Deep affection between siblings

The Asia Pacific Hotel was simply decorated, with damp stains all over the ceiling, and the facilities were even worse than the GreenTree Inn where they had stayed the previous night. To make matters worse, Yi Qiong had assigned her a double room. Half-drunk and half-awake, Yue Zhaoran was tossed onto the bed by the porters, naturally sprawling out in a "太" (tai) shape, feeling extremely comfortable. Clearly, he hadn't left a place for his sister to sleep. Yin Muning looked around; there wasn't even a sofa in the room, so she would have to make do in an armchair for the night. Only then did she regret not having eaten some high-calorie food at the wedding banquet.

With a sigh, Yin Muning saw off the porters who had helped carry her brother, locked the door, and began to undress him.

After being fed a couple of sips of water by his sister, Yue Zhaoran, probably feeling uncomfortable, slowly changed his position to lie on his right side, giving up half the bed. Yin Muning almost cried with joy, quickly lying down beside him, afraid that he would revert to his previous domineering posture in his excitement. The room's heating was only so-so, and Yin Muning still felt uncomfortable in her thermal underwear, so she simply added another blanket.

At 4:30 in the morning, Yin Muning was woken up by her younger brother. She sat up straight and, from his intermittent babbling, roughly deduced that he wanted to go to the toilet. Fortunately, he was more awake now, and although he still couldn't control his movements, he could at least stumble to the toilet with his sister's help, bracing himself against the wall behind the tank with both hands. The only problem was that he didn't have a third hand to get his penis out. Seeing his helpless state, Yin Muning felt that no one else could help him.

After a moment's thought, she solemnly tilted her head back, focused on looking in the mirror, and slowly slipped her hand into his underwear.

Teasing someone on a daily basis was one thing, but actually touching their genitals was quite another. As she passed through her brother's wildly growing black forest and touched his foreskin, Yin Muning recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

Although she had touched countless penises of various sizes over the years and performed oral sex on countless men, this unprecedented sense of taboo still made her somewhat resistant. The only consolation was that her brother seemed to have lost sensation in his genitals, showing no reaction to her touch.

Yin Muning took a deep breath, firmly grasped his limp penis, and guided it out of the opening at the front of his underwear, aiming it at the toilet in front of them.

"Just this once… just this once," Yin Muning whispered, dutifully helping her brother straighten the direction of his urethra.

If Yue Zhaoran had concentrated and quickly resolved his urination problem, she could have escaped this indescribable embarrassment; but she miscalculated. Yue Zhaoran, due to excessive drinking, couldn't control his urethral sphincter. And so, the siblings remained in the same position for five minutes, the droopy little thing still showing no sign of opening, and Yin Muning began to panic.

How to guide students with urinary difficulties seemed to be outside the high school Chinese curriculum, more like the school clinic's main business. Suppressing her shame, Yin Muning aimlessly stroked her brother's genitals, regretting not having attended a sex education course. Suddenly, she remembered a maternal and infant care manual she'd seen in a Xinhua Bookstore in the suburbs during her freshman year of college—that year, she had been eagerly planning to marry her first love after graduation, even studying a ton of parenting knowledge.

Thinking of this, Yin Muning felt no more regret. She smiled indifferently, forgiving her past self, and then began whistling in her brother's ear. Half-drunk and half-awake, Yue Zhaoran seemed to be back in his elementary school music class, where the dark-skinned, thin female teacher had her hair piled up and was constantly playing a dirty green harmonica. He felt an

urgent need to urinate, but he couldn't leave his seat. Even plugging his ears couldn't stop the shrill melody from drilling into his mind. What was worse, he could even recognize what she was playing—the first half was "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," and the second half was "Old Black Joe."

Finally, halfway through the third attempt, Yue Zhaoran managed to urinate, albeit in a trickle. Encouraged, Yin Muning remained vigilant, holding her younger brother in one hand and gently pressing his lower abdomen with the other to help him empty his bladder. The lingering effects of the alcohol meant Yue Zhaoran couldn't feel any liquid flowing from his urethra; the stream, reeking of alcohol, was intermittent and slow. After nearly three minutes of this, Yue Zhaoran was finally completely empty. Yin Muning breathed a sigh of relief, gently shook his urethra, wiped the warm tip with a wet wipe, and then put it back in its place.

After putting her brother back in bed and covering him with a blanket, Yin Muning returned to the bathroom to clean up. While washing her hands in front of the mirror, Yin Muning noticed her face was flushed, burning hot like a soldering iron. Upon closer inspection, she saw a dark mark at the corner of her eye, realizing she still had some makeup on and the wedding dust on her face. The scene kept replaying in her mind, she couldn't forget it.

Although she couldn't quite grasp its length, she could still sense that her brother's penis had an astonishing radius; to be precise, she had never touched such a thick penis before, and just touching its surface sent waves of pain through her lower body.

Though ashamed to admit it, Yin Muning knew after their first time in a hotel that she was actually dehydrated; no matter how much her boyfriend caressed her, her vagina was always dry. After overcoming numerous obstacles, her boyfriend finally managed to insert half a finger, but the excruciating pain made it impossible for her to continue.

Before experiencing sex, she had aspired to be a modern-day wife and mother, but the immense physical pain pushed her towards singlehood. Sex already terrified her, let alone childbirth. Every date with her boyfriend ended in disappointment.

Because of this, she tried to satisfy him with her lips and tongue, constantly improving her oral sex skills, even willing to let him ejaculate through deep throat. Unable to satisfy his possessiveness, her relationships always ended in failure.

In the dead of night, she imagined countless times what it would feel like to be actually penetrated by a penis, tossing and turning under the oppressive weight of sorrow, with only a cold pillow beside her. After her fifth heartbreak, Yin Muning finally became certain that no man could make her produce enough lubrication, so they might as well all die.

Utterly disappointed, Yin Muning began searching for prey among her classmates. In her view, high school students were both innocent and passionate, possessing immense courage and an almost boundless adoration for goddesses.

With a little seduction, it wouldn't be difficult to find reliable sexual partners. She had planned to start making her move when she returned home for winter break, but yesterday's legal education disrupted her plans. Her younger brother's earnest words echoed in her ears, forcing her to re-examine legal regulations and the traditional virtues between teachers and students.

—It was really not worth risking her and her students' reputations for something she didn't like.

If there were a way to relax without involving men, that would be truly…perfect.

Yin Muning thought dreamily, her hands unconsciously beginning to rub her nipples. She had always preferred black bras, which, without the need for elaborate lace, precisely outlined her pear-shaped breasts. Just like her perpetually dry genitals, her breasts had never provided any pleasure; no matter how much a man suckled, her rosy nipples would never harden. As for the rumors of premarital breast engorgement among her peers, she always treated them as jokes.

Her hand naturally moved downwards, soon penetrating her panties, searching for that little red bean among the dry petals.

Yes, only the clitoris was a woman's most loyal companion, always ready to respond to her desires. Yin Muning impatiently fiddled with it, pressing and stroking, her slender fingers moving up and down, creating a strange bulge in her panties.

For some reason, while masturbation used to be incredibly effective, today her desire burned ever brighter, perhaps influenced by the wedding atmosphere. Under the light, she carefully examined her hands; though delicate and elegant, they lacked size. If they were Yue Zhaoran's large hands, they could probably… After a brief moment of release in the bathroom, Yin Muning dragged her tired legs back to bed, unable to fall asleep for a while, so she lay on her side playing on her phone. She had intended to read the original novel of "Youth," but after a series of accidental clicks, she clicked on "Teacher is So Beautiful," and the obscene teacher-student romance immediately made her feel extremely ashamed. In this era of naked internet use, although she had already experienced the power of big data price discrimination, she hadn't expected that operators had reached the point where they could even read a customer's thoughts while masturbating.

After a sigh, Yin Muning decisively turned off her phone, temporarily cutting herself off from the world. Staring at the dark ceiling, she silently waited for the sun to rise, then naturally wasted another happy yet empty holiday.

Each morning was filled with hope, only to realize at dusk that today was nothing more than another day of gaining and losing. Between dawn and dusk, what was there left for her to cherish?

Exhausted, Yin Muning drifted off to sleep, filled with anticipation for tomorrow.

Perhaps terrified by a nightmare, Yin Muning sat up with a scream, large beads of cold sweat pouring from her forehead. She was momentarily speechless with fear, unable to call for help, and even momentarily forgot she could move.

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here." She felt herself lean against a strong chest, the powerful heartbeat reassuring her.

Yue Zhaoran held her sister tightly, his strong arms protecting her delicate body. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, but it seemed she needed her protection. A full minute passed before Yin Muning's breathing returned to normal, and she buried her head in her brother's neck without hesitation. His body itched from the friction of her long hair, but he dared not move, simply holding her quietly. At this moment, his sister was like a hollow porcelain doll; any extra touch could turn her into a pile of beautiful dust.

"I dreamt that our hair was all white. No lovers, no family, no children, you and I are both alone." Tears streamed silently down her face, landing on Yue Zhaoran's hands with a piercing pain.

"Don't talk about hair turning white, even if all our hair falls out, we'll still be together. We don't need anyone else." He hugged her tighter.

"Since we're born into this world, we can't live forever—someone will always go first, right?" "I promise you, sister. I won't let you go alone."

Yin Muning looked up, her tearful eyes capturing her brother's determination. In the dim morning light, Yue Zhaoran's face became inscrutable, his eyes difficult to see clearly. She trembled as she reached out her arm and rubbed it against his face repeatedly. The real warmth, the honest touch, and the tears that flowed in sync with her own. She didn't know how to rely on a man, but she could rely on her younger brother.

"I thought...I thought you didn't want me anymore..." She buried her head in her brother's chest and finally burst into tears.

Yue Zhaoran, thinking of their previous cold war, felt utterly ashamed; so he opened his arms, letting her beat him violently.

The storm had just passed, and Yin Muning quickly wiped away her tears; she felt much better now. Just now, she had clearly felt her brother's breathing quicken considerably; he must be burning with desire. More importantly, she could clearly feel his erection, almost bursting through his underwear. If she had felt some resistance last night, she was now completely uninhibited.

"Tell me, what are you doing now, little sister?" she asked with a mischievous grin, drawing on her brother's chest with her nails.

"I don't know, probably still half asleep."

Yue Zhaoran knew she wanted to make suggestive remarks, and he had the same idea. But the thought of the groom's appearance still filled him with a physical aversion.

Undeterred, Yin Muning brazenly climbed onto his arm, almost pressing her face against his burning cheek:

"I mean—the bride is already happy, but the poor bridesmaid is still single. What do you think we should do?" "What else can we do but go on blind dates? Our new colleague in the department, I think he was born in '98, and he's taller than me…" Yin Muning had no interest in listening to his nonsense. She grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. She thought he would be taken aback, but Yue Zhaoran was prepared. He pulled her close, scooped her up in his arms, and gave her a passionate French kiss. In terms of kissing skills, her younger brother completely outshone her previous boyfriends. Lost in passion, Yin Muning deeply regretted not confessing her feelings to him sooner. Even if ten thousand volumes of the Civil Code stood between them, she would burn them all.

After a long, deep kiss, the siblings reluctantly parted, stroking each other's faces before their fingers slipped down to her neckline. What Yue Zhaoran loved most was probably the fleeting sensation of his fingers running through his sister's hair. Yin Muning's heart was like that fragrant black hair, beautiful yet elusive. Only in the moment of physical contact did he truly believe her heart belonged to him.

"Sister...should we...go on?" Even now, Yue Zhaoran still asked the obvious.

Yin Muning ignored him, decisively pulling down his underwear, exposing his already erect penis to the air.

"Don't be shy, I saw it last night." She smiled teasingly, flicking the head of her brother's penis.

"I know."

Yue Zhaoran recalled the absurd scene of the previous night, his sister's incredibly captivating whistling making him laugh out loud. Fortunately, he was a man of principle, laughing while getting down to business, quickly stripping his sister completely naked. Since the siblings were both experienced, there was no need for the coy resistance of virgins. They perfectly coordinated in a 69 position, woman on top. Yin Muning spread her full legs, straddling her brother's chest, her dry vulva facing his face, while holding his penis with one hand.

"Let's make this clear first, we can only have oral sex, no penetration." Yin Muning emphasized her principle seriously, pointing to her brother's glans. "Even if you're aroused, you have to stop when I say stop." In any case, they had already crossed the line between siblings, so what difference did penetration make? Yue Zhaoran was speechless. He raised his hand and lightly slapped his sister's round left buttock to indicate that he understood.

"It hurts so much... Yue Zhaoran, are you even a man!"

Although Yin Muning didn't feel pain, she found the sound too shameful, so she retaliated by pinching her brother's glans with her nails.

Yue Zhaoran, being a man with a high pain tolerance, didn't mind her rough handling. He wrapped his surprisingly large hands around her waist, pressing her buttocks firmly against his face, and began to lick her beautiful, alluring vulva, gradually deepening the sensation.

"Uh..." Yin Muning couldn't help but moan; her brother's warm tongue brought her unprecedented pleasure.

She had never had any expectations of male oral sex. Neither technique nor patience could compare to female oral sex. Yin Muning had once sadly felt that men in relationships always prioritized possessiveness, while women were always driven by a desire to give. Until today, her brother's attentive service gave her a completely new understanding. His flexible tongue, of just the right size, rubbed against the inner walls of her vagina, satisfying her without causing pain. As for the exposed labia minora, her brother didn't neglect them either, caressing them with his fingers and tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Yue Zhaoran was very familiar with the female orgasm mechanism and didn't rush to stimulate his sister's clitoris. Instead, he proceeded gradually, starting with caresses of less sensitive areas. Once his sister's arousal reached its threshold, he then launched an attack on her clitoris until he brought her to orgasm. Yin Muning couldn't resist her brother's aggression and was so comfortable that she only focused on moaning loudly, completely neglecting his penis. The promised 69 position ultimately became a one-way service from the brother to the sister.

"Ranran... my good little brother... you're so good at... being a man..." Approaching climax, Yin Muning was incoherent. She felt her bones lose weight, as if she were about to fly away.

"Sister... I love you..." Beneath her wet vulva, Yue Zhaoran murmured incoherently to her lover.

The moment had arrived. Yue Zhaoran abruptly withdrew his tongue from her vagina and began intensely caressing her sister's clitoris. Like kindling meeting a flame, the small room was instantly illuminated by Yin Muning's burning desire. Amidst cries of pleasure, Yin Muning felt a spasm in her lower body, her lower abdomen and the tips of her labia tensing. The sudden stiffness left her unable to distract herself, completely immersed in her love for her brother—like a torrential downpour sweeping across the sky, she climaxed.

Coming to her senses, Yin Muning found herself lying in her younger brother's arms, her lower body a mess, still leaking pleasurable fluids; her brother's penis seemed even larger than before, clear, sticky fluid constantly seeping from its urethra, thick strands hanging down to the surface of his scrotum. Looking at her brother's menacing phallus, Yin Muning suddenly felt a surge of thirst.

"Sister, are you satisfied with my oral skills?" Yue Zhaoran gazed tenderly at his sister, his hands restlessly kneading her breasts.

"Your performance exceeded expectations, but of course there's room for improvement..." Yin Muning carefully chose her tone, as if writing an end-of-term report, "I hope you maintain a good attitude, remain humble and composed, and develop better habits in your future studies." Yue Zhaoran laughed happily, kissing his sister's lips again, his tongue lightly touching her teeth. Yin Muning tasted her own love fluids for the first time, and didn't find it disgusting at all, so she simply engaged in a passionate French kiss with him.

This tender affection aroused her again, and she couldn't believe how much fluid she was producing.

It seemed her supposed dehydration didn't need surgery.

"Ranran, why don't you... just put it in... I just realized how empty I feel down there..." She didn't like being proven wrong so quickly, but now was clearly not the time for coyness; the immediate priority was to stop the flow.

"Okay."

Normally, he would have mocked her for being fickle, causing her credibility in his eyes to plummet. But today was different; his attitude concerned his sister's happiness. Without a moment's hesitation, he decisively pressed down on her, preparing to penetrate her in the missionary position. His sister's labia were already soaked, her vagina filled with a sticky, natural lubricant, making fingering or oral sex unnecessary.

"Sister, please muster some courage." Yue Zhaoran calmly inhaled, guiding his rock-hard glans with his hand.

"Come in...come in quickly...hurry up!"

Overwhelmed by passion, Yin Muning abandoned her sisterly reserve without hesitation; now she was nothing more than a beast completely consumed by desire. She cast aside all fear of sex; this long-held wish was about to be fulfilled with her brother's help!

Accompanied by a deep growl, Yue Zhaoran slowly and firmly entered his sister's beautiful body. An indescribable feeling of fullness gripped Yin Muning's mind, burning away all her reason, leaving only wanton cries.

The brother didn't rush; first, he licked away his sister's physiological tears, then kissed her neck and collarbone incessantly. Only when her senses returned slightly did he continue his thrusting, rubbing his large glans against the most delicate flesh inside her body. Under Yue Zhaoran's gentle thrusting, her rarely visited vagina gradually relaxed, and more love juice gushed out, flowing along the walls of their joined flesh, marking the sheets of the Asia Pacific Hotel with an incestuous mark.

"Hug me... Ranran, please hug me..." Yin Muning felt as if the world was spinning before her eyes, completely unaware of what she was saying.

Yue Zhaoran, naturally, obeyed as if receiving a royal decree, inserting his penis deep into his sister's lower body, slightly lifting her back; then, gradually exerting force with his arms, he straightened her body, engaging in intercourse in a lotus position facing each other. Yin Muning felt the vibrations, feeling the foreign object penetrating deeper into her lower body, all the points she hadn't been able to reach before now being penetrated. Her body arched back forcefully, her alluring long hair flying wildly in the air, like a dark cloud that blotted out the sky, threatening to swallow everything in darkness.

Yue Zhaoran dutifully thrust in and out, not allowing himself to completely succumb to lust; in this moment of infatuation, he remembered to care for his sister's lonely breasts, alternating between sucking on her two pink nipples as he thrust his hips. Yin Muning screamed wildly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, completely soaking her and her brother's upper bodies. Losing her senses, Yin Muning suddenly lowered her head and bit her brother's left shoulder, fiercely releasing the pleasure of sex, while simultaneously digging her nails into his back muscles, leaving bloody welts.

Encouraged, Yue Zhaoran thrust even more vigorously into his sister's vagina. The

intense intercourse lasted for half an hour, Yue Zhaoran using all his skills to completely immerse Yin Muning in a boundless sea of desire. Yue Zhaoran suddenly stood up, using his arms to lift his sister's thighs, pressing her back against his chest, and penetrating her swollen vulva from below. This position was extremely exhausting, but it gave his sister an unprecedented orgasm. Sensing that the final sprint was approaching, Yue Zhaoran reluctantly lowered his sister's body and began to enter her from behind. At this moment, Yin Muning was completely oblivious to the shame of dog sex, focusing solely on enjoying the continuous thrusts from behind.

After the intense climax, Yin Muning could no longer make a sound, only tightly gripping her brother with her lower body; Yue Zhaoran, however, retained a sliver of reason, pulling out his penis just before the urge to ejaculate arrived, shooting his first stream of white semen onto his sister's back. Yin Muning, ignoring her brother's still-erect penis, eagerly took his entire glans into her mouth, savoring the mixed flavor, until she swallowed all the remaining semen from his urethra.

After the climax, the siblings, naked, embraced each other, silently staring at each other, seemingly back to their state in the locker room. Of course, this time it wasn't because of unspeakable inner turmoil, but simply because they were too exhausted to speak.

"Ranran. I love you," Yin Muning weakly confessed, tightly holding the panting man in her arms.

"What a coincidence. Me too." Yue Zhaoran smiled sweetly, burying his head in his sister's arms.

He had a dream. He had lost his own body and become that thin little boy again. He didn't know when it started, but he had gotten used to crying alone. Everyone hoped he was a brave person, but he only thought about how not to disturb other people's lives.

"Ranran, Ranran, don't cry—I'll recite 'Gao Tang Fu' for you, okay?" That day, accompanied by a rainbow after the rain, Yin Muning descended from the sky and entered his sight.

Four-year-old Yue Zhaoran only knew about candy, and he probably didn't understand what kind of snack a "fu" was.

Even so, he still tried to straighten his chest, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his dirty hand, and nodded to his sister.

"—In the morning, it is the morning cloud; in the evening, it is the passing rain. Morning and evening, under the Yangtai Terrace." Yin Muning, who was a teacher for the first time, smugly blinked her clear almond eyes, her slightly upturned eyelashes like she had drunk the morning dew. Her voice was high-pitched and bright, like a nightingale in mid-spring, each syllable making Yue Zhaoran's heart flutter with longing.

From that day on, Yue Zhaoran habitually misspelled "朝朝暮暮" (zhāo zhāo mù mù) as "昭昭慕慕" (zhāo zhāo mù mù). His public school language teacher, probably lacking the patience to understand the little story behind it, simply marked it with a red cross; his sister, his soulmate, had no interest in looking at his bruised and battered notebook. At that time, the siblings were still young, unable to comprehend the joys of love, much less the pain of unrequited love. If time could stand still then, Yue Zhaoran would rather never understand the true meaning of "朝云暮雨" (zhāo yún mù yǔ).

朝朝暮暮, such simple happiness. Yet this seemingly attainable happiness is something many people spend their entire lives trying to achieve but never attain. With the resolve never to cry again, Yue Zhaoran looked into his sister's eyes and earnestly made his first vow of the life:

I want to be with Yin Muning forever. Day and night, beneath the balcony.

As he grows older, many of the troubles of his youth fade with a smile. The more sensible Yue Zhaoran no longer pesters adults with endless questions like, "Why can't I marry my sister?" However, the vow hidden in his heart will one day shine brightly, illuminating his and his sister's path for the rest of their lives.

The joy of morning clouds and evening rain is ultimately for the sake of their companionship beneath the balcony.

The journey home is no longer against the wind, and even the scenery along the way seems lovely. The withered branches, dormant all winter, sprout new buds under the invisible caress of the spring breeze. Now, Yue Zhaoran's heart is free of anxiety, even though only three-fifths of his vacation remains. He loves everything before him; the winter sun shines on the silent earth, and tonight's dusk seems like it will never come. Yin Muning turns off the car's MP3 player, casually humming an unnamed tune, interspersed with a playful whistle or two. In the center of the back row, two faded red paper flowers sat close together, witnessing the happiness of the best man and maid of honor.

Of course, the owner of the flowers was no heartless person—they would probably be used again at the next wedding.

"So, should we get married together again next time?" "What do you think?"

[The End]

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