[Remembering a Good Family Series - The Sister Pays the Debt of Love for Her Younger Sister]

The elder sister repays the younger sister's emotional debt.

Life is vast and uncertain, with its ups and downs throughout history. Love and hate have been experienced, and even at the end, laughter mingles with tears. Years flow by,

month after month, life's joys and sorrows are hard to decide. I wish to walk alone through the stormy nights, you like a flower, I like a leaf, weeping and lamenting as a fallen

leaf. This parting is forever; where we meet again in the next life, tears will not cease .

In the swirling smoke, I keep chewing on these words, like chewing on a wound from the past.

Heartbroken , I take a sip of wine, yet I seem unable to overcome the intoxication. Half-drunk, half-awake, I remember something Mengmeng

once said: "If only we hadn't met, we could have lived our own lives, regardless of happiness or sorrow." If there were a chance,

there wouldn't have been that fruitless relationship with Mengmeng, and all that followed.

This destined Mengmeng and me to be doomed, because we were both moths drawn to the flame,

fiery beauties in the flames.

(I)

The beginning of love is always a vibrant and sweet time, just like my relationship with Xiaorui, a girl I

dated .

Before meeting Xiaorui, I had girlfriends come and go like a fleeting flower,

until I met her. I put away my playful heart and only hoped that we could quietly wait for each other.

After graduation, I decided to drift in this city. Years later, the pain of this drifting still lingers in my

heart . Holding Xiaorui, I felt a sense of warmth and home. Meeting Xiaorui was also a coincidence. A few years ago, there wasn't the exaggerated trend of mobile phone messaging and online dating

that is so prevalent on TV and the internet now . I met her because I dialed the wrong number and sent the wrong message . After that, we kept messaging each other every day. At that time, she was a junior at a university in the north of the city. After she sent me a letter, I saw her photo. She was an ordinary girl, just as she described. She didn't have an outstanding figure or appearance, but she also revealed a rare shrewdness typical of people from Northeast China. Seven days after we met, she gave me a cross-stitch kit, saying she'd spent three nights finishing it. I knew she'd accepted me as her boyfriend. Do people still stay up all night stitching these days? I think girls these days probably wouldn't, haha! 　　Couples in love are like children; they need constant pampering, companionship, and meticulous care . Admittedly, I still believe the feelings Xiaorui gave me were sweet and warm. Like many couples, we hugged in the street, kissed without a care in the world, and whispered sweet nothings. She said she was still a virgin and afraid of pain, so I didn't push her too hard. She gave me oral sex in different places and at different times—in her school classroom, her dormitory, and even in the woods outside the school. Women seem to be naturally gifted at oral sex ; her desire must have been very strong. I could reach orgasm just by stroking and rubbing her clitoris. In their girls' dormitory , I barely managed to sneak in after fooling the elderly woman who looked after the building. The other girls weren't there. We cuddled and got into bed. She diligently knelt beneath me, giving me oral sex. I stroked her long hair, occasionally squeezing her full breasts, a 36C. After leaving countless hickeys on my testicles and penis, I held her head and pressed it down hard, a surge of excitement washing over me as I ejaculated into her mouth. She didn't spit it out, swallowing it all, then nestled shyly against my chest like a kitten. 　　People say Northeastern girls are rough and straightforward, but Xiao Rui is incredibly thoughtful and gentle. If it weren't for her figure telling you she's from the Northeast, no one would believe it. She's incredibly caring towards me. With the changing seasons and weather, days with her are so happy, comfortable, and joyful. Even the are handled with thoughtfulness and comfort. It was precisely because of this that I couldn't forget her kindness to me even after we were apart for a while . 　　"The earlier the love, the more like a flame, the more likely it is to be extinguished by the wind." A little over a year after meeting Xiaorui, we faced challenges from her family and our current situation. She broke up with me. Although I was extremely reluctant, Xiaorui's attitude was resolute, so I had to accept reality. I had once fantasized about holding her hand, walking hand in hand forever, facing life's ups and downs together, but ultimately, it remained just a fantasy. Going to work, coming home, I still rush around alone, as if everything has returned to the past, only I don't know how to mend my chaotic heart. Xiaorui asked if we could still be friends after breaking up, and I firmly shook my head. Being friends? How could I bear it?! 　　That was my thought back then; now, I wouldn't mind just smiling it off. Love rises and falls like the tides, like a farce. The vows of "I'll cherish you for life" made when we were in love sound so jarring now. The woman I was once willing to waste my whole life for, has now left me. 　　Forever? How far is that? 　　Zixia Fairy said: I can guess the beginning, but I can't guess the ending... 　　Xiaorui said: We were a wrong beginning, there will be no ending... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(II) 　　Back then, I always believed that love would be the cure, but I didn't know that using new love to heal old wounds would not make the wounds heal. I was still suffering from loneliness and depression. Meeting Mengmeng was like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline. 　　After leaving Xiaorui, I wrote furiously, posting many words of remembrance for that relationship online. One day, a friend told me about a girl on a literary forum whose writing style was very similar to mine, and said he would introduce us. When I went to the forum, I was shocked. Behind the melancholy and sorrowful words, it seemed as if there were a pair of affectionate eyes. This was how I first met Mengmeng. After that, we wandered through those virtual worlds of words. Most of the time, she was a listener, hearing how much I clung to and lingered over my past relationship. To keep me from being overwhelmed by sadness, she would often send me playful emojis to cheer me up. I wondered what kind of story this kind and gentle woman had, but whenever I tried to coax her into talking about herself, she would always remain silent. At that time, since meeting Mengmeng, I had gradually forgotten Xiaorui's image in my heart. When I wanted to see what Mengmeng looked like , she said she was a dinosaur girl. 　　"A dinosaur and an old frog, so we're a family!" I joked. 　　"Go to hell, old frog!" 　　Days slipped through my fingers, and before I could even be surprised at how quickly time flew by, I found that my original memories were gone. During the day, whenever I had a spare moment at work, I would chat with Mengmeng. She always seemed unhurried.

We'd call each other before bed. Gradually, we became very close, talking about everything. I'd send her suggestive

or provocative texts, and she'd reply, "No wonder your articles are a bit risqué." I knew

she didn't mind; after a few times, she'd respond to my flirtatious words. When we were used to

making love over the phone or in texts, Mengmeng always seemed unsatisfied, either

letting out a long sigh at the end of the call or sending a text with just one word, "Sigh." Undeniably, her

behavior made me think she was a complete slut; many of the provocative words seemed unbelievable coming from her mouth

or texts. At the same time, I was immersed in this pleasurable sexual environment, fantasizing about pinning Mengmeng down and

riding her.

"Aren't you lonely, or do you love to wander?" Mengmeng asked wistfully.

"..."

"I want to see you tomorrow, can you come?"

Hearing her say she wanted to see me suddenly made me a little flustered. I'd asked many times before, always being refused; I never expected

her to ask this time. I dressed myself up to my satisfaction and went to the KFC near her house. I easily

recognized her. A gust of wind blew, ruffling a strand of her hair, and I was instantly captivated. Our eyes met, and time

seemed to stand still. It felt like a lifetime had passed, and all I wanted was to love her until the end.

Mengmeng was about 167cm tall, with a perfect figure. She wore light makeup, her brows furrowed, looking like she wanted to speak.

After a moment of awkward silence, she broke the tension with a chuckle.

"Oh, you're so eloquent online and on the phone, why are you shy now!"

Our first meeting was unexpected, and we chatted for an entire afternoon. During that conversation,

I learned that she already had a boyfriend, arranged by both sets of parents. She said he treated her well,

owned a company, and Mengmeng worked there. She said she didn't really click with the guy; he was more than ten

years older than her, and they didn't talk much, but he took good care of her. Hearing this, I felt a strange unease and

said, "You're such a lucky woman." A wistful look appeared in Mengmeng's eyes.

"Actually...actually...sigh."

I felt like I knew what she was going to say. I only learned later that Mengmeng's family and the guy's family had intricate

connections, and she was a very filial daughter, always obedient to her family's

requests . When I asked how she planned to handle our relationship, she sent me a line of

classical poetry: "Returning the pearl with tears streaming down my face, I regret not meeting you before I was married." Although I was unmarried and she was unmarried,

breaking down the barriers of her family and reality would be incredibly difficult. "Playing an ancient tune alone, only Chaoyun understands me," I

replied. I couldn't compare to Su Dongpo's romantic talent, but in my heart, I knew Mengmeng

understood me best, like Chaoyun, Su Dongpo's soulmate.

That winter, the warmth Mengmeng brought radiated from within. She was already planning to

confront , and I was looking forward to it. Unexpectedly, a few days later I learned that the man, trying to save her, had

his leg run over by a speeding car, resulting in amputation. She cried and told me that she had planned to tell me about

us that night. Less than a week after the incident, at my insistence, Mengmeng and I met. She came to my

house. A few crystal-clear tears silently rolled down her beautiful face, falling onto my shoulder, swirling like tiny

eddies.

"I have to take care of him. This is the last time we'll see each other. I'm sorry,"

I said, embracing her. We curled up together, like two babies in the womb, sleeping face to face.

When I woke up, I kissed away the remaining tear stains on her face, still seeming to taste the salty dampness. Like

pear blossoms , her bright, alluring eyes filled me with pity. She woke up, looking at me watching her, her cheeks flushed. I

gazed at her, a mixture of pity and desire. Seeing her cherry-like lips, soft as

orchids, I couldn't control myself. My hand reached out, and her paradise was already overflowing with desire.

"Give it to me..." Mengmeng called out.

Gently, I removed her clothes, revealing a perfect body before me. Her

tender vulva, the two delicate nipples on her firm breasts—it made my breath quicken. I slowly and

gently caressed Mengmeng's body, and she began to tremble slightly, letting out soft moans.

Her fair neck was already flushed. My lips pressed against her slightly upturned lips, our lips entwined,

like two lovers separated for a long time, or like saints tasting forbidden fruit for the first time. Our saliva exchanged, each sucking

on the fountain of life. Under my teasing, Mengmeng seemed to transform into a passionate woman, her face flushed red, her nostrils

trembling slightly, her beauty beyond compare. As I kissed her, I stroked Mengmeng's inner thighs. To

accommodate me, her legs involuntarily parted slightly. My hands gradually

moved , and when my middle finger gently probed her tender little opening, it was already increasingly moist.

I felt my desire expanding and swelling. With a soft moan, her passion was overwhelming, and her two jade-like legs climbed onto my

shoulders. I rubbed my penis against her labia a few times before thrusting in suddenly. The intrusion made

her cry out; her body was as hot as fire, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted over me, constantly stimulating

me to advance! I gradually increased the force of my thrusts. With each thrust, Mengmeng would automatically arch her

hips to meet my movements, allowing my penis to penetrate fully. Each time I entered, our lower bodies

collided violently, making a "thump, thump" sound.

Mengmeng's beautiful face was flushed with desire, her cheeks were rosy, her starry eyes were hazy, and slippery fluid kept flowing from the depths of her vulva.

I channeled my longing for her into strength, and we relentlessly ravaged each other's bodies, shifting between different

positions . Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis swelled to the point of bursting, as if about to overflow. With a powerful thrust, my ejaculation

suddenly erupted, a gush of hot fluid shooting out, thick semen gushing out like molten lava from a volcanic eruption,

quickly filling Mengmeng's wet, slippery vagina. Afterwards, we were both exhausted, embracing each other tightly.

Later, I vaguely remembered Mengmeng leaving with a resentful look in her eyes. After the man recovered from his injuries and was discharged from the hospital

for a , they got married. If our meeting was destined to be a mistake, why did it have to happen this

way? I felt like an outsider witnessing their love.

"If I hadn't met you, where would I be? How would my life be? Would I even be able to continue?"

Perhaps… I really miss this old song. People are perhaps just passersby in each other's lives; the passing

youth and those who come and go will slowly fade away. In the hustle and bustle of life, who can still remember that initial

feeling ? Even if there was a moment of heart-wrenching pain!

(III)

Later, Mengmeng stopped working, and we gradually lost touch. Once, she told me on the phone that her sister probably

knew about us, and I was a little worried. Every time I secretly called Mengmeng, she would

cry softly, leaving me at a loss. At first, we talked three or four times a week, then only

once every three or four weeks, and later, we lost contact altogether. Suddenly one day, that familiar phone rang again.

When I answered, I realized it wasn't Mengmeng, but her sister, who wanted to meet me to talk about something. Speaking of her

sister, she was a woman in her thirties with a young child. The sisters had a very good relationship; Mengmeng said…

I never hide anything

We started by chatting about her life and relationships, and she asked about my work and life. Then the conversation shifted to my relationship with

Mengmeng She said she could tell Mengmeng liked me a lot, but it was only temporary, since we

were both young and it was just a passing fancy. Then, drawing on her own experience, she appealed to my emotions and reasoned with me. At

the time, I was very unhappy with her words, and she sensed that. She even said I was a good catch and could introduce

me to a girlfriend, so why be so fixated on Mengmeng? Now, looking back on her words, I realize they weren't entirely unfounded. Reasonably,

I was young and impetuous back then, unable to distinguish between love and games.

Before my sister left, she told me helplessly that Mengmeng was being watched by her family, and that I had to go through her to contact

her. I vaguely guessed that Mengmeng might be planning to sneak out to find me, so my sister secretly

helped us, acting as our messenger. Through my sister, I learned that Mengmeng had gone to a southern city for a trip, planning to settle her affairs

in China before settling down abroad with her husband.

Mengmeng faded from my life like that. The last time I saw her was with her sister;

we exchanged a few glances through the car window before quietly leaving, the snowflakes falling outside. Yangyang, every

little detail melts into my heart.

My sister came back to me and gave me a picture of Mengmeng, with a poem written on the back—the opening paragraph of this

article . There was also a jade pendant, which Mengmeng always wore close to her body. She told me

that Mengmeng no longer used a phone; she had given her the old number. Later, my sister told me that Mengmeng had given birth, and I later

learned that they had gone abroad.

My sister's phone number was Mengmeng's, and they would occasionally exchange a few messages. They shared everything .

I learned that she was also experiencing a crisis in her relationship and was going through a divorce. Although she was more than ten years older than me,

because she took good care of herself, she definitely looked no less than 25 or 26. The woman was slender, with long legs and a shapely bottom. When we talked about

sex , she didn't shy away like a little girl. I thought she was lonely too,

her relationship with her husband was strained, and she was in the prime of her life—a woman like that is easy to seduce. She knew I

lived alone and asked what I'd eat when I got home. I said I'd make do, and if I was feeling diligent, I'd cook for myself, but it wouldn't be very good. I

then asked her to cook me fish sometime. She said meaningfully, "You're all alone out here; you have to

take care of yourself. I don't have a younger brother, only a younger sister, so I treat you like one."

This city has too many ambiguous stories, where the ending is known from the start—a hasty encounter,

a hasty declaration of love, not even a proper farewell before a hasty departure. Years of regret pass by,

waking on a morning without dreams, no longer heartbroken for anyone, and having lost everything. That feeling of love, day and night,

amidst the comings and goings of people.

One day, I pretended to be sick and called her, asking her to come visit

when she had some free time. She did come, and when she realized I was lying, she was slightly angry. I told her I really wanted to eat her cooking, and so pots and pans clattered as I started cooking

. That meal was delicious, and afterwards, my sister and I watched a movie and chatted. I remember it

was a South Korean erotic film called "The Lover," with many explicit scenes. Dry wood, raging fire,

the temperature in the room gradually rose. I noticed my sister seemed a little uncomfortable, her beauty radiating, exuding the allure of a charming

woman . I tentatively put my arm around her shoulder, without flinching, and continued kissing her neck.

My sister murmured, "No, don't do this." I understood: the more a woman says no, the more she wants it. After kissing my sister

for a while, she pushed me away, saying she needed to take a shower. She was indeed a woman who understood romance, helping me... She adjusted the water temperature, and I

prepared for a passionate encounter.

When my sister emerged from the bathroom, she brought a delicate fragrance, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Seeing

such a sensual sight, my primal desires erupted. I slowly removed her underwear, revealing a fragrant,

smooth, and supple body that dazzled me. A young girl possesses a delicate tenderness, while a mature woman has

her own allure. Seeing me staring at her like that, my sister shyly closed her eyes. I kissed her body passionately— her neck, back, behind her ears, breasts, down to her abdomen and waist—as if I wanted to devour her. I lingered longest

on her breasts , full and firm, showing no signs of sagging. 　　Her pubic hair was neatly arranged at her vulva; reaching in, I found it already soaking wet. I found her clitoris with my fingers, rubbing it incessantly while simultaneously probing her vagina with my middle finger. My sister was already aroused, gripping my thick... She stroked my penis, and soon she took it into her mouth, her soft tongue swirling around the head of my penis, her hands busy kneading my testicles. My sister exuded a rich, mature woman's scent, stimulating my senses. 　　I gasped, spread her legs wide, and thrust my penis into her wet vagina, pumping in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Soon she cried out loudly, shouting, "Harder, harder!" I increased the speed of my thrusts, each one reaching the deepest part of her uterus. The frenzied, greedy lust gradually drained her strength; she was drenched in sweat, her body trembling violently. But the impending climax overwhelmed her; she was in a semi-conscious state, craving my even stronger penetration , unable to resist my more intense thrusts. I increased the speed of my thrusts, pumping hard…

We climbed onto the floor, and my sister kept crying out that she couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take it anymore either. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled out

my penis and shot my hot semen onto my sister's pert buttocks. My sister, sweating profusely and panting, said that I had penetrated her too quickly...

Afterwards, my sister, languid and weak, looked blissfully happy as she hugged me and chatted, seemingly still savoring

the passionate pleasure of the moment. I also learned that her husband often had affairs and rarely came home; they had

been separated for some time. No wonder my sister's libido was so strong. Looking at the woman lying beside me, who had just been

writhing wildly beneath me, moaning and groaning, I felt a

mix of emotions. I decided to let her build her own beautiful world and enjoy this moment of pure and blissful illusion

.

My sister and I lived in opposite directions, one in the east of the city and the other in the west. During that time, she was also working hard on her career and

raising a child; it wasn't easy for her! I had even considered moving out of her and her husband's house and buying another one,

saying that it would be easier for me to visit her that way. My sister didn't mention finding me a girlfriend again, but at that time I was caught

between the love and desire of two young girls, savoring the immaturity and youthful body. My sister also told me

that several excellent men were pursuing her, but I thought it was nothing more than business deals. The second time we met

was more than two months after the first time. She said her computer hard drive was broken, and I said I'd bring it over and fix it for her.

When we got to my house, I easily fixed her hard drive and even copied a few pornographic videos onto it for her.

She said it might be the last time we met, and I didn't say anything. I held her, and our bodies rolled around on the bed again.

When my penis was fully erect, I pressed my sister down beneath me, then gripped it and thrust it into her vagina with all my might

, relentlessly thrusting and pumping. Soon, my sister's body trembled, her hair flying wildly... Love should be

passionate and intense, and sex should be exciting and intense. My thoughts were as she wished.

Seeing my sister's seductive and frenzied appearance made me thrust even harder, and fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids spread across the bed.

We thrust like this for over half an hour, both of us panting heavily, the air thick with the scent of desire. I picked

my sister up again, letting her legs wrap around my waist, sitting her on my lap,

supporting her delicate body only with my hard, erect penis, making her move back and forth, swaying up and down, enjoying the pleasure of being penetrated. Our two intertwined bodies

seemed inseparable, a dance of bodies unfolding, accompanied only by heavy breathing and shouts. Drops of nectar

were drawn out with each vigorous movement, the viscous fluid clinging to our joined bodies, slowly sliding down our legs. We were both

as if we had just been doused in sweat. That day we made love twice, spending over four

hours .

Her mature and alluring body could never hold my heart. I still longed for the mortal world, for those beautiful

colors , radiant faces, and warm embraces.

Later, I had less and less contact with my sister. The last time I saw her was when she fell seriously ill. Fortunately, the hospital was

just steps away from my workplace, and I went to see her during my lunch break. She looked noticeably more haggard than before;

she used to be a voluptuous and charming woman. A middle-aged man stood beside her; I doubted he was her ex-husband,

as she had already divorced him. My sister smiled and asked, "Do you remember Mengmeng? You've known each other for about a year now." I

reluctantly replied, "A little, I guess." This answer didn't reflect my true feelings; only I knew what I really thought. My sister

told me that Mengmeng was living happily in England, and that she and her husband had moved their business to Europe. She even gave

me Mengmeng's MSN number, saying that Mengmeng missed her friends back in China. After I left, I tossed the note with her MSN

into the wind…

The wind swirled fallen leaves, a desolate rustling, a feeling of helplessness lingering and swirling in my heart.

The images of Mengmeng, Xiaorui, and my sister—either popped up unexpectedly or were relegated to

the depths of memory by time. Love and pleasure are fleeting, and in the end, everyone is but

a drop . Before I knew it, time had slipped away.

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