My sister Wenwen and I (43-76 years old)

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43.

The stars in the sky twinkled on this Christmas night.

Holding her close, I felt her warmth even more, the love she wanted to convey to me.

Why is a sibling relationship always forbidden by society? We haven't hurt anyone, we haven't harmed anyone, we just want to live a peaceful life like a married couple with the person we deeply love, is that wrong?

Perhaps I'm still afraid of others' opinions, still worried that someone will see through my heart, but with her by my side, I no longer feel lonely…

She took me to the men's clothing section of Lai Lai Department Store, helping me pick out a scarf to buy for me, saying that I wouldn't be cold riding my motorcycle home at night with it wrapped around my neck. I felt so warm, as if all the care she wanted to give me was contained in this scarf. In the end, Wenwen bought me a light blue scarf. And I didn't know what to say, so I could only thank her, letting her know how touched I was. Does

she love me too? Is it sibling love? Or romantic love? Or, perhaps, she herself can no longer distinguish the boundaries between them?

Or perhaps, for us, this is the best…

“Wenwen, is there anywhere else you want to go? How about I take you somewhere? It might be a bit far, but the scenery is beautiful.”

She smiled and nodded.

So I put on the scarf she had just bought for me, feeling all the warmth, and rode my motorcycle with her through Taipei City, up to a night view area near a famous university on Yangmingshan, overlooking the entire Taipei Basin at night.

The beauty of Taipei's night view can only be known by those who have seen it with their own eyes. The dark world is illuminated by distant lights. Whether it's advertising billboards or the warm lights of peaceful homes, they all add a touch of tranquility to this cold world.

When Wenwen saw the night view, she couldn't help but smile. Such a beautiful view must be something she had never seen before. And for a junior high school girl, there are so many beautiful places in this world that she has never seen. If I could, I would like to be with her forever, to be with her in this world.

Because it was Christmas Eve, there were more couples than usual in this place, embracing each other warmly in the cold wind. At that moment, I still felt as if everyone was watching us. But it didn't matter anymore. I knew that as long as she was by my side, I would have more courage to face the world.

In the crowd, we found a place for each other and sat down. I spread my legs, took her hand, and asked her to sit on my chest and lean against me. At first, Wenwen was shy when she knew I wanted her to sit like this. But she still sat down, and like countless other couples around us, she leaned against me, letting me hug her from behind.

We didn't speak, just quietly looked at the night view. Actually, there was no need to speak at that moment; we must have felt the same way.

This is what love and romance are, isn't it? As if immersed in eternity, feeling that our souls were so weightless, intoxicated by purity.

"Wenwen, it's so good to have you this Christmas Eve..."

She didn't respond, but I knew that she must have a warm smile on her face.

I had prayed repeatedly that she wasn't my sister, that we wouldn't be related by blood, but could be like ordinary lovers, staying together and loving each other in this world...

But perhaps the fulfillment of that wish would bring me the pain of sorrow and loneliness. In the vast sea of people, I will likely never meet her, understand her, fall in love with her, or hold her tightly… Even if we were to meet by chance on the street, we would be strangers to each other, walking different paths in life, insignificant fragments of memories.

And life is often like that…

I hugged her tighter, watching her hair flutter in the cold wind, inhaling its fragrance.

I wondered what she was thinking? Was she thinking the same things as me? Or about her own life? Or perhaps she was thinking of nothing at all, simply gazing peacefully at the night view?

“Wenwen…?”

“Hmm?”

She responded softly. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, “…I love you…”

I hugged her tighter, resting my head against the back of her hair, inhaling all her fragrance.

Wenwen didn’t respond, as always. Perhaps she didn’t respond because she felt no response was needed. Love doesn’t need words, nor can it be fully conveyed through language.

I stroked her hair, gazing at her white neck and shoulders, gently touching and caressing them with my fingers, as if they were works of art.

I began to kiss her, kissing her ears, her slender white neck, her heart, everything about her silent soul…

Heavens, please let this moment last forever, don't let it end…

“…Brother, stop kissing me.” She whispered to me, hoping I would stop.

“Why?”

“People will see…”

I didn't respond, because no one really wanted to notice us. There were many couples around us immersed in a romantic atmosphere, passionately kissing each other, so my kissing Wenwen wouldn't attract too much attention. But this was the first time I had kissed someone in public, and I felt a little nervous and excited, filled with deep love. Wenwen must also be kissing me like this for the first time in front of everyone, because she kept her head down shyly and awkwardly.

“…Brother…”

Following my kiss, she slowly relaxed her guard. Initially silent, then she turned her neck and shoulders, closed her eyes, and took my hand, as if she were immersed in love with me.

At that moment, with the passionate kiss, my desire for her resurfaced. Sex with love is the best passion. At that moment, I felt my desire pressing against her full buttocks, slowly beginning to swell. I didn't know if she felt it, perhaps she did, but she didn't say anything.

After that night, I endured for several weeks without contacting her, perhaps because of my guilt towards her, perhaps because…

"Wenwen…?"

"…Hmm?"

She responded softly.

"I want…"

Suddenly

, when I made this request, she paused, not responding. Perhaps she was guessing what I wanted? Was it with my hand? Or sex?

I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered to her, "Can we make love one more time? It's been several weeks… and I haven't contacted you…"

"…Brother, no… I said it would only be once."

Although she said that, I hugged her tighter and rested my head on the back of her hair, inhaling all her fragrance.

"Tonight is different, it's Christmas Eve, a lot of couples end up like this..."

"I'll get pregnant... I was so scared last time..."

"This time it definitely won't, it won't fall out again."

I meant it; after the last experience, I really didn't dare take off the condom this time.

She didn't respond, but I sensed she wasn't about to give in or struggle, but rather intended to respond to my request with silence.

So, I continued to persuade her: "Wenwen, let's make love... you didn't experience much pain or bleeding that night, right?"

She didn't speak again.

"This time it really won't fall out, okay..."

She was still unwilling. But perhaps the atmosphere had been too good all day, and Wenwen's own thoughts had changed. Plus, having already had her first experience, she wouldn't be as stubbornly protective of her virginity as a virgin.

So, after persuading her for ten or twenty minutes in the cold wind, she finally nodded heavily…

Although I was completely acting on impulse, without any prior planning, I was still incredibly excited about making love on the upcoming Christmas Eve.

I quickly took her hand and led her through the crowd. Even though it wasn't her first time, I could still feel her shyness. Whether we were siblings or lovers, it was already a very blurry matter for us at that moment.

On the way home, Wenwen, sitting in the back seat, still hugged me tightly, leaning against my back, sharing our warmth.

We arrived home after eleven o'clock. I remember Wenwen lowering her head, shyly telling me she was going to take a shower first, and then taking her clothes into the bathroom. It was only then that I suddenly realized that because the next day wasn't a holiday, Wenwen had to get up early for school. If she takes half an hour to shower and then we have sex, who knows how late that will go? Plus, I know Wenwen is a heavy sleeper, and if she has school the next day, she absolutely has to be in bed before midnight, otherwise she usually oversleeps and is late.

I could wait until Saturday night to have sex with her, but that wouldn't be a special Christmas Eve...

So, I took a condom and went to the bathroom door to call her.

"Wenwen?"

The sound of water rinsing her hair stopped in the bathroom.

"...What is it?"

"Can I come in?"

She remained silent, I had no doubt that she was startled by my words.

"Don't you have class early tomorrow morning? Otherwise, if we have sex after you shower, it might be past 1 a.m. by the time we finish..."

She remained silent and didn't respond immediately.

Maybe she was thinking about it too. After a while, she realized I was serious and answered me, "...Brother, wait a few minutes."

Then, I heard the sound of water rinsing her hair coming from the bathroom again, intermittently, before stopping after a few minutes. A few minutes later, the bathroom door finally opened from the inside.

Wenwen stood in the bathroom, her body still slightly damp, wearing only a t-shirt. She was shyly drying her hair with a towel, avoiding eye contact with me. She must have put her t-shirt back on after washing her hair, which was why her body and clothes were so wet.

I stepped into the warm bathroom, closing the door behind me to keep the cold winter air out. I looked at Wenwen, who remained shy, her cheeks flushed, beautiful and adorable, continuing to dry her hair with the towel.

"...Sit on the edge of the bathtub, I'll dry you for you,"

I said, and she finally looked up at me. Then she sat quietly on the edge of the bathtub, her legs together, and handed me the towel.

I took the towel and gently dried her hair, being careful not to hurt her.

"...Brother has been so gentle with me lately..."

she suddenly said, which surprised and delighted me.

"But... tonight, you did it again..."

Hearing her last sentence, I didn't know what to say. Yes, she was right, no wonder Wenwen said that.

"Wenwen, do you hate it when I want to make love to you?"

She was silent for half a minute before shyly smiling and answering me, "...Because you really like me, don't you..."

Yes, I really love you, forever... But I didn't say it out loud, I just smiled at her, but I believed Wenwen would know, definitely...

Then, she told me that her hair should be dry, so I stopped and put the towel in the laundry basket.

At this moment, I couldn't help but start to get nervous again. But I knew there was no time to be nervous now, I had to start taking off my clothes. Wenwen seemed not to know what I wanted to do, after all, there was no place to lie down in the bathroom like a bed, so she planned to stand up first.

"Wenwen, you can just sit there, you don't need to stand up."

Then she sat back down after hearing me say that.

"Are you wearing underwear now?"

I asked her as I took off my clothes. Because I figured she would never take off her t-shirt and be completely naked when we made love, I just wanted her to take off her underwear like that night. Wenwen knew what I really meant, so she slowly put her hands inside her t-shirt and started pulling her underwear down from both sides, then hung it on the clothes hook next to her. At that moment, I also took off my underwear and started putting on a condom.

Her eyes were still fixed on me as I put on the condom, as if worried I wouldn't put it on properly and it would fall off like that night. I didn't respond to her or say anything; I just put it on and came to her, placing my hands on her knees.

"Wenwen, can you spread your legs as wide as possible? And stick your butt out a little more."

When she heard me say that, she probably realized what I wanted to do, and after she moved her buttocks, I slowly spread her legs wide with my hands. But she still seemed afraid I would see her genitals, so she pressed her hands tightly against her t-shirt to cover them, not wanting anything to be exposed.

I saw that she was already wide enough, so I stopped. Because the edge of the bathtub wasn't very high, Wenwen's feet were still just touching the floor. I slowly bent my knees, using them to brace myself against the ground. Just as I thought, the height of our genitals was perfect, allowing me to penetrate her like this.

"Wenwen, could you pull your clothes up a bit? Otherwise, I really can't see."

After struggling a bit, she slowly pulled up her hem, revealing her entire vulva and labia slightly parted due to this position.

I didn't say anything or say anything, just gripped my penis and leaned closer. She looked down, watching everything with tense eyes. After all, we had been making love under the covers that night, so she, like me, couldn't see anything and could only rely on her senses. It couldn't compare to the tension and excitement of seeing it with her own eyes.

At that moment, I suddenly thought, should I do some foreplay first? But she definitely wouldn't like me touching her, so I stopped, picked up the small plastic basin on the floor, and scooped water into the bathtub filled with warm water.

"Let me rinse it with water first, that will make it more slippery, so it won't hurt as much later."

Then I started rinsing water onto my penis and carefully poured it over her vulva, being careful not to wet her t-shirt.

When the head of my penis touched her labia, her body involuntarily trembled with tension. Since I could see it myself, her vaginal opening wasn't hard to find. I quickly positioned the head of my penis there, applying a little pressure to hold it in place, then released my hands and placed them on her slender waist.

I looked up at her, so close, I could almost feel her warm breath and smell all her fragrance. Wenwen kept her head down, her eyes fixed on her vulva, pressed tightly against my penis, as if connected by a bridge.

"Wenwen, my penis is already against your vaginal opening, it's going in."

Unlike the first time, I didn't immediately insert myself after I finished speaking, wanting to give her time to react. But she probably had experience before and knew what it would feel like, so she didn't call out to me to wait. She just looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed, and softly murmured "Mmm" to me before looking down again.

I knew I could insert myself now, so I gripped her waist even tighter and started thrusting my hips forward.

At first, I felt some resistance from her labia, but soon I felt myself sinking in, and then the entire head of my penis entered her vagina, and my whole penis began to slide in little by little. Similarly, her vagina began to contract slightly, squeezing my penis, and it was just as warm. I thrust all the way in, our lower abdomens almost completely pressed together, before I looked up at her again.

And she looked up at me then, and without me saying anything, she must have seen that I was all the way in. But she had been watching with her own eyes, witnessing my penis entering her body. I wonder what she felt? I think she must have been a little scared, right?

"Wenwen, will it hurt?"

"...No."

"Then I'm going to start."

So, I slowly pulled my penis out a few centimeters, then slowly inserted it all the way back in.

At first, she looked down at my penis going in and out of her body. Slowly, she raised her head to look at me, and suddenly, without saying a word, she leaned her upper body against my chest, and let go of her t-shirt, which she had been pulling up high. She hugged me tightly, her head resting on my shoulder near my ear.

I was startled by her actions and stopped thrusting, at a loss, wondering what was wrong with her.

"Wenwen?"

"...Brother..."

"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"

She didn't answer me, but just hugged me even tighter.

Suddenly, I understood her thoughts, all her emotions. Hugs need no reason, especially when you have someone in your heart.

I could feel her chest rising and falling with her breath under her t-shirt; it was the pulse of life, like her steady yet intense heartbeat, the warm pulsation of the life channel, the language of the soul.

At this moment, our bodies were not only joined, but our souls were also gradually merging together, unwilling and unable to separate…

I pushed more slowly, gently, feeling all the peace and tranquility of Christmas Eve, and all the warmth and moisture of her body. As time passed, her feelings grew stronger, she would hold me tighter, panting slightly, lost once again in the hazy world of love and desire.

God created man, endowing him with pleasure, perhaps so that people would understand that loving sex is so moving to the heart and soul.

Thinking that my penis was once again deep inside Wenwen, I moved faster and faster, letting the pleasure accumulate, and kept calling her name. I started to want to remove the condom again, but I remembered the fear of her getting pregnant, so I resisted the urge and did not remove the condom.

This time, lovemaking really lasted a bit longer, longer than the first time a few weeks ago. I don't know the exact time, but it was about 20 minutes. To be honest, it wasn't that I was strong enough, but the condom was in the way. I'm probably the kind of person who doesn't feel much from wearing condoms; aside from the pressure and warmth of her vagina, I don't feel much.

Her orgasm finally came. I started to feel her vagina contracting and relaxing more intensely than usual, stimulating my penis even more, and she hugged me even tighter.

"...Brother...please stop?"

she whispered in my ear, her voice growing louder, as if she couldn't bear the pleasure any longer. But I didn't stop, because for both of us, pleasure shouldn't be stopped.

"...Brother...stop...stop!"

I could feel the muscles in her body, arms, and thighs tensing, as if she was trying her best to endure.

"Wenwen, this is what sex feels like. Just bear with it a little longer, I'm about to ejaculate too."

After I said that, she didn't say anything more, just hugged me even tighter, waiting for me to release my essence through the condom. But that was just comforting and lying to her; because of the condom, there was still some time before the pleasure of ejaculation.

I thrust harder, changing from slight withdrawals to deep, forceful withdrawals, causing her body to sway backward with each thrust.

For a pure, innocent girl in her third year of junior high, almost 15, and who had never experienced orgasm, the stimulation was truly almost unbearable.

But less than a minute later, perhaps realizing I still wasn't about to ejaculate, she finally cried out, "...Brother...I don't want it anymore!!"

She must have finally succumbed to the waves of pleasure, because she stopped clinging to me, left my embrace, and began pushing me away with her hands and wildly swinging her legs. But because of her wild leg movements, the muscles in her vaginal walls were engaged, which actually gave me even more pleasure.

I was genuinely startled; I hadn't expected her to resist so fiercely. I thrust all the way in again and stopped, holding her tightly.

"Wenwen, Wenwen, calm down, listen to your brother!"

I called several times, and only after I stopped thrusting and the source of pleasure disappeared did she finally catch her breath and calm down.

She looked at me, and we looked at each other. The bathroom was stuffy, and we'd just had such intense lovemaking, so her face was covered in sweat.

Then, like a deflated balloon, she leaned back into my arms, panting slightly…

“Wenwen, don’t you like the feeling of orgasm?”

She didn’t answer me verbally, only nodding slightly with her forehead resting on my shoulder.

I knew she didn’t dislike it, she just wasn’t ready to accept such an intense feeling. Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do either. Because of her like this, I didn’t dare continue…

“…Wenwen, are you really going to be unable to take it? But I need to ejaculate before lovemaking ends…”

Finally, after she seemed to have calmed down a bit, she answered me: “…Can’t we go faster?”

I knew that “faster” didn’t mean I should move faster, but rather that I should ejaculate faster. But I just couldn’t do it, which was why it had taken so long.

“Because of the condom, I haven’t had much pleasure, and I can’t ejaculate…”

She didn’t answer me, as if she didn’t know what to do next either.

Since using condoms didn't work, there was really no other way.

If I asked her to use her hand to masturbate, it would defeat the purpose of sex, and I couldn't just say she'd always use her hand when she couldn't handle orgasms; that would mean Wenwen would never truly have sex and would instead develop a habit of using her hands to avoid it.

Oral sex was even more out of the question; very few girls enjoy oral sex, let alone Wenwen.

As for calculating the safe period, I didn't know how to do that back then.

Withdrawal was essentially the same as not using a condom…

and speaking of which, it suddenly occurred to me…

"Wenwen, how about I don't use a condom?"

"...No, I'll get pregnant."

"After I ejaculate, stand up immediately. That way, the semen will flow out right away and won't stay inside your vagina. And this is the bathroom, so turn on the shower and rinse yourself with warm water right away. You shouldn't get pregnant."

She fell silent, probably thinking about the method I told her.

"...Will this really prevent pregnancy?"

To be honest, it sounded like a good idea, but I wasn't sure. I figured there would still be some risks. But at the time, besides condoms and birth control pills, I didn't know much about these things. I only knew some basic sex knowledge, and last time she immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed herself with hot water and didn't get pregnant, so I naively thought this would work.

"Last time you also immediately rinsed yourself with warm water and didn't get pregnant, right?"

Then, she finally believed me and agreed to let me take off the condom after I ejaculated, and she asked me to leave immediately.

After I pulled out my penis, I immediately took off the condom, then held my penis, letting the glans touch her labia, and slowly inserted it.

Without a condom, the feeling was definitely different…

I remained still for a while, but I could already feel some fluid starting to seep from the head of my penis.

Wenwen probably noticed I wasn't moving and asked, "Brother? Is it better if you don't feel anything?"

Better if you don't? Honestly, it was incredibly pleasurable… I hadn't moved because I wanted to savor the feeling for a while…

"Wenwen, I'm going to start moving now. Be patient with the pleasure, I'll really ejaculate very quickly this time."

"You have to leave quickly after you're done."

She even nervously reminded me to leave quickly after ejaculating so she could get up and clean up the mess.

I started thrusting, and the feeling was doubled. Wenwen continued to hold me, and besides the pleasure, she must have been worried about how to clean up the mess after I ejaculated.

I started holding her tightly and thrust my lower body more vigorously into her vagina, shaking like I was pounding.

It really wasn't long before my entire penis went limp, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Wenwen must have sensed the change in my penis at that moment, knowing I was about to ejaculate, because she couldn't help but nervously remind me to leave quickly after ejaculating.

I noticed her hand moved to my chest, as if she was ready to push me away at any moment. I stopped hugging her tightly, leaned back about ten centimeters away from her body, and moved my hands down from behind her back, gripping her buttocks tightly.

I looked down, and Wenwen looked down too, watching my penis thrusting violently in and out of her vagina.

"Wenwen... I'm going to ejaculate..."

Then, the time came, and I remained still as I penetrated to the deepest part of her vagina, ejaculating in throbbing motions. She should have felt it, as the older brother, I was releasing my life essence into my sister's body again... but the thought of my semen inside her was strange.

Just as I finished ejaculating and tried to pull out, Wenwen nervously pushed me away. We both saw that as soon as my glans left her vagina, milky white semen flowed out, and a strong smell of semen filled the bathroom. Wenwen immediately

stepped into the bathtub, picked up the showerhead, turned on the warm water, and began to wash herself with her back to me.

This time she wasn't as nervous as last time. After all, she was mentally prepared, and she believed that rinsing it off immediately would prevent pregnancy, so she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant.

Because of this incident, I spent several days at the library researching how to calculate a woman's safe period. And after reading the book, I discovered that Wenwen was lucky this time and didn't get pregnant afterwards, otherwise it would have been very risky... But even this time, there were only three instances of intracavitary ejaculation, and each time was at least a month apart... Anyway, these are all digressions.

Looking at her back, I couldn't help but hug her tightly from behind. Wenwen didn't mind me hugging her like that, and being naked. I felt she was so warm, so very warm...

Then she showered for at least ten minutes before finally relaxing and turning off the shower.

"Wenwen?"

Hearing my call, she turned to look at me with flushed cheeks.

"Hmm?"

"Shall we take a shower together?"

I smiled, and she responded with a shy smile.

"...Okay." At that moment, everything was wonderful, thinking I could finally take a naked shower with Wenwen. I just never expected... "I'll help you wash your back and rinse off, I'll shower after you leave."

I really don't understand women... really... I'll never understand...

45.

Are there angels in the world?

Some people think so, some people think not...

I don't need to consider whether there are angels in the world,

because Wenwen is my only goddess...

The feeling of falling in love with someone is indescribable.

It's like being wrapped in a warm quilt in winter, blocking out all the cold winds from the outside world.

Those few days, everything was so beautiful, like in a fairy tale, where the prince and princess would live happily ever after.

But such a warm time was unintentionally and temporarily broken... Just after that Christmas Eve, and after the Gregorian New Year, one day, after I returned home from school, Wenwen called me to her room.

"Brother! Look at this..."

She shyly smiled and handed me a letter folded from stationery, with a faint fragrance wafting from it.

When I saw this letter, the joy in my heart was truly indescribable. It was a love letter she wanted to give me, and it was also the first time Wenwen had written a love letter to me. I didn't know what was written inside, but I believed that every word was filled with her warmth, her sincerity, and her true feelings…

I took the letter, moved, and looked at Wenwen, who was still smiling warmly at me. Since no one reads a love letter in front of the other, to avoid awkwardness, I planned to take it back to my room to read it. Unexpectedly, she called out to me, "Brother, where are you going?"

I was genuinely confused. Holding her letter, where else would I go but back to my room?

"I'm taking it back to my room to read."

"…Can't I read it here?"

Her generous request made me feel embarrassed. So I stood in front of her and slowly opened the letter.

A fragrant aroma wafted out, followed by cute illustrations on the edges of the paper, and then I saw the words written on it…

clear, clean, and elegant handwriting…

but this wasn't Wenwen's handwriting!

Suddenly, I had a bad feeling…

"Wenwen? What is this? A love letter someone wrote to you?"

"Yes, it's the first time a boy has written me a love letter."

Suddenly, I felt a terrible pang. It really felt like the girl you like was showing off her love letter to you. Especially since Wenwen is my sister, beautiful, gentle, and introverted; no wonder boys pursue her.

I knew this day might come, but I chose to ignore it, unwilling to face it, as if that way it wouldn't happen, and Wenwen would always stay by my side. But when this moment arrived, I could only remain silent, my heart filled with bitterness.

What if Wenwen told me she had agreed to date that boy? Should I accept losing her? After all, an incestuous relationship between siblings will never be accepted by society.

I felt so powerless again, powerless to have her forever. This fear reminded me of that nightmare I had that night, dreaming that she was about to get married, and I was powerless to stop it, only to suffer all the merciless ridicule…

Everyone has a most painful place in their heart, a private place they least want to touch,

and this is my greatest fear…

Seeing my silence, the smile on Wenwen's face vanished. Perhaps she thought I had always been tolerant and forgiving towards her, so she thought it was okay for me to see the love letter and wanted to share her joy at being pursued by a boy for the first time.

I silently returned the letter to her, then turned and left her room, unable to say a word. After all, what could I say? Should I politely say, "Wenwen, congratulations, a boy is pursuing you!" or yell back, "What do you mean?!"? I knew I couldn't say either, and it wasn't what I wanted to say.

I went into my room and turned on the light. Wenwen, realizing she had done something wrong, nervously followed behind me.

"Brother...?"

I didn't respond, just put my backpack on the floor and started taking off my coat and the scarf she had bought for me.

"Brother...? Are you angry?"

"No."

I answered her almost without thinking. But I knew, and she knew, what I truly felt.

I wasn't lying; because of fear and jealousy, I started trying to escape through anger.

"...Liar...Don't be angry, I'm sorry," she said calmly, but instead of making me feel better, it made me even angrier. It really felt like she was doing it on purpose. "I just wanted to show you too."

"What do you want me to say? Congratulations on having a guy pursuing you? Wishing you happiness in the future?"

I blurted out without thinking, wiping the last smile from her face. She was speechless for a long time, and I started to regret my rash words.

After hanging my coat and scarf on the hanger, I walked past her with some guilt and went to the back balcony to get some clean clothes to take a shower.

At this moment, she really started to get anxious, as if she hadn't expected my reaction at all.

"Brother, I just don't like that guy, that's why I wanted to show you!"

Wenwen seemed hurt by my attitude and wanted to explain quickly. But her reaction made me feel even worse...it felt like the more she explained, the further away she was from me.

"So, if you like a boy's love letter, you'll hide it and read it yourself?"

We stared at each other for a while. Wenwen looked completely incredulous that I would say such hurtful things, and just stared at me silently.

But her reaction made it even harder for me, who was filled with fear, jealousy, and anger at the time, to bear.

"Can't say it? How many love letters have you received before?"

"No!"

At this moment, Wenwen hurriedly clarified that she hadn't received any other love letters...

But this wasn't what I really wanted to say. Afterwards, I don't know why I was so hypocritical at that moment, and kept hurting her and myself.

Maybe I just wanted to make myself feel better, maybe I just wanted her to feel my pain, or maybe...

"Wenwen, what do you take me for? What should our relationship be now? Have you really thought about it?"

She didn't respond to my question for a long time, and she certainly couldn't respond.

"Seeing your love letters only makes me angry! Can I take a shower now?"

Then, deciding to ignore her for the time being, I went into the bathroom, closed the door in front of her, took off my dirty clothes, slightly opened the door a crack, threw them into the laundry basket next to the door without looking at her, and closed the door again...

Because Wenwen always waited until I showered and took off my dirty clothes before washing the dirty clothes at night, I heard her pick up the laundry basket and open the washing machine lid, throwing the clothes in one by one.

Slowly, I heard soft sobs outside the door, each sob heavy and piercing my heart, until the washing machine's automatic switch turned on, and then I could hear nothing more.

I knew Wenwen was going through a tough time, but I felt the same way. Perhaps our bodies had been together, but our hearts had never been at peace. I thought again that sibling relationships are inherently surrounded by sorrow, never truly finding peace. We had to live in constant fear, afraid of being discovered, worried about being found out, as if it would last forever.

At that moment, while taking a shower, I calmed down. I realized how naive and immature I had been in matters of love. I shouldn't have projected my anxieties and worries onto Wenwen's innocent heart, hurting her with words that brought her to tears.

As her older brother, what I did to my sister was unforgivable.

As her lover, hurting her like that was also unacceptable.

I remembered Wenwen as a child, so adorable, always clinging to me, looking at me with innocent eyes, happily calling me "brother." A little older, when bullied by the neighborhood kids, she would always run back to me crying. Back then

, I would always hold her, telling her not to cry, and only then would she stop…

Now, in our forbidden relationship, no matter how much I try to ignore it, the unbreakable bond of kinship will always remain. No matter how much I try to forget, I will always remember again. I know this will be like a brand, forever etched in my memory, tearing at my heart and hindering Wenwen's future maturity and understanding...

I began to regret, deeply regret, that I shouldn't have hurt her like this. Even if it were just congratulating her on receiving the boy's love letter, as long as she was truly happy, I was willing to bear this pain alone. Love should be about selfless giving, not about painful possession...

But realizing this now is too late. The damage has been done, and I've made Wenwen cry...

After quickly showering, I went to her door, opened it without knocking, and went inside. The main light in Wenwen's room was off. She was lying under the covers, and when she saw me suddenly appear, she sat up, still with tears in her eyes.

I closed the door, walked to her bed, and sat down. Neither of us spoke, nor did we need to. I reached out and touched her cheek, wiping away her still-wet tears.

"Wenwen, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't really mean to hurt you..."

She didn't smile, but she had stopped crying. She just looked at me, still without saying anything.

Looking at her, I knew she was struggling with whether or not to forgive me, so I started trying to please her, doing everything I could to make her happy.

But her resolve was too strong; she just watched me clown around like a monkey, coldly refusing to laugh. Then, she turned her back to me and lay back under the covers, acting as if I, this monkey, didn't exist, intending to go back to sleep.

"Wenwen?"

"...I really didn't know showing you the letter would cause this..."

"I know, I'm sorry, because I was really afraid you would leave me..."

"I've already thrown the letter in the trash."

Hearing her say that, I suddenly didn't know how to respond. Because it was really me who pushed her to this point, making her throw even the joy of receiving a love letter into the trash.

Then, another silence. I thought this couldn't go on, so I decided to tickle her. Before, when I did this, she would laugh. When I slowly lifted the covers from behind, perhaps a cold draft would get in, and she would immediately know.

"I'm still angry and upset! If you dare touch me, I'll never forgive you!"

Although she didn't turn around when she said this, I knew she meant it, because I could faintly feel a murderous aura emanating from her...

But I couldn't back down, because if I couldn't get her forgiveness today, I knew things would drag on for several days before she was willing to forgive me.

I lifted the covers and lay down. Wenwen was startled, turned around to look at me, and shouted, as if I wanted to make love to her or something again.

"What do you want to do?!"

"I didn't touch you..."

I was telling the truth; I really didn't touch her. I even deliberately showed her my hands, so I covered her mouth, preventing her from saying anything more. She probably realized at this point that I hadn't intended to do anything inappropriate to her that night.

"Go back to your room and sleep!"

"Then give me a smile first..."

Then, realizing I was trying to cling to her, she coldly said, "Whatever..."

That night, I lay beside her, hoping to make her laugh again, but Wenwen ignored me completely, remaining cold, so I couldn't find a good opportunity to make her laugh.

About ten or twenty minutes passed when suddenly I felt her breathing become very steady. I gently called her name a few times, but she didn't respond. I carefully lifted myself up, looking at her face. She had unknowingly fallen asleep, peacefully sleeping beside me. No wonder, she woke up at 6:30 in the morning, was busy all day, had school early the next morning, and now it was almost 12:30.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I suddenly had a feeling, like when we used to sleep together when we were little. She no longer minded that I was her older brother, a man and a woman, but treated me more like a quarreling lover.

She still believed I wouldn't do anything to her at night, which was why she slept so soundly. And because of this, I felt a warmth in my heart.

That night, there was nothing more to say.

I slept in her room, gently wrapping my arms around her waist in the cold winter, feeling the warmth emanating from our hearts, sleeping together...

46

It was several days later that Wenwen finally forgave me for making her sad and cry, and was willing to smile again.

During that time, until the end of the first semester of school, nothing noteworthy happened between us. For Wenwen and me, we only had the last semester left. She was about to face various entrance exams for high school, vocational school, or five-year junior college, and I was about to face the choice of continuing my studies or joining the military.

I remember, one day just before the winter vacation, when I came home from school, Wenwen happily told me that she had received a call from her parents, and they were finally going to return to Taiwan a few days before Lunar New Year's Eve. After all, no matter what, Chinese people always hope for family reunion during the Lunar New Year.

Because the overall economic situation is getting worse and worse, and the country where the factory is located had experienced unrest and was damaged, they haven't returned to Taiwan all year. They don't dare to return, fearing that the unstable situation might suddenly erupt and affect the company.

Usually, my parents only write to Wenwen and me, asking about our lives, telling us not to spend money recklessly, or saying things parents would say to their children, like asking us to take an extra blanket or quilt from the closet when it's cold. And it's always Wenwen who replies. I don't know what she writes in her letters, but I know she never mentions many things that happened between us; she's just simply whining and complaining to her mother...

In some ways, even if my parents returned to Taiwan, it would just mean two more people in an empty house. I don't think it would make a big difference. After all, they haven't lived with me for several years. Perhaps the blood ties still exist, but the intimacy has gradually faded. But Wenwen always seemed happy and looking forward to it, after all, she hadn't seen her mother for almost a year...

No... actually, I kind of hoped they wouldn't come back, just to leave this peace, which seemed to last forever, for Wenwen and me...

Days passed by, and because of our different educational backgrounds, my winter vacation started several days earlier than Wenwen's, and I really found myself with nothing to do. Since I worked at a gas station, the station manager would schedule me for the morning shift from 7 am to 12 pm for about 10 days a month, so I could do my homework in the afternoon and go to class in the evening, and my life wouldn't feel boring.

But now that it was vacation, I had lost the homework I had to do every day, so for several afternoons I would sit alone in the living room, unconsciously listening to music, but my eyes would be fixed on the second hand of the clock on the wall, feeling the slow passage of time...

Sometimes, when the music ended, I wouldn't want to replay it or change the CD, I would just continue watching the second hand keep ticking away, like the pulse of my soul, quiet yet full of life.

Some say God is fair because He gives everyone the same amount of time; no one has more time than others. I was nineteen years old then. A minute has sixty seconds, an hour has sixty minutes, a day has twenty-four hours… I've already lived over six hundred million seconds of my life…

Watching the second hand slowly tick by, like a silent lullaby, I feel time settling in the room, like snowflakes, thinly accumulating, waiting to vanish when spring arrives. I think of all my past with Wenwen, scene after scene, fragment after fragment, accompanying me on the stage of life, enriching my existence.

In the early days of her life, in my hazy memories, when I was six, I remember my mother holding my hand, saying she was pregnant again, that she was going to give me a younger sibling so I wouldn't always be alone.

At that time, I didn't understand what a younger sibling was; I simply knew I would have a playmate, and I wouldn't have to stay in my room playing with toys alone anymore, and that made me very happy.

In my hazy memory, when my mother's belly was quite large, I leaned against it, hoping to hear the sounds Wenwen was making inside. Although I ultimately heard nothing, I couldn't help but eagerly anticipate the arrival of my little sister.

When Wenwen came into this world from my mother's womb, I saw her for the first time in the hospital. My mother, sitting on the hospital bed, brought her to me and told me, "This is my little sister." At that time, Wenwen seemed so tiny to me, only knowing how to sleep, sleeping all the time, occasionally waking up to cry a few times for her mother to feed her milk.

At that moment, I was suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment, thinking, "So this is what Mom meant by a little sister..." She couldn't play with me, couldn't talk to me, and couldn't do anything...

I started to become indifferent to Wenwen's existence again, returning to my usual lonely world...

Unconsciously, Wenwen began to look at the world with a smile, sit up, and babble incomprehensible words. At that time, Wenwen began to be like a big toy for me to play with. I would always hold her little hand and gently push her around, making her laugh even happier.

Wenwen could stand up and walk on her own and could talk. She would always tug at my clothes and follow me around. A few times, I deliberately ran after her in the alley outside the house, running and running until Wenwen couldn't keep up and got further and further away. But because I found it amusing to make her panting, I didn't want to stop. Finally, Wenwen accidentally fell to the ground and, looking at my receding figure, started to cry loudly; it was only when I heard her crying that I stopped and turned around to look at her.

I rushed to her side and saw her sitting on the ground, clutching her knees and crying out in pain. I asked her to open her arms, and I saw a large patch of abrasions, revealing pink flesh and blood, along with some dirty sand...

It was a heartbreaking and distressing response. I always make Wenwen sad and hurt because of my own happiness, from the past until now, without fail...

But I know one thing will never change:

I care about her...

I love her...

That afternoon, because it was the last day of final exams, Wenwen came home early from school. I sat in the living room watching her. Wenwen simply told me that she was going out with her friends later, and then went into her room.

I called out from the living room, "Where are you going?" The answer came from her room: "Ximending."

This also meant that I would be home alone that night.

"Do you want me to take you there on my bike?"

"No need, I'm meeting my friends to take the bus together."

Perhaps because of the many memories that had been awakened these past few afternoons, I couldn't help but feel sentimental. Watching Wenwen change into her casual clothes and leave, not even while putting on her shoes in the entryway, she would anxiously remind me to eat dinner properly, not to buy snacks again, or to go out wandering off…

We really are becoming more and more like a couple living together, even a married couple. We always think of each other when we do things, showing genuine concern. With her in the house, there's always an indescribable warmth and tenderness; her departure leaves me with a house full of silence and the coldness of time, making me feel even more lonely lying on the sofa… That

day

, I felt incredibly lonely, for reasons I can't explain…

Perhaps, as psychologists say, women have a 28-day physiological cycle, and men have a 28-day psychological cycle. When that cycle arrives, the heart feels like it's being squeezed, and everything takes on a slightly strange hue.

That day, I don't even remember how I spent it. Strangely, after Wenwen left, I couldn't help but miss her voice, her scent, her smile, everything she had given me.

Everyone has felt lonely, everyone has suffered, everyone needs care from others, and everyone gives care to others, composed of understanding and forgiveness. With increasing understanding of the world and personal experience, I know that living is about relying on something.

That night, when the lock was gently opened, when the sound of the key turning filled the air, it was as if my heart, which had been settling down with time, was being liberated once more. When Wenwen opened the door and I saw her again, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. It was an indescribable feeling, the only feeling that could shake my soul, a pure existence that transcended everything.

"I bought some braised food that you like, brother," she said with a smile as she took off her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet.

When she came over with a bag full of braised food and sat on the sofa next to me, placing the food on the table, I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist, leaning against her, feeling her real presence in my life.

Wenwen was startled by my sudden action, but she didn't resist, perhaps because I hadn't done anything to her again.

I held her, inhaling her scent, without speaking, unsure of what to say. Perhaps in this situation, there was nothing to say. We had long since transcended the simple bond of siblings, becoming intimately embodying the relationship of husband and wife.

After several minutes, Wenwen finally spoke, "Brother, you've been acting strange today..."

Perhaps she was wondering if I wanted to make love to her again? I still didn't answer, because for me, I truly just wanted to hold her like this, without thinking too much.

After a while, Wenwen, perhaps sensing the awkward silence, gently pushed me away and said, "Brother, you eat first..." Then she stood up and walked into the hallway.

I looked at the packet of braised food, completely losing my appetite. Not long after, I stood up and followed her in, wanting to stay by her side, but I found she had already gone into the bathroom, the sound of hot water running coming from inside.

Standing at the door, listening to the sounds inside, I pressed my hand against the door, as if that way I could feel the warmth inside and dispel my icy heart.

"Wenwen?"

I called her, and the sound of water inside stopped.

"...What is it?"

"Wenwen, how about I stay with you tonight?" Hearing my request, she fell silent. "I've felt so lonely all day, I want to stay with you..."

I waited for her, but still received no response, only the crisp sound of water dripping onto the floor.

Perhaps this was her answer...

"Wenwen...?"

I called her again, facing the bathroom door. The girl inside seemed forever unyielding, unwilling to open it for me.

"...Do you really just want me to stay with you?"

"Mmm..."

...That night, in her room, Wenwen and I sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Occasionally, she would look at me, appearing somewhat shy.

At that moment, I felt as if we were newlyweds, each night so beautiful yet awkward. She remained silent, slowly drinking the warm milk she had made, looking at the desk. I simply put my arm around her shoulder, finding a resting place for my lonely heart.

"Did you have another nightmare last night, brother?" she asked softly, thinking I had dreamt again that she was leaving forever, just like that night.

"...No...I don't know why, I just missed you so much today..."

Then, Wenwen quieted down again, finished the last of her milk, and put it back on her desk.

She picked up the small alarm clock on the bedside table, set it to ring, and put it back.

"I'm going to sleep,"

she said with a slight smile, her cheeks slightly flushed. Then she turned the nightlight on the bedside table to its dimmest setting, lifted the covers, and lay down on the innermost side against the wall. I followed suit, lifting the covers and lying down.

At that moment, we were like an ordinary married couple, lying beside her, sharing the same blanket, breathing the same air. I turned to lie on my side towards her, looking at her; Wenwen remained lying flat, only turning her head to look at me.

I started by chatting with her about everyday things, and she responded, and we chatted easily.

It had been almost two months since we'd had a pre-sleep chat like this. During that time, it was because she needed to help me masturbate, so we'd chat like this beforehand, sometimes just casually, without any masturbation.

While we were chatting, she fell asleep first, and then I fell asleep a little while later too, feeling a deep sense of peace…

(48 This chapter is dedicated to Xiaodu)

Because I needed to use the restroom, I woke up groggily in the middle of the night and saw Wenwen's sleeping face. I realized I was sleeping in Wenwen's room. She was sleeping on her side facing me, her hand gently resting on mine, sound asleep. I carefully lifted the blanket without disturbing her and went to the restroom alone.

After relieving myself, I went back to her room, closed the door, sat back on the bed, and lay down under the blanket.

But by then I was much more awake. Looking at Wenwen beside me, I suddenly realized that the longing I'd felt all day before bed had vanished without a trace. The inexplicable loneliness was gone, replaced by a strange emotion.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was four o'clock. There were still several hours until dawn. Turning back, looking at her sleeping face so closely, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I swallowed, feeling my mouth begin to dry.

For men, the rise of desire is often that simple…

We were like siblings, like husband and wife, and we'd even made love before. This ambiguous and indescribable situation perfectly described my relationship with Wenwen.

I gently called Wenwen's name a few times, but she didn't respond, still fast asleep. Actually, she'd always been like this since she was little; she was a heavy sleeper, so a few gentle calls wouldn't wake her.

Under the covers, I carefully reached out and gently touched her bare thigh. I glanced at her and saw she still didn't react, so I reached my hand higher until I reached her buttocks, which were covered by her underwear. I could feel her underwear, and I knew her t-shirt had slipped down to her waist because of her poor sleeping posture, practically exposing her entire lower body.

At that moment, I struggled again, my desire reignited, and I longed to make love to her again… but it wasn't Christmas, a time for such pleasantries. If I woke her up and demanded lovemaking, who knew how long I'd have to keep doing it?

That's why I made up my mind.

I tiptoed out of bed and went back to my room, grabbed a condom I'd prepared for any eventuality, and went back to Wenwen's room.

I couldn't help but feel nervous again, my heart pounding. Standing by the bed, looking at Wenwen's still peaceful sleeping face, I felt like I was about to raid her.

And that was true…

but it also fueled my agitation.

I placed the condom on the bedside table, started taking off my clothes, pulled down my pajama bottoms and threw them on the floor, then nervously pulled down my underwear, revealing my already erect penis. If she were awake now and knew what I was doing, she would be very surprised and want to resist, right?

I wondered what would happen if she refused and started to resist. But this worry only flashed through my mind. As with many past experiences, I believed that if I kept begging her until the end, she would still agree...

So I slowly lifted the blanket and lay down completely naked.

"Wenwen...?"

I called her softly, but she didn't respond.

"Wenwen?"

I called her louder and pushed her shoulder with my hand. She finally woke up from her dream and made a "hmm~~~" groan and stretched out her arms.

I knew she was slightly awake, so I said to her, "Why don't you lie down and sleep?"

Because she was sleeping on her side facing me, I asked her to lie down first so it would be easier to move onto her body later. She probably thought I was being squeezed out of room by her, so she opened her sleepy eyes slightly to look at me, moved her body to the inside closer to the wall, then lay down with her face down towards the wall and continued to close her eyes and sleep.

I waited anxiously, hoping she would fall asleep again…

While waiting, I felt a pang of guilt, thinking I could have just asked her properly like the previous two times, instead of this nighttime raid. But I also knew that this was precisely because it would create a different kind of stimulation, further fueling my desire.

After about ten minutes, her breathing became steady again, and she drifted off to sleep, but my penis had already gone soft again. So I looked at her face and rubbed my penis under the covers, trying to make it erect again.

Then I turned and picked up a condom from the bedside table, gently putting it on. I took a few deep breaths, mentally anticipating her reaction and how to respond.

It was time. I slowly propped myself up and moved under the covers onto Wenwen's body. But no matter how careful I was, the bed still shook, and cold air started to seep into the covers through the gaps created by my movements. So when

I moved on top of Wenwen, supporting myself with my hands and feet, she opened her eyes and woke up. So I froze, watching her nervously, ready to react to any of her reactions.

For the first few seconds, she looked at me groggily, probably thinking she was still dreaming, but she quickly snapped back to reality: "...Brother?"

Then, she finally understood completely.

"Brother?! What do you want to do?!"

She immediately reached out and put her hands on my chest and started pushing me. But because she was weak, and I was prepared, she couldn't move me.

"Wenwen, how about making love with your brother?"

"No..."

"We haven't made love for almost a month! Normal couples do it several times a week..."

I started trying to persuade her with various reasons, although I knew I had never succeeded before, but I still couldn't help wanting to try.

"No..."

"I'm already naked, and I've put on a condom, so there's no need to worry about getting pregnant. Okay? Wenwen?"

Hearing my pleading, she finally stopped pushing me and looked under the covers, finding that I really was naked.

"Wenwen, you know that sex only lasts ten minutes, or fifteen minutes, and you can go back to sleep..."

Honestly, it was really stupid to ask her to go back to sleep like that, but I said it anyway.

"...Brother, please...I have to go to school early tomorrow morning, please don't do this..."

Wenwen pleaded pitifully with me, and it really made me feel sorry for her, and I felt like I had gone too far.

My desire at that moment was like being doused with a bucket of cold water by her pleading offensive, and I calmed down again.

I looked at her, and she looked at me silently and pleadingly, and we just passed the time in silence.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when I was really about to give up and move away from her, Wenwen silently lowered her head and made a move.

I watched as she turned her head, reached for the pillow that I had been lying on, pulled it under the covers, and then coldly said to me, "Brother, you can go over now..."

At that moment, I realized that she wanted to use the pillow to support her buttocks, just like on our first night. Maybe Wenwen couldn't bear to see me like this, so she gave in and let me have sex with her.

"Wenwen..."

She didn't answer me, just kept looking at me coldly. In that instant, I felt a chill, emanating from her eyes and from my heart.

"Wenwen... it's okay if you really don't want it..."

She still didn't answer me, just looked at me, but I knew she was sulking.

Our relationship has always been like this, from the past until now. I don't know if her personality is good or bad. She always gets pressured by me until the very end and has no choice but to agree; but then she'll sulk while still going along with my demands. And when I realize I've gone too far and calm down, I'm afraid of her invisible pressure, so I have to do what she asked me to do...

Back when she was still helping me masturbate, there was one time when I decided to back down after she got angry, but she scolded me, saying, "If you don't want it, don't bother me like this in the first place!!" So at that time, I could only quietly move my body, lift the blanket and sit to the side, watching her raise her buttocks under the dim night light, and put the pillow under her.

Then she brought her legs together, bent them towards her breasts, and reached into her t-shirt to pull her panties down her legs. Perhaps because she was angry, and because I had already seen it during our last time we made love in the bathroom, she didn't seem to care that I was watching.

She put her panties aside, then stretched her legs out on the bed, still pulling her t-shirt up to her thighs, covering her genitals. I didn't speak, nor did I dare to, and just sat quietly to the side.

"...Didn't you want it, brother? I'll be cold without a blanket, and my stomach will get cold!"

She was right. It was almost Chinese New Year, and it was a cold time of year. Even in a closed room, the cold wind kept blowing in; no wonder the older generation said the winter wind was sharp. And since she was a girl, letting her uterus get cold was really bad for her health. As for me, I was certainly cold without clothes, but my heart was even colder. The tension and excitement I felt at the beginning of the night raid were gone…

“…I’m sorry…then spread your legs.”

Wenwen silently spread her legs apart, so I pulled the blanket over my back and moved my body between her legs, covering us both with the blanket.

Although the temperature inside the blanket had started to rise, she kept looking at me coldly, and I didn’t dare to look at her at all, which made me feel like the temperature was dropping again.

“Wenwen, your legs…”

I had barely finished speaking when she knew what to do and bent her legs towards her arms, spreading them as wide as possible, like an M, and also opening her labia. Similarly, I moved my hands to the back of her knees and pressed them against the bed, so that her legs could naturally rest against my arms.

I grasped my erect penis and began to silently search for her vaginal opening.

"...If I can't get up in the morning, you're responsible for waking me up, brother."

Wenwen coldly threw these words at me, and I could only reply, "Brother will definitely wake you up later!"

I quickly found Wenwen's vaginal opening and positioned the head of my penis on it.

I looked at her, and Wenwen seemed slightly nervous, knowing I was about to penetrate her. But it was clear that she was different from the previous two times; she lacked the innocent shyness.

"Wenwen, I'm going in..."

Then I moved my hips and legs, starting to push my penis forward...

I felt her labia being parted again, and then the head of my penis entered her warm vagina.

I slowly entered her body, noticing the changes in Wenwen's expression. She went from looking at me coldly, then began to frown, then showed a pained expression, and finally... "Ah...ah! It hurts...!"

She started to put her hands on my chest, seemingly trying to push me away. I was startled by her sudden cry of pain. By this time, I was almost fully inside, but I immediately stopped. And she stopped crying out in pain after I stopped moving.

She looked at me fearfully, as if asking if I had done something strange again. But I was completely innocent; I hadn't expected her to act this way.

"Does it hurt?"

I asked, and she nodded.

"But it's the same as the first day, right? I didn't do anything..."

I waited a while before carefully pushing in again. Wenwen started to frown and cry out in pain again, just as I was fully inside her.

"Brother...it hurts..."

After she said that, I suddenly remembered a basic fact.

"...Wenwen...your vagina seems too dry..."

I think I was right; the first two times were right after she took a shower.

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