, I'm leaving."

I saw through his thoughts and said, "Okay, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Come to my place to eat. It's hard for me to cook for one person, I always cook too much, I can't finish it all, you can help me." "Okay!" His joy was undisguised, and there was no feigned politeness.

When we got home, I asked him to sit down first and went home to change. I habitually changed into my usual home clothes. When I came out, I noticed he was looking at me a little embarrassed. Then I realized I wasn't wearing a bra, and my top was quite revealing. My face flushed, and I gritted my teeth and bluntly said, "What? Haven't you peeked enough? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"The problem is, sis, it makes me uncomfortable."

I glanced at his lower body; there was a bulge in his crotch. I couldn't help but laugh, then rushed back to my room to put on my bra.

During dinner, I couldn't help but laugh every now and then. Luckily, he got used to it after a few laughs and stopped being so reserved. He started telling me funny stories from school, and I shared many stories from my high school days. We both talked enthusiastically and seemed to want to continue. For a long time, I'd been eating alone at home. It was so rare to have someone to eat and chat with, and to have such a happy conversation.

When he had to leave at 10 pm, I felt a little reluctant to let him go. Before leaving, he found a pen, wrote down his phone number, and said to me, "Call me if you need anything."

Unexpectedly, something happened in the middle of the night the next day. My daughter was sick with a fever of 41℃, a temperature that carries the risk of convulsions. I couldn't handle it alone, and since I had no one else to turn to, I had to ask him.

I called him, gave my daughter a warm bath, and fed her water and fever-reducing medicine. I thought it would take him a long time to arrive, but he arrived in less than ten minutes, panting and sweating profusely. Without a word, I picked up my daughter, tossed him a large bag containing her necessities, and he took it without hesitation. When we got downstairs, he had actually driven over, which saved me a lot of trouble. He drove very fast, and twice he even ran red lights when there were no other cars around. I asked him, "Do you have a driver's license?" He said, "No! But I drive very well, especially at night." We

arrived at the hospital quickly. It's so helpful to have someone help. I held my baby while the nurse took her temperature, and he ran to buy medical records and get a patient card. After that, he led the way for tests, medication, and injections, and I just followed behind him with my baby in my arms. I didn't have to worry about anything and felt incredibly safe. Because it was the middle of the night, there weren't many patients at the hospital, and my baby was quickly put on an IV drip. He even helped find a private observation room. Watching my baby sleep peacefully and her temperature gradually come down, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sis, you should rest for a bit. I'll watch over her for you." He had been running around all night but was still very energetic.

"Okay, let me lean back." I sat down in the chair and leaned back, immediately realizing that my breasts were painfully engorged. I remembered that because my baby wasn't feeling well, she hadn't nursed since the afternoon, and now my breasts were very engorged. If I didn't express them, they would become inflamed.

I quickly got up to find a nurse, wanting a breast pump, but the nurse regretfully told me that they didn't have one and I would have to express them by hand. But I don't know how. My baby has a big appetite; she can finish most of my milk. I went to the bathroom and tried to express some, but it hurt a lot, and I only managed to get a tiny bit out. What should I do? I have a headache.

After hesitating for a while, I decided, "This is the only way."

I went back to the ward, walked to a corner, called him over, and told him about the situation.

"What! You want me to help you suck it out?" He looked completely astonished.

"This is the only way, there's no other way. Will you help me or not? Do you expect me to go outside and ask someone else for help?" I said, biting my lower lip, and decisively unbuttoned my shirt. My bra had a front clasp, which I quickly unbuttoned as well, exposing both breasts. Both breasts were full of milk, swollen and emitting a faint milky smell.

"But I don't know how to suckle." He looked at my breasts, his hands unconsciously reaching out to touch them, gently kneading them.

"Don't use too much force, it hurts." I didn't refuse him; on the contrary, I found his touch very comfortable. "Try it, didn't you say you're very smart? You should be able to do it quickly." He hesitated, but slowly lowered himself down, and finally, opened his mouth and took my left nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.

"Use a little more force, don't you have the strength?" Seeing his cautious look, I was both annoyed and amused.

"Mmm." He could only utter a single sound while sucking on my nipple, then increased the force of his sucking, and I felt the milk gushing out. His bent-over posture was uncomfortable, straining his back, so he placed one hand on my back and the other around my waist. When his hand touched me, I trembled slightly. I didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, I felt the warmth of his large, strong hand and arm, and even wished he would touch my body. Thinking of this, my face flushed. Shouldn't I be shy? Shouldn't I feel forced into this? Why did I feel a little fortunate to have this reason for him to hold me and suckle my breast? I had an indescribable feeling.

His suckling was strong, and soon his mouth was full of milk. He spat out the nipple, closed his mouth, and looked around for a place to spit out the milk. "You can drink it," I said, trying to laugh at his puffed-out cheeks and anxious expression.

He hesitated for a moment before swallowing the milk. "How is it? How does it taste?" I continued to tease him.

"A little sweet, a little fishy, a little strange, but it's acceptable," he replied somewhat seriously.

"It's not over yet, you want to continue." I pulled over a chair. "Sit down." "Why?" He sat down, but seemed a little confused.

"You were uncomfortable the way you were before, let's try a different way." I said, straddling his lap, so that my breasts were right in front of his face. "This is much more convenient. But, won't you get tired sitting on your lap?" This position was very intimate, and my face flushed, but I was determined.

"No...no." He stammered, and made a swallowing motion. I could feel his dry mouth; that swallow probably didn't even produce a drop of saliva. Soon, I could feel the bulge in his pants on my thigh, and even feel the heat emanating from them.

He slowly placed his hands on my waist, opened his mouth again, and took my left nipple into his mouth. I felt his lips tremble, and at that moment, I involuntarily let out a soft "Mmm." This sound seemed to stimulate him, and he began to suckle rapidly and forcefully, his hands roaming and caressing my waist and back. Soon, he was no longer satisfied with just my clothes; he reached his hands inside, his hot palms pressing directly against my skin. "Ah!" My body stiffened, my hands gripping the back of the chair tightly, my chest thrusting forward, wishing he could take my entire breast into his mouth.

He suckled and swallowed, never letting my nipple leave his mouth for a moment. Soon, the milk in my left breast was gone, and he immediately switched to my right. At the same time, one hand reached to my chest, grasping my left breast and kneading it incessantly. I didn't resist; instead, I hugged his head, running my fingers through his hair. When my right breast was also emptied, his other hand reached forward, both hands constantly kneading, squeezing, and caressing my breasts. Although his mouth was no longer suckling, he continued to kiss various parts of my breasts. A long-lost tingling, soreness, and itching sensation surged from my chest to my brain. I arched my back, tilted my head back, and groaned softly, lost in the sensation, sinking deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

"Ah!" Nannan suddenly cried out. We both stopped abruptly and turned to look at her. She was whimpering softly, her limbs moving, showing signs of waking up. I quickly stood up and ran to the bedside. I saw that Nannan's forehead and body were sweating. Sweating meant her fever was breaking. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Get me a towel." I needed to wipe the sweat away.

He responded and quickly grabbed his bag, found a towel, and as I wiped Nannan's sweat, I said, "A cotton pad." Nannan's clothes were also a little damp, but it wasn't convenient to change them while she was getting an injection, so I needed to put a cotton pad behind her back first. He quickly handed it over. "Water." Soon, a bottle of water was handed over.

The coordination was so perfect; I felt a sense of ease I had never felt before.

I was bent over, leaning over the hospital bed to feed my daughter water, when suddenly I realized how alluring this position was—my round bottom was sticking up high. "What if he reaches out and touch me?" I turned my head slightly to look at him, and saw that he was just leaning against the bed, quietly watching me and my daughter. A warm feeling washed over me. Good!

After drinking the water, my daughter fell asleep again. I looked at her and smiled with satisfaction.

"Sister, you're so beautiful!" he suddenly blurted out.

"What?" I turned to look at him.

"The way you look at my daughter with such love and smile is so beautiful!" It was the first time someone had complimented me like that, and I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I lowered my head and smiled secretly.

"Sister, you should rest. I'll watch over her."

"What about you?"

"My stomach's bloated." He made a joke out of the blue.

"You…" A wave of intense embarrassment washed over me, and I raised my fist to hit him.

"Please, please!" he laughed, raising his hands.

"Hmph!" I waved my little fist. "I am indeed a little tired. Thank you for your help." I lay down next to Nannan and quickly fell asleep. With him beside me, I felt at ease.

I don't know how long I slept, but he woke me up: "Sis, the injection is finished. The temperature was checked again and dropped to over 37°C. The nurse said we can go home now. Just take your medicine on time. Let's go home first, and you can sleep again when we get there." "Okay." I was still sleepy. I got up, rubbed my face, picked up Nannan, and glanced at her. I found that he had already packed everything. I felt so relieved.

"Let's go!" He slung his bag over his shoulder and said to me, then pushed open the door and went out first.

I didn't have to think about anything and just followed him to the parking lot and got in the car.

III.

On the way back, he drove very steadily. I held Nannan in the back seat and quickly fell asleep again. When I woke up again, we were already in the parking lot downstairs. I opened my eyes and saw his face with a sweet, gentle smile. It was so heartwarming.

"I didn't want to wake you, I wanted to carry you upstairs, but I can't carry two beauties," he joked.

I laughed and handed him the baby girl in my arms. "Then you can carry one of the beauties, right?" "Uh!" He took the baby girl and held her, looking completely embarrassed, all his usual confidence and composure gone. His arms and shoulders were stiff, and he walked cautiously, keeping his upper body still. I laughed from behind. "Relax, the baby girl only weighs about 20 pounds. You're a big guy, are you afraid you can't hold her properly?" "She's so delicate, I don't dare to use force. I'm afraid she'll hurt if I hold her too tightly." "You don't need to use force. Just wrap your arms around her, supporting her upper body and head with one hand, and her bottom and legs with the other." I explained as I showed him how to hold her. At that moment, I felt a sense of complete family.

When we got home, he put the baby girl in the crib. I changed her clothes and diaper, wiped her body, gave her some water, and let her continue sleeping. He watched quietly from the side, and after I figured it out, he said, "Sis, you go back to sleep, I'll keep an eye on things for you."

"You should go to sleep, I'll stay and watch. I'm so sorry to have kept you busy all night, I'm afraid I've disturbed your studies." I checked the time, it was almost 5 a.m.

"Sis, Nannan is asleep now. You can't do anything if you don't sleep. You'll be busy after dawn, taking care of her, cooking, doing housework. You need to sleep now. I'll watch her for you, and I'll sleep after you get up. Don't worry about my studies, I'll be fine. I have a lot of review questions on my phone, so I can study while watching Nannan."

"Okay then." He did have a point. I'd already troubled him all night, so a few more hours wouldn't make a difference. "I'm going to take a shower." I

went into the bathroom without locking the door, my mind racing: "What if he opens the door? What should I do if he does?" But by the time I finished showering, the door hadn't been opened. When I came out, he was already sitting next to Nannan's crib, looking at his phone. He glanced at me and said, "Go to sleep." "Okay. There are cookies and milk under the coffee table, as well as instant coffee and tea. Help yourself, don't be shy." After saying that, I went into the bedroom, still without locking the door. I thought he wouldn't come in. If he did, I should be happy, right?

With a jumble of thoughts, I lay down and fell asleep instantly. I've never slept so soundly before. I used to always worry about Nannan, waking up every now and then to check on her. This time, I slept until I naturally woke up. It's so good to have him around.

I woke up at 11 a.m., having slept for a full six hours. I wondered how Nannan was doing. I hurried out of the bedroom and saw Nannan still sleeping soundly. He was still by the crib looking at his phone. When he saw me, he looked up and smiled, "Sis, wake up." His face looked a little tired, but his eyes were still bright.

I went to the bedside. "How's Nannan?"

"She's fine. I checked her temperature again, it's a little over 36°C. She woke up once in the middle of the night. I thought she was hungry, so I made her some formula and gave her some water. She drank it and went back to sleep. I didn't wake you." "You know how to make formula?" I was a little incredulous.

"I saw you prepare it before. The instructions are on the formula can, okay? It clearly states the water temperature, the number of scoops of formula, and the amount of water. Anyone with a normal IQ can do it." He dismissed my question.

"But you need to change a diaper, that's something I really don't know how to do."

"It's alright, I thought you were omnipotent, you almost made me question my existence." I said with a laugh, helping to change the baby's diaper.

"Sis, then..." He looked at me changing the diaper and said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I'm going back to rest."

"Go back? Why are you going back?" I blurted out the question without thinking, then realized it was inappropriate and quickly added, "You haven't slept all night, you're tired enough, going back would be a waste of time, besides, you haven't eaten yet, if you come back again when it's time to eat, isn't that troublesome?"

"Okay then, I won't go back." He immediately agreed, completely disregarding whether my reason was reasonable, a happy expression on his face.

Seeing his expression, my heart pounded. I quickly turned around, pretending to help Nannan tidy her clothes. "Take a shower first, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles, eat before you sleep."

"Okay!" He said excitedly, quickly disappearing into the bathroom.

"What will happen?" My mind was a bit confused. "Whatever, let nature take its course." I thought to myself as I prepared the pot to boil water. Suddenly, I remembered he hadn't changed his clothes, so I rushed to the room and found a set of loungewear.

I knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Here are your clothes, all new, just rinsed, not worn. Leave the dirty clothes, I'll wash them later."

"Okay." He opened the bathroom door a crack, held out his hand, and I placed the clothes in his hand.

In that instant, I saw a small part of his naked body through the crack in the door—his smooth skin and firm muscles were clearly visible. I turned away, my heart pounding even faster, my face burning. As I cooked the noodles, that image kept flashing before my eyes, almost burning the noodles.

He came out after showering, looking radiant. His clothes, however, were too tight on him, giving him a "tight" look, highlighting his strong muscles. I had already cooked the noodles. He ate heartily, praising how well I cooked them. I was still thinking about the scene from earlier, not saying anything, but feeling very sweet inside.

After he finished eating, he went to the guest room to sleep. I cooked myself a bowl of noodles, and then our daughter woke up. I started busying myself: breastfeeding her, giving her medicine, making soup for dinner, washing and drying clothes, preparing baby food, cleaning, playing with her…

By six o'clock in the afternoon, our daughter had another feeding and fell asleep. Dinner and soup were ready, but he still hadn't woken up. I gave myself a reason to go into the room: to wake him up for dinner.

Pushing open the guest room door, my initial anxiety instantly subsided. For nearly a year, I had been almost entirely alone through late pregnancy and childbirth, raising my daughter little by little. I felt wronged, lonely, and helpless until he appeared. Suddenly, I felt I had found someone to rely on; he had simply crashed into my heart. Now, I didn't want anything else, only him, wanting to be in his arms.

As I approached, I saw him lying almost naked on the bed. His clothes, clearly too tight, had been removed, leaving him only in underwear. Although not erect, his genitals bulged noticeably. His skin was smooth and slightly dark, with sparse body hair. He had a well-proportioned physique, and even in his relaxed sleeping state, his muscles showed clear lines, but not exaggeratedly, just right. He slept peacefully, without snoring.

I suppressed my almost frantic heartbeat and breath, slowly and gently approaching the bed, kneeling down, and leaning over to examine his face closely, inhaling the youthful masculine scent emanating from him. I was captivated.

"Sis, what are you doing?" Perhaps my breath on his face woke him up, but he was still a little groggy.

"Dinner's ready, calling you to eat." I didn't change position, speaking slowly and softly.

"Mmm," he responded, shifting his body slightly, then his eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing.

I knew he had seen my breasts through the loose neckline of my top. I had deliberately gone braless, and my already full breasts looked even more alluring in my leaning posture. I didn't move, just stared at him, the room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

He swallowed again, slowly reaching out to touch my breasts, his gaze shifting from my breasts to my face. I remained calm, waiting for his hand to touch my body.

Finally, he grasped my breasts through my clothes, gently kneading them. The clothes were a little uncomfortable, so I said softly, "Wait." I straightened up, took off my top, and slowly straddled him, sitting on his hips. I leaned down again, placing my hands on either side of his head, letting his hands rub, pinch, knead, and grab my breasts. I felt my whole body heat up, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my throat. He did the same, his movements becoming increasingly intense. Suddenly, he reached behind me and pulled me close, our naked upper bodies pressed together, face to face, our breaths mingling on each other's faces. I gasped for breath, finally understanding what it meant to be parched. I couldn't take it anymore, so I lowered my head and kissed his lips forcefully. He responded immediately, though his movements were clumsy. Was it our first kiss? I slipped my tongue into his mouth, teasing it, slowly guiding it into mine, then our tongues intertwined.

We moved our bodies as we kissed, and I felt something hard rubbing against my genitals. I knew what it was, so I deliberately wiggled my hips to rub against it, then pulled away. He tried to chase after it, but couldn't reach it. This constant coming and going drove him almost crazy.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, let go, and said, "Sis, my underwear is too small, it's uncomfortable." "Then take it off." I was filled with a mix of shyness, nervousness, and anticipation. I buried my head between his shoulders and whispered in his ear, almost inaudibly.

He lifted his buttocks and pulled down his underwear, but only to his thighs. I reached down and helped him pull it down to his knees. He kicked a few times, knocking the underwear off completely. Now, his hard penis was completely free, pressing directly against my sensitive area through the pants. I continued to rub and rub it. Without the underwear as a barrier, I directly touched the tender glans, significantly increasing the stimulation. He opened his mouth slightly, inhaling deeply. I kissed him again, and he responded almost frantically, his hands stroking my back and waist quickly and forcefully. Finally, he suddenly thrust his penis directly into my underwear. I cooperated by lifting my buttocks, and with a forceful pull, my pants and underwear were pulled down to my buttocks. I moved my legs alternately, separating them from my body. We were finally "naked."

My vulva was pressed tightly against his penis, hot, and fluid kept flowing from my vagina, dripping onto it. "Come in." The waves of tingling and emptiness below made me unable to resist. I stuck out his tongue and whispered.

"Huh? Oh!" He was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted and began to twist and thrust his lower body, trying to penetrate. However, his extremely erect penis was almost pressed against my abdomen, and he couldn't insert it. He reached down and held his penis, rubbing, pushing, and poking back and forth at my vulva, but he still couldn't find the entrance. But these actions made me even more itchy, and my body trembled from time to time. "You hold it and don't move, I'll do it." "Okay!" He obediently held his penis, letting it stand high. I moved my buttocks and slowly aligned my vaginal opening with his glans, then slowly sat down. Soon, my vagina swallowed the entire glans. "Oh!" We both let out the same joyful sound at the same time. I continued to sit down, swallowing his penis little by little. When there was resistance, I lifted my buttocks a little and then sat down hard. After repeating this several times, finally, our genitals were pressed together. That long-lost feeling of fullness traveled from my vagina down my spine to my brain, numbing my scalp and making my whole body spasm. I pounced on him, kissing his face, lips, ears, and neck incessantly, my hips moving rapidly. His penis was so long, reaching the very depths, it felt like it was hitting my heart. It was also so thick, filling me with an intense pleasure. I could only relieve this piercing pleasure by moving constantly.

He wasn't feeling much better. His upper body was tense, responding to my kisses with kisses, his hands gripping my hips tightly, his lower body thrusting in rhythm with my hip movements. Before long, he involuntarily let out moans of "Ah, ah."

"Sis, I can't take it anymore." He thrust violently, his penis rapidly entering and exiting my vagina.

"Don't be so tense, relax," I said softly.

"I can't control it." He thrust faster and faster, and finally, with a long "Ah," he pressed my buttocks down forcefully with both hands, his lower body rising sharply, his entire penis penetrating to its fullest extent. I felt his penis inside my vagina was larger and harder than before, the glans even more swollen. With a sudden jerk, a warm current spread through my lower abdomen. His penis trembled rapidly, the warm current expanding, the trembling gradually weakening. He pulled out a bit, then thrust in forcefully, each thrust releasing another gush. After a dozen or so thrusts, he let out a "whoosh," his whole body relaxing and collapsing onto the bed.

I lay on top of him, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, gently stroking his body. My vagina still held his penis, my lower body muscles contracting, squeezing and massaging his penis in waves. With each contraction, his body trembled slightly.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked softly.

"It felt so good, I'm addicted." He let out a long breath, wrapped his arms around me, and said, "Sis, was I too fast?"

"It's okay, it's the first time, it's always like this." I comforted him. "When I was in college, my two roommates and their boyfriends both ejaculated outside before penetration on their first time." "Really? Sis, you're not just comforting me, are you?"

"No, you're really great, and yours is so big and long, I'm very satisfied." "Oh, at least better than the Japanese ones. I watch Japanese adult films, and none of the male actors are as good as me." He even looked a little excited as he said this.

"Japanese adult films?" I was a little confused.

"You know, those kinds of videos." "

Ah, you actually watch those kinds of videos, oh no." I gave him a light tap on the chest.

"Why wouldn't I watch them? You know, the biggest contribution of the Japanese is AV, they completed the sex education for generations of us. If I hadn't studied it in depth, I might have ejaculated outside too." "Hahaha!" I was completely amused by him. After laughing for a while, I asked him, "You're so handsome, good at studying, and from a good family. Lots of girls should like you, so why is this your first time?" "Do you guys think high school is this open?" he asked, a little amused.

"No?"

"Uh, a little." He sighed. "Lots of girls like me, but I don't know if they like me or my family. Besides, they're all so immature; I don't like them." "Are you into mature women?"

"I don't know, I just know I really like you, sis!" he suddenly said very seriously.

"I actually started spying on you a long time ago, back when I went home on Sundays. At first, it was just because of your beauty, good figure, and sexiness. Later, I gradually discovered that you were raising a newborn baby all by yourself, doing everything yourself, but you were very capable and handled everything very well. You were often very tired, leaning on the sofa with a weary look on your face, but I never saw you weak, sad, or defeated. You were so strong yet so lonely, you know?

Back then, I often thought that it would be great if I could help you and keep you company. I came back from school to study, mainly because I wanted to watch over you, hoping that someday I could help you. When you were home, I would occasionally glance at you through binoculars. When you took your daughter downstairs, I would rush downstairs and follow you, or..." I waited for you on the road you passed by, trying to see you up close. Every time I saw you, I felt so happy. That day, I deliberately sat by the window to eat, just so I could catch a glimpse of you as you passed by. I never expected you to come in looking for me, which startled me, but also made me so happy that I could finally see and talk to you. That day, that jerk was causing you trouble, and I was following you. At first, I didn't know what was going on, but when I realized something was wrong, I rushed over. When you invited me up for dinner, I was overjoyed. Being able to help you when Nannan was sick made me excited all night. I am truly grateful to God for giving me so many opportunities to help you. Now, I just want to be with you, okay, sister?" I quietly leaned against him, listening to him tell me all this, tears welling up in my eyes.

It's been almost a year. I've been so tired, so helpless, so lonely. No one has helped me, no one has comforted me. My husband calls once a week, and both sets of parents ignore me. I'm about to break down. "Thank you for being there for me when I was about to collapse. I love you too, so much so that I can't control myself," I choked out, tears still streaming down my face.

He cupped my face, lifted his head, and kissed my cheek, wiping away my tears bit by bit. Finally, he kissed my lips, and I responded passionately, cupping his head in my hands. His hands slid down to my back and buttocks, caressing me freely. Soon, I felt his penis slowly swell inside me.

"Someone's thing is getting restless again," I said with a laugh, a teasing remark that made his penis instantly hard, causing me to let out a soft "Oh."

"Let you be on top," I said, thinking I should let him take the initiative. He agreed, and we hugged tightly. With a quick roll, I turned him onto top, our movements perfectly synchronized, his penis firmly inside me. "Come on, ride me to your heart's content," I said passionately, kissing his lips. These words ignited his passion. He propped himself up and thrust his lower body forcefully, his penis moving in and out of my body rapidly and violently. Each thrust of his thick, long penis filled me with a sense of fullness and satisfaction. The pleasure accumulated quickly with his rapid thrusts. Finally, I abandoned my restraint and moaned "Ahhh!" with pleasure, gripping his upper arms tightly with both hands and wrapping my legs around his waist. With each thrust, I strained to help him penetrate deeper.

Because he had just ejaculated, he lasted longer this time, but he only thrust forcefully. However, this allowed my pleasure to continue building without interruption. Soon, the accumulated pleasure in my vagina exploded. A current surged up my spine and into my brain, where it erupted. My mind went blank, my whole body tensed, my nails dug deep into the flesh of his upper arm, my legs tightened, my toes clenched together, and the walls of my vagina spasmed, tightly gripping his penis for several seconds. Then, I let out a long breath and my whole body relaxed. A clear stream gushed out of my vagina, and then my whole body went limp, a lazy feeling spreading throughout my body. It felt so good. With the squeezing and releasing of my vagina, coupled with the gushing of my vaginal fluid, he also reached his limit. With a dozen or so rapid and intense thrusts, he let out a soft "hmm," lay on top of me, and hugged me tightly. His penis trembled repeatedly inside my vagina, gushing out streams of warm fluid.

We hugged each other tightly, panting, unwilling to move. Once our breathing calmed, we whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears.

"Sis, bite me a little more down there."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it feels great, don't stop."

"You're amazing, only the second time and you've already brought me to orgasm, it feels so wonderful." "I'll make sure you experience this feeling again and again."

"I believe you, you're the best."

...

After a long, intimate moment, I finally asked him, "Are you hungry?" "

I've been hungry for a while, we were exercising so intensely, it took a lot of energy, I need to replenish myself." He playfully pretended to be affectionate. "But I don't want to get up."

"Okay, you know what? Doing this makes you a real man, stop pretending." I almost laughed.

"Yeah!" He immediately got up, his semi-erect penis sliding out of my vagina, followed by a large gush of fluid that pooled under my buttocks.

"Pull me up." I reached out, now it was my turn to be affectionate.

He pulled me up with his strong arms and into his embrace. I nestled my head against his chest for a few more moments of tenderness before pushing him away to let him shower while I cleaned up the mess in the guest room. The sheets were soaked and needed washing immediately.

I stuffed the sheets into the washing machine, grabbed his clothes that I had washed and dried at noon, and took them to the bathroom for him, but he pulled me in. He helped me apply shower gel, massaging every inch of my skin with his hands, and then rinsed me thoroughly with the showerhead. No man had ever been so attentive and gentle to me. My husband was only nice to me when we were dating; after marriage, he completely changed, only thinking about work and promotions. He was indifferent even when I was pregnant and giving birth. I thought my heart had grown cold, but now his presence warmed me again, making me feel cherished.

Watching him carefully and attentively wash me, even kneeling down to wash my lower body, tears welled up in my eyes again.

When he stood up, I hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. I wished time could stop, that this beautiful moment could last forever.

During dinner, he kept staring at me intently, making me blush. Luckily, Nannan woke up at that moment, and I rushed to check on her. Turning back, I saw his sweet smile.

I fed Nannan water and medicine, changed her diaper, and he came over: "Sister, I'm finished eating, you go ahead and eat, I'll watch her for you." I happily finished my dinner, then cleaned up the dishes and washed them, glancing at him every now and then. He was standing by the crib, playing with Nannan, who was waving her arms and legs and giggling.

Seeing this scene filled my heart with warmth.

After cleaning up, I breastfed Nannan, and he watched beside me. After a while, I slowly leaned against him. His broad chest felt like a mountain, and he gently embraced me, his strong arms like a solid protective barrier.

After breastfeeding, Nannan fell asleep again. I put her back in the crib, then turned and hugged him, my arms around his waist, my head resting on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

After a long while, I finally let go and turned off all the lights, plunging the entire hall into darkness. The moonlight streaming in through the windows created an extra touch of romance, and I gently walked towards him in the moonlight. Standing quietly beside him, I gazed at him tenderly. He slowly unbuttoned my clothes, knelt down, and pulled down my pants. Then he had me sit on the sofa and kissed my forehead, moving down to my nose, lips, earlobes, chin, neck, chest, and breasts. He sucked hard on each of my nipples, then my lower abdomen and navel. When he parted my legs and kissed me there, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. My upper body arched, and he licked haphazardly below, the tickling sensation causing me to involuntarily twist my waist. He found my clitoris and licked it incessantly. I couldn't take it anymore; my buttocks jerked violently, my lower body contracted, and a gush of fluid spurted from my vagina.

Water sprayed a large patch of his clothes. He stood up, took off his clothes, and I saw his lower body. Although I had experienced it before, seeing it with my own eyes still amazed me—it was so thick and long! He placed my legs on either side of the sofa, leaned down, and aimed his thick, long penis at my vulva, slowly inserting it. I was bent over, and I could clearly see that huge thing slowly disappearing into my body. This visual impact, combined with the gradually deepening, tingling sensation, and the heart-piercing tremor when it reached the deepest point, made my vision blur and my mind go blank. But soon, his violent thrusting brought me back to my senses. "Ah, ah, slower, gentler, this position is too deep, I can't take it. Ah, ah!" I pleaded softly, my hands pressing against his chest. But such pleas were like an aphrodisiac; he immediately kissed my lips, and his lower body moved faster and more violently. The pleasure kept building up but couldn't be released, so I started to writhe, more and more violently, until my whole body stiffened, my vagina spasmed, gripping him so tightly he couldn't thrust anymore. This lasted for several seconds before he suddenly relaxed, my body slumped down, and his penis "popped" out, a large pool of vaginal fluid spilling out.

I was completely powerless, leaning against the sofa, panting. He kissed my face and ear, gently asking, "Sis, was it good?"

"You're so amazing, how are you so good at this?" This was only the third time he'd made love to me, and I was already feeling overwhelmed.

"The Japanese taught me well, and I'm just another excellent student," he joked. Seeing me slowly recover, he picked me up and turned me backward. I understood and knelt on the sofa, leaning against the back, lowering my waist and abdomen, my buttocks raised high. I knew this position was extremely seductive, so I gently wiggled my hips a few more times, immediately hearing a "hoarse" sound from his throat behind me. A pair of large hands grabbed my plump buttocks, squeezing and kneading them forcefully before spreading them apart. A hot, hard penis pressed against my vulva, penetrating my wet vagina to its full depth. I let out an "Oh!" and tilted my head back. He leaned down to kiss the back of my neck, my earlobes, and my cheeks. I turned to kiss him, but he deliberately avoided me, making me itch with desire. Then he reached his hands to my chest, grabbing one breast in each hand, kneading, pinching, squeezing, and holding them. He even pinched my nipples between two fingers, twisting them forcefully. His lower body stopped moving rapidly and instead thrust to the deepest point with each stroke, rotating at the very depth.

"Ah! Ah!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I completely abandoned all restraint, shaking my head and twisting my body, moaning loudly:

"Ah! Ah! Are you trying to kill me? I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!" I quickly reached another orgasm. With my spasms, he increased the speed of his thrusts. At the peak of my climax, he also reached the deepest point, forcefully ejaculating all his essence.

IV.

After the passion subsided, he lay on the sofa, and I nestled against his chest. He held me with one arm and gently stroked my body with the other. We enjoyed the tranquility without speaking.

After a long while, I felt I needed to make things clear. I rested my chin on his chest, looked at him, and whispered,

"I'm sorry."

He laughed. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

I shook my head. "No, you know I have a husband and a little girl..." He put his index finger to my lips, stopping me from finishing. "I understand what you're saying. I'll cherish every day and every second I spend with you." I looked at his calm face and said, "You're such a strange person, passionate when you're passionate, and rational when you're rational.

Although I know you're right, and it's the answer I wanted, I still feel a sense of loss." "What you were about to say also made me feel a sense of loss." He chuckled, pulled me closer, and we looked at each other face to face. "Sis, let's not overthink it. Let's just enjoy every day we're together and let the rest take its course. Even if we break up, we should still have beautiful memories." "Thank you!" Indeed, once we've talked things out, without putting responsibility, pressure, or burden on each other, our relationship becomes much easier. I kissed him and said, "You're only 18, right? How come you're so mature?" "It's because of my family. My parents are both government officials, and I've been exposed to all sorts of things in government since I was little. I've always been able to understand a lot. Also, my parents are often not home, so I had to handle my own affairs independently from a very young age, which was also a kind of training." After saying that, he deliberately emphasized, "Of course, most importantly, I'm talented and smart!"

"You're just being arrogant." I could tell that his last sentence was a joke, so I reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Ah, you actually pinched my cheek. Do you think I'm a child?" He said, slapping my plump butt.

"You slapped my butt, you're naughty."

The two of us started laughing and joking on the sofa, and then we kissed again. The heat quickly rose, and soon we were intertwined again.

That night, he went back to his room; after all, he needed to change clothes, get his books to study, and close the doors and windows.

For almost a year, I'd been sleeping alone, but tonight I felt empty, my dreams filled with him and scenes of us making love.

I woke up early and prepared breakfast, waiting for him to come over. But he didn't appear. Several times I reached for my phone to call, but I held back. If he didn't want to come, why should I urge him?

At 11 pm, the doorbell finally rang. My gloomy mood instantly vanished, and I excitedly jumped up to open the door.

He stood there, still with that familiar smile: "Sis, sorry, I was too tired yesterday, so I slept in."

Hearing "too tired yesterday," my face flushed. Since yesterday evening, we'd made love four times in just a few hours—was I too horny? I let him in and noticed he hadn't brought anything. Hadn't he said he was bringing a change of clothes and books? A pang of disappointment gripped me: "He doesn't want to live with me." He immediately sensed my thoughts, pulled me into his arms, kissed me, and said, "Are you unhappy because you think I don't want to come and stay?"

I didn't mince words, replying directly, "Yes, I was hoping you would come. But if you don't want to, that's fine." "Who said I don't want to?" He smiled as before, helping me sit on the sofa, then said, "But I've thought about it seriously, and we should go stay at my place."

"Why?"

"Sis, since you're living here long-term, if I frequently come and go from your place, many people in the building will inevitably see me, and then some people will gossip and say things that aren't good for you." How could I not have thought of that? Love really does cloud judgment! I'm so ashamed. I lowered my head shyly and said, "What will happen when your parents come back if we go to your place?"

"They've gone to Europe for a month-long business trip, and they might not even have time when they get back. They're very busy. Besides, they'll let me know before they come back. I probably won't live there anymore after my college entrance exams, so I'm not worried about what people will say." He was very calm, but quickly and domineeringly decided, "Okay, let's eat first, then pack up and move in."

He seemed to leave me no room to refuse, and of course, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart and wouldn't refuse.

After saying this, he suddenly became a little awkward, hesitatingly taking out a small box from his pocket. I looked at it and saw it was emergency contraception. I immediately laughed and said to him, "I don't need this, because I won't be thinking about having children for several years. I got an IUD last month, and I didn't expect you to benefit from it." "You got an IUD so early?" He was a little surprised.

"If you experience any discomfort, you can remove it. You can't have sex for two weeks after insertion and removal." I got the IUD inserted in advance to see if I experienced any discomfort. If so, I could remove it in time. Waiting for my husband to come back before inserting or removing the IUD would affect our sex life. However, I can't tell him this directly, but I think he can figure it out.

He paused for a moment, then realized what I meant, his face turning slightly embarrassed. I quickly went up and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "I love it when you go straight into my body, I love the feeling of you ejaculating inside me. It was something that happened unintentionally, but it brought us together. Aren't we lucky?" My passionate words put him at ease, and he whispered in my ear, "Sis, it feels so good to ejaculate inside you. I'm so lucky to be able to keep ejaculating like this."

I felt hot all over, my breathing quickening. "I want it, I want you to ejaculate inside me." "Mmm!" he responded, immediately putting his words into action. He stood up, positioned me kneeling on the sofa, and pulled down my pants, revealing my plump buttocks. Then I heard his heavy breathing and the sound of him hurriedly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his zipper. I immediately became wet, and soon, a hot, hard penis was inserted into my body, followed by a rough, rapid series of thrusts, bringing me to my climax almost instantly. He thrust violently, almost retaliatory, his hands gripping my buttocks tightly. It hurt a little, but I felt more excited. I turned and looked at him with seductive eyes, saying in a soft voice, "Little brother, please spare me." That only excited him more. He leaned down and kissed me, his hands reaching forward to squeeze my two full breasts hard. Milk splattered everywhere. Soon, my mind went blank, my legs kicked wildly, and I collapsed onto the sofa, my body completely drained. The fluid from my vagina soaked a large area of the sofa. Between breaths, he stripped off his clothes, then completely undressed me. He carried me to the dining table, the height just right. He stood, placed my legs on his shoulders, and positioned his penis directly at my vaginal opening. He easily thrust in, then began pumping wildly. The pleasure in my lower body swelled, spreading throughout my body like an electric current. I could only writhe and shake my head to relieve the sensation, climaxing again and again. When he ejaculated inside me with shuddering thrusts, I reached my peak. I gripped the sides of the table tightly, my upper body arched, my vagina contracting and spasming forcefully, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his semen.

A satisfying lovemaking session dispelled the awkwardness between us. We cuddled and cuddled for a while, then showered together, and ate together. All the unpleasantness vanished in our tender affection.

After lunch, we packed our things for me and our little girl into several bags. Then I carried our little girl while he took two bags of things to his house. He lives in an upscale residential area with a very nice environment. Entering his house was even more astonishing; it was so big and luxurious. However, it was obvious that many places had just been tidied up, or were quite messy. Thinking that he arrived late at my place, it probably wasn't because he slept in, but because he was tidying up, worried it would look messy when I arrived. I couldn't help but glare at him: "Are you so confident I'd come with you?" "Well… you'd tidy up whether you came or not, right?" I could tell he was a little embarrassed:

"Please sit down first, I'll go back to your place to get my things."

There was a lot of stuff, and he couldn't carry it all at once, so he had to go get more. I toured his house myself. It was a 200-square-meter house, split-level, with four large bedrooms, and the living room was even bigger. The largest room was very tidy; it must be his parents' bedroom, with a two-meter-wide bed and a large bathroom with a large bathtub. Opposite the master bedroom was the study, with many books on the bookshelves and a large desk piled high with books—probably where he studied. On the other side, further from the master bedroom, was probably his room, as it was a bit messy. Opposite was the guest room, which was rather empty. The kitchen was on the lower level, equipped with top-of-the-line kitchenware, which I was very happy to see, as I would need these during my stay. In the living room, I saw their family photo and immediately recognized his parents. It was them! I was a little surprised, and also surprised that he could be so low-key.

I looked around slowly, and soon he returned, carrying two large bags of things in each hand. After putting them down, he said to me, "Have you seen the room? We'll sleep in my parents' room. It's big enough, comfortable, and most importantly, it has a bathroom, which is convenient. Put the two sofas together, put a blanket on them, and that'll be Nannan's bed." "Okay, whatever you say." I was glad he was in charge, so I didn't have to think about it. "Then let's tidy up now."

We both got to work, cleaning, arranging the room, and putting away my and Nannan's belongings. Watching him diligently and skillfully do all the cleaning work, it was hard to imagine his background. After three hours of busy work, everything was finally done. We were both covered in sweat. He kissed me and said, "I'll run the tub. We'll take a bath together. You go feed the baby and put her to sleep."

The bathtub was large, and even with both of us in it, it felt spacious. The warm water, combined with the tub's massage function, relaxed our tired bodies. After the passion of the morning, even though we were both naked in the tub, we weren't as fiery as before. We just leaned against each other, quietly enjoying the comfort.

He put his left arm around the back of my neck so I could rest my head on it, and his hanging arm was perfect for gently kneading my breasts and playing with my nipples. His right hand casually played with the water. I wrapped my right arm around his back and drew circles on his chest with my left hand, and we chatted like that.

"Did you recognize my parents?"

"Hmm, I really didn't expect that. In my mind, their son should be a typical second-generation official, a spoiled brat, not like you at all."

"Hehe, actually, they both worked their way up from the bottom. I was sent to the countryside to live with my grandfather when I was little, and I only returned to my parents' side when I was in junior high school. Even after I came back, they were still busy and didn't have much time for me. I had to do a lot of things myself, so it's a bit hard to imagine me being a spoiled brat. Also, because I only came to junior high school, I didn't have many friends. I couldn't get along with the other children of officials, and the other classmates always felt awkward around me because of the difference in our social status. Actually, I was quite lonely. I always looked forward to going to university, where the classmates would come from all over the country, and I could put aside my social status and make some good friends."

"You actually have a very good personality. You're smart, good at studying, helpful, knowledgeable, and handsome too. You must have a lot of friends." After saying that, he laughed and added, "Especially girlfriends." "Does my sister hope I have a lot of girlfriends?" He pinched my breast hard, as punishment for my words.

I exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly said in a coquettish voice, "I won't care about you after you go to university, but right now I'm all I care about." He was clearly satisfied with this answer, leaned down and kissed me, saying, "Tell me about yourself." "What's there to say?" I sighed. "I grew up in a rural area on the outskirts of the county. I have two older brothers, and my parents favored boys over girls. From a young age, I had to help with housework and farm work, and I also had to study hard to maintain excellent grades so that my parents wouldn't feel comfortable letting me drop out of school. Even when I got into university, my parents wouldn't let me go. I had to threaten to kill myself before they finally agreed, but they didn't pay any fees. I had to work part-time to earn my tuition and living expenses while studying.

At that time, my current husband helped me. After graduating from university, I married him, partly out of gratitude, and partly because I had absolutely no desire to go back to that home. After getting married, I came here with my husband..." "After moving to this city for work, my husband was only focused on his job and promotion. He spent far more time with his boss than with me. I've always been independent, which is a skill, but the downside is that I'm not good at socializing. So, I basically stay home after work. I wanted to have a child so I'd have something to do, but in two extremely patriarchal families, I ended up having a daughter." I felt his arms tighten around me. I looked up at him and said, "I'm very happy with you, but I've calculated the time. We probably only have about a month left together. Can you spend more time with me?" He looked at me firmly and said, "Definitely!"

I kissed him with relief. "You're about to take the college entrance exam. Will that affect your grades?" He said confidently, "Of course not! Besides, I'm in a good mood now, so I'll study more effectively. Maybe I'll even do better."

"I'm still a little worried. I'll feel bad if it affects your grades." "Okay then. The mock exam is in two days. If I fall out of the top three in the whole school, I'll be punished by not touching you for a week."

"Are you punishing yourself or me?" I lightly punched him.

"How could I bear to punish you!" He rolled over and pinned me down, kissing my lips. After a long kiss, he started to move downwards. I arched my upper body to meet him. He kissed his way down, and finally, kneeling down, he placed my buttocks on his thighs, spreading my legs apart. My entire vulva was exposed to him. I was incredibly ashamed. He had kissed my genitals last night, but the lights were off then. Now the bathroom was brightly lit, and no one had ever seen my genitals like this before.

He pressed my legs towards my chest and said, "Sis, help me hold on." "You...you're so mean." I closed my eyes in embarrassment, but still held onto my legs. He freed his hands and gently stroked my vulva, smoothing my pubic hair, praising with "tsk, tsk," "Sis, your vulva is so beautiful, still pink and tender, not at all like someone who has just given birth, still shaped like a steamed bun, just a slit in the middle." "

You still say that, you still say you won't talk to me anymore." I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear.

"Okay, I won't say it anymore." He spread my vulva apart with both hands and kissed me, his tongue scraping from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue licking my clitoris from time to time, and occasionally sticking his tongue into my vagina and stirring it. I was made to pant softly, my body trembling with each tremor, and with each tremor, a small stream of fluid gushed out from my vagina.

"Sis, you're so wet."

"No, that's just the bathwater."

"Oh, why does the bathwater taste a little salty?"

"Stop teasing me, come in, my good little brother." I couldn't take it anymore; the combined stimulation of my body and words made me impatient.

"Coming." His penis was already hard as iron. After adjusting his position slightly, he aimed at my vulva and inserted it. Unlike the previous times, he didn't move slowly, his eyes meeting mine, his hands roaming over my body. Although it wasn't as intense as before, the silky pleasure was even more pronounced and real. I gently wiggled my hips to match his thrusts, my eyes communicating with him. Besides pleasure, there was also a hint of sweetness in my heart. This sweetness made me sit up involuntarily, hugging him and kissing him, while thrusting my body up and down, my vagina swallowing and releasing his thick penis.

After the kiss, he leaned back against the tub wall, letting me do as I pleased, his hands constantly playing with my breasts. It was such gentle lovemaking, yet it made me ejaculate quickly. He then made me lie face down on the edge of the bathtub and entered my body from behind. His thrusts were still gentle, and the pleasure was still silky, which captivated me and brought me to orgasm again and again.

After making love, I got up to shower, while he continued soaking in the bathtub, staring intently at me. "Sis," he said, "most women are bloated after giving birth, how did you recover so well? You're so curvaceous!" I playfully struck a few sexy poses and said, "I guess there are benefits to being tired." After showering, I went over and kissed him, saying, "You can soak a little longer, I'll go cook dinner, I'll call you when it's ready." My gaze fell on his erection again, and I couldn't resist giving it a squeeze. "You've been eating so many times these past few days, aren't you full?"

After dinner, he went to his study to study, while I played with our daughter in the room. For a moment, I felt a sense of being a devoted wife and mother, my heart overflowing with happiness.

[The End]

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