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[Growth] (Part 3, First Semester) 

Chapter Three: The Source (Part 1)



Tears streamed down my face, glistening and clear. My sister stared at me with wide, beautiful eyes, a feeling I couldn't quite describe.

This was the first time I'd ever seen her cry, the first time since Mom's death. For a moment, I froze, wishing

nothing had happened, wishing time could turn back, wishing the tears would stop falling.



"Sister, I…" I stammered, unsure what to say. I'd done my fair share of bad things growing up.

Besides a driver and a housekeeper, there were only the three of us in the house. Dad rarely came home, and even when he did, he'd leave

quickly , even though I'd heard he made a lot of money.



"Sister, please listen to me, okay?" I gently wiped away my tears. "Sister, to be honest, after Mom

passed away , Dad never cared about us again. Nobody loves us. He said we should be strong,

he said we should be independent, but all I want is for him to come pick us up every day like the other kids' dads, you

know?" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "Every day... every day I hope he'll appear at the school

gate , but what happens? It's always Uncle Wang, every single time." I choked out, "And they even

... um..."



This was the first time my sister had kissed me first. Her little tongue was clumsy and shy, timidly touching the tip of my tongue,

not daring to linger. It seemed I had to take the initiative. I aggressively thrust in, and my sister let me do as I pleased

, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently, as if telling of the unspeakable

throbbing .



Later I realized that my sister was the one who suffered the most among the three of us. In that cold childhood, what

we needed most was love, a loving gesture, an indescribable feeling.



Tears still lingered in the corners of her eyes, carrying a faint sadness, yet within that sadness lay a

thrill of breaking taboos, a freedom of unbridled expression.



After a long while, our lips parted. They slowly separated, carrying a sense of desolation. I just looked at her,

at her tear-streaked face, gently wiping away her tears. I knew this was bitterness; all of us

were bitter.



Perhaps my actions had been too impulsive; a blush rose on her delicate face, like a tempting red

apple that made you want to take a bite. With beauty before me, and never one to be patient, I

secretly reached behind her, gently pulling her closer. She naturally closed her eyes shyly, letting me

take her .



Resting my head on my sister's shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of her flowing black hair, I whispered in her ear, "Sis, why are you

closing your eyes ?" My tone was full of provocation.



She opened her beautiful eyes, annoyed, "You... um..."



Before she could finish, my lips were already pressed against hers, only to be silenced by her pearly teeth. Seeing my sister's smug

face, her little eyebrows twitching, I suddenly felt a surge of anger. My other hand slipped under the hem of her nightgown, caressing her

alluring jade-like legs, white as jade, so striking in the darkness, contrasting beautifully with the moonlight streaming in from the window

.



"Mmm... mmm," my sister gently shook my wrist with one soft hand, but the more she did so, the more I

held on, my tongue pressed tightly against her teeth, as if saying, "I won't let go until you let me

in ." Clearly, my sister was no match for this little lecher, and had no choice but to give in. The tightly closed

door slightly opened, letting a red beast in—a decision she would definitely regret the most tonight.



My sister's hand kept shaking my mischievous hand, but it broke its promise and intensified its

teasing and playing with that private place that hadn't been visited in 11 years. My fingers traced back and forth on the inside of my sister's jade thighs,

teasing a feeling that might only exist in my dreams.



"Mmm...mmm...huff..." It seemed that this invasion didn't last long, so I took the initiative to release

my sister's mouth. Even I couldn't hold onto this kind of breathless wet kiss for long.



"You, you broke your promise...oh..." Don't put it any further in..." A charming expression appeared on her innocent face

, and my sister slumped into my arms, letting me do as I pleased.



"Sis, you seem... you seem to be naked... um..."



"Don't say that, you naughty rascal." Her small, white hand was icy cold, pressed against my burning lips.

Recalling the ambiguous scene from that afternoon, I couldn't help but think of my sister's soft hand. I immediately abandoned what I was doing, grabbed my sister

's hand, opened my mouth wide, and devoured four of her fingers, sucking them vigorously, as if I wanted to eat them whole

. I licked back and forth in the creases of her knuckles, and when I pulled out, my hand was covered in saliva.



"Still so naughty. Don't suck your own fingers anymore. If you really can't help it, then

... then..." My sister stammered, hesitant to



finish her sentence. "Okay, okay. You mean it." I chuckled, like a villain who had succeeded.



My hands caressed my sister's jade-like legs, from her crystal-clear toes to her perfectly curved, full

thighs, and then to the peach blossom garden beneath her skirt, the tender pink petals. I couldn't resist leaning down to smell her alluring

fragrance. I wondered where the sisters had learned this habit; they always bathed in milk.

Ningxue was probably the best at it. Once, she took me to bathe with her, and I saw that she not only added milk but also chocolate, with fruit pieces bobbing

in the water , making it look like a nutritious tea. Uncle Wang had to buy lots of

fruit every day because of this.



Did my sister do the same? Smelling the milky fragrance, I was momentarily stunned, then immediately

understood. I timidly asked my sister,



"May I try some?"

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