[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 37 Chapters

In the final chapter

, I felt a convulsion and sat up in bed, cold sweat pouring down my back.

A dream… this must be a dream?

“Brother…” I faintly heard Wen Ting calling.

This… is it still a dream?

Chapter One: Sibling Love, Section Nine: The Gentle Taste of a Quiet Night

. I jumped out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor, confirming I wasn't dreaming.

I went to Wen Ting's door, and from inside I could faintly hear a low voice calling, “Brother… you’re there…”

“Knock, knock, knock…” I gently knocked on the door and whispered, “Wen Ting, are you alright?”

I heard the rustling of the sheets and blankets, followed by the sound of a bedside lamp being switched on. Wen Ting must be awake.

Seeing no response, I asked again, “Wen Ting, are you alright?”

“I… I’m fine… Brother… can you come in?” Wen Ting’s voice came through the door.

I thought to myself, women are truly unpredictable. I just told her I couldn't touch her for a week, and now... Oh well...

I tried to open the bedroom door, but found it locked. I replied, "Your door is locked, I can't open it."

I heard Wen Ting get off the bed and unlock the door.

I slowly opened the folding door, and Wen Ting was already back on the bed, looking at me with a very complicated expression.

I had never seen her look like that before; there was resentment mixed with tenderness, as if she were asking me many questions.

I sat down on the round chair by the bed and said gently, "What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?"

Wen Ting fidgeted with a corner of the blanket a little uneasily, looking at me without answering and asking instead, "Brother, did you sleep badly? Was it because of me?"

I remembered the dream I had just had, and almost went over to hug her, to tell her how much I loved her, but at this moment I had to suppress that impulse, and said with a wry smile, "Besides you, who else could make me sleep badly?"

Wen Ting fell silent, lowered her eyes, and murmured, "Is that really true? I always feel... that one day, when you meet a girl better than me, you won't love me anymore."

I was stunned. Wasn't this the same worry I had?

Why had we both suddenly lost faith in this love? Was it because too many things had happened these past few days?

Seeing that I didn't answer, Wenting continued, "I saw my brother in my dream just now."

I gazed at her face, which was turned to the side in the lamplight, and asked, "And then?"

Wenting's eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled a little as she said, "You told me you had found your true love, and then you left."

I couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to gently grasp her trembling hand, asking, "Do you believe in dreams?"

Wenting shook her head, her eyes filled with tears, and said, "I don't know..."

My hand tightened slightly, and I asked, "Then do you believe in the promise my brother made to you?"

Wenting looked up at me with tearful eyes. I whispered, "I believe you..."

I sat on the bed, first wiping away her tears, then gently pulled her soft hand closer, tenderly kissed the back of her hand, and smiled, "I'm saying now that you are my true love, Wenting, do you believe me?"

Wenting seemed to melt at my affectionate gesture, looking at me and nodding slightly, snuggling into my arms, saying, "Brother, am I too suspicious, too petty?"

I reached out and gently stroked her shoulder-length hair, saying, "Perhaps it's because Wenting likes me too much?"

I couldn't help but laugh myself.

Wenting laughed in my arms, trembling like a little bird, and the somber atmosphere from before immediately vanished.

But, undeniably, Wenting's jealousy was indeed quite strong. Could this be because I held a very important place in her heart? However, I'll have to be careful in the future, especially when encountering other men. Otherwise, the consequences could be quite serious.

I tentatively asked, "Wen Ting, so now I don't have to forbid you from touching me for a week, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ting immediately pushed me away, scolding, "Are you trying to be naughty again, brother?"

I chuckled, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean that..."

Wen Ting covered her alluring thighs with the blanket, warily asking, "Then what do you want?" A smile played on her lips.

I shrugged, indicating "no harm," and sighed, "I just want to hold Wen Ting and sleep with her, is that okay?" With that, I slipped under the covers, my hands unceremoniously exploring her warm, delicate thighs.

Wen Ting seemed to sense something was wrong, and said in a flustered and embarrassed tone, "Brother, you're so despicable~" She twisted her body violently, kicking her legs repeatedly, trying to resist my advances.

"Wow!" My face was struck by her seemingly delicate but actually powerful kick, and my fierce attack immediately crumbled.

Seeing that her attack had actually worked, Wen Ting was surprised and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"

I peeked out from under the covers and said with a wry smile, "Wen Ting is really something... Looks like I'll just have to go to sleep... Hmm...?" After saying that, I realized something was wrong with my nose. I reached down and touched it, only to find that Wen Ting had kicked my nose and made it bleed.

Wen Ting quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it for me and said apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

I gently pinched my nose, leaning slightly forward, and waited for the bleeding to stop before laughing, "It was I who overestimated myself and dared to offend Miss Wen Ting..."

Wen Ting threw the blood-stained tissue into the wastepaper basket. Hearing my words, she chuckled and said, "Let's see if you dare to mess around again!"

I looked at her for a while and suddenly laughed, "Wen Ting may have a strong lower body, but as long as I use my upper body advantage..."

Wen Ting laughed and scolded, "Don't even think about it!" She then threw a pillow at me out of nowhere.

My nose had just stopped bleeding. I grabbed the pillow and smiled, "Okay! I surrender~ Let's go to sleep... okay?"

Wen Ting hummed in agreement, lying on her side in bed, her hands gripping the blanket tightly, her eyes fixed on me as if afraid I'd cause trouble again.

I lay down too, looking at her highly guarded expression, and couldn't help but laugh, "Wen Ting, can I hold you while we sleep?"

Wen Ting looked thoughtful, then resolutely said, "No!"

I asked again, "Aren't you afraid of having nightmares again?"

Wen Ting didn't answer, but closed her eyes, choosing to ignore me completely.

I sighed, turned over, said "Goodnight," and closed my eyes. This was partly to express my dissatisfaction, and partly to avoid the urge to "ambush" her.

I couldn't help but think of Mai Jingyan. Who was "that person" she mentioned? Did "he" have the same experience as me? What was going on? For a teenager like me, who should still be focusing on my studies, these worries seemed too heavy. However, my biggest concern remained my incestuous relationship with Wenting. Could we really withstand the test?

The problem lay with Wenting; she seemed to lack confidence in me. Are women inherently more prone to jealousy?

I unconsciously sat up, gazing at my sleeping younger sister. Her pure and beautiful face still held a touch of innocent childishness, which only enhanced her youthful charm. Every time I looked at her sleeping, I felt a sense of peace and contentment, unrelated to lust, but rather a heartfelt affection for my sister and lover.

"Brother..." The little beauty, who had been fast asleep, suddenly woke up and softly called to me.

Even in the darkness, I could see her clear eyes. A strange feeling crept into my heart; had she been pretending to be asleep all along?

"Brother, can't you sleep?" Wenting moved closer, her body still fragrant with youthful scent, and asked with her adorable big eyes.

I smiled and looked at her, giving a soft "Mmm."

Wenting reached out and gently touched my nose, asking, "Does it still hurt?" I still didn't say a word, only shaking my head with a smile.

Wenting moved closer again and whispered, "Brother, are you angry with me for being petty?"

I said softly, "From childhood to adulthood, have I ever been angry with you?" Even as I said this, I doubted my own words. Really not?

To my surprise, Wenting's eyes reddened upon hearing my words, and she reached out and hugged me tightly, bursting into tears.

"...Brother, I'm sorry..." Wenting sobbed, her petite and frail body trembling slightly in my arms.

I didn't really understand why she was crying, so I gently patted her back and said, "Silly girl... don't cry."

"All this time... Brother has done so much for me, but I..." Wenting buried her face in my chest, sobbing.

"Why are you saying all this? Wenting is my dearest little sister!" My tone was a bit like coaxing a child, but it came from my truest heart.

Wenting looked up at me and said, "But...but...when I know you're close to other girls, I...feel so painful, so sad..."

I shook my head and said, "Your brother will never fall in love with another girl." Then, I gently moved her a little away, tenderly wiping away her tears and tidying her slightly disheveled hair. I said affectionately, "You don't look pretty crying...Come on! Smile for your brother."

Wenting stopped crying, her red eyes, which pained me, fixed on me, a slightly embarrassed but beautiful smile appearing on her lips.

Unable to control myself, I kissed her on the cheek.

Wen Ting gazed at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and straddled my lap, her legs bent. She spoke with a mixture of affection and shyness, "Brother...I want...can I have it?"

Whether it was because of her crying or just my imagination, Wen Ting's voice sounded even softer and sweeter. Combined with her alluring posture and provocative words, how could I not feel weak all over?

It turned out that when Wen Ting wanted to seduce someone, the attraction could be so astonishing.

I reached out and caressed her warm, smooth thighs, smiling, "Then I'll gladly oblige!"

Wen Ting gently kissed my face a few times and softly said, "Brother, would you like to lie down?"

I didn't know what she was going to do, but her gentle words seemed to have a magical power that I couldn't resist, so I obediently lay down on the bed.

Wen Ting glanced at me, then slowly took off her clothes and skirt, revealing her curvaceous figure. Watching her undress, I was naturally aroused, and my hands roamed over her thighs again.

Wen Ting, naked, bent down and carefully removed my shirt and pants. Under her gentle touch, I lay on the bed completely naked.

Wen Ting knelt beside me, pulling down her only remaining underwear. I was about to sit up and hug her when she said, "Brother, don't move!" I stopped, my gaze lingering on her snow-white body.

Although Wen Ting was only fourteen, her looks and figure were already top-tier. While I hadn't seen countless women, I was certain Wen Ting was the dream girl of many men.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wonder why I'd never heard of any boy pursuing her.

After putting away her white cotton underwear, Wen Ting leaned over me and kissed my lips. My hands slowly moved down her smooth back, boldly kneading her firm, pink buttocks.

Suddenly, Wen Ting left my lips, moved to my feet, and even reached out to caress my penis. Her hands were soft and smooth, her slender fingers gently rubbing the sensitive tip. The feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Does it feel good?" Wen Ting asked as she worked on stimulating me with her hands.

"So good...it feels so good..." I sighed.

Just as I was immersed in the pleasure, I discovered that Wen Ting's amazing actions didn't stop there. She brushed her hair behind her ear, leaned down, and extended her tongue, circling it back and forth on my glans. Just watching Wen Ting's delicate tongue licking my genitals was enough to excite me so much that I almost ejaculated. The pleasure from the intertwining of my glans and Wen Ting's tongue poured out all at once.

"This...is too stimulating, isn't it?" I thought to myself. I vaguely felt that Wen Ting was doing more than just pleasing me.

Wen Ting's hands moved up and down, her fingers skillfully tightening and relaxing in rhythm, squeezing the edge of my glans wave after wave, stimulating my senses.

Then she stopped and directly took my penis into her mouth.

What scene could be more shocking than watching my own penis thrusting in and out of my beautiful younger sister's mouth? It was just too stimulating…!

“Huff… Wen Ting… I’m going to cum…” I gasped.

Wen Ting, hearing this, stimulated my penis even more vigorously. At this moment, Wen Ting’s expression was very focused and attentive, but I could see that she was suppressing her aversion to oral sex.

The pleasure in my body grew stronger and stronger, almost reaching the peak of explosion. I felt a tingling and numb sensation in my lower body, an extremely comfortable and pleasurable feeling spreading throughout my body like an electric current, and a warm stream spurted from my lower body into Wen Ting’s wet little mouth.

“Ugh…” Wen Ting probably couldn’t stand the disgusting feeling, stood up, and quickly ran to the toilet. I quickly stood up and followed behind her.

Wen Ting spat out the semen in her mouth and then rinsed her mouth with water. Seeing me come in, she turned around and said apologetically, "I'm sorry... Brother... I couldn't help myself..."

I was grateful and hugged her, laughing, "I really didn't expect Wen Ting to do this."

Wen Ting kissed me, but said solemnly, "Just this once~~! That's really disgusting..."

To be honest, when I heard her say "just this once," I was really a little disappointed, because oral sex felt so wonderful.

I lifted her naked in my arms, supporting her back with one hand and her thigh with the other, and smiled, saying, "So this time let's do it for real, okay?"

Wen Ting's pretty face turned red, and she nodded, but asked, "Brother, can you...do that again so soon?"

I "honestly" answered, "Just touching Wen Ting's naked body is enough to excite me endlessly."

Wen Ting reached out and pinched my cheek, scolding, "Brother is such a pervert!"

I deliberately brought my face close to her fragrant body, brazenly kissing her delicate skin, making her giggle repeatedly before asking, "Wen Ting, where do you want to do it?"

Wen Ting looked at me and said, "Brother, whatever you like... I don't mind..."

I held her and thought for a moment, deciding that going to bed would be more comfortable, so I went into my parents' room.

I had just placed her on the bed when I suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh... I forgot to buy condoms... I'll go buy some now..." After all, ejaculation inside the body is a dangerous act, a matter of life and death; one wrong move and someone could die, so it's safer to use a condom.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ting reached out and pulled me back, whispering, "No need, I'm still in my safe period..."

Since Wen Ting said so, I naturally wouldn't insist. I went to the bed, propped myself up with my hands, and leaned down to kiss her lips. Wen Ting reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue actively teasing me, her increasingly mature breasts pressing tightly against me.

When our lips grew tired from kissing, I pulled away from hers and gently kneaded her breasts with both hands. Wen Ting shyly turned her face away, remaining silent as I teased her sensitive body.

I buried my face between her breasts, pushing them inward with my hands, my cheeks immediately feeling the alluring sensation of being surrounded by her soft flesh.

I chuckled, "Wen Ting's breasts are so fragrant and soft." Wen Ting closed her eyes in embarrassment, not replying.

Under my stimulation, her nipples slightly erected, looking like cherries adorning the skin. When my tongue brushed against the pink tip, Wen Ting trembled as if electrocuted. I took the entire nipple into my mouth, repeatedly teasing and sucking on her sensitive center; my right index finger teased the other pink nipple like playing a musical instrument.

Wen Ting's face flushed, and her breathing became heavy and rapid.

My lips left the delectable cherry-like nipple on her chest, and I began to caress it with my hands, softly asking, "Wen Ting, how are you feeling?"

Wen Ting opened her eyes, looking at me with a slightly weak gaze, and gasped, "I don't know... please don't ask me such questions... umm..."

I moved my hands down to her thighs, caressing them, and whispered, "Wen Ting, spread your legs."

This time, Wen Ting not only turned her face to the side but also closed her eyes, her snow-white and slender legs obediently parting. My hands gently rubbed the sensitive area at the base of her thighs, gradually invading the flower garden in the center. I could clearly feel her heart beating faster and more rapidly with my hand on her breast, her tense body trembling slightly.

When my fingers touched that alluring crevice, Wen Ting let out a soft "hmm," and her legs instinctively closed.

I teased, "Wen Ting's lower body is indeed impressive; I haven't even made a move yet, but I've already been subdued."

Wen Ting retorted, "You're so annoying~" but slowly relaxed her body, allowing my hands to become active again.

I rubbed my fingers back and forth along the pale pink crevice, and Wen Ting's closed lips emitted soft "mmm..."

sounds. Even without sexual arousal and stimulation, teasing Wen Ting's body like this was still incredibly alluring.

After a while, Wen Ting's previously dry vulva became moist, and her tense and stiff body softened. When I inserted two fingers into the tight walls, Wen Ting cried out, "Ahhh!"

"Ah... oh..." Wen Ting's cherry lips parted slightly, writhing and moaning as my fingers moved, it seemed her body was even more sensitive than I had imagined.

I withdrew my fingers and gently parted her mysterious cleft. Wen Ting seemed to sense it, panting, "Brother... what do you want..."

I kissed her flushed cheek, then inserted my middle finger into the slippery opening, exploring the core of Wen Ting's senses.

"Mmm... Brother... I can't take it..." Wen Ting reached out and pressed my hand against hers, panting softly.

I thought to myself, perhaps this is still too stimulating for her, so I stopped and said softly, "Shall we begin?"

Wen Ting maintained her alluring posture with her legs slightly parted, her innocent face tinged with shyness, her hands clasped in front of her chest out of feminine modesty, and she nodded gently. That kind of look, unique to a young girl, was incredibly adorable.

I moved between her legs, pressing close to her soft, warm body, lovingly stroking her face, and with a slight thrust of my hips, the tip of my penis entered her moist passage.

Wen Ting, whose virginity I had just taken last night, immediately winced in pain, groaning, "Ah... Brother... it still hurts so much...!"

I knew Wen Ting's vagina hadn't fully adapted to intercourse, so I only went in about a third of the way.

With my silent cultivation, Wen Ting's lower body gradually adapted to my thrusts, and her brows relaxed.

"Wen Ting, is it better now?" I asked, maintaining shallow and slow movements. Wen Ting placed her hand on my waist and murmured, "Mmm."

The process of penetration continued in this repetitive manner. Whenever Wen Ting felt pain, I slowed down the speed and depth. Wen Ting's pretty face constantly changed, from initially wincing in pain, then looking dazed from the overwhelming pleasure, to finally being completely immersed in the joy of intercourse.

I didn't miss these subtle changes in expression; every look, movement, and glance of this beautiful girl captivated my heart, deeply etched into my memory.

"Ahhhhhh!" Wen Ting wrapped her arms around my neck, her delicate body swaying with my thrusts, sweet moans echoing in my ears.

Each thrust, each friction, each withdrawal brought us intense pleasure, burning my soul and body.

"Ahhhhhh!!" Amidst Wen Ting's slightly wanton moans, I increased the speed of my thrusts to the limit, pushing us both to the peak of desire simultaneously.

As this fire of desire burned most intensely, Wen Ting and I simultaneously released our essences, symbolizing our union, merging at our point of contact.

As I lay limply on top of Wen Ting, who was still panting, her limbs remained tightly wrapped around me, as if showing her dependence on me. I had exerted all my strength on her just now; even the ten-kilometer run at school hadn't left me feeling this exhausted.

But at this moment, my heart was filled with sweetness, tenderness, and the passion Wen Ting offered me. Perhaps only through sex can lovers truly express their love to each other.

We remained in our intertwined position, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The crucial

issue of "conceiving" suddenly became unimportant.

Lust can make one lose their reason—that's absolutely true—but as long as I could gain Wen Ting's love, I couldn't accept anything without conditions.

"Brother... I love you..." Wen Ting hugged me and kissed me, saying tenderly.

"Brother loves you too... I really, really love you," I whispered. This wasn't an exaggeration; it came from the bottom of my heart. It's a pity that boundless emotions are limited by finite language!

I suddenly felt that each act of intercourse brought Wenting and me closer, allowing us to better understand each other's thoughts and feelings.

Wenting glanced at the wall clock and whispered, "It's almost dawn..." Only then did I withdraw from her body, noticing the sheets were soaked with the secretions from our lovemaking.

I gently stroked the damp sheets and smiled, "This is proof of Wenting and my love."

Wenting smiled sweetly, looking at me and saying, "Would you like to sleep in my arms?"

The mere mention of "sleep" brought a wave of exhaustion. I gently pulled her into my arms, and we quickly drifted off to sleep.

It would be a sweet dream, wouldn't it?

(Chapter 1, Section 10, "House Village Boy")

The clear, melodious chirping of birds reached my ears. I opened my eyes; Wenting was still fast asleep in my arms.

These past few days were school holidays, so there was no need to rush to get up. Thinking of this, a thought struck me. "Wen Ting... Wen Ting..." I whispered in her ear.

My sister, who had been fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes, her warm body squirming in my arms as she said coquettishly, "Can't I sleep a little longer?" She looked languid and listless.

I gently stroked her face with the back of my hand and smiled, "How can you be so lazy? It's a rare holiday these few days, how about we invite Xiao Qi and Jing Yi to rent a place and have some fun for a few days?"

Hearing the word "fun," Wen Ting's sleepy eyes lit up, and she asked, "Where should we go to have fun?"

Looking at her excited expression, I immediately remembered that she hadn't had much entertainment growing up. Aside from the few extracurricular activities at school, she had virtually no opportunity to participate in physically demanding outdoor activities. This was largely because I didn't trust her to participate.

I replied, "How about Lamma Island, Cheung Chau, or Ping Chau? There are more things to do there."

Wen Ting sat up naked from the bed, excitedly saying, "Shouldn't we ask Qi-ge and the others for their opinions?

Oh…" She was momentarily carried away, forgetting she was completely naked, and her private parts were immediately exposed.

Reaching to pull the blanket over herself, she saw my burning gaze and scolded, "You bad boy! Don't look!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me.

I easily caught it, pounced on her, and pressed her body against the blanket. Feeling the fire in my heart burning again, I smiled and said, "Give me another chance, okay?"

"No!" Wen Ting giggled, trying to break free, but I pulled the blanket away and began to grope her.

Amidst the girl's coquettish moans, Wen Ting and I simultaneously unleashed our best techniques, engaging in a fierce battle on the bed. The final result, of course, was that the petite and weak Wen Ting fell into my clutches, her breathtaking body violated by my hands and mouth.

"Mmm... Brother... you're bullying me... Oh..." Wen Ting moaned, her slender brows furrowed, trembling weakly and panting under my teasing.

"Does Brother make you uncomfortable?" I whispered in her ear, my hands gently kneading her breasts, which I adored.

"Oh... I hate it..." Wen Ting groaned softly, her body limp and weak against me, as if all strength had left her.

Seeing that she had completely given up resisting, I became even more unrestrained in stimulating her sensitive areas.

Watching Wen Ting's snow-white body writhe beautifully, listening to her shy yet alluring moans, I could no longer restrain myself. I turned her over and mounted her.

After all, this was only our third time making love, and when she saw my "energetic" little brother, her eyes were still filled with unease and fear.

"Brother... don't move so fast..." Wen Ting said softly. Seeing that I was ready, she cooperated by spreading her legs and gazing at me.

I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and said softly, "I know. Just like last night, Wen Ting, if it hurts, you have to tell me. Okay?" Wen Ting tried her best to relax her body, biting her lip lightly, and nodded.

Just looking at her docile and lovable appearance, I felt a surge of sweetness and satisfaction. Who could be more worthy of my protection and love than the person in front of me?

With this feeling, my movements became gentler, more considerate, and more attentive to her feelings.

Since Wen Ting had given her body to me, I had an obligation to cherish her body and not let her get hurt.

In other words, I was using my gentleness and patience to gain her obedience and cooperation.

"Oh..." Wen Ting's body trembled slightly as I carefully inserted the head of my penis into her warm, narrow opening. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Making love with Wen Ting was an immense pleasure, for she possessed the most captivating beauty and figure of a woman; yet it was also incredibly strenuous, as I had to be gentle with her while attentively attending to her feelings. But it was precisely because of this that our lovemaking was so intensely satisfying and pleasurable.

This time, Wen Ting's vagina quickly became aroused, and she began to move her hips in perfect harmony with my movements, which saved me a lot of effort.

"Oh... ah... brother... kiss me..." Wen Ting gasped softly, her chest heaving rapidly. This time, she didn't close her eyes; her hazy gaze held a mixture of excitement and pain, perhaps because she hadn't fully adapted to the intense sensations of sex yet?

I lowered my head and gently kissed her soft, cherry-like lips, our tongues and bodies intertwining passionately at the same time.

It seemed that without any deliberate use of techniques, our tacit understanding was enough for Wen Ting and me to experience the most beautiful, sweetest, and most exciting feelings of sex.

"Mmm...uh~~~!" Although her lips were sealed, Wen Ting still let out intoxicating moans as I penetrated her.

Compared to making love, Wen Ting seemed to prefer and enjoy my kissing her.

When we were both almost out of breath from kissing, I pulled away from her lips, focused on looking at her, and began to thrust deeper and more intensely.

"Ah~~~ah~~~oh~~~!" Wen Ting could no longer withstand the overwhelming pleasure and began to moan uncontrollably. Her snow-white body was flushed with a charming blush from excitement, her parted thighs tensed and trembled with each opening and closing, and her brows furrowed.

The sounds of our bodies colliding, the "sizzling" sound of our genitals pressing together, and the swaying of the bed frame under the intense movements filled the entire room with the scent of desire.

"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~! Brother~! I... can't take it anymore... Ah~~ Ah~~~~!" Amidst Wen Ting's moans, which transitioned from high-pitched to intense, both bodies, burning to their limits, simultaneously reached their sexual climax.

"Mmm~~~~~~!" As I ejaculated my hot semen into my sister's body, Wen Ting let out a satisfied, joyful moan from her slightly parted lips.

I collapsed, lying beside her, watching the semen and vaginal fluid slowly flowing from her lower body, panting, "Now I'm really worried you'll get pregnant..."

Wen Ting nestled against my outstretched arm, seemingly without any concern for pregnancy. Her large, bright eyes darted around at me, and after a while, she said, "Brother, do you want me to go wash up?"

I smiled slightly, forcefully picked her up, and shouted as I walked towards the toilet, "I'll do it!"

Wen Ting protested repeatedly. When we reached the toilet door, I put her down, and she playfully pushed me out. In fact, it was a bit too late to make amends now…

It took her almost half an hour to finish washing up, and by the time we were all dry and dressed, it was already noon.

While Wenting was preparing lunch, I was in charge of calling Xiaoqi.

Surprisingly, he was much more enthusiastic than us. Upon hearing my suggestion, he not only exclaimed "Great idea!" but also immediately volunteered to take full responsibility for renting the place.

Xiaoqi had an unexpectedly wide network of connections; he even knew a middle-aged man who rented out holiday homes in Cheung Chau. He was always very driven and never left things unfinished (of course, this refers to doing what he was willing to do), so I told him to let me know when it was done and then hung up.

Just then, Wenting brought out a plate of fragrant fried noodles and placed it on the table.

After placing the two forks beside the plate, she asked, "What did Brother Qi say?"

I replied, "He's in charge. We just need to wait for his call."

Looking at the plate of delicious food, I asked curiously, "Is this instant noodles?"

Wenting picked up a clump of noodles with her fork and held it to my lips, smiling, "Try it."

I gently took her hand and ate the clump of noodles in one bite. I could taste the savory flavor of the shredded chicken and the aroma of the green peppers. It was incredibly delicious. I exclaimed, "It's so good!"

Wenting frowned and said, "Don't just praise it. Give me some feedback!"

Feedback...? To be honest, for someone like me who has never even held a wok spatula, being able to distinguish the flavors and aromas was already quite impressive.

I could only shrug and say, "I'm not a gourmet, what kind of feedback can I give?"

Seeing her puffed-out cheeks, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Can't I even praise you? Do you only feel happy when I criticize you harshly every time?"

Wenting wrinkled her nose cutely and gave a soft snort. Ha... she still looks like a little girl.

I grabbed another fork and started eating like a starving ghost.

Wen Ting still held her fork lightly in her right hand, her gaze fixed on me as I devoured my food.

I asked curiously, "Why aren't you eating? Are you on a diet?" My eyes began to scan her body from head to toe.

Wen Ting retorted, "I only weigh forty kilograms! Of course I don't need to diet!" Only forty kilograms? Really?

Seeing my incredulous expression, Wen Ting said somewhat angrily, "If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!"

Saying that, she really went to weigh herself. Hmm... girls seem to be very sensitive to these things...

I smiled and put my arm around her slender waist, saying, "Okay, okay, I believe you." Then I used all sorts of methods to coax this girl back into a happy mood, and she obediently finished her plate of carefully prepared fried noodles with me.

As the saying goes, "when you're full and warm, you think of lust," and since Wen Ting and I didn't have anything special to do, so...

"Ah~~! You bad guy! Let me go~!" Wen Ting screamed and struggled as my hands reached inside her clothes. I didn't know if she was genuinely protesting or just playing around. No matter how hard she resisted, she couldn't overcome my strong physique and extensive experience.

That's how lust is between men and women, especially lovers deeply in love. Once it starts, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, they'll seek pleasure in each other.

Ignoring her little fists pounding my chest, I carried her back to my parents' room and placed her on the bed.

Before making love, I always liked to carefully admire my beloved sister's face, from her hair to her toes, taking a good look. Every subtle change in her body didn't escape my eyes.

"Brother...don't you get tired doing that kind of thing so much?" Wen Ting asked shyly, tilting her head as I slowly undressed her.

I took off her shirt and bra, smiling, "When I want to do that kind of thing, I don't think about getting tired."

In fact, what man, burning with desire, would consider whether he's tired?

I gently kneaded her firm, elastic breasts, asking curiously, "Wen Ting, how big are these...?"

Wen Ting shook her head, saying, "I don't know... I haven't measured them... Mmm~~~"

I lowered my head and took one of her lovely nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.

Wen Ting's body trembled slightly with my movements, her light, thin breaths becoming deep and long, but she no longer stiffened due to tension.

"Brother..." Wen Ting suddenly cried out when my hand touched her warm, smooth thigh.

"What's wrong?" I stopped and asked.

Wen Ting grasped my hands and slowly said, "If I want you to stop now, will you listen to me?"

Hmm... this girl... trying to gain some control...

I looked at her and pondered for a long time, then slowly nodded with a heavy expression.

Seeing my gloomy face, Wen Ting chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She patted my cheek and said, "Just kidding! But next time someone tells you to stop, you have to listen to me!"

Heh... well... we'll see then...

I kissed her lips deeply and smiled, "Yes, ma'am!"

As soon as I finished speaking, my hands were already at work again, ravaging her delicate body. In no time, I had her blushing and panting. Just

as I was about to launch my final attack, there was a knock on the door and a shout: "Brother Hui! Open the door! It's me!"

Wen Ting, who had been moaning sweetly in my arms, giggled when she heard the voice, saying, "Brother, you can't be naughty now!"

I pinched her alluring breasts playfully, making her cry out, "Oh!" Then, looking helpless, she stood up and put on her clothes, forgetting to close the door.

The moment I opened the door, that bastard Xiao Qi barged in without any ceremony. As I sensed trouble, he was already in the living room, yelling, "My master's phone finally stopped working! I need to borrow yours... oh?" His gaze shifted to Wen Ting on the bed in my parents' room.

Wen Ting, already alert, pulled the blanket over herself, avoiding Xiao Qi's greedy gaze, and shyly called out, "Brother Qi."

I shoved Xiao Qi from behind, shouting, "Didn't you want to make a call? Go ahead and do it!"

Xiao Qi, noticing that Wen Ting was blushing but there was nothing to see, turned around and chuckled, "Don't worry!

I'll disappear after I'm done, I won't get in Hui-ge's way!"

He picked up the receiver with his left hand, dialed, and a sly smile appeared on his face, while his right hand gave me a thumbs-up.

Damn it! This brat! Should I kick him out?

Xiao Qi seemed to be calling Jing Yi, but I ignored her and went into the room, closing the door behind me. Wen Ting was already dressed!

Seeing me come in, she sat up on the bed, lightly brushing her disheveled long hair aside. Seeing my irritated expression, she giggled, "What's wrong? Can't I even put my clothes back on?"

The way a girl brushes her hair is truly graceful, especially for a rare beauty like Wen Ting.

I sat on the edge of the bed, one arm around her slender waist, my right hand caressing the smooth skin of her thigh under the covers, chuckling mischievously, "You'll just have to take them off anyway, won't you?"

Wen Ting pressed herself against me, letting me freely grope her long, slender legs. Hearing my words, she immediately pushed my right hand away, scolding, "So you're this bad, brother! Don't touch me!"

Because Xiao Qi was still outside, Wen Ting's scolding was soft, sounding somewhat like a young girl coquettishly pleading with her lover.

Just then, I heard Xiaoqi call out, "Would you two like to go to karaoke?"

I tightened my grip on her hand and asked, "Wen Ting, would you like to go?"

Wen Ting smiled slightly and said, "What do you think?" When she was at home with nothing to do, she liked to softly sing some pop songs, and with her sweet voice, it was a real auditory treat for me.

I kissed her and called to Xiaoqi, "Let's go too! When? Which karaoke room?"

Xiaoqi whispered a few more words and then said, "Mong Kok! Let's go now, is that alright?"

I had originally planned to go again with Wen Ting before leaving, but now I could only sigh as I looked at her. I opened the door, nodded to Xiaoqi, and said, "No problem!"

After Xiaoqi put down the phone, she still wasn't giving up and deliberately peeked out, seeing that Wen Ting had already put on her clothes and looked disappointed. Then she touched my angry glare.

This guy was incredibly shameless. He laughed and said, "I'll go pick up Jingyi. Let's wait at the station. Hui-ge, you'd better change your clothes so you don't embarrass everyone; as for Wen-ting, the less she wears, the better... Wow!" Before he could finish, I kicked him out the door.

Xiao-qi exaggeratedly yelled "Wow!" and then shouted, "Remember to bring your cell phone!" and disappeared in an instant.

Cell phone? Right... if he has a cell phone, why did he need to borrow one?

I then realized I had forgotten to ask Xiao-qi about renting a place, and cursed under my breath. At this moment, Wen-ting came out of the room and smiled, "Brother, you really need to change your clothes!"

I casually pulled a decent-looking t-shirt from the closet and put it on, then changed into a pair of jeans, and spread my hands, saying, "Is this okay?"

Wen Ting looked me up and down, then suddenly laughed, "Brother, you look like someone who works in a garage."

I snorted, "I hate dressing up, putting on makeup, and changing clothes. Wearing a school uniform is the limit of what I can tolerate."

Wen Ting moved in front of me, gently adjusting my clothes with both hands, and said sweetly, "Please don't do this, okay?

Appearance is a form of politeness!" Sometimes I don't understand why Wen Ting, who comes from a housing estate, is so good at "following the rules."

Even my parents don't teach us what appearance is!

Seeing her still patiently fixing my hair, I couldn't help but smile and say, "Wen Ting, you've made me look so handsome. What if other girls take a liking to me?"

Wen Ting glared at me and said, "Unless you break your promise... otherwise, I have nothing to worry about."

I pretended to be stupid and scratched my head, "What promise? Have I made any promises?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble.

Wen Ting lowered her head and said softly, "Brother... you..." Her voice was a little sob, and she actually started crying.

I hate seeing her cry, so I quickly hugged her and said, "I remember, sweetie, don't cry, okay?"

Wen Ting looked up and questioned, "What do you remember, brother?"

I readily replied, "I, Zhang Wenhui, will take good care of Wen Ting for the rest of my life!"

Wen Ting scolded, "Anything else??"

Anything else? What else? Zhang Wenhui, are you having schizophrenia?

Seeing my deep thought, Wen Ting scolded me playfully, "Brother, you're going too far!" and ran out.

I was startled and quickly locked the door and chased after her.

Chapter 1: Sibling Love, Section 11: Holiday (Part 2)

I had just reached the elevator lobby when Wen Ting had already entered the elevator. Just as the door was about to close, I sidestepped and slipped inside.

Wen Ting wasn't too surprised by my speed, only looking at me coldly. Behind me came the low sound of the elevator doors slowly closing.

This elevator was an old machine, incredibly slow, taking a full two or three minutes to reach the ground floor from our floor.

I slowly stepped closer to Wen Ting, who remained head down, offering no reaction.

"So easily angered by your brother?" I sighed.

Wen Ting remained unmoved, standing like a statue with her head bowed. I took two more steps, and just as I was about to touch her, she pushed me away forcefully, her voice icy, "Get away!"

I remained silent, ignoring her feeble resistance, and continued to push my way in. Behind Wen Ting was the steel wall of the elevator; she could no longer retreat.

I reached out and pressed her struggling hands against the cold steel plate. I lowered my head, searching for her alluring lips. "Let go of me!" Wen Ting shook her head repeatedly, trying to avoid my kiss.

Suddenly, I gently grasped her chin with my right hand and kissed her soft, pink lips deeply.

Wen Ting closed her eyes, pressing her lips tightly together, refusing to let my tongue intrude.

However, I let her go, moving my lips to her ear and saying, "Silly girl, how could I love anyone but you?" I then gently kissed her delicate ear.

Perhaps it was the ticklish sensation, but Wen Ting trembled, opened her eyes, and leaned her face against my chest, lightly punching me with her small fist, saying, "Brother...you're so annoying...you only know how to tease me!"

I took her hands, inhaling the scent of her hair. I said softly, "Aren't you angry with me now?"

Wen Ting gave a soft snort, neither laughing nor speaking. Ah, her pouty look was quite cute.

Just as I was about to tickle her to make her laugh, the elevator arrived. Humph, it's never this efficient before!

When we stepped out of the elevator, the old security guard was still listening to the radio and reading horse racing, completely ignoring our presence. Ha! Bringing someone like that back, if something really happens, I'm afraid he'll be more of a hindrance than a help. Just like what happened with Jingyi last time.

Xiaoqi and Jingyi were already waiting at the station. Seeing Wenting and me looking strange, Xiaoqi couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you two?" This guy was behaving very solemnly in front of his girlfriend; it seemed Jingyi really had an influence on him. Of course, I couldn't rule out the possibility that he was deliberately restraining himself because he wanted something from me.

I turned to look at Wenting, who had a tense face, and sighed, "Nothing, nothing! Even if something happened, it's none of your business. We've got a car!"

It took us more than half an hour to get to Mong Kok. Along the way, Wenting only talked to Jingyi and Xiaoqi, who were sitting in the row in front of us, completely ignoring me.

As for Xiaoqi, she kept giving me sympathetic looks, leaving me unsure whether to be happy or angry.

We finally arrived in Mong Kok. To be honest, I really hate places like this—crowded streets, deafening noise, even breathing in some fresh air felt impossible.

But Wenting seemed very excited, pulling Jingyi along and talking about this and that. Perhaps it was out of curiosity. Xiaoqi and I were forced to follow behind them, "protecting the flowers," to prevent all sorts of wild beasts from getting close to these two beautiful blossoms. Many handsome men along the way gave Wenting and Jingyi their stares, but when they saw Xiaoqi and me with our fighting spirit, they retreated like turtles into their flowerpot-like heads.

There were also quite a few older men who, under various pretexts, approached Wenting and Jingyi, these two seemingly unaware lambs, forcing Xiaoqi and me to unleash our long-hidden fierce nature to fend off these packs of lecherous old men.

I was secretly glad Wenting wasn't wearing a short skirt; otherwise, those guys' wolfish nature would have been even more obvious.

Xiaoqi seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of saliva; he could spout off any seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed argument, making me no longer dare question his A in his Chinese oral exam.

However, seeing the genuine, heartwarming smile on Wenting's face, I no longer considered this street-walking bodyguard a chore.

Looking at the bustling streets, I always felt out of place. I've always been a loner, and my secret relationship with Wenting only made me more withdrawn. Not for any particular reason, but simply to protect myself and Wenting. And the stronger this barrier, the less likely Wenting and I would be harmed.

Therefore, I tried to avoid contact with the outside world, keeping Wenting protected in my embrace, in a world that belonged only to the two of us.

But when I saw Wenting's joy at seeing the outside world, I couldn't help but reflect on who was right and who was wrong. Would this make Wenting happy? Wenting isn't like me; she's a dreamy, curious girl. Keeping her in a closed space, no matter how warm or safe, she wouldn't be content.

Just like when she was little, always living under my protection, all the restrictions I imposed on her actually hindered her growth. You could say her childhood was unhappy. She's like a flower in a greenhouse—beautiful, but also fragile, not because of her inherent qualities, but because people planted her in a greenhouse, preventing her from contacting the outside world.

Could I be the culprit who sheltered Wen Ting in a greenhouse?

"Hey!" Xiao Qi nudged me, saying, "We're here!" I snapped out of my reverie and saw Wen Ting, Jing Yi, and Xiao Qi all staring at me. I scratched my head, a little embarrassed, and said, "Let's go in!"

To my surprise, all three burst into laughter. I looked up and saw a yellow sign that read, "Pure and innocent schoolgirl, at your beck and call," realizing I'd fallen for their trick.

Xiao Qi, almost breathless with laughter, patted my shoulder and said, "Before you go in, remember to ask Wen Ting!"

Wen Ting was the quickest to stop laughing. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "What does it matter to me if he goes in?"

Seeing my embarrassed look, Jingyi came to my rescue, saying, "Alright, Yongqi, isn't that karaoke place you mentioned nearby?"

(Xiaoqi's full name is Liu Yongqi.)

Xiaoqi still wasn't going to let me off the hook, continuing to press, "Yeah, it's just past this intersection, but I suddenly remembered this place, maybe Brother Hui would be interested..."

I snorted, "You seem to know this area very well, you must be a regular here!"

Xiaoqi laughed, didn't reply, and led the way.

Unexpectedly, Wenting, who had been walking alongside Jingyi, suddenly slowed down, came to my side, and softly asked, "What were you thinking about just now, brother?"

I shook my head, saying, "I was just thinking about my own things."

Wenting probably thought I was retaliating for her deliberately ignoring me earlier, glared at me, and then caught up with Jingyi.

Nowadays, karaoke bars are all chain operations, becoming increasingly popular and geared towards a younger demographic.

We entered the neatly prepared room. The waitress placed several glasses of iced water and two plates of snacks before leaving.

The seating was arranged in two rows, with a coffee table in the middle, a large poster on one side, and a large television on the other. Below the television was a computer for selecting songs.

Wen Ting and Jing Yi deliberately sat on one side, while Xiao Qi and I sat opposite them.

Singing is definitely not my forte, not because I lack talent, but because I have absolutely no interest in holding a microphone and belting out a song.

Xiao Qi, on the other hand, rushed in before Wen Ting and Jing Yi could, grabbing the remote and pressing buttons non-stop. He seemed to be the one who loved to sing the most.

I had already witnessed his singing quite a bit; it had a style reminiscent of those "yi yi ah ah" folk songs. Wen Ting and Jing Yi burst into laughter, amused by the guy's seemingly enthusiastic performance.

After finally getting through his songs, he sat down and laughed, "Brother Hui, how was my singing? Did you hear the difference?"

I chuckled, "Yes, yes, you even heard the cold sweat."

Xiao Qi seemed to think I was flattering him and said with a beaming smile, "Now, it's Brother Hui's turn to show off your skills, not just a glimpse."

Jing Yi smiled and said, "That's right, I've never seen you sing before, Brother Hui!"

Wen Ting, sitting opposite me, just glanced at me without saying a word.

I waved my hand and said, "I can't sing..."

"You'll be able to sing after just one time!" It seemed Xiao Qi was determined to make me sing.

Jingyi handed a microphone to Wenting, and Xiaoqi, as if on cue, also shoved one into my hand, exclaiming, "Come on! This is a love song for duet, Wenting, you should come over and sing it with Hui-ge, all lovey-dovey, that would be proper!"

I glanced at Wenting, smiled slightly, and patted the empty seat next to me, saying, "Good girl, would you do me the honor of sitting down?"

Wenting still didn't speak, but obediently came and sat down beside me. I quickly took the opportunity to reach out and put my arm around her slender waist. When my hand grasped the soft skin on her side, Wenting trembled slightly, but didn't struggle, only giving me a sidelong glance.

Wenting's singing wasn't particularly outstanding, but because of her sweet voice, it sounded quite pleasant.

As for me, perhaps because I'd heard it so many times, my singing was passable. At least when it came to love songs, it sounded much better than Xiaoqi's pig-like voice.

After finishing her song, Wenting put the microphone back on the table and smiled, "Brother, you sang quite well!"

Xiaoqi clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "I didn't expect Brother Hui to be such a good singer! My admiration for you has only grown stronger!"

Jingyi also said, "Brother Hui is really amazing! He can even do vibrato!"

I laughed, "Wenting is the one who really sings well!" I leaned over and pretended to kiss her cheek.

Wenting didn't dodge, letting me give her a solid kiss on her smooth cheek, and softly said, "You naughty brother..." This little cold war finally came to an end. I guess so?

Xiaoqi looked like he was itching to sing, and like a hungry wolf, he pounced on Jingyi across from him, saying mischievously, "Now it's your turn to sing, Ayi!"

Jingyi looked like she was furious with him, but calmly picked up the microphone and started singing.

They sang like this, and before they knew it, it was already eight o'clock.

After we paid the bill and left, we ate dinner at a fast food restaurant, discussed the details of our trip to Cheung Chau the next day, and then took a bus home.

This time, the situation was completely different. Wen Ting, perhaps tired, nestled against me like a little bird as soon as she sat down, attracting envious glances from many men on the bus. I, in a show

of defiance, held Wen Ting's shoulders tightly and gently held her small hand. It was then that I noticed Xiao Qi and Jing Yi sitting properly on the other side. Seeing Wen Ting so docile in my arms, Xiao Qi's eyes burned with jealousy that I could almost feel the heat.

This time, it was my turn to show him sympathy.

Jing Yi seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere, smiled slightly, cupped Xiao Qi's chin in one hand, and kissed him. Xiao Qi immediately looked lightheaded, as if he had taken a soft drug.

I turned around, and Wen Ting, who was resting on my shoulder, had already fallen asleep. I gently brushed aside the few strands of long hair that had been ruffled by the wind from her head, gazing at her adorable sleeping face. Although the car was bumping along, she slept soundly.

Every expression on her face was so captivating, so worthy of my careful observation.

"You two, we're here!" Xiao Qi stood up and said.

I gently patted Wen Ting's face and said softly, "Wen Ting, we're here."

"Mmm...don't bother me...I still want to sleep..." Wen Ting said sleepily, looking adorable like a little girl.

I smiled and said, "Shall I carry you back?"

Wen Ting mumbled a sleepy "Mmm," leaning against my back and resting her face on my shoulder.

I carried her, supporting her thighs with both hands, and slowly walked out of the car.

Xiao Qi exclaimed in surprise, "So Wen Ting is such a sleepyhead."

Jing Yi smiled and said, "Brother Hui is so good to Wen Ting!"

Xiao Qi immediately smiled at her and said, "Ayi, if you fall asleep, I'll carry you home too!" Jing Yi glared at him but didn't say anything.

I said, "Alright, then... let's meet here again at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Xiao Qi nodded, took Jingyi's hand, and left.

When I returned to the vicinity of my building, Wen Ting, who was on my back, suddenly spoke up, "Brother, aren't you tired?"

I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, remembering the article she had written, and laughed, "Brother is your guardian angel! How could I be tired?"

Wen Ting said happily, "Brother even remembered that!" As she spoke, she kissed my cheek twice as a reward.

If I hadn't been carrying her, I probably wouldn't have remembered.

When we got home, I was about to put Wen Ting down when she smiled and took the key out of my pocket to open the door, saying, "Brother, you can only put me down when we get home."

I went inside, locked the gate, gently placed Wen Ting on the bed, and kissed her hand.

Wen Ting seemed to have been prepared for my kiss, and didn't struggle, allowing me to enjoy her sweet kiss and saliva.

As our lips parted, I suddenly remembered something important and exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

Wen Ting froze, panting, "What's wrong?"

I frowned, "I forgot to buy condoms, isn't that terrible?"

Wen Ting giggled, "Of course not, then you can't do anything naughty to me!"

I sighed, "Never mind, I have to get up early tomorrow anyway..."

Wen Ting sat up in bed, "Then I'm going to take a shower!"

My eyes lit up, "How about we shower together?"

Wen Ting readily replied, "No!"

I picked her up forcefully, humming, "You can't refuse!"

Then came a deafening scream from a young girl. (The following is a separate

section of the novel, likely a separate entry): Chapter 1: Sibling Love, Section 12: Holiday (Part 2)

****************************************************************************************** Author's Note: This story hasn't been updated in a long time, I apologize...^^' Although the responses are decreasing, this story will not be abandoned! (Firmly) It's just a matter of time... ( Sweating )

********** ... After a while, Wenting changed her clothes and came to the bedside again. Seeing that I was still lying on the bed like a dead fish, she suddenly pulled me up with her little hand, calling out, "Brother! Get up! Go wash your face and brush your teeth!" I was still a little dazed, and just as I was about to lie down again, I felt a warm and soft touch on my lips. Wenting kissed me on the lips. Mmm... Wenting's lips... such a soft touch... such a fragrant scent... so wonderful... After savoring the taste, I finally "woke up." I had just put on my slippers and was about to stand up when Wenting, like a tutor, pushed me to the bathroom, preparing toothpaste, toothbrush, face towel, clothes, shoes, and socks for me. It was as if she was even going to brush my teeth for me. Sigh... treating me like a kindergarten student. With a wry smile, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her meticulous care. While I was still getting dressed slowly and deliberately like a big shot, Wenting had already tidied up the messy house perfectly, even making the bed and sheets, and carefully checking if there was anything left undone... Sigh, we've only been away from home for a few days! Wen Ting, that girl, even rummaged through my luggage, like a mother packing for her son. She asked, "Brother...did you bring enough clothes to change into?" I unplugged my cell phone and replied, "Yes, I did...butler..." Wen Ting seemed to find something amiss and asked suspiciously, "Brother... why did you bring so many?" I put my wallet in my jeans back pocket. Hearing her question, I immediately knew what was going on. I came up behind her, hugged her, and laughed, "Of course, I'm taking them." Wen Ting blushed and stuffed the boxes of "things" back into her bag. She added, "I don't think I saw you buy any yesterday..." Well ...it's a long story... Last night, when I was sleeping with Wen Ting, she kept wriggling in her sleep, letting her alluring breasts rub against me. I was so hot and bothered that I didn't dare risk my "life" by not using condoms. So I slipped down to the convenience store, grabbed a few boxes from the counter, and tossed them to the cashier. Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever bought one of these things. After all that fuss, I finally got home and saw Wenting lying in bed, fast asleep, with a sweet smile on her face. I couldn't bear to wake her, and finally, with amazing willpower, I fell asleep myself. "Silly brother..." These were Wenting's first words after hearing my explanation. I kissed her smooth cheek from behind and laughed, "So, I should have woken Wenting up last night without a care and made love to her?" Wenting reached out and pinched my leg, scolding, "No! I mean you should go back to your room to sleep!" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "What if my precious little sister has another nightmare?" Wenting smiled at me but didn't answer, leaving me a little confused. She stood up and looked at the wall clock in surprise, "It's already 57 minutes!" "Brother, I'm late again!" Wenting complained as she ran, carrying her trendy big bag on her right shoulder. I slung a backpack over my shoulder and laughed, "We're only ten minutes late, we've been lenient." Wen Ting, a naturally obedient girl, glared at me and said, "How can you say that, brother? You set the time, being late is breaking your integrity, how could you..." Then she launched into a long, rambling explanation of the importance and value of integrity between people... Wow... enough already... On this matter of "righteousness," I, as the older brother, had no way to refute her... Finally, we arrived at the agreed-upon location, and as expected, Jingyi and Xiaoqi, who are always punctual, were already there. Xiaoqi was tenderly feeding the slightly shy Jingyi a sandwich. "Haha~~! Brother Hui is late again!" Xiaoqi glanced at me, a hint of mockery in her voice. "It's all my fault! Always so slow." Wen Ting stared at me with her big eyes, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment about being late on me. I shrugged and said, "Alright, now how do we get there?" Jingyi glanced at her watch and said, "The next bus doesn't leave for another ten minutes. You and Wenting probably haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" I nodded, and with a hint of ingratiation, took Wenting's hand and asked, "What does Wenting want to eat?" Wenting rolled her eyes at me and said, "Brother, don't you know what I like to eat? Never mind if you forgot." I slapped my forehead as if in realization, and dashed off. ********** When I returned to the station with a few pieces of "put chai ko" (a type of steamed rice cake), Wenting finally smiled. I gasped, "Sorry, all the brown ones are sold out." Seeing me so out of breath, Wen Ting gently took out a handkerchief to wipe my sweat, saying, "It's alright, I like both flavors." Xiao Qi asked curiously, "Isn't the store that sells 'put chai ko' in Shangcun? How could you be so fast?" I smiled mysteriously, "That's a secret." Wen Ting and I exchanged a knowing smile, drifting back to childhood memories… From childhood to adulthood, Wen Ting has always been the most precious person in my eyes. Nothing and no one can replace her in my heart. Therefore, whenever this girl makes a request, I try my best to fulfill it. Even if I can't, I at least want to make her happy. That day was a rainy morning. The frail Wen Ting had caught a mild cold and was bedridden, while I stayed by her side.

"Brother~~~ I want to eat Put Chai Ko (a type of rice cake)~~~!" Looking at Wen Ting's still-grown but incredibly cute face, coupled with her sweet, childlike voice that could melt anyone's heart, I naturally had no choice but to immediately go out and buy some.

"Me too!" Wen Ting, still with an ice pack on her head, pleaded sweetly.

I shook my head and said, "Be a good girl and lie in bed, brother will be back soon."

Wen Ting, still a child at that time, wrapped her arms around my neck, whining sweetly that she wanted to stay with me.

Although I was still hesitant, I finally couldn't resist this little sister, so I carried her on my back and headed towards the upper village.

When we came to a section of mountain road leading to the upper village, that section of road was under repair due to a small landslide yesterday.

Looking at the disappointed look on Wen Ting's face as she lay on my back, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered that there was a canal that went around to the upper village. So I asked Wenting to hold me tight, and I jumped up and down the slope repeatedly. After a lot of commotion, we finally arrived at the convenience store. What

I remember most is that when Wenting received the pastries she had worked so hard to buy, her first reaction was to kiss my cheek. The moist and soft touch is still vivid in my mind.

Back to reality, the four of us got off the car and went to the dock. After boarding the ship, Xiaoqi suddenly pulled me mysteriously to a spot where Jingyi and Wenting couldn't hear us.

The ship was almost empty, with empty seats everywhere, so we didn't get any complaints about sitting around.

I asked, "What's wrong? Why are you acting so suspiciously?"

Xiao Qi scratched his head, looking a little hesitant, and said, "I... I want Brother Hui to do me a favor."

Seeing his expression, I immediately understood and said, "It's about Jingyi, right?"

Xiao Qi grinned and said, "Brother Hui is indeed wiser than Zhuge Liang. I wanted you to suggest that the man and woman share a room later."

I said, "Of course, do you even need to say it?"

Xiao Qi said, "But I still want you to say it."

I shrugged and said, "Okay then!"

Xiao Qi continued, "There's one more thing... but I don't know how to say it..."

I frowned and said, "What is it?"

Xiao Qi's hand went back to scratching his head and said, "Jingyi and I... "Actually..."

Although he stammered, I still understood what he meant and exclaimed in surprise, "So you and Jingyi haven't..."

Xiao Qi sighed, "That incident left a shadow on her, so I didn't dare to be too hasty, so..."

I laughed out loud, and finally managed to stop laughing, "Brother Xiao Qi, you have such self-control?

This might be a great wonder of our village!"

Xiao Qi didn't take my laughter to heart and continued, "So as long as we can create some atmosphere tonight, maybe...maybe..." At this point, the guy's face turned red with excitement, making me a little worried that his animalistic nature might ruin things.

Then I asked, "Why 'we' instead of 'you'?"

Xiao Qi said, "As long as you and Wen Ting act a little more intimate, or make some noise, that'll be fine."

I glared at him and said, "Make some noise?! How could you even think of that! Wouldn't I be at a huge loss then?"

Xiao Qi frowned and said, "It's just noise! It's not like I'm asking you to do it with Wen Ting in front of me. Can't I even hear a sound or two?"

I snorted and said, "Of course, I can only hear it."

Xiao Qi clasped his hands together and pleaded with an unprecedentedly weak attitude, "Brother Hui, please help me this time!"

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll help you this time, but there's a condition: this time, the expenses...

you'll cover Wen Ting's and my share. But I still don't think that will work."

Xiao Qi said without thinking, "No problem, it's a deal!" It seems he has some methods, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed so readily.

Back in my seat, Wenting immediately interrogated me like a criminal, asking, "What did you talk about just now, brother?"

I hesitated, wondering whether to tell her the truth. If I did, she might immediately refuse, which would be unfair to Xiaoqi; if I didn't, she might be angry with me for ten days or so afterward. But upon closer inspection, how could she possibly know?

So, I half-jokingly whispered in her ear, "We were talking about how to help him and Jingyi get together."

Wenting was surprisingly quick-witted this time, gently scolding, "Thinking about naughty things again!" Luckily, she knew to whisper, otherwise, it would have been terrible if Jingyi had heard.

I quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "We need to help Jingyi overcome her trauma."

Wenting seemed convinced and asked, "So, what are your plans?"

I seized the opportunity, saying, "Xiaoqi said we can act a little more intimate... ha... not pretend, but act more intimate."

Wenting frowned, "Will that work?"

I reached out and stroked her thigh through her pants, saying, "That depends on Wenting's performance."

The delicate-faced Wenting seemed unable to accept my blatant violation of her sacred body, slapping my hand hard and exclaiming, "You big bad guy!"

I exaggeratedly exclaimed "Ouch!" causing Jingyi and Xiaoqi, sitting in front, to immediately turn around.

"We're here!" I smiled, gesturing for them to look out the window, and then took Wenting's hand in mine.

********** After settling into our room and taking our luggage, the group went to one of the beaches on the island.

It's rare to come to a place so far from the bustling city; with fewer people, the air felt fresher.

The city felt too smoggy.

I lay comfortably on the beach, while Wenting, who had changed into her swimsuit but was still wearing a dress, enthusiastically buried me in the sand.

This "live burial with my head sticking out" was unexpectedly comfortable; my whole body was enveloped in the sun-warmed sand, feeling cozy and cozy.

Although the sand wasn't as clear and fine as I had imagined, we still had a great time, especially Wenting, who was completely absorbed and excited.

Happiness always makes you feel younger, and Wenting's already childlike face looked even more like an innocent girl who hadn't graduated from elementary school.

"Crab...!! There's a crab here...!? Waaah... Don't pinch my fingers~~~!" Xiaoqi, who was trying to catch fish among a pile of rocks, cried out in surprise.

I closed my eyes, intending to take a nap on the beach, when I suddenly felt something was wrong. Xiaoqi held a small crab on my head with her fingers.

I struggled, but found I couldn't break free of the sand. I frowned and said, "Hey...you..."

Xiao Qi, with a mischievous grin, said, "Don't move, or these little things might pinch your face."

I cursed, "Are you kidding me? Playing with this?" I continued to strain my limbs in the sand.

Xiao Qi, seemingly not satisfied, placed two or three more small crabs on my face.

Wen Ting and Jing Yi, their calves soaked, came to our side. When Wen Ting saw the creatures crawling on my face, she asked anxiously, "Brother Xiao Qi, are you alright?"

Fortunately, the little crabs were quite sensible and crawled away from my face.

I suddenly struggled, smashing the sand pile on top of me.

"Liu...Yong...Qi...!" I said in a cold, deep voice, each word distinct.

When Xiaoqi realized something was wrong, I grabbed her.

"Waaaaah!!" Xiaoqi's scream echoed across the beach, mixed with the giggles of other girls.

************ We spent our first day on the beach, even having lunch at a small eatery by the sea.

In the afternoon, we bought a volleyball and played beach volleyball all afternoon.

Around six o'clock, the once azure sky turned golden, and the setting sun cast a soft red glow on the waves. I gently embraced the tired Wenting as we sat on the sand watching the sunset, a gentle ocean breeze blowing around us, the rhythmic "shush-shush" of the waves creating a romantic atmosphere.

Xiaoqi and Jingyi sat about ten meters behind us.

Suddenly remembering Xiaoqi's words, I leaned close to Wenting's cheek and whispered, "Wenting."

Wenting seemed to be affected by the atmosphere, tilting her beautiful face up and gazing at me tenderly.

I gazed at her pure face, seeing my reflection in her bright eyes, and felt as if I were the only one in her eyes.

My sibling-like relationship with Wenting faced more obstacles than typical romantic love, so when we decided to become a couple, our love was more intense and passionate than others.

Even disregarding our blood relation, a girl like Wenting was unique, enough to make me fall in love with her and possess her without hesitation.

At that moment, I had completely forgotten what Xiaoqi had said, and I tightened my embrace around Wenting, our lips meeting again.

Intimacy should be natural, for any couple in love, without any pretense.

But Wenting's passion exceeded my expectations; she not only responded with a warm, soft tongue, but also actively embraced me, pressing us tightly together.

I savored the wonderful, tender feeling of our intertwined lips, realizing I was already aroused.

Our lips parted, Wen Ting's face flushed. She seemed to only now remember where she was, and her passionate outburst that had made her oblivious to everyone around her. Shyly, she nestled into my arms.

I gently stroked her smooth cheek, leaned close to her ear, and chuckled, "Wen Ting, how many times can I do it tonight?"

Wen Ting jerked back, sitting up straight, and retorted, "Not even once!"

I asked curiously, "So Wen Ting doesn't want me to do it? Then woman on top is fine too!"

Wen Ting blushed even more, scolding, "Brother, you're so naughty!"

I patted her cheek, then turned my head, gesturing for her to look behind me. There, I saw Xiao Qi kissing Jing Yi's lips, Jing Yi half-heartedly letting him kiss her.

Wen Ting lightly pinched my arm, saying, "Brother… don't peek…"

I laughed, "They were watching us just now, now it's our turn to watch them."

Wen Ting rolled her eyes at me, annoyed, and began drawing words in the sand with a twig.

Xiao Qi seemed to have some skill; soon Jingyi stopped struggling and was even obediently cooperating.

Turning back, Wenting drew the characters "Hui" and "Ting" in the sand.

I glanced at Wenting and saw her smiling at me. On a whim, I picked up a twig and wrote the character "Ai" between "Hui" and "Ting" in the sand.

Wenting smiled sweetly and asked, "How do you pronounce these three characters?"

I pointed to the three characters with the twig and said, "Guangjun Ainü Ting..."

Before Wenting could playfully hit me on the head with the twig, I quickly said, "Hui Ai Ting! Zhang Wenhui loves Zhang Wenting!"

Wenting tapped my nose with the twig instead and laughed, "Fine, you win."

I threw the twig away, picked Wenting up in my arms, and ran towards the sea amidst her exclamation.

With a "whoosh," Wenting and I were simultaneously submerged in the cool seawater.

The refreshing feeling invigorated me, and then I laughed mischievously.

"Idiot! Fool! Big fool!" Wen Ting, soaked to the bone, angrily slapped my chest.

I put her down. Wen Ting, her hair wet, looked even more beautiful, and because her clothes were completely soaked, the curves of her body were revealed, which excited me again.

"Idiot brother..." After hitting me for a while, Wen Ting seemed a little reluctant to let go and snuggled against me.

I teased her chin, watching the glistening water droplets on her face sparkle in the setting sun, and slowly kissed her forehead, then slowly kissed down the contours of her beautiful face, her slender eyebrows, her delicate nose, her delicate ears, her smooth cheeks, and finally landed on her soft, warm lips.

We both closed our eyes, feeling each other's tenderness and passion purely by touch. We even forgot the slightly chilly feeling of the seawater; all we could feel between the sea and sky was our passionately intertwined lips and tongues.

This kiss was truly romantic.

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