My Story with My Sister and Mother

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In the living room of an ordinary house, the sounds of violently colliding bodies echoed. Accompanying the squelching sounds of water was a lewd symphony of a man and woman, their breaths ragged.
"Huff...huff, so deep...ahhhh, baby, harder, fuck Mommy to death..."
"Mommy! Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good..."
The young boy sighed as he hoisted the naked legs of the young woman on the sofa, clad only in shiny black pantyhose, onto his shoulders. He kissed her tight-fitting legs while vigorously kneading her full buttocks pressed against the pantyhose with his hands.
Each frenzied thrust caused the woman's smooth, hairless vulva to overflow with vaginal fluid, spraying heavily onto the sofa. Her 35D breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the boy's thrusts.
"Oh... Mommy's breasts are so beautiful, so big and white, I could never get tired of them!" With that, the boy lowered his head and gently took a pink, firm nipple—not the kind a married woman in her thirties should have—into his mouth. His tongue licked wildly, sending waves of electric currents through the so-called mother's ample breasts, making her tilt her head back and moan sweetly.
The boy's mouth held a pink cherry, incongruous with his delicate features, while his engorged penis brutally pounded into the mother's garden, thrusting deeper and deeper, bringing tears of pleasure to her eyes. His hands were also busy, tirelessly caressing the mother's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, as if searching for some treasure.
"Baby... fuck, fuck faster, your sister's coming home soon..." The mother's beautiful face showed a mixture of pleasure and pain as she urged the boy, who was engaged in this incestuous act with her.
The boy's face was still childish, but he had a kind of brute force that he didn't know where he came from. Every time he thrust into his mother, it was as if he wanted to shove his whole body into the woman's vagina. Under the constant piston-like movement of his penis, his two large testicles kept hitting the woman's wet lower body. The sound of slapping echoed throughout the living room, making the mother blush even more.
"Oh...you slutty mom, I, I'm almost there...where do you want me to cum?"
"Cum inside! Cum inside mom's pussy! Make mom pregnant! Let mom give you a baby...baby...ah...you're so good at fucking,
mom's
being fucked to death by you, dying
, dying, pregnant ahh ...
The incestuous couple, with their exceptionally high level of coordination, reached the pinnacle of their sexual encounter at the same instant. Their synchronized climaxes united their minds, allowing them to reach the highest realm of love through their immoral incestuous union.
After their climax, the two fleshy creatures remained in the same position for a long time, only collapsing limply onto the sofa after several minutes. The boy withdrew his semi-erect penis from his mother's vagina, and a gush of fluid, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions, flowed out.
"Look at you," the woman said, her large, watery eyes gazing reproachfully at the boy. "You've ejaculated so much again! You'd be happy if you got Mom pregnant!"
"Hehe," the boy chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly. "You always ejaculate so much when we make love. If it weren't for how alluring you are, Mom, I wouldn't have ejaculated like this..."
"You're just being cheeky," the woman said shyly, bringing her small face close to the boy's chest. "Alright, hurry up and clean up."
"No, Mom, I want to keep fucking you..." The boy reluctantly rubbed the inside of his mother's thighs, which were covered in black stockings. He knew this was his mother's erogenous zone; touching it would make her weak all over. The woman trembled for a moment.
"Good girl... Mom really wants to keep going with you too, but your sister will be back soon. It wouldn't be good if she found out."
"Okay, Mom, whatever you say." The boy then carried his still-soft mother back to the room, prepared her change of clothes, carried her into the bathroom, and then came out to clean up the battlefield they had just fought in the living room.
"I really want to keep going with you, Mom..." the boy said regretfully, wiping the sofa soaked from their lovemaking. "Silly boy, when your sister isn't home, I'll let you do whatever you want."
The sound of a key turning made the mother quickly close the bathroom door. The boy also made sure he was fully dressed. At the same time, the young girl pushed open the door and stepped in.
"Mom, little brother, I'm home..."
My name is Li Yuyang, I'm eighteen years old, and I grew up in a family where my father died when I was young. I have a gentle and beautiful mother and a twin sister who looks almost exactly like me.
My sister doesn't look like a man; on the contrary, she's very beautiful.
In other words, I actually look like a woman...
In the eyes of others, our family is a fairly ordinary and happy single-parent family, even though we lack a man to lead the household.
That's just an appearance.
In a series of unexpected events, or rather, driven by my demonic lust, my beautiful mother, who had been widowed for over ten years, had an irreparable physical relationship with me.
Unlike typical social news stories that escalate to the police station or court and become headlines in the newspapers, my mother and I, two sexually driven beasts, have fallen into an inescapable vortex of incest. This vortex spins faster and faster, drawing both mother and son into the mire of immorality. And at the center of this vortex, another member of the family, the innocent twin sister, is about to be dragged in.
"Little brother, what are you muttering to yourself?" "
Oh, nothing. I've been writing a web novel lately, and I wanted to read it aloud to polish the draft after I finished typing."
"What kind of novel?"
"Nothing much, just some funny things that happen in a happy family."
"Why does it sound like a bland novel with no climaxes?"
"Yes, it has climaxes, sometimes two or three in a row."
"If it's so good, remember to let me see it when you're done... If you don't come out for a late-night snack soon, it'll get cold."
"Okay..."
This is terrible. My sister just can't seem to break her habit of not knocking. She always says there shouldn't be any secrets between siblings, so no matter when or what I'm doing, she always just pushes the door open and comes in.
Luckily, my ears are quite sensitive, and I immediately stop what I'm doing when I hear my sister's footsteps. What I'm doing isn't much, just typing in some erotic novels...
I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't hear my sister approaching the room—that was incredibly dangerous! What? You mean, shooting guns and cannons? With Mom around, why would I need to shoot guns? And I wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot cannons when my sister's home!
Mom already showered and went to bed early. At first glance, it seems like she's just exhausted from work and going to bed early, but only I know that I've completely drained her energy, so she needs to sleep early… Therefore, it's just my sister and me having a late-night snack in the dining room.
My sister, a senior in high school, spends her evenings at school studying every day. Sometimes she comes home too late, and Mom will urge me to go pick her up. Unlike me, whose grades are mediocre and who relies on looks, my sister attends a prestigious high school in our area and is in one of the top classes for college entrance exams. Her grades are exceptionally good; she's usually in the top five or ten overall, and Mom never has to worry about her.
My mom had long given up on my grades; as long as I got into university, that was all that mattered. She was more worried about my penis than my grades…
My sister knew I was still developing, and if it wasn't too late when she came home, she'd bring me some food from the night market. So, with my mom going to bed early lately, after 10 pm was basically just my sister and me having our own late-night snack time.
We often used this time to chat about the funny things that happened at our respective schools. After all, since my sister started her senior year of high school, we basically had no other time together except for this time. She was always the first one up in the morning for early self-study, not to mention her daytime at school.
Even after showering at home, she'd still read a little more before going to sleep. We're twins and look so alike, how come our minds are so different? In my eyes, my sister only knows how to study, while my mind is filled with nothing but pornography.
“Little brother, I remember you have midterms coming up, right?” My sister sipped her noodle soup and looked up at me.
"Oh...I think so."
"Hey, be serious! Ask me anything you don't understand, or Mom will sigh again when she sees your report card."
I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "Well...it's okay, but I didn't quite understand that formula you asked me about last time, and I couldn't answer it when the teacher called on me in class today."
"Hey!" My sister gently tapped my head. Why does she have this habit of tapping my head, just like Mom?
"I'll tell you again, listen carefully this time." After saying that, my sister got up and went to the living room. She rummaged in her schoolbag, took out a pretty pink notebook, and came back. She
didn't hold the notebook properly and it fell to the ground, and a small white envelope fell out of the notebook, landing right at my feet. Looking down, I saw it was addressed to Li Yuxin.
"Don't look! Don't look!" My sister rushed over in a panic and squatted down to pick up the envelope.
For a moment, beneath the dark blue school uniform skirt, a pair of slender, beautiful legs clad in shiny black pantyhose revealed a mysterious triangle that I could clearly see. Because of the cold weather, all the schools had switched to winter uniforms, allowing students to choose trousers, but my sister continued to wear her skirt.
She liked to wear a layer of warm black pantyhose under her skirt, the same kind of pantyhose that Mom liked to wear… or rather, I liked her wearing when I was having sex with her. Therefore, Mom had quite a few pairs in her wardrobe, and my sister would often just take the pantyhose she wanted from Mom.
Unfortunately, many of those pantyhose were ones Mom had worn while we were having sex; they just weren't visible after washing. Otherwise, I had sprayed my thick semen onto several of those pairs…
My eyes were fixed on them, my mind was racing, and my pants were getting hard without me even realizing it. I temporarily shook off the lewd thoughts in my mind and asked my sister, "What's that... for Li Yuxin? Hehe, who wrote you a love letter?"
"Oh! Don't ask!" My sister blushed and tucked the envelope back into the last page of her notebook. "Just a bunch of boring boys."
"A bunch, not just one, so you mean there's a huge Yuxin fan club?" I asked with amusement.
"Ugh! Don't ask! Here! This formula..." Although her cheeks were still flushed, my sister quickly flipped to a page in her notebook and began explaining the mathematical formula I had asked about, as if trying to escape the question.
But seeing the love letter to my sister, my mind went blank, and I couldn't concentrate on the mathematical formula. Actually, receiving a love letter wasn't surprising. My sister is very pretty, and her features are basically inherited from my mother and father's good genes.
Her long, flowing hair always seemed weightless in the breeze; her already delicate eyebrows, after being groomed by her mother, appeared even more refined; her large, watery eyes were always endearing; her small nose had a high bridge; her lips were small and thin, always a pretty pink, and like her mother, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, like a cute little kitten…
…Wait, I have all these facial features too, so why do I feel a little creeped out when I think about it?
I'm already 178 cm tall in my second year of high school, and although my sister is a bit shorter than me, she's still a tall and slender 172 cm. Her slender figure seems frail at first glance, and while she's not a voluptuous bombshell like her mother with large breasts, a slim waist, and a full bottom, she's definitely got curves in all the right places.
Although I don't know her exact measurements, when she wears revealing loungewear at home, you can see that she's quite voluptuous under her thin clothes.
Especially her long, beautiful legs. Not only was her waist taller than mine, but they were also slender yet perfectly proportioned. Not only did her long, fair legs attract my attention when she wore shorts at home, but they were even more alluring when she wore the same black stockings as my mother.
Several times, I saw my sister, wearing a school uniform skirt and black velvet stockings, bending down to pick something up without any precautions, her beautifully shaped buttocks sticking out, which made the beast in my crotch swell to an unbearable degree.
If I could push such a beautiful sister down on the bed, knead her soft, boneless legs, forcefully tear open her black stockings, and insert my huge penis into her sweet private parts...
"Little...little brother, why are you bleeding from your nose?!"
"Oh, it must be because the seafood feast Mom cooked tonight was too nourishing..."
My sister grabbed a tissue from the table, got up and plugged the blood in my nostrils, and placed her other hand on the side of my forehead so that I could look down, looking at me with concern.
At such close range, I could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from my sister. Because I was looking down, I could gaze unabashedly at her beautiful legs clad in sheer black stockings, making my heart race even faster.
Seeing that my nosebleed showed no signs of stopping, my sister hurriedly moved even closer, completely unaware that her beautiful calves were now pressed tightly against my legs, which were clad in shorts.
Oh my god…
the delicate touch felt like a strong electric current running through my calves. My sister, flustered, unconsciously rubbed against me a few times. The friction between my skin and her stockings was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through me, causing my penis to quickly erect, and my nosebleed to intensify.
Well, a little more bleeding for a little longer isn't so bad.
Just as I realized that my mother, whom I saw every day, was a "woman," I also began to notice that my older sister, who had grown up with me, was also a "woman."
Until I was in junior high school, my sister Yuxin and I bathed together every day. Even as a child, I noticed differences in her body. Where I had a penis, my sister's was flat. Her breasts, which were originally identical to mine, began to grow slowly, and her buttocks started to become more fleshy.
I remember one morning in fourth grade, I discovered I could get an erection, which became even more pronounced while bathing with my sister. Especially when she took off her clothes, seeing her developing body and her fair skin would cause me to uncontrollably swell.
At the time, not understanding my own body, I didn't find it strange; I just felt itchy when washing my penis as it grew. My sister naively thought that her brother was just someone she could aim for when she peed.
After my older sister entered junior high a year earlier than me because I started school later, our dismissal times and tutoring sessions meant our home hours were now significantly different. Before I knew it, we no longer had the chance to shower together.
Lost in thought about these random childhood memories in class, I realized it was lunchtime. It felt like I'd just sneaked a bite of braised pork rice from the school cafeteria this morning, and now it was lunchtime again?
"Li Yuyang, looking for me outside!"
A classmate's voice interrupted my reverie. Turning around, I saw my classmate sitting by the window. Two girls from some class were standing outside, awkwardly pushing each other forward.
Confused, I got up and walked out of the classroom. As soon as I appeared, one of the girls stammered, "Li Yuyang, could we talk under that tree over there?"
"Oh, what's up?" I followed the two girls, still a bit dazed, to a phoenix tree not far from the classroom.
As soon as I stopped, the two girls turned around. One of them, a petite and cute girl with long, flowing hair, bowed her head and forcefully handed me a light blue envelope. "This...this, please accept this!"
Completely bewildered, I reached out and took the envelope. The two girls turned and ran away the instant I reached out. The petite girl shouted happily, "I gave it to him! I gave it to him!"
Huh?
So this is a love letter?
To be honest, I've received a few love letters before, but in the past, they were always quietly placed in my drawer after I entered the classroom early in the morning. Being called out and receiving a love letter in front of everyone is a first for me.
"You fucking beast!"
"Well done, Li Yuyang, you animal!"
"Two big ones, threesome, Yuyang, you're awesome!"
"Damn it, what are you guys doing! Get out of here and eat your shit!" Hearing this bunch of troublemakers shouting nonsense, I cursed in terror, afraid the whole world would know.
Several girls from my class noticed and gave me resentful (at least that's what I thought were resentful) looks. Sorry for ignoring you guys.
After the chaos subsided, the students in the classroom began to calm down, some eating lunch, some chatting, some eating shit... Huh? ...I sat back down in my seat at the back of the classroom and slowly opened the light blue envelope.
The pale yellow letter paper decorated with daffodils had a faint perfume scent, and the handwriting in black ballpoint pen was round and cute.
The gist of the letter was: "Dear Li Yuyang, I'm sorry to bother you. I've noticed you for a long time and think you're very special. If possible, could we be friends?"
It contained roughly that message, followed by her class and name.
"Ugh, being too popular is such a problem, what should I do?"
"Who asked you to read out my inner monologue?!"
Two classmates, hiding behind my shoulder, secretly read the love letter with me, even reciting my inner thoughts like a double act… Damn, they really did it… perfectly. Several girls in the class stopped eating lunch—or was it my imagination?—and their gazes towards me seemed even more mournful.
Suddenly, I remembered the letter that fell out of my sister's pink notebook last night: To Li Yuxin. I wondered under what circumstances my sister received the love letter, and how she felt afterward.
Holding the love letter a girl wrote to me, although it wasn't the first time, I still felt a little smug and proud. Right? Even if everyone pretends to be indifferent, deep down they still crave attention from the opposite sex. So, when my sister received the love letter, did she feel a little happy and smug like me?
For some reason, I suddenly really wanted to know.
Before I knew it, it was past nine o'clock at night, and my sister still hadn't come home.
During this time, I had already ejaculated two large loads of semen into my mother's vagina, the intense fucking leaving her legs weak. The semen overflowing from her hairless, white vulva had soaked through her light gray stockings, yet I still didn't let up, gently thrusting my semi-erect penis inside her vagina.
Because based on past experience, whenever I had sex with my mother, after reaching orgasm and ejaculating, I could regain my erection within two or three minutes and continue the fight—a frighteningly fast recovery compared to masturbating with my mother's stockings.
Especially tonight, Mom was particularly languid and alluring. Her slender legs, clad in stockings, were wrapped tightly around my waist, refusing to let go. Her delicate hands caressed my sweat-drenched chest, yearning for me to make love again.
"Little Yang, you're so strong and capable today... Mommy just passed out from all that you did..."
"How about passing out again, Mom?" With a lewd grin, I thrust my now-powerful 18-centimeter-long penis into Mom's tight flower.
Mom's gray-stockinged legs, wrapped tightly around my waist, tightened again, making my thrusts even more vigorous. After many erotic encounters with Mom, I had learned to vary the depth of my thrusts, using a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm to pound into her like a pile driver.
Each deep thrust after the nine shallow pokes brutally penetrated the deepest part of Mom's flower path, as if trying to shove my testicles into her vagina all at once.
"Baby...why are you doing this to Mommy...ah, so thick, so strong, love me more, Xiao Yang, love Mommy more!"
Watching Mommy's 35D breasts sway back and forth with my piston-like movements, I reached out and grasped her two large, white breasts, too big to fit in one hand, kneading them vigorously while also rubbing her already erect pink nipples with my fingers.
"Hoo hoo, how's it going, Mommy? Is my cock going well?"
"You still ask...ah, ah, you're making Mommy feel...so good I'm dying!"
Maintaining our lower bodies connected, I lifted my mother's upper body, then slowly leaned back onto the soft bed, so that she was straddling my penis, uttering lewd lines: "To keep going, Mommy's going to move herself."
"You...you're so bad..." My mother, already caught in the throes of sex, bit her lower lip, tears welling up as she shed glistening drops from the overwhelming pleasure.
To continue craving the stimulation from her son's penis, she braced herself on my chest with both hands, beginning to twist her slender waist, using her tight vagina to continue stroking her son's enormous penis.
My hands weren't idle either; one hand continued to knead my mother's large, white breasts, while the other reached to our already sticky, joined genitals, gently rubbing her smooth, white vulva and the swollen, engorged clitoris.
"Ahhh! Not there!"
"Where not there?"
I heard my mother's high-pitched, lewd cries, and I pinched her clitoris even faster. After she had lost the strength to continue moving her hips due to excessive pleasure, I continued to thrust upwards into her vagina with powerful force, pushing her to the highest peak again and again.
"I'm dying... Mom is dying... Ohhhh!" With a long, sharp, lewd cry, my mother reached her climax. Her clitoris, which was tightly gripping my huge glans, squeezed and squeezed, gushing out a stream of hot fluid that made my glans tremble.
But I was not satisfied with that, as I had not yet reached my limit. I got up and pushed my mother down again, and once again bombarded her vagina with my thick penis in a missionary position. My mother, who had already climaxed, could not bear it at all. She arched her back, rolled her eyes, and drooled uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, feeling extremely pleasurable.
I gathered my mother's legs together, vigorously kneading her slender, grey-stockinged feet with both hands, and inhaling the alluring scent of her soles against my face. Then, in the final few thrusts, I shoved her tiny toes, along with the tips of her stockings, into my mouth, gently biting them with my teeth.
Her sensitive feet arched, and her vaginal opening clenched so tightly it hurt my penis, finally stimulating it to the point of eruption. I began to ejaculate thick, lustful fluids into her vagina.
Halfway through, I released her stockinged feet, pulled my spurting penis out, and shoved it into her mouth, splashing hot, white semen all over her lower body and beautiful face. Then, I continued to ejaculate the last drops into her cute little mouth.
My mother, dazed by the climax, received my ejaculation from her alluring vulva to her flat stomach, her large, white breasts, her oval face, and her delicate mouth. She was completely overwhelmed.
Several minutes later, with a seductive expression, she slowly licked the semen from the corners of her mouth, swallowed it all with a gulp, and pulled me close from beneath her, whispering, "You naughty Yang, you've covered Mommy in your stuff again..."
Even though it was already the third time, it felt like a first-time burst. I was also surprised by my own enormous ejaculation volume; with each increasing incestuous intercourse, it seemed to be growing.
After catching her breath, Mom gently pushed me away and began cleaning my sexy body, which was now a mess of white, sticky fluid. Then, with a languid, sticky feeling after her orgasm, she said, "Baby, it's getting late. Hurry up and get ready to pick up your sister from school."
I glanced at the clock; it was already past 9:30. Without realizing it, I'd been having sex with Mom for over an hour. "Okay, I'm going now." Ignoring the thick taste of my semen still lingering on Mom's mouth, I smiled and kissed her deeply for a while before getting off the messy bed to go pick up my sister from evening study.
The night was dark, with a slight chill in the air. In our relatively remote community, on such a chilly day, we could still see a sky full of twinkling stars. It was
about a ten-minute walk from our house to my sister's school.
Although there's a bustling night market right outside my sister's school, the road leading to our community is practically deserted except for a few streetlights. Even the buses only come every thirty minutes or more, making the wait too long. Therefore, whenever my sister's evening study sessions go on for a while, we always tacitly wait at school for me to pick her up.
Mom used to drive her herself at night, but lately she's been letting me go out on missions. According to Mom, I'm an adult now and can protect my sister, so she makes me her protector.
But I feel like I'm more like a flower-destroying maniac… My sister doesn't mind walking home with her brother instead of taking the car. She says she's been sitting at school all day, so walking around and getting some exercise and fresh air is nice. She also thinks it's not good to keep bothering Mom to drive, since she's already tired from work during the day and should rest when she gets home.
Sigh, that's not really the case…
Maybe I'm saying Mom's legs are too weak to move because of me stirring her so much?
By the way, am I any better off? Every time, after a whole night of intense thrusting until my back ached, and I'd ejaculate several times, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, they'd still leave me to walk for ten minutes or so.
However, since I gradually realized that the girl I always walked with was also a beautiful "woman," that ten-minute walk became much easier.
It was a night like this, and I followed the familiar route, greeting the security guard at the school gate to say I was picking up my sister. I then walked through the dark school paths towards her school building.
My sister's school was a prestigious one, with a very large grounds. The campus was full of trees; it might be alright during the day, but at night it felt a bit eerie, like something strange might emerge from the depths of the woods. No wonder my sister always insisted I come in to pick her up. If Mom drove, it seemed like parents could just drive right in, right?
As I approached my sister's third-grade school building, even though it was almost ten o'clock at night, the lights were still on. Why are all these prestigious schools so twisted? I don't recall ever having evening self-study sessions at our school. A few students who really wanted to study would barely manage to squeeze into the library, while most, like me, either went home for dinner, slacked off, or went out for fun… Wait, what?
Upstairs, most of the classrooms were empty, with only one or two students still buried in their books. Reaching the floor where my sister's class was, I turned around and there was her classroom.
Just as I was about to go in and call her home, I heard a quiet conversation inside. Hearing the noise, I paused outside the door and saw a tall boy standing beside my sister's seat, talking to her in hushed tones.
Their backs were to me. For some reason, I suddenly took a step back, not rushing in to interrupt them, but wanting to hear what they were saying.
"Yuxin, can you look up and talk to me?"
"…"
"You read the letter I wrote to you, right?"
My sister didn't reply. The boy paused, then continued, "Stop making a fuss, it's my fault. Let's go back to how we were together."
What?!
So the letter I saw last time wasn't just a love letter at all, but a letter asking for reconciliation.
Overwhelmed with shock, my mind went completely blank. I couldn't believe my dear sister was someone else's girlfriend.
I knew that for high school students, having a boyfriend or girlfriend was perfectly normal, but deep down, I just couldn't accept it.
The thought of my gentle and sweet sister being held by another man, kissed on the lips, embraced in his arms, his arm around her waist, his hand on her leg… even…
everything went black. I braced myself against the wall with my left hand, almost collapsing, but accidentally made a sound.
"Who's there?"
My sister and the boy turned around alertly. I had no choice but to pretend I had just arrived and confidently stepped into my sister's classroom. As soon as my sister saw me, she smiled sweetly, quickly packed her reference books into her bag, stood up, and her slender legs in black opaque stockings swayed in her black flat shoes as she ran towards me, taking my hand and leading me outside.
The boy remained standing there, motionless, glaring fiercely at our departing figures as if a thousand knives were stabbing me in the back. My sister ignored him, simply taking my hand in her soft, loving touch as we continued down the stairs.
We didn't exchange a single word. Only after we had left the school building did my sister quietly release my hand and whisper, "Little brother...did you hear everything?"
It took me a long time to formulate my answer before I finally nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
My sister pursed her rosy lips, remaining silent, maintaining a delicate distance after letting go of my hand, walking alongside me slowly towards home. I wanted to ask my sister something, but I didn't know how to begin.
Having boyfriends and girlfriends was commonplace, and it seemed like it wasn't my place to comment. But if I did speak, what grounds would I have to ask—as a brother, as family, or...?
A silent tension hung in the air between us. My sister and I continued on our way, maintaining this frozen silence.
The day after that, I spent the entire day at school in a severely dazed state.
Although it was not uncommon for me to daydream in class, even my classmates could tell that I was acting particularly strangely today. The English teacher called on me to translate a sentence, and I replied with a trigonometric formula. The history teacher called on me to answer a question, and I told him it was a temperate continental climate.
"Yu Yang, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Xiao Yang, have you lost your mind?" "Oh." "Li Yu Yang has Alzheimer's , hasn't he?" "
Ah ." "Li Yin Yang has had too many women and got syphilis in his brain, hasn't he?" "Damn it, do you think I'm a toy if I don't talk?!" I gave each of them a thrashing elbow and sent them all away. I sat back down in my seat, opened the bento box I bought from the school store to eat lunch, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the short girl who had given me the love letter last time appear at the classroom door. I watched as she spoke to one of my classmates, a complete jerk, and he nodded before yelling, "Li Yuyang's love letter, brought out!" "Get out of here, you little brat!" Having taken down this lazy bum, I followed the girl to the phoenix tree where I'd gotten the letter last time. Even though she was alone this time, somehow I was more scared than when she came with her friend. "Um, um… I'm Lin Yuping from Class 4, Grade 1. Did you read the letter last time?" "Oh… um." "Um… what did you think?" This first-year student named Lin Yuping lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly together, turning white from the effort. She was clearly very nervous.

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