【Pretty Girl】(10-11) Author: Unknown

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After getting out of the chair, I crawled under the pretty sister's skirt again, letting her hold my head. I used my hands and
feet to follow her into the kitchen. When she stopped, I knelt down and lifted her
buttocks with my shoulders. I noticed her body leaning forward, so I leaned forward as well and put her down. I continued to follow her.
When my left foot stopped, I turned to the left; when my right foot stopped, I turned to the right. I practiced this with her
for a long time, and now we are very good at it. As she put it, "You're like you're glued to my
crotch ."

The rule of staying under her skirt as much as possible was my suggestion. At first, she disagreed
because it would be uncomfortable and inconvenient for her, but after my pleading, she reluctantly agreed. The initial practice was incredibly difficult
. She first made me put my nose against her buttocks and walk with her, but often after she moved away, I was still kneeling there, motionless. Later, she had to find some cloth strips and braid them—like the old-fashioned sanitary napkins—to tie my head to her buttocks from behind. This wasn't convenient either; it made it even harder for me to see. While it was difficult for her to move, the real challenge was that I needed to stop frequently. At first, I wasn't used to walking on my knees, so I bent my knees and crawled behind her. If she walked a little faster, I had to take a big step, shift my weight backward, and abandon the use of my hands, crouching down and pressing my face against her buttocks—looking like a pervert. One time, I couldn't stop in time and bumped into the closet , making her so angry that she locked me there for the whole day, only giving me water a few times. Later, I finally invented this way of walking. My eyes could peek through her skirt and see roughly what was in front of me. Sometimes when she wore jeans, there was even less coverage, so I could practically stay under her crotch all day. At first, she wasn't comfortable walking with me on her hips, but after we got used to it, she started to like and enjoy it. This year, she even had me get this haircut, which is more comfortable to clip up. By the way, we didn't throw away that sanitary napkin. It's still clean and hanging in the closet because we use it . Just then, the pretty lady patted my head and said, "Come out and help me bring the dishes in." After setting the dishes on the table, she moved the pork rib soup in front of me and said, "Eat!" " Woof woof woof," the pretty lady ignored me, so I barked a few more times. Seeing that she still ignored me, I simply crawled off the table and into her skirt. "You can talk, you can talk! You're going to drive me crazy!" the pretty lady said, pushing She said that I love chatting while eating. The pretty lady knows my personality and tolerates me. She always lifts my silence order when we eat, and listens to my nonsense while we eat. But there were times when she forgot, and more often than not, she'd tease me on purpose. "Hey, didn't we agree you'd drink the rib soup first?" "Silly you, I didn't tell you to drink the soup. You're a man, you need to eat more meat. Finish it all, not a single piece left, otherwise it'll be considered disobedience and you'll be punished." "Hehe, Hey, are you really hoping I'll make a mistake right now?" "What, you want to? Your stomach will hurt again." "It's not that I want to, I don't have any particular thoughts. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." "Silly girl, what's there to be happy about? I just had a sudden whim. But I think that chair is really nice, let's try it sometime." "Waaah, Hey, don't you care about me?" "Silly girl, I didn't mean trying that. I meant, when my girlfriends come over, I'll let you hide inside . " "What if..." "What if? It's more fun when it's exciting." "Hey, I've noticed you're getting more and more perverted." "Stop talking, I'm a pervert, and I learned it from you." I thought to myself as I ate, wondering who learned it from whom. (11) After I recovered from my illness that time, I found that Sister Liang loved me even more, but the way she loved me had changed. She started to like—or start to demand oral service from me. Whenever she was happy, she would take off her pants or lift her skirt and say to me, "Sweetie, go inside and talk to Big Sister, Big Sister misses you." Several times when I got off work at noon, she would actually run back, sit on the bed, grab my head and press it against her vulva, and say to me: "Sweetie , let me feed you something." Every night, after our lovemaking, she would let me sleep with my head on her lap, pressing my head tightly between her legs, letting me slowly lick and suck, saying it was to help her relax and cool down. Once, she called me from work and said, "Sweetie, everyone else is out, I'm the only one in the office, come quickly, I'll feed you something." That was incredibly bold! Of course, I wasn't bold either; I actually took a taxi and went to her office, crawled under her skirt, and had a delicious drink. She took me to a gathering of her colleagues, announcing to everyone that I was her distant brother, that my mother had entrusted me to her care, and that I was now living in the neighborhood next to hers. Actually, ever since I was expelled from school, I've been living at Liangjie's place. But I dare not tell her colleagues this, after all, many people have been to the place she lives in now. It's just a one-bedroom apartment, which is not suitable for a lone man and woman. Besides, there's only one bed in there. What am I supposed to say when my colleagues ask where I live? I can't exactly tell the truth: "I've been living under Liangjie's crotch, welcome to come and play..." One morning, I sat down by the vanity in the bathroom. Liangjie, wearing a white dress and high heels straddled my face, putting on makeup while slowly feeding me my morning urine. At this moment, my phone rang. Liangjie paused and said to me, "Sit still like this, I'll feed you again later, I have plenty more." I went to pick up the phone. "Hello... It's you. Oh, I haven't left yet, I'm packing at home, I'll be right there... Hmm? You're downstairs? You want to come up?... Oh, no, welcome, welcome. Okay, I'll open the door." Liangjie put down the phone, rushed into the bathroom, and said to me, "Quick, quick, hide!" "Where are you hiding?" The pretty girl turned around, grabbed my hand, and said, "Come with me." Then she led me into the closet and turned my hand away.

He locked the door, pulled the sheets up, then went over and opened the living room door, turned on the TV, grabbed a blanket, shook it out, and
tossed it onto the sofa.

"Liangliang, I'm here," a pleasant female voice called out.

"Good morning, Xiaoya."

"Good morning? You actually have the nerve to say that? The party's at nine, and it's already eight. You're still watching TV?
Didn't you sleep last night?"

"No way, I just turned it on."

"You're just pretending. You really need to find a man to keep you in check."

"I have a man, unlike you, nobody wants you."

"You do? Where is he? Bring him out so I can see. I'll bet you 100 yuan."

"He's in the wardrobe. Go see him. Give me 100 yuan."

"Come on, let's get down to business. I need to use your bathroom. We'll go together afterwards."

"Okay, do you have any toilet paper? There isn't any in the bathroom."

"Can't you at least put some toilet paper in the bathroom?"

"I don't need any. Usually, I have someone lick it clean."

"Liangliang, you're such a pervert. I'm going to the bathroom now. You get ready."

Liangjie came over and opened the wardrobe. I chuckled softly and said, "Liangjie, you're such a good liar."

"Oh? Really? Which of my words was a lie?"

I thought about it, and it really was true. Not a single lie, but why didn't anyone believe me?

"Come in!" The pretty lady lifted her long skirt. I hesitated a bit. Her colleagues were still at home. What if they
found ?

"Come in quickly," Sister Liang said again. I hurriedly knelt in the wardrobe and buried my head inside. As soon as my head was inside Sister Liang's skirt,
I suddenly felt relieved and safe. I carefully pulled aside her panties and pressed my lips to
Sister Liang's labia. "Liangliang, were you talking just now?"

"Yes, I was talking to my man."

"You brat, can't you just tell the truth?"

At the same time, I was drinking Sister Liang's sweet urine through her skirt...

"Liangliang, are you dressed yet?" Just as I finished drinking, I heard the bathroom door open. I hurriedly
lowered my head and shrank back into the wardrobe, but Sister Liang grabbed my head through her skirt, rubbed her genitals against my nose twice,
and then pushed my head down. As I hid in the wardrobe, footsteps entered the bedroom. "Okay, okay
, let's go."

"Liangliang, what clothes do you have? Show them to me. Anyway, we're about the same size. I'll wear one of
yours today," Xiaoya said. "What do you mean 'about the same size'? Are your breasts bigger than mine?"

"You little brat, are you looking for trouble?"

"Hehe, not today."

"What do you mean, not today? I just want to see if you bought some sexy, glowing lingerie, you little slut!"
Xiaoya said, pulling on the wardrobe door. I was so scared I tried to hide, but where could I go?
The space was so small, even turning around was difficult. "I won't let you see. I have some private secrets in my wardrobe. Oh, and thanks for
reminding me, I need to lock it." The pretty lady pushed Xiaoya's hand away, picked up the key from the bedside table,
locked the wardrobe door, and then pushed Xiaoya out of the bedroom.

"There's definitely something fishy going on, hehe. What nice clothes did you buy? Let me see."

"I really didn't buy anything. Okay, I'll tell you the truth, there's a man hiding in the wardrobe."

"Pretend, pretend, I'll teach you to pretend again!" The two women's teasing
voices slammed shut. There was nothing I could do but stay in the closet again. Once my eyes adjusted to the light,
I had nothing else to do, so I started rummaging through the closet, but there was nothing unusual. Pretty Sister held
no . Finally, I found one of Pretty Sister's underwear, pressed it to my nose, and took a deep breath. A faint
smell of laundry detergent, but that wasn't what I wanted. Oh well, I put the underwear on my head, pressed the genital
area against my nose, imagined Pretty Sister's appearance, and slowly drifted off to sleep…

I woke up several times from hunger, the last time to the sound of the closet door opening. I opened my eyes to the light… The light was blinding,
and I hurriedly closed my eyes. Then, the pretty lady gently pulled my head out of my sight. Next, her skirt covered my face.
"Poor little darling, are you hungry today? I'm sorry, you've been playing for too long. Go find Grandma to eat."

After my eyes adjusted to the light under her skirt, I noticed that the pretty lady's panties were hanging on her left ankle. It turned out that
the pretty lady had rushed over to feed me as soon as she came back, and her panties were only half off. I was touched and quickly looked up and sucked
on the pretty lady's vulva. While sliding my tongue back and forth inside her labia, I crawled out of the closet on my knees and crawled between the pretty
lady's legs. After adjusting my position, I thrust my tongue in and then pulled it back. The moment she received my signal,
the pretty lady released her urethra, and a large stream of urine sprayed into my mouth.

Before I could swallow, my mouth was already full of urine. It seemed Sister Liang had been holding it in for too long. I hurriedly
swallowed a large mouthful, but as I swallowed, urine spilled from the corner of my mouth, running down Sister Liang's
thigh . She smacked my head. "Silly girl, you're such a useless piece of trash, you can't even catch your own pee," Sister Liang said,
while urine continued to pour into my mouth. Then I heard a "thud"—Sister Liang's head had hit the wardrobe.
She was so drunk she couldn't even stand up straight. I kept drinking Sister Liang's urine while holding her arm... I reached around her waist,
hoping to support her. She hummed in agreement, shifted her weight back slightly, and then lowered her hands, pulling my head
forcefully against her vulva, seemingly trying to find a balance point with my mouth. Clearly, she failed again, taking
two steps back with my head. Fortunately, my mouth was pressed against her vulva and I didn't let go. But then, she suddenly sat down and
fell onto the soft bed. This time, my neck was hit directly by the stream of urine. I hurriedly reached for it with my mouth,
then lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders... How could she be so drunk?

This time, my sister urinated for a full minute. Luckily, I hadn't eaten today, or
I definitely wouldn't have been able to swallow. My stomach feels bloated now; it seems a person's stomach isn't as big as their bladder. Once I was sure she wasn't going
to urinate , I took a deep breath, licked her soft vulva clean with my tongue, and then emerged from her skirt. I noticed
the waist of her skirt was completely soaked, and the sheets were also damp. "Oh no," I thought to myself. My sister is very
clean ; although she doesn't think her urine is dirty, she doesn't like any urine stains on the bed. Before, when
she nursed me in bed, we were both very careful, but now… I can't imagine
what will happen to me when I wake up tomorrow morning and find that I slept in my own urine. But what can I do? It wasn't intentional.

Before she wakes up, I'd better make a good impression. I first carried her to the sofa in the living room and laid her down, then…
I took off all my clothes and underwear, knelt in front of her, and carefully washed her body with a hot towel. When I wiped her
thighs, she made two soft "hmm" sounds. I was startled and looked up to see her staring
at me with hazy eyes.

"Sister, I...I..." I stammered. "Sweetie, I love you," she said. Then she reached out and
pulled my head between her thighs, arched her hips slightly, and remained still. She'd always had a habit of
sleeping with something between her thighs, even before she met me. She was using a blanket and pillow to cover
her face while sleeping, and now she's gotten used to it. I knelt there, my head buried between her legs, afraid to move. After a while, my neck started
to go numb, so I had to pull out and look at her. She was sleeping soundly, a flush of alcohol on her delicate face
, like she was shy. Her long eyelashes were lazily closed, but her two beautiful eyebrows were
slightly had a stomachache. I thought, "No way, drinking so much, it's no wonder it hurts
. You'll be in pain tomorrow too."

I checked the time; it was one in the morning. I changed the sheets, washed and hung up the dirty clothes and sheets, poured a glass of hot water,
held her in my arms and fed her the water, then carried her to bed. I found something to eat in the refrigerator, brushed my teeth, and
then put an ice cube in my mouth and went back to her crotch. I parted her labia with my tongue and licked them carefully. "Good
girl, I love you," she said drowsily, stroking my head.

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