"After Seducing My Younger Brother" - ◆In the bathroom mirror

Shen Ling had mixed feelings.
Shen Jiahe was probably very young then, so how could he remember it so clearly? Could it be that the incident of her flicking his penis was a childhood trauma for him?
It's all her fault!
She silently added a note to her mental record of disliking Shen Jiahe: petty-minded.
The moisture fogged up the lenses, and Shen Jiahe took off his glasses, tearing away his refined and gentle facade.
He squeezed out the shower gel, rubbed it into his palm, and made it into foam.
Shen Ling observed his every move with the intensity of a death row inmate watching an executioner sharpen his knife, her heart pounding wildly.
Seeing her nervous expression, he couldn't help but laugh: "You're afraid to take a bath too?"
Shen Ling asked, "You don't do strange things?"
He stroked her small, delicate face with his foamy fingers: "What do you want me to do, hmm?"
She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she looked down and saw his hand slide down her neck, his palm gently applying delicate foam to her skin.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything weird?"
He smiled slightly: "I'll give you a bath, isn't that strange?"
"..."
Just because he was bathed by someone when he was a child, he wants to bathe himself.
Hmph, so petty.
He cupped her peach-shaped breasts in his large hands and kneaded them vigorously, especially the pink nipples, which he pressed and rubbed with his fingertips.
Ouch...it feels so bloated...
Because he plays basketball frequently, the texture of his palms when massaging his skin is slightly rough, like abrasive, and it makes him feel a little itchy.
The wicked fingers, still wet with shower gel, continued downwards, exploring between her legs, the fingertips inserting into her still-open vaginal opening.
The middle finger gently inserts and withdraws, while the thumb and index finger knead the two petals of the flower.
"Mmm..." She unconsciously tightened her grip on his fingers.
"I can't wash deeper." His penis was already erect, with a layer of shower gel foam on the shaft.
He picked her up, turned her over, and pressed her against the bathroom mirror. He held her slender waist with both hands, and his penis slid into her body more smoothly than last time.
Because of the height difference between them, he found her a low stool, stood on it, and pressed against her back to make piston-like movements.
She pushed him away, slightly out of breath: "You didn't wear a condom..."
"External ejaculation." Not many men like wearing condoms, and he promised he would never ejaculate inside her.
Shen Ling was pressed against the mirror, with the cold glass in front of her and his hot chest behind her.
The shower gel was mild minty, and when it was wrapped around the outside of the penis and inserted deep into her body, it stimulated the mucous membrane of the vaginal walls, giving a cool sensation.
She saw herself in the mirror.
A naked girl was held in the arms of a handsome, equally naked boy.
The boy's slender body undulated behind her, and a thick, red penis was clearly visible buried deep between her buttocks, then pulled out halfway.
As if moved by passion, the boy took her earlobe into his mouth, his warm, wet tongue licking every inch of skin behind her ear, sending tingling, electric currents through the areas he touched.
She turned her face away, unable to look any longer.
Witnessing intercourse in the mirror gave her a tremendous shock, a shock that transcended ethics.
This is her own younger brother.
How could she do such a thing?
First came the heartfelt excitement of infecting him, then the ashes left after that excitement had burned away.
People are easily caught in dilemmas and are most likely to regret their choices; she was no exception at this moment.
However, regret was useless. She could only follow the original plan, break through all moral shackles, and forge ahead even if it meant bleeding.
Afterwards, she collapsed into his arms, exhausted, half-awake and half-drunk as if she were drunk.
Shen Jiahe dried her off, gently carried her to bed, and covered her with a soft summer quilt.
The faint, silvery moonlight climbed up the windowsill and fell into the dimly lit bedroom of the siblings.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep, quickly drifting into a sweet, dark dream.
Shen Jiahe sat on the edge of the bed gazing at her, her eyes beneath her long eyelashes even more tender and affectionate than the moonlight.
He would only watch her sleeping face silently when she was asleep.
Almost every night was like this.
That's all.

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