Three friends

This cold snap came unexpectedly, and so did this meal of ginger duck. A few days ago, the company held an event, and Peter and I were helping to inflate balloons at the venue. During a break, we sneaked off to a corner to smoke. Peter, being nosy, was holding a fully inflated double-walled red heart-shaped balloon when someone called him. "Hey, can I have this balloon?" We turned around, and I only knew it was a girl from the company. Peter is very popular with women, so I guessed it was someone he knew. "Sure," Peter said, "but in exchange for your hot dog." The girl was holding a hot dog. I looked her up and down. She had long, straight, shiny hair, a delicate, peach-blossom-red oval face, finely shaped eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes that, though not large, were very alluring. She had a straight nose, bright red lips, and a very well-proportioned figure. She was wearing a velvety short A-line dress and black knee-high boots—honestly, a very attractive woman. She actually traded that hot dog for the balloon and left happily. "Who was that?" I asked. Peter shrugged, indicating he didn't know. "Hey, manager," Peter said, munching on his hot dog, urging me, "Go back to being our fluid dynamics engineer!" The cold snap came the next day. At lunchtime in the staff cafeteria, Peter and I ran into the girl again. She ran up to us excitedly and reached out to flip over Peter's name tag: "Hi, what's your name... um, Peter." "And you?" Peter asked. "Candy." She tossed her long hair, and I thought she looked pretty. She ran off again. In the afternoon, I was making my usual rounds in the offices. I saw her alone in a secluded little room. I smiled and went in. She looked up at me and gave me a polite smile. "So you work in this department." I looked around the little room. "Yeah, why are you walking around all the time?" She only just noticed my name tag: "Ah! Manager!" She suddenly became reserved. "What?" I stared at her. "Have you never met a manager before?" "No," she said, head down. "I didn't know before." Afraid the atmosphere would become too tense, I blurted out, "Peter said he'd like to take you out to dinner tonight." "Really?" she exclaimed, "What are we having?" "It's cold, so we'll have ginger duck," I replied, improvising. "Okay, what time?" she asked readily. "I need to confirm with Peter," I said. "He'll come and tell you." I left the small room and returned to my office. Peter was busy with his documents. I told him I'd accidentally made an appointment with Candy. He laughed, and I urged him to go and confirm with Candy. He went briefly and returned shortly to say the time was set, and we'd go as soon as I got off work. Around six o'clock, Peter and I waited for her in the parking lot, and she appeared on time. We rode in Peter's car to a ginger duck stall a few blocks away. Peter ordered a few dishes at the counter and brought back a small bottle. "Is this okay?" he asked. I glanced at Candy; she didn't object. Peter had already started pouring drinks. At the roadside stall, we were using disposable plastic cups. Peter filled them to the brim and then raised them, saying, "Cheers!" I thought he was joking, but he actually downed his drink in one gulp. Impressively, Candy also finished hers in one go, so I had no choice but to follow suit. Once the drinks started, the conversation flowed freely. We chatted happily about everything under the sun, rambling without any inhibitions. I found Candy to be very outgoing, and Peter, always quick to tease, kept us laughing so hard we were breathless. I hadn't laughed like that in months since my relationship with Yu-hui had become strange. We talked about everything under the sun, without any regard for decency or taste. Candy and Peter both drank quite a few glasses; the atmosphere was lively. I told Candy I was planning to resign, and she seemed surprised. I said there wasn't any particular reason, it was just a personal choice. Candy was still puzzled, staring at Peter with those captivating eyes. Peter smiled and invited us to have another drink. "Hey! Bin, Peter, you didn't invite me for a drink!" I turned around and saw it was Tai. He sat down, and Candy immediately poured him a drink. "This is Section Chief Hong," I introduced them, "and this is Candy, she's... my sister." Tai, of course, didn't believe me, just smiled at us. He raised his glass and said, "I brought a friend, she's at the next table. You guys drink, I won't bother you." After Tai left, I saw Candy holding her flushed cheeks, lost in thought. It turned out she had overdone her drink with us earlier. "Peter," I said, "You take Candy and go first. I'll go find Atai and have a few more drinks with him, then Atai can drive me home." Peter understood what I meant and stood next to me, whispering, "Manager, could you lend me two thousand dollars to use first?" I counted it out to him and helped him help Candy to his car. Candy was already quite dizzy, but she still remembered to say to me, "Bye-bye... um... brother?" I smiled, "Bye-bye, little sister, cheer up." Peter slowly slid the car out of the driveway. I turned back and walked to Atai's table, where he had already filled his glass and was greeting me. The next day, Peter came into the office an hour late and immediately took out the money to pay me back. I took it and put it in my pocket, discussed the things we needed to accomplish that day with him, and then we went our separate ways to get to work. Before I went to patrol the field in the afternoon, I deliberately dragged Peter along. When we got to the small office, Candy saw us, and her beautiful face suddenly flushed red. She didn't dare look at Peter, only greeting me with, "Good afternoon, brother." I left Peter there and continued my patrol. When I came back, Peter was gone, so I went in to chat with her. I noticed that Candy was sometimes shy and sometimes cheerful, with many expressions in her eyes. Occasionally, without realizing it, I felt like I had fallen into her pool of autumn water. In the following days, I would go to her small room to sit and chat with her casually. I was surprised to learn that she was already thirty years old; I had always thought she was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, like Peter. We became more and more familiar with each other. Whenever I had free time, I would hide in her small office to smoke. Occasionally, we would have some playful intimacy. Like once, she deliberately kissed my cheek, saying that I wouldn't be able to explain it when I got home. Three weeks after I met Candy, the company held its year-end party. This was probably my last job before leaving the company. Peter and I were incredibly busy, and by the time the party ended, it was almost 11 PM. A few guys from the department that helped us clean up the venue invited three girls from another department to go to karaoke, and Peter and I were invited too. Peter was already half-drunk, and I drove him. He kept telling me about his experience working with me for the past year. Suddenly, he changed the subject and talked about Candy, saying he didn't want her to ruin our brotherly relationship. I found that statement intriguing; I didn't want to compete with him for a girl. That night at karaoke led to some more events, which I'll recount later. Then, I started preparing for my departure, but I still saw Candy every day. One time, I accidentally told Candy that Peter was jealous of me. Candy's face darkened, and I quickly changed the subject. In the past few days, I've received many invitations from various departments to farewell dinners. One of them, with Bush and the others, I got completely drunk. Bush works in the same office as us, but in a different department, and he's somewhat involved in the KTV situation, though it's not important here. After I got drunk, Peter took me home. This time, it was me telling him about Candy and my situation, and my feelings for him. I know I said a lot, but I don't remember most of it now. One thing I do remember is that I also made a phone call to Candy, rambling on about a lot of things. Then I passed out. A long, long time later, I woke up with a very strange feeling. I felt warm because I was lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a soft, thin blanket… and holding a beautiful body in my arms! But that was clearly not Yu Hui. Yu Hui was plump and supple; the one I was holding now was light and graceful, like a little bird nestled against me. She buried her face in my chest, and I didn't need to lift her face; just from her long, flowing black hair, I knew it was Candy. She was almost half-lying on me, and I knew we were both completely naked. My left hand was around her slender waist. Involuntarily, I moved my hand down, gliding over her tender buttocks. "Brother's awake?" she said softly. I didn't answer, but continued to gently stroke her buttocks, and she immediately shivered. "So sensitive?" I said with a smile. She tilted her head back, her almond-shaped face blushing, and gently pecked my chest with her lips. I raised my right hand and held her nipple-like breast. She didn't dare look at me, and used her fingertips to smooth my messy chest hair, saying, "So much hair, so wild..." "There are even wilder places!" I said. "Don't be so proud," she chuckled. "I helped you take a bath last night, but it was all show and no substance." "Oh dear...""!" I said, "How can you be sure when you're drunk? Come on, let your brother show you..." As I said this, I hugged her tightly and tried to roll her over, but she pushed me away with both hands, her face serious. "Wait," she stared at me seriously, "Brother, I have a question for you." "What?" "Last night, were the things you said on the phone true?" I stared blankly at her, my candy eyes sparkling. I swear I don't remember what I said to her on the phone, but I definitely know what I said. "Good little sister..." I hesitated. "Hmph," she playfully turned her head to one side, "You only speak the truth when you're drunk... Do you want me to get you drunk again?" I pulled her onto me, and she nestled softly against me. My throbbing member was moving along the inside of her thighs, making me feel incredibly hot. She still insisted that I confess my feelings for her. I held her tighter and slowly pulled her down, and of course, we began to make intimate contact. However, she wasn't willing to let me control her. She used both soft and hard tactics, coaxing and deceiving me until I confessed. I was already as hard as wood, the tip of my penis stuck to her wet, sticky mound. How could I bear it? Just as I was about to force my way in, she suddenly bent her knees like a frog, clamping my waist from both sides. This made it easier for us to connect, but her tightly bent legs effectively prevented me from pressing her down. I was extremely embarrassed, but she calmly interrogated me about my feelings. I was both amused and exasperated. After struggling to no avail, I agreed to have a smoke first, and then I would tell her. She obediently reached out to get me a cigarette and light it, glancing at me sideways. What was infuriating was that she slowly moved her lower body, causing my genitals to throb painfully. I really wanted to jump up and rape her, but her half-smiling gaze made me unable to bring myself to do it. I focused on gathering my thoughts, exhaling the last puff of smoke, smothering the ashes, and finally honestly confessed my feelings for her. I kept talking, and she relaxed all her defenses. We cuddled together, and as she listened to me, she let me into her body. Soon, I completely possessed her, or rather, she completely possessed me. We moved quietly, very slowly, of course. I was still pouring out my feelings. I don't know if it was my words that satisfied her, or my actions, or perhaps both. Candy's phoenix eyes were half-closed—my God, I swear they were the most alluring eyes I had ever seen—while she breathed softly, occasionally letting out a "hmm...uh..." sigh. The words in my heart flowed out from my lips, and finally, I finished speaking. Candy's intoxicating eyes lingered on my face. Beneath her, I began my assault, but she stopped me again, asking me questions about what I had said. Questions? Damn it! What a darn Virgo woman. I answered her with a pained expression, while searching for space to thrust. She didn't flinch, but cooperated by twisting her slender waist. I breathed heavily as I answered her questions, but they kept coming, probably testing whether I was lying. My engorged member proved I wasn't lying. Finally, she stopped objecting, perhaps because of my speed. I thrust upwards rapidly, and Candy's secretions splattered all over my thighs. She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound. I didn't force her, and we expressed our love with a steady rhythm. Suddenly, she convulsed a few times, then abruptly sat up, thrusting forcefully against me. I felt her intense contractions, binding me tightly, filling every cell of my being with pleasure. Only then did I truly see her exquisite figure. Candy was perfectly proportioned, her waistline incredibly alluring, her small, firm, round buttocks full of elasticity. I had secretly slapped them once at work, eliciting a coquettish reproach from her. Now, she let go of everything, joyfully riding me, and I felt as if I were dreaming. She placed her hands on her waist, tilted her face back, and her little buttocks swayed rapidly. Soon, she half-squatted, half-sat, tossing herself in the air, becoming increasingly wanton. I was deeply captivated by her; she was breathtakingly beautiful. I grabbed her hips and shook her wildly up and down. Caught off guard, she gasped, her body defiantly arching back, her long, flowing hair flying, her movements telling me of her pleasure. Candy finally reached her climax. No matter how tightly she tried to keep quiet, she cried out. She let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling, desperately trying to sit firmly on me. I decided to give her the final blow, bending my legs to brace myself on the bed, and thrusting in and out forcefully. Candy's cries were melodious, unable to bear it any longer, and she slumped softly back into my arms. I felt a gush of warm fluid flow onto my body, and then her very tight place relaxed, becoming a gentle trap. Oh, my lovely sister had climaxed. I stopped stimulating her for a moment, carefully holding her, gently stroking her shoulders, back, and buttocks. She slumped against my chest, regulating her erratic breathing. "Ah…" she said, "I love the feeling of being loved…" I nuzzled her tenderly, then suddenly remembered something. "Sister," I asked, "how did I get here?" Candy's face flushed again, and she glared at me. "How did you get here?" She spat. "Peter brought you!" "Peter..." I stammered, "He...he...you...I..." "Like a lisp?" Candy pressed her nose against mine. "You two have a weird relationship!" "No," I kissed her forehead, "It's because we both know the other likes you." Candy lowered her eyelids, looking thoughtful. Without warning, she suddenly said softly, "Brother, I want to show you something." She didn't get up, but reached into the bedside table and pulled out a document, a light red one, an ID card. She held it in her hand, showing me the front. The photo on the card was probably taken when Candy had just graduated, still looking very young. I saw her birth date; she was a little over twenty-nine. I wanted to take it, but she shook her head, turned the ID card around, and showed me her other information. Her household registration form was filled with dense writing, indicating she moved frequently. I also saw the names of her parents in the parentheses section, and... in the spouse section, there was also a man's name. I froze, completely surprised. Candy put away her ID card, pressed her face back against my chest, and neither of us spoke. "What are you thinking about?" she asked later. "I... I don't know," I couldn't answer. "We're separated, he's terrible," Candy said. "Terrible?" I asked, "How bad?" "He hits me," Candy paused, "every day." "Get a divorce!" I said, "Peter and I will help you with the lawsuit." "He won't..." Candy shook her head: "Let's not talk about this, brother. Now you know, we'll still be good friends, right?" I kissed her alluring red lips, and she licked my tongue. The part of me immersed inside her body began to stir again, throbbing and pulsating, causing Candy to tremble in waves. As her beautiful eyes gradually lost focus, I rolled over and pinned her down, my hands reaching down to encircle her waist, pressing heavily against her delicate body. "Oh..." she groaned. I became even gentler, slowly retreating to her entrance, then slowly, slowly pushing myself in, once, twice, ten times... a hundred times... Candy smiled sweetly, but she couldn't take it anymore. She swayed her round little buttocks, urging and welcoming me. I remained slow, and Candy grew impatient. "Brother... harder..." she pleaded. "Huh?" I feigned ignorance: "How hard?" "It's... it's..." She couldn't explain, so she stopped, grabbing my buttocks with both hands and pressing down. She arched her back, letting out a satisfied groan. "Oh..." I suddenly realized, "So that's how it is..." "I'm going to die..." Candy lightly bit my shoulder. Of course, it didn't hurt. I said, "Okay! It's coming!" Before I finished speaking, I thrust into her with lightning speed. All of Candy's expressions froze on her face, showing a confused and dazed look, and even her breathing stopped. After about half a minute, Candy suddenly came back to life. She first panted rapidly, then sighs like silver bells kept coming from her lips. Her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly, clinging to me and writhing desperately. I held her tightly too. The hot spot between us became more and more excited and wet. I attacked her like a storm. She writhed wildly like a snake. The final key was approaching step by step... approaching... We forgot about the troubles of the world and just fought each other. The end of the world finally arrived. Unlike before, Candy wasn't overflowing with hot soup. This time, her whole body was convulsing, her chest arching high, her beautiful depths transforming into a flower, its stamens constantly clinging to my tip. I couldn't resist any longer; I groaned and thrust into her even more forcefully. A surge of molten lava burst forth from the earth's core, bursting through all barriers and spraying into her narrow space, pouring into the deepest, most, deepest part of the honey well. We embraced, neck to neck, neither of us strong enough to speak, and soon fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was past one in the afternoon. Candy helped me take another bath, and then I called the company, asking Peter to replace Candy.Y asked someone to let him take a day off. Peter said he'd already taken care of it, and I told him I'd be in the office soon. Cnady straightened my clothes and tied my tie, then saw me to the door. She took my hand and asked if I'd remember her at the new company. I nodded, kissed her on the lips again, and then left her place. I went out onto the street; the weather was cold, but the sun was shining brightly. Of course I'll remember, my dear sister.

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