[Wuxia] A Collection of Adult Versions of the Four Great Classical Novels (Complete) - 18

In the chapter about Baochai,

Baoyu, carrying two martial arts novels, emerged from the library building. It was the height of summer, the sun blazing down, its rays stinging his eyes, and he shielded them with his hand. In that instant, Baoyu suddenly remembered Jia Yucun's astonishing question that morning, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

That morning, Baoyu had been sitting on his bed in his dormitory, examining a dirty leather shoe, thinking it was unwearable and wondering what he would wear to the evening's dance.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Jia Yucun calling from the upper bunk. "What is it?" he asked. Jia Yucun, who was reading a book, stopped and said, "I want to ask you a question." Baoyu was greatly surprised. This Jia Yucun was well-read, and usually others were asking him questions; today he was actually asking him. So he laughed and said, "What question? Even a scholar like you is not ashamed to ask such a humble question." Jia Yucun smiled and said, "It's a question about women." Baoyu immediately understood. Everyone knew Baoyu was a renowned expert on women; if it was about this, he had come to the right person.

Baoyu crossed his arms and laughed, "Ask away." Jia Yucun pushed up his glasses and asked seriously, "Is the hymen similar to the flute membrane?" Baoyu laughed loudly, coughing repeatedly. Seeing Jia Yucun still looking at him with confusion, he suppressed a laugh and said, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you, but you'll have to lend me your 'Bullhead' brand leather shoes tonight." Jia Yucun nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course." So Baoyu had shoes to wear.

Thinking of this, Baoyu looked at the shiny leather shoes on his feet and couldn't help but want to laugh again. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps, and a girl walked gracefully towards him. Baoyu's eyes lit up. He saw that she had a slightly plump face, extremely white and delicate skin, and an excellent temperament.

As she got closer, the sunlight made her ears crystal clear, as if they were surrounded by a halo. There was a small mole beside her ear that was eye-catching.

As Baoyu was staring blankly, the girl walked over and nodded to him. Baoyu was taken aback; he didn't recognize her. A strange feeling welled up inside him, and an irresistible urge surged within him. He turned and quickly caught up, calling out, "Hey!" The girl turned back and said, "What is it?" Her tone was icy.

Baoyu froze, speechless, and asked, "Do we know each other?" The girl coldly replied, "I've long admired your name!" Baoyu smiled bitterly to himself; her "long admired name" was, of course, a testament to his reputation for being a womanizer. He watched as the girl walked away without looking back.

Baoyu was a hopeless romantic; the girls he liked had to have fair and delicate skin. Just imagining what it would

be like to strip them naked drove him mad. The girl he had just seen had skin as white as snow, a voluptuous figure, and that icy demeanor—she was exceptionally alluring, exactly the kind of woman Baoyu fantasized about. He was instantly captivated, his old ailment returning. In a daze, he returned to his dormitory and stumbled in. Suddenly, he felt something dark fly towards his left eye. He quickly turned his head to avoid it, only to find his roommate Xue Pan hiding behind the door, practicing with dumbbells. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have definitely bruised his forehead. Xue Pan grinned at him, but Baoyu had something on his mind and didn't bother to argue. He lay down on the bed and didn't move.

Two days later, it was the weekend. Everyone in the dormitory scattered like birds and beasts. Jia Yucun had also gone to the city to browse bookstores. Baoyu suddenly remembered that Teacher Xue had invited him to his house for dinner that day, so he hurried over.

Teacher Xue was his high school Chinese teacher, who had now been transferred back to his hometown in the provincial capital. When Baoyu arrived at Teacher Xue's house, a girl of about twelve or thirteen opened the door. It was Teacher Xue's daughter, Baoqin. Seeing him, she smiled secretly, stepped aside to let him in, and then called out loudly, "Dad, Brother Baoyu is here!" Baoyu wondered what she was up to. He only heard Teacher Xue respond from inside, emerge from the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist, his hands shaking with water, and say with a smile, "There's someone you know today. Come in and see." He pointed towards his daughter's room. Baoyu walked to the door and saw three unfamiliar girls sitting together; he didn't recognize any of them.

Just as he was wondering, he heard a soft voice behind him: "Excuse me." Baoyu quickly stepped aside, and a girl carrying fruit and snacks brushed past him. Baoyu was greatly surprised; it was the girl he had met in front of the library a couple of days ago. She glanced at him indifferently, not surprised at all, as if she had known he was coming.

Baoyu braced himself and went in. Seeing that the room was full, he could only sit down sullenly next to the girl. He wondered if the "person you know today" that Teacher Xue mentioned was her. But he had only met her a few days ago. He was puzzled but didn't dare ask.

Seeing that the girls seemed quite familiar with each other and were chatting animatedly, he couldn't get a word in edgewise, so he just kept his head down, munching on peanuts and melon seeds. After a while, he suddenly realized there was a high pile of melon and fruit peels in front of him, quite an eyesore, making him look like a glutton, and he felt uncomfortable. So he went to the outer balcony alone. Finally, he saw Baoqin come out of the room and quickly called out to her, asking who the girl was. Baoqin smiled and said, "You don't know her?" before walking away. Baoyu gritted his teeth in anger.

A while later, dinner was served, and everyone sat around a large round table. The girl sat opposite Baoyu, smiling slightly. Teacher Xue pointed at the girl and laughed, "You really don't recognize her?" Baoyu looked at the girl more closely, but still couldn't remember. His face flushed, he said, "I'm sorry… you are… hehe." He still didn't recognize her.

Teacher Xue laughed heartily, "Have you forgotten I have a niece?" Baoyu suddenly realized, opened his mouth wide, pointed at the girl, and after a long pause exclaimed, "You little brat!" Then he realized it was inappropriate; she was already a young lady, and he wasn't sure if she still had the same temper. His face flushed. Sure enough,

the girl only nodded, smiled faintly, and called out, "Stone," before falling silent.

Stone was Baoyu's nickname. It turned out the girl's name was Xue Baochai, and she and Baoyu had been classmates and deskmates from third grade to seventh grade. Later, her family moved to the provincial capital. Back then, because she was small and thin, her classmates called her "Little One," but she was very stubborn and uncompromising, often fighting with Baoyu. Baoyu would pull her ear, and he had a deep impression of the small mole beside her ear. Despite the fights, over time their relationship grew quite good; Baochai even cried terribly when she transferred schools. Unexpectedly, after so many years, the little girl from back then had grown into such a beautiful and voluptuous young woman. No wonder Baoyu couldn't recognize her at all.

Seeing that she was indeed less lively than she had been as a child, Baoyu didn't dare to be too overly enthusiastic or approachable. It wasn't until after dinner, when Baochai was standing alone on the balcony, that Baoyu approached her and asked, "How did you recognize me?" Baochai smiled gently, saying the same thing as before, "I've long admired your name." Baoyu blushed, realizing she knew all about his behavior at school.

After that day, Baoyu knew Baochai was in the same school and paid extra attention to her every day, but many days passed without him seeing her, leaving him feeling depressed. Then one evening after self-study, he and Xue Pan got drunk outside the school. As they walked back, passing the sports field, in the dim light, he vaguely recognized a girl ahead as Baochai. Because he hadn't seen her for days and had been drinking, Baoyu called out from behind, "Hey! Stop!" The girl turned around, and indeed it was Baochai, but she was annoyed by his frivolous attitude and walked away without acknowledging him.

Knowing his impetuousness, Baoyu avoided Baochai the next time he saw her at Teacher Xue's house. Although she remained calm and didn't mention that night, he still felt guilty and was quite embarrassed in her presence. Baoqin, seeing this, blinked her big eyes and said to Teacher Xue, "Dad, Brother Baoyu is a little afraid of Sister Chai!" Teacher Xue smiled at them. Both were deeply embarrassed; Baochai blushed and playfully chased after Baoqin. This little

commotion eased their awkwardness, and they began chatting and laughing as before.

That afternoon, several people played badminton downstairs at Teacher Xue's house. Baoyu noticed that Baochai, unlike her usual quiet and reserved self, had taken off her outer garment, changed into badminton shorts and shoes, and tied her hair back, looking exceptionally charming and lively. He couldn't help but have wild fantasies. He immediately perked up, and the two played with great ease and enjoyment, while Baoqin and the others mostly became spectators.

The two returned to school, and as they were about to part, Baoyu's true spirit seemed to return. He laughed and said, "Little one, you played badminton very well today. How about we have a match next week?" Baochai replied without hesitation, "Okay!" She smiled and turned to leave.

Watching her walk away, Baoyu was very excited. Suddenly, he became a little impulsive and threw several punches into the air, startling the gatekeeper.

A month later, Baoyu and Baochai were quite intimate. Sometimes, he would boldly touch Baochai's exposed arms, and Baochai would not be offended. One day, Baoyu went to Baochai's house to play. Only Baochai was home, and Baoyu's heart began to pound. They chatted for a while, then Baochai went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, leaving Baoyu alone in his room, lost in thought and restless. He would glance at the girl's things in Baochai's room, and then, unable to resist, squeeze into the kitchen and stare at Baochai. Baochai blushed at Baoyu's gaze and chuckled softly, "Like a big monkey." Baoyu's heart fluttered, and he was momentarily stunned. After a long pause, he suddenly said, "Is there any water? I...I want some water." Baochai smiled and poured him some water. Baoyu knew he was being too attached to Baochai, which was why he had acted so awkwardly.

After lunch, the two stayed in the room, unsure what to say. Baochai sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, silent. Baoyu looked around at the furnishings of her room, suddenly recalling their childhood. He couldn't help but touch his cheek. Baochai noticed and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" Baoyu immediately understood and laughed, "Eight years ago, you scratched me here, and it still hurts!" Baochai laughed, "Serves you right! Who told you to bully a weak woman?" Baoyu protested his innocence, bringing up the old grudge: "You were the one who threw my pencil on the ground first, and you're accusing me of bullying you?" Baochai chuckled, "Wasn't it because you pinched my ear the day before?" The two reminisced about their past, feeling a deep sense of warmth.

Baoyu touched his cheek, claiming he wanted revenge for the scratch eight years ago, and reached out to twist Baochai's ear. Baochai blushed, smiled, and dodged. Baoyu stepped forward again, but lost his footing and fell on top of Baochai.

Baochai exclaimed in surprise, "You?" She was pressed down on the quilt, and hurriedly looked at Baoyu, but Baoyu dared not look at her. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her hair, his heart pounding.

Baochai felt weak all over and cried out, "Don't do this, Baoyu!" She tried to push him away, but couldn't budge him.

Baoyu was pressed against a soft, bouncy body, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, his soul lost in the moment, completely unaware of where he was.

Baochai pushed again, calling, "Baoyu, Baoyu!" Afraid of hurting her, Baoyu reluctantly released her, sitting up sideways, his face burning.

Baochai sat up, her cheeks flushed, giving Baoyu a reproachful look, and whispered, "This isn't good." Seeing that Baochai wasn't too angry with him, Baoyu was overjoyed and called out, "Little one." Baochai glanced at him, then lowered her head, silent, her beauty intoxicating.

Baoyu stared at her, unable to resist such intoxicating beauty. His heart was itching, so he moved closer, picked up Baochai's right hand, placed it on his lap, and touched and played with it, something Baochai usually allowed him to do.

Baochai didn't struggle, letting Baoyu examine and caress her gently. Suddenly, the back of her hand touched something warm and throbbing, startling her. She quickly withdrew her hand and exclaimed, "What is that?!" Baoyu's face turned purple. He had accidentally touched his throbbing member. Baochai immediately guessed what it was, her cheeks burning red. She spat out, "You're no good!" She got up to run out of the room, but Baoyu panicked and grabbed her around the waist. Baochai fell into his arms, face up, only inches from his face, their breaths mingling. Just as she was about to cry out, Baoyu saw her full lips trembling slightly and could no longer resist. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Baochai turned her head and made a few soft "oohs," unable to break free. Her body went limp. Baoyu's right hand roamed over her waist, back, hips, and legs, the soft, full flesh beneath his touch, making him lose his soul.

Their lips parted, and Baoyu felt his ears burn, his heart pound, and his breath quicken. Baochai's chest heaved, and she gasped softly, both speechless for a moment.

Baoyu looked down at Baochai closely, seeing her eyes sparkling with shy charm. He grew increasingly fond of her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. Baochai glanced at him shyly, then buried her face in his chest, her small fists pounding his chest. Baoyu was instantly captivated, his mind and soul intoxicated.

In a fleeting glance, he saw the jade-like woman in his arms arch her back, her full buttocks raised high, a section of snow-white skin peeking out from her waistband, slightly concave below—a glimpse of her buttocks cleft. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. Baochai's body jerked, trembling uncontrollably. Baoyu felt something fleshy moving against his chest, and suddenly realized it was Baochai's breasts. His mouth went dry, and his hand moved down there.

"Ah!" Both of them cried out simultaneously. Baoyu's right hand was inside Baochai's trousers, the touch soft and smooth, revealing a warm, moist area. It was pressed against her skin, her underwear and outer trousers tightly wrapped around her.

Baoyu swallowed hard, his mind drifting to Baochai's lower body. A sudden, unbridled thought arose within him, and he pushed his hand forward with all his might, his fingers finding the wet, delicate flesh beneath him. He knew he had reached Baochai's private parts. Baochai let out a soft moan, her body sinking limply downwards.

Baoyu's hand was still between her thighs. He lifted her body, gently laying her face down on the bed, before withdrawing his hand and immediately starting to undo her belt. Baochai, realizing the impropriety, cried out in a trembling voice, "Baoyu, no!" Baoyu paid her no heed. Seeing her full, high buttocks, and imagining the strange sight that awaited her after she removed her trousers, his mouth went dry, his eyes blazed with desire, and his lower body hardened like iron. His belt was now loose. Baoyu lifted her buttocks, supporting her on his knees, and with a swift movement, he peeled them off. Baochai gasped in surprise, her vision blurred by a sea of white, and he felt dizzy. Regaining his composure, he looked closer. Baochai's buttocks were larger than he had imagined, white and round, with bulging blue veins visible beneath her tender skin. Two bright red spots, her anus and labia, were visible, with sparse black hair covering the bulging area below her labia.

Baoyu's blood surged, and he almost pounced on her, wanting to kiss and lick her wildly. But he couldn't resist hastily pulling out his throbbing member, bringing it close to the bright red spot, and dipping it in. Baochai cried out "Ah!" as if electrocuted, her buttocks trembling slightly. Baoyu, also consumed by lust, gripped his penis with his right hand and, without thinking, thrust forward. Both cried out, but his penis slid away from her labia, causing Baoyu a sharp pain. Baochai, however, was too weak to support herself and collapsed onto the bed, apparently having misjudged the spot.

Baoyu helped Baochai up with one hand and tried to find her vaginal opening with the other, but his fingers sank into a lump of mud. He fumbled and dug, eliciting continuous moans from Baochai. Finally, he found a spot, guided his penis inside, and stirred it a couple of times. Unexpectedly, he couldn't hold back his ejaculation, thinking, "Oh no!" He quickly pulled back, holding his breath to suppress it, but his penis went limp, half-erect, hanging heavily.
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Baoyu, feeling frustrated, lay down next to Baochai, panting. After a while, he pulled Baochai close, saying breathlessly, "Good sister, help me." Baochai's eyes were glazed, and she said weakly, "Baoyu, I... I feel so bad, let's stop, okay?" Baoyu didn't answer, but took Baochai's soft, boneless hand and placed it on his penis. At the same time, his hand tightened, and the two let out a blissful moan. Baoyu's face pressed against Baochai's smooth, delicate cheek, his neck tickled by her warm breath, his chest pressed against her full breasts, and his penis seemed to be encircling her hand, feeling it steadily growing larger, a trend that seemed endless.

Baochai felt something alive in her hand, hot and throbbing as if it were about to slip away. Her heart pounded, filled with both surprise and fear. A moment later, she felt a hand slip under her clothes, slowly crawling upwards to her breasts. Reaching her bra, it turned upwards, circling her broad back, then lingering on her buttocks before sliding down her thighs. Finally, the fingertips slid back to her vulva, probing her clitoris, then quickly moved up to her abdomen, thrusting into her bra and firmly grasping her entire breast. Baochai's whole body was awakened, trembling uncontrollably, her crotch already soaking wet.

Baoyu moved his face and pressed his lips to Baochai's parted lips, his tongue probing inside, stirring and licking her tongue. His lower body swelled with an uncontrollable heat. He then rose, parted Baochai's hips, aimed at her entrance, and thrust downwards.

The lower part was hard and difficult to penetrate. The treasure parted Baochai's two labia and slid straight up to the top, pressing against the pubic hair. It became even harder and more erect. Baochai's body twisted, already feeling unbearable pain. Baoyu held the treasure and thrust it into the hollow. There was a "uh" sound from Baochai's throat. This time, it went straight in. Baoyu paused, took a breath, and pushed forward again. There was a cry of pain from Baochai. Baoyu slowly withdrew, bringing out a stream of blood, bright red and eye-catching, flowing down between her thighs.

Baoyu, filled with boundless affection, whispered in Baochai's ear, "Good sister." Baochai, utterly weak, glanced at him sideways, her expression indescribable, a mixture of fear and resentment. Baoyu, unable to resist any longer, thrust his member into her again, slowly pushing it in and out, watching it slowly enter and withdraw. Soon, he felt his climax slipping away, and with a fierce, frenzied thrusting, a gush of fluid erupted from Baochai's body amidst her soft cry. He collapsed onto her.

He didn't know how much time had passed before his member softened and slipped out. A slight itch on his head, as Baochai gently brushed his hair. Seeing her blushing yet reproachful expression, a slight smile playing on her lips, Baoyu felt utterly satisfied and called out again, "Good sister." Like a spoiled little brother, he buried his face in Baochai's soft, yielding breasts, wishing it could last forever.

After dinner, the air was stiflingly hot, and unable to stay indoors, Baoyu took Baochai's hand and went for a walk in the village.

Evening was the liveliest time in the village. After dinner, everyone rushed outside. The men gathered in groups, chatting and laughing, or sat at their doorways smoking. The women mostly gathered by the stream to wash and scrub, chatting about everyday things. The children were the most energetic, chasing and playing, having a great time.

When the villagers saw the two of them, they couldn't help but stop and stare curiously. Baochai felt embarrassed and tried to pull her hand away from Baoyu's, but Baoyu mischievously held on tightly, watching them with great interest.

Baochai whispered in Baoyu's ear, "Let go!" Baoyu laughed, "Don't do that! People will think you're kissing me in public!" Baochai glared at him, and sure enough, several strange glances were directed at them. She stamped her foot and said angrily, "What do you want?!" Seeing her gentle anger, Baoyu was particularly charming. He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Haven't we been intimate for a few days?" Baochai blushed when Baoyu suddenly asked about this embarrassing matter in front of everyone. She spat, "Who cares about you!" But then she suddenly remembered the times she and Baoyu had been so passionate and intimate, and her heart fluttered.

Since that time with Baoyu, she couldn't resist his advances and had secretly made love to him a few more times. She had gradually tasted the intoxicating pleasure and couldn't stop. These past few days, they'd been staying at her uncle's house. Because she was shy and afraid of being discovered, the two of them hadn't done anything more than brief kisses and embraces. Even though Baoyu didn't want to, Baochai herself was feeling a bit aroused.

Seeing Baochai's flushed face and silent demeanor, Baoyu, knowing he had a date with Yuchuan that evening, couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. Just as he was lost in these thoughts, he suddenly felt a coolness on his cheek. Baochai cried out, "Oh dear! It's raining!" He heard a loud "pitter-patter" sound, and heard the heavy, rapid raindrops! They stung his face. The sky darkened instantly, and a faint rumble of thunder sounded; a heavy rain was imminent.

Baoyu quickly pulled Baochai and ran home, but the rain caught up with them. Before they even reached the village primary school, they were already half-soaked. The two had no choice but to take shelter under the school eaves, but the rain intensified, raging across the mountains and fields. The entire village stood alone and helpless in the rain, the mist thick and the rain curtain obscuring everything beyond a few meters. Soon, the gutters under the eaves were overflowing, and the wind blew the rainwater sideways, leaving nowhere to hide.

Baoyu tried to push open the classroom doors, but they were all locked. Fortunately, many windows were broken, so Baoyu climbed through one and rushed to call Baochai. Baochai frowned; she had never climbed through a window before. Unfortunately, the rain was too heavy, and she was soaked to the bone. Her clothes clung to her skin, feeling cold and uncomfortable, so she moved closer to the window.

Baoyu reached out to hug her, but Baochai was plump and heavy, and he couldn't lift her easily. He only pulled Baochai a little closer, and through the window, her two trembling, full breasts pressed against Baoyu's eyes and nose beneath her thin shirt. Her clothes were pulled up, revealing a large section of her snow-white waist. Baochai was both ashamed and anxious, trying to break free from Baoyu, crying out, "Never mind, I'm already soaked anyway!" Baoyu felt ashamed, but his impulsiveness flared up. He grabbed Baochai's upper body with one hand and pried open her buttocks with the other, pulling her forcefully into the classroom. With a cry of surprise from Baochai, he finally managed to get her inside. Coming to his senses, he realized that one of his hands was trapped between Baochai's thighs. No wonder she had cried out; in his haste, Baoyu had been forcefully thrusting into her delicate area.

Baoyu chuckled involuntarily. Baochai blushed, glaring at him fiercely, as if to say, "You're still laughing!" Suddenly, she reached out and pinched him hard. Baoyu, who had been laughing uncontrollably, winced in pain, unsure whether it was from laughter or pain. Upon seeing this, Baochai chuckled.

The two entered the room, their moods instantly changing. The lingering warmth of the daytime air made them feel much more comfortable. Looking outside, they saw the rain pouring down relentlessly, a truly astonishing sight. But the beauty of it all was that while the storm raged outside, it had no effect on the inside. Looking out now only added to the amusement, as if the rain had isolated them from the outside world, leaving only the two of them in the universe.

Baoyu felt a surge of desire. He glanced around the classroom, then looked at Baochai again. Her tight, wet clothes outlined her shapely figure, her high, full breasts almost spilling out. At the point where her legs met, the thin fabric sank in, creating an alluring mound. Her entire body seemed barely contained, exuding a sense of voluptuousness. Her damp hair clung to her fair cheeks, dripping water, which, combined with her bright, dark eyes, made her appear lively and captivating, exuding a delicate, watery charm. She was no longer Baochai; suddenly, she seemed like a water sprite.

Baoyu's lust was aroused; he even wanted to strip this water sprite of her clothes to see what lay beneath. So he moved close to Baochai and whispered, "Good sister, quickly take off your clothes, I'll wring them out for you, so you don't get soaked." As he spoke, his voice became hoarse with desire.

How could Baochai not know what he was thinking? A small fist tapped him lightly, splashing water droplets from her sleeve onto his face. She spat with a laugh, "Pah! Don't you think you can just see my body for nothing?!" Baoyu was momentarily stunned, then said with a fawning grin, "I can turn around! Besides, it's not like I didn't—" Before he could finish, a small hand pressed tightly against his lips. Baochai spat, "You still dare to say that! I won't let you!" Baoyu felt something cool moving on his lips and started licking them haphazardly. Baochai quickly pulled her hand away, but then heard a loud "bang" behind her. Startled, she turned around and saw the window being blown open and closed by the strong wind. The wind and rain outside were intensifying relentlessly.

Before she could recover, Baoyu had pressed himself against her wall, his hands clumsily trying to unbutton her blouse. Their wet clothes clung to each other, and Baochai felt a chill all over her body, while a hot object probed between her legs. It turned out that Baoyu, seeing her like this, had already become aroused.

Baochai stealthily reached down and pinched him hard. Baoyu cried out, "Ouch!" Baochai blushed and secretly smiled, burying her face in Baoyu's neck without saying a word, letting Baoyu remove his shirt, revealing her snow-white body.

Baoyu whispered, "Good sister, help me take off my clothes too." Baochai also felt his clothes were wet and uncomfortable against her skin, but she thought they were too close to the window, so she laughed and said, "No way!" Picking up her clothes, she hid in a corner of the classroom.

Baoyu chuckled and followed her, saying, "Let's see where you can hide now." Baochai puffed out her chest and said, "Who's hiding? Are you afraid of me?!" Seeing her breasts tremble, Baoyu couldn't resist any longer. He pounced on her, pinning her to the desk, and started to pull off her pants. Baochai giggled and kicked her legs, making things worse for him.

Panting, Baoyu finally managed to remove her trousers. Baochai lay quietly on the table, silent, her legs dangling, as tempting as peeled fruit. Intending to punish her, Baoyu pulled and carried her to the window, his manhood swaying and occasionally brushing against her body. Baochai

let him do as he pleased until they reached the window, where the outside light exposed her snow-white body, leaving her nowhere to hide. Then she cried out in alarm, "Baoyu! You idiot, what are you doing?" Baoyu didn't answer, but made her hold onto the windowsill, facing outwards. Baochai was even more startled, whispering, "Don't let anyone see!" After Baoyu's rough handling, pulling and bumping her, she was filled with shock and shame, yet inexplicably, her lower body began to flow with lustful fluids.

Outside, rain sprayed and the dim light obscured Baochai's snow-white skin, smooth and flowing like water. Her buttocks were high, and her bright red underwear was particularly eye-catching. Baoyu secretly slipped his hand into her underwear. It was cool and slippery, and his hand came out sticky and wet. His heart was filled with madness, and he pulled out a throbbing, burning hot thing and tried to insert it into Baochai's underwear. His treasure pressed against her underwear, unable to go deeper.

Even so, Baochai could no longer resist. She felt that her position—lowered back and upturned buttocks, with that hot object pressing against her from behind—was indescribably lewd and wanton. Her breathing became disordered, and she cried out, "Baoyu, no!" Her waist twisted, and her buttocks involuntarily thrust backward, wanting Baoyu to enter her.

Baoyu had secretly made love to Baochai several times before, and she had always been reserved and taciturn, silently enduring, only making sounds when she was overwhelmed with pleasure. She had never seen her react so intensely before. That hot, swollen thing pressing against her smooth, tender spot was indescribably pleasurable and wonderful. Perhaps because it had been soaked in rainwater for a long time, it was quite different from her usual soft and oily skin, possessing a unique icy coolness.

Under the tight constriction of his underwear, Baoyu's manhood was exceptionally firm. The head was submerged in her tender flesh, with most of her neck and torso exposed, like a bow drawn taut, adding to his imposing presence. He felt that Baochai might not be able to withstand such a powerful blow. In a flash, his lust intensified, and he raised Baochai's hips, thrusting forward with a powerful thrust. With a soft "plop," he entered her with a delightful pleasure. Baoyu felt that Baochai's vagina was cooler and tighter than usual; the heat of his member felt like a comforting ice cream, an indescribable pleasure.

Baochai, with his hot member inside her and her buttocks pressed against his damp underwear, trembled under the intense stimulation, goosebumps immediately rising on her skin.

Baoyu felt the cool, slippery feel of Baochai's vulva, fearing that the cold air had seeped into her body, so he dared not play with it for long. Instead, he thrust and pumped wildly, and soon he felt a surge of heat within Baochai's vulva. With this friction, white foam rose in bursts. Baoyu stopped, panting, but his manhood remained as hard as ever, showing no sign of ejaculation. Baochai moaned incessantly, her body limp and unable to hold on any longer.

Baoyu helped her swaying body, flipping her onto the desk, kicked the chair aside, pulled down Baochai's underwear, and also unzipped his own pants, wiping his manhood casually. Then he lifted Baochai's two plump thighs, and thrust his manhood back into her private parts. By the dim light, he watched his manhood enter and exit, and then began to thrust violently once more.

His lips parted, his penis thrust in and out, and Baochai could no longer utter a sound, only faint moans and groans escaping her throat

. Baoyu, aroused to the point of madness, thrust heavily several times like a pestle. Baochai, unable to bear it any longer, arched her back, crying out softly, her hands flailing wildly, causing Baoyu a sharp pain in his waist and buttocks.

Baoyu gritted his teeth and thrust harder, suddenly feeling Baochai's grip loosen. He cried out in surprise as a stream of hot water gushed down from below. Baoyu was overwhelmed with pleasure, his anus contracting in waves, and he suddenly ejaculated gushes of semen, collapsing onto Baochai. The table was moved aside, nearly overturned. Neither of them wanted to move, panting heavily.

After a long while, Baoyu felt a pain in his back. Baochai said angrily, "Baoyu, you're going to kill me!" Baoyu smiled lazily, thinking that after so many days of thirst, this great battle had finally made up for some of it.

The two got up, wiped themselves clean, and wrung out their clothes. It was still raining outside, but much less. Baoyu held Baochai's naked body in his arms, playing with her firm breasts. Baochai nestled obediently in his arms. Neither of them spoke, feeling each other's warm, smooth bodies. Baoyu's manhood slowly grew again. Baochai reached out and slapped him, seemingly still harboring some resentment. Baoyu smiled, and both felt their hearts were truly in love, their tenderness boundless. For a moment, Baoyu completely forgot about his appointment with Yuchuan that evening.

Half a day later, the rain subsided slightly. Although it was later, the sky was brighter than before. They heard someone calling in the distance. The two quickly put on their clothes and saw Yuchuan and Yingqiao outside the window, holding umbrellas, their trousers rolled up high, wading through the water, calling their names.

Baochai was secretly alarmed to see the water outside was as deep as the lacquerware lid. Baoyu whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'll carry you later." Baochai chuckled softly, "Okay! Don't let your legs go weak and you won't be able to carry me." As soon as she finished speaking, she felt embarrassed and her cheeks flushed red. Baoyu playfully pinched her cheek in embarrassment. Then she went home with Yuchuan and the others.

Yuan Chun's Chapter:

Yuan Chun is back! She's going to pass through the provincial capital.

Baoyu returned from making a phone call at the corner store, his face still showing excitement. Baochai was peeling bean pods with Yuchuan and Yingqiao when she turned around and saw him, asking with a smile, "What's the matter? Why are you so happy?" Baoyu blurted out, "My eldest sister is back! We're going back to the provincial capital tomorrow!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yuchuan and Yingqiao lower their heads, and his heart sank.

Baochai was delighted: "Going home? Great! Baoqin's been so bored at home all by herself; she even called the other day to urge me to come!" Baoyu, seemingly oblivious, stammered, "Oh?" Baoyu sat down beside her. Yuchuan bit her lip, remaining silent, her head bowed as she peeled beans. Baoyu felt a pang of sadness and watched silently.

That afternoon in the kitchen, he saw Yuchuan come in for a drink of water and couldn't help but call out, "Chuan'er!" Yuchuan, her back to him, remained silent.

Baoyu sighed, went over, and gently turned her small shoulders, softly saying, "Chuan'er, I... I have to go now." Yuchuan turned around and nestled in his arms. Baoyu brushed the fine hairs from her ear, noticing tears in her eyes, a few strands of hair damp with tears. His heart ached, but he didn't know how to comfort her, only gently patting her back.

After a while, Yuchuan raised her stubborn little face and said, "Tonight! Tonight I'll give you everything!" Her eyes were fixed on Baoyu.

Baoyu looked away and shook his head. Yu Chuan looked at him defiantly, and Bao Yu sighed, "Maybe later?" Tears welled up in Yu Chuan's eyes again, and Bao Yu, unable to bear watching, hid away.

That night, Bao Yu locked himself in his room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The next day, when he was leaving, Yu Chuan, still unwashed, leaned against her door, watching from afar. Bao Chai called out, "Cousin, you've come to the provincial capital!" She only gave a lazy smile.

When the two of them were alone, Bao Chai suddenly said, "It's all your fault!" Bao Yu's heart skipped a beat; he knew Bao Chai had already noticed the strangeness between him and Yu Chuan. He remained silent and continued on his way to the provincial capital.

Bao Chai didn't make things difficult for Bao Yu, her expression unchanged, which reassured him somewhat. He stayed at the school, waiting for Yuan Chun's arrival. For several nights in a row, Bao Yu couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, his mind filled with memories of his childhood with Yuan Chun.

The sky of his childhood was always so blue, the earth so vast and open. Baoyu remembered that his little hand was always held by Yuanchun. His sister's hand was very gentle, and when it was sweaty, their hands were sticky, yet they couldn't bear to part. Standing in the strong wind, Yuanchun's hair and the hem of her clothes would constantly brush against Baoyu's face. Baoyu grew up like this year after year.

Yuanchun was seven years older than Baoyu. When Baoyu was little, his mother, Wang, was busy with housework, so Yuanchun usually took care of him. His second sister, Yingchun, was introverted, and his third sister, Tanchun, was stubborn and unyielding. Only Yuanchun was gentle and reasonable, and she loved Baoyu the most. She took care of almost everything for him, from feeding him to dressing him. The eldest sister is like a mother; this description of Yuanchun is most fitting.

Baoyu loved to crawl into his sisters' beds in the early morning, nestled against Yuanchun's soft chest and ribs. He found her fragrance very pleasant, and he could even take a nap in his sleep.

When Yuanchun went to work in the fields and mountains, she often took Baoyu with her. While Yuanchun worked, he played. He was busy with the wild grass on the mountain, the loaches in the fields, and the small fish in the river. Sometimes when Yuan-chun needed to urinate, she would have Bao-yu stand guard nearby to see if anyone was coming. Bao-yu was very proud, looking around like a sentry. Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of Yuan-chun's white bottom under her flowery dress in the low grass and giggle. Yuan-chun, squatting down, would blush and glare at him, then laugh herself.

Once, Yuan-chun was walking along when she suddenly needed to urinate. She put down what she was holding and squatted down to urinate in front of Bao-yu. For the first time, Bao-yu was amazed to see that his sister had a little mouth down there, hissing as clear water sprayed out, some of it flowing between her tender white legs—a sight both strange and new.

On their way home, passing by the stream, Bao-yu played in the water, and Yuan-chun splashed water to wash her face and feet. Her trousers were rolled up, revealing her white and shiny legs. Yuan-chun also helped Bao-yu wash his face; the cool, soft sensation brushing against his face sometimes made Bao-yu unable to distinguish whether it was Yuan-chun's hand or the stream water.

Yuan Chun was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Although Bao Yu often pestered her, she would become very obedient as soon as she frowned. Bao Yu's deepest childhood memory was of Yuan Chun holding a book and helping him with his homework under the dim light. At that time, the light shone on Yuan Chun's focused face, and Bao Yu thought she was particularly beautiful.

Yuan Chun was leaving for Shenzhen. That year, Bao Yu was just in fifth grade. As she left, Bao Yu felt a deep sadness, silently following her for ten miles. He followed her every step she took; if she told him to go back, he would stop and remain silent; if she urged him to leave, he would run back, but as soon as he left, he would catch up again. In the end, Bao Yu didn't cry, but Yuan Chun was moved to tears the whole way. Yuan Chun

first worked for a foreign company, then rose to supervisor, and later became a senior white-collar worker. A few years ago, she married and moved to Hong Kong. She only returned home once for the Spring Festival, meaning Bao Yu hadn't seen Yuan Chun for over four years.

What would his older sister look like in four years? In the past two or three years, Bao Yu had grown rapidly, much taller, and he thought he would definitely surprise her when he saw her again!

When Yuan Chun arrived, she didn't let Bao Yu meet her at the airport, only telling him to wait for her at the Lihua Hotel. After all, they were siblings; as soon as Yuan Chun got out of the car, Bao Yu went to greet her: "Sister!" he cried out, his face flushed and his heart pounding.

Yuan Chun squinted for a moment, then a smile gradually appeared on her lips: "Stone!" She reached out and patted Bao Yu's head. Yuan Chun's skin was delicate and plump, glowing red and white in the sunlight, seemingly radiant. She wore a pale yellow silk skirt that fluttered in the wind, making her appear full and graceful. Bao Yu's nose tingled slightly at Yuan Chun's touch, but he managed to suppress a smile. He

then refused to let the hotel staff carry his luggage, insisting on taking it himself. Yuan Chun smiled and followed suit, all the while observing Bao Yu closely.

The last time she saw Bao Yu, he only reached Yuan Chun's shoulder, with a childlike, delicate appearance. Now he was taller than her, a handsome and refined young man. When he smiled, his full lips and white teeth were both charming and dashing. He carried the luggage with ease, his steps brisk and his waist strong, a sight to behold.

Baoyu initially found carrying the luggage easy, but it grew heavier with each lift, his arms aching. He endured the pain, chatting with Yuanchun as if it were nothing. Upon reaching the room, his arms cramped, and he collapsed to the floor, panting. Yuanchun noticed, and Baoyu blushed deeply with laughter.

Embarrassed, Baoyu stood up, but his trousers ripped at the crotch with a "rip." His wet shorts, revealing his naked body, hung loosely. Yuanchun, still laughing, saw this, blushed, and spat, "You silly Baoyu!" She turned away, a smirk still playing on her lips.

Baoyu covered his crotch, dumbfounded. Yuanchun reacted quickly: "Go to bed, take off your trousers, and mend them." She called a servant, who indeed had a needle and thread. Yuanchun brought her own pajamas for Baoyu to wear. Baoyu, both amused and exasperated, put them on; they were light, soft, and surprisingly comfortable.

When he was little, Baoyu often wore Yuanchun's clothes. He never imagined that now, so grown up, he would have to wear them again. The thought of wearing his sister's usual pajamas next to his skin made him feel strange, and his lower body involuntarily hardened.

Yuanchun was smiling at Baoyu when she suddenly noticed his silent erection. She knew exactly what it was, and her face burned. She turned away, her heart pounding. As a child, Yuanchun had often dressed Baoyu, and she was familiar with his belongings. She never imagined he would grow up to be so... astonishing. Judging by his height, it was more than a size larger than her husband's!

Yuanchun brushed her hair behind her ear, straightened her back, composed herself, and said calmly, "Shitou, throw me your torn pants, I'll sew them up for you." She took the needle and thread, spread her hands, first licking the thread with her lips, then threading it through the needle with practiced ease.

Baoyu hesitated, for every time he changed his trousers, he couldn't help but sniff them, and there was always a strange odor emanating from his crotch.

Yuanchun turned around and urged, "Hurry up!" Baoyu reluctantly threw them over. Yuanchun lowered her head and began to sew. It was as if they had returned to their childhood, with Yuanchun sitting at the table mending, and Baoyu watching her intently.

A warm, comforting feeling welled up in Baoyu's chest, making him feel dizzy and thoroughly pleased. As they drew closer, Yuan Chun's hair was styled in a bun, revealing a neck of snow-white skin beneath her eyes. She spoke softly, "At school, who washes your clothes?" Bao Yu replied, "No one else, I do it myself." Yuan Chun chuckled nasally, "You've always been a lazybones, and you can even wash clothes?" Bao Yu laughed, "I just put in laundry detergent and stirred it around." Yuan Chun chuckled again, "Have you found a girlfriend yet?" Bao Yu thought to himself, "Baochai certainly won't wash my clothes, at least not now." He chuckled, "She'll be coming to see you later." Yuan Chun turned her face away, "Oh?" Because Bao Yu was so close, they almost touched, their warm breaths catching as they quickly looked away.

Yuan Chun smiled, "Bao Yu's grown up, he even has a girlfriend now, what does she look like?" Bao Yu blurted out, "She looks a bit like you." Then, a little confused, he realized that Baochai and Yuan Chun really did resemble each other somewhat.

Yuan Chun giggled, "Like me? That's too ordinary." Bao Yu's throat itched, and he finally said, "It would be better if you looked like my sister. I like your appearance the most." Yuan Chun turned her face, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of amusement in her question, "You've really grown up, you know how to make girls happy." Bao Yu remained silent. Yuan Chun finished sewing and lowered her head to bite the needle and thread. Suddenly, a pungent, musty smell wafted into her nostrils—the smell of dried semen. She froze, her face flushing. Bao Yu had already run to the bathroom in fright.

When he came out, seeing Yuan Chun looking normal, he sheepishly walked over. The two faced each other in silence for a moment.

Yuan Chun smiled and lightly patted the chair in front of her, "Sit here, let your sister take a good look at you." Bao Yu sat down, exaggeratedly offering his face. Yuan Chun playfully tapped his head, laughing, "Nonsense! You don't need to get this close!" Bao Yu smiled and sat up straight. Yuan Chun touched her face with one hand, staring blankly, sighing, but saying nothing.

Bao Yu also looked at Yuan Chun. Something about her face resembled his own; her face was fair and round, beautiful and captivating, both familiar and somewhat strange. Her skin was fair and well-maintained, but a few lines were subtly creeping around her eyes, and there was an almost imperceptible weariness in her expression, adding a touch of delicate, charming young womanly grace.

Over the years, Yuan Chun rarely returned home, yet she had helped her family immensely. First, the family moved from the countryside to the city; then Ying Chun and Tan Chun got married; and Bao Yu went to university—Yuan Chun always sent money. Could she, a single woman far away, manage everything smoothly? Yuan Chun didn't ask, and her family rarely inquired, only acknowledging that Yuan Chun was clever and capable, able to handle anything on her own.

Baoyu watched quietly, a sudden surge of tenderness and concern welling up within him. He couldn't help but call out, "Sister!" His hand rested on Yuanchun's jade-like hand, holding it gently, reluctant to let go, the hand still lingering on his cheek.

Yuanchun's heart stirred, her own tenderness overwhelming her. She withdrew her gaze, her eyes flickering, a forced smile appearing on her lips: "My little stone has finally grown up." Baoyu was startled, a fleeting sadness in her eyes. He asked, "Sister, are you doing well in Hong Kong?" Yuanchun replied calmly, "What's wrong? I have food and clothing." Then, she smiled again, stood up, and said, "Alright, when is your little girlfriend coming? Can I take a shower first?" Baoyu smiled, "Sister, go ahead and shower. Tell her to wait a bit when she arrives." Yuanchun took some toiletries and went into the bathroom. Baoyu sat on the edge of the bed, the Simmons mattress sinking softly into him. Looking around the room, the main color scheme was pale yellow, creating a warm and elegant atmosphere. There were two Simmons mattresses, both with white covers and yellow mattresses. The French windows were covered with pale yellow velvet that reached the floor, and from the corner that was visible, one could see an outer layer of white gauze.

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Baoyu felt a sweet joy of reuniting with loved ones after a long separation. He smiled and recalled some things from his childhood.

"Baoyu! Baoyu!" A voice called out. Baoyu, in a daze, thought Baochai had arrived. He got off the bed and realized it was Yuanchun calling from the bathroom, so he answered.

Yuanchun said, "I forgot to bring a bath towel. It's in my bag. Could you get it for me?" Baoyu responded with an "Oh," and then remembered and asked, "Isn't there one in the bathroom?" Yuanchun said, "I don't use theirs. I brought my own." Baoyu took the bath towel, and suddenly his heart began to pound wildly. His sister was in there, surely she wasn't wearing anything? The image of Yuanchun's naked body flashed before his eyes.

Reaching the bathroom door, he knocked, his heart pounding in his chest. The door opened, revealing only Yuan Chun's face, a foam-covered arm, and half a bare shoulder. She smiled, "What are you daydreaming about?" Bao Yu hurriedly handed her the door. His sister's skin was so white, it was almost blinding. That bare shoulder, so smooth and delicate, with its well-proportioned bones, had a texture like a blend of white jade and silk. Returning to the bedside, he heard the sound of water again, but he couldn't calm down. The sound of the water splashed into his heart, stirring up a restless unease. Bao Yu felt his breath was burning hot, and his body became agitated. He paced back and forth, unsure what to do.

Just then, Bao Chai arrived. Yuan Chun had booked the room in advance, and Bao Yu had given her the address and number.

Bao Chai stopped at the door, glanced at Bao Yu first, then looked past him into the room. Bao Yu said softly, "Sister is taking a bath." Bao Chai's expression relaxed slightly, and Bao Yu pulled her to sit on the bedside.

After a while, Baochai pushed him away, saying, "It's unbearably hot, stop fooling around." Baoyu's hands, however, remained engrossed in working under Baochai's clothes, panting heavily, his eyes somewhat glazed, his breath hot against Baochai's neck. Baochai knew her sister was in the bathroom and could come out at any moment, but her body was involuntary, weak and powerless. A heat surged between her legs, a wetness welling up, an itchy, uncontrollable clenching sensation, and she went limp in Baoyu's arms.

Baochai was wearing a floral silk dress today. Baoyu lifted it up, pulled off her panties, and thrust inside her, pressing her body down and pumping hard. His face, hovering above Baochai, twitched and moved back and forth.

Baochai's cheeks flushed red, she bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, her eyes fixed on Baoyu, her body straining, the intense pleasure of that tense nerve was deadly, she felt herself gradually rotting away, completely at Baoyu's mercy. The soft Simmons mattress swayed gently, and all that could be heard was the sound of her and Baoyu's breathing.

After a while, Baoyu suddenly tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and clenched his teeth. His thrusts quickened and became more frantic, each one more powerful than the last. Baochai felt her lower body being heavily impacted, her body about to be thrown away, the entire Simmons mattress contorting as if it were about to fall apart. Her body went limp, sliding down the crooked Simmons

mattress to the floor, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing out as she lost control. Baoyu was also pulled down, pressing down on Baochai, his body trembling as he ejaculated wildly, dripping semen everywhere. Before the two could even get up, the bathroom door knocked softly, and Yuanchun came out. The two scrambled to their feet. Yuanchun smiled at them and then retreated back into the bathroom. Baochai was so ashamed she wanted to cry, and she pinched Baoyu hard. Baoyu was somewhat dazed, oblivious to the pain, his expression blank, and together with Baochai, they straightened the Simmons mattress.

Yuan Chun emerged from the bathroom to find the room neat and clean, the bedding folded neatly, and the floor tidied.

She said nothing, only smilingly asking, "Bao Yu, is she your little friend?" As she walked, she tossed her damp hair with a half-dry towel. After changing into a white dress, she looked radiant and charming, exuding the graceful air of a young woman.

Bao Chai smiled shyly, but Bao Yu gave her a push from behind.

Yuan Chun glanced at her sideways, noticing her wearing a small, floral blue dress that, while a little tight, made her appear pure and simple. Her face was full, her demeanor reserved; she was the kind of girl who was demure and quiet. She wondered why Bao Chai had been fooling around with Bao Yu earlier.

Yuan Chun smiled, seemingly unintentionally. Bao Chai, blushing, hid behind Bao Yu and secretly pinched him again. Bao Yu, already injured, became somewhat shameless, grinning and snickering at Yuan Chun, earning her a fierce glare.

After staying inside for a while, Baoyu suggested going to the busiest street in the city, East Street, for a stroll and lunch. Yuanchun wasn't particularly interested, but she liked Baochai and wanted to buy her something. So, they went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed to East Street.

Yuanchun sat in the front, while Baoyu and Baochai sat in the back. Baochai was holding a grudge against Baoyu for the embarrassing incident earlier, and the two chattered softly in the back. Yuanchun smiled, pretending not to hear, and looked out the window.

Several years had passed, and the provincial capital had seen many new high-rises, wider roads, and new, well-maintained green belts. Many places seemed familiar, yet completely transformed. Yuanchun felt a pang of melancholy. The reason she had returned was because she hadn't been home in so long, and she missed the chaotic yet warm and lively atmosphere of her memories. But everything seemed to have quietly changed.

In Hong Kong, her husband had left all the business to her these past few years, spending his days leisurely meeting friends, going to bars, and rarely speaking when he got home. Her in-laws, aside from eating and playing mahjong, were completely uninterested in anything else. Aside from her work, Yuan-chun seemed to have little connection to that family. Fortunately, she was shrewd and capable, and the family maintained a facade of politeness and respect towards her. Over time, however, she developed a sense of loneliness, like someone who had been away for a long time. She felt exhausted, empty, as if she had lost something, mixed with a sense of uncertainty and fear about the future.

This time, she had decided to come back, but what she could possibly find, Yuan-chun herself was now unsure.

"Sister, we're here!" Bao-yu patted Yuan-chun's shoulder, waking her from her reverie.

Yuan-chun waved to the driver, and the group got out of the car, first finding a place to eat, then spending half a day strolling through the shopping street.

Yuan-chun bought some clothes for Bao-chai, picked out a few small items for herself, and then urged Bao-yu to hurry back to the hotel. Baoyu, worried that Yuanchun might be tired from her recent return, went back to the inn for a while before hurriedly seeing Baochai off, leaving Yuanchun alone to rest. They arranged to go to Gushan Mountain together the next day.

Gushan Mountain, located in the eastern suburbs of the provincial capital, is a famous scenic spot. By the time they arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was nearly noon. It

was summer, and the mountain path was packed with tourists. People wore very little clothing, their garments thin and sheer. The girls, in particular, were brightly colored and adorned, creating a vibrant and lively scene along the winding path.

Yuanchun was wearing a casual, wide-legged t-shirt with a delicate floral pattern, the kind often seen on women's nightgowns, less common in inland areas. It gave her a sensual and charming look. Her pointed breasts appeared delicate and alluring under the loose t-shirt. She wore thin, elastic pants that clung tightly to her thighs, outlining the full curves of her buttocks and thighs. A sun hat completed the look. She seemed like a completely different person, leaving Baoyu speechless.

Only the face beneath the hat brim was one that Baoyu recognized. That face smiled: "Baoyu, what are you staring at!" A mischievous and smug look played on its face as it led the way up the steps.

Baoyu, still dazed, thought, "Good heavens, is that my sister Yuanchun?" He glanced back at Baochai, who was also smiling.

Yuanchun seemed to be deliberately trying to relax today, climbing the steps with unusual ease. Baoyu, left behind, looked up and saw her two shapely buttocks shifting from side to side beneath her t-shirt, her back swaying with each step, revealing a full and alluring waist. It exuded a bouncy and sensuality hotter than the weather. Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind: Yuanchun lying prone on the steps, hands on the ground, buttocks raised high, Baoyu standing behind her, giving her a hard thud. Baoyu snapped back to reality, startled: How could he have such a ridiculous thought? Fortunately, looking around, the crowd was bustling, with various expressions, and no one seemed to be paying attention to their own thoughts.

Upon reaching Yongquan Temple halfway up the mountain, the group found a large rock to sit and rest. Baoyu took out bottled water from his bag and handed it to Yuanchun and Baochai. Yuanchun was doing relatively well, but Baochai was drenched in sweat from exhaustion. She had unbuttoned one button of her collar, letting the wind blow through her, her face flushed, and her wet hair clung to her temples, making her appear both disheveled and beautiful.

Baoyu was staring blankly when suddenly he heard someone call, "Baochai! Baochai!" Looking towards the sound, he saw a short-haired girl in a sleeveless vest running towards them, calling out and giggling. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Shi Xiangyun, Baochai's classmate. Baoyu had seen this girl a few times; she was particularly lively and often played with the boys. It was said that once, when she was drunk, she slept in the same room with four or five boys. When she woke up the next day, she was neither afraid nor ashamed. She ordered one boy to bring her water to wash her face, and another to buy her fried dough sticks for breakfast. The whole room served her for half a day.

Shi Xiangyun skipped over and grabbed Baochai's hand, saying, "Did you just come up? I've already come down from the top of the mountain!" She glanced at Yuanchun, then noticed Baoyu staring blankly to the side, and exclaimed, "Baoyu! You're such a jerk!" Baoyu was startled, "What's wrong?" Shi Xiangyun said, "Look at Baochai, she's covered in sweat, and you didn't even help wipe it off! What kind of boyfriend are you!" Baoyu followed her finger and indeed saw several streaks of sweat on Baochai's fair skin at the front of her dress. He actually grabbed a tissue and reached out to wipe it, but Baochai spat at him and slapped his hand away. Shi Xiangyun burst into laughter.

Baochai turned and chased after her, pinching her. The two women huddled together, whispering amongst themselves for a while. Baoyu and Yuanchun watched them with smiles.

"Oh no!" Shi Xiangyun rushed over, "Baoyu! I've taken Baochai with me! Let's go back in my carriage!" Baoyu saw Baochai standing there smiling, knowing she was always afraid of climbing mountains, so he laughed, "Hmph! You've stolen my girlfriend, you'll have to compensate me!" Shi Xiangyun smiled and leaned closer, "What do you think of me? Haha!" Baoyu saw her bright eyes and nose, and her small, shapely breasts in front of her vest, and his heart fluttered. He laughed, "Alright, you're the one! No backing out!" After chatting and laughing for a while, Baochai and Xiangyun went down the mountain first. Baoyu went up to Yuanchun's side, "Sister, let's continue climbing to the top!" Yuanchun smiled, patted Baoyu's head, and turned to go up the stone steps first. Baoyu followed closely behind, carrying his things.

As they walked, suddenly Baoyu shouted a few times, rushed past Yuanchun, and turned around, smiling triumphantly at her. Yuan Chun pursed her lips, secretly amused: "Bao Yu may be grown up, but he's still got that monkey-like nature." Bao Yu walked quickly for a while, panting heavily, and leaned against a rock by the roadside, smiling weakly at Yuan Chun. Yuan Chun walked up and stopped beside Bao Yu, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

Bao Yu leaned his head on her shoulder, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, sister, let me lean on you." Yuan Chun's legs were weak, and she pushed him away with a panting laugh: "You silly Bao Yu, leaning on me? My legs are too weak to support me." Bao Yu straightened up and pointed to his shoulder and chest: "Then you can lean on me." Yuan Chun laughed: "Okay, I'll tire you out!" She actually leaned half her body against Bao Yu's left chest, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes happily: "Mmm, so comfortable!" Her two nipples stood out under her clothes.

Bao Yu couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and he flicked Yuan Chun's nose with his finger: "Comfortable, isn't it!" Yuan Chun smiled with her eyes closed. Baoyu carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, they both felt a little dizzy.

Yuanchun blushed, and Baoyu really wanted to kiss her. Just then, they heard a little boy's voice on the road: "Mom, look how affectionate they are!" The two hurriedly straightened up and separated, only to see the boy pointing to a couple above, embracing and kissing.

Baoyu and Yuanchun's eyes met, and they both felt a little awkward. They didn't speak and continued climbing to the top of the mountain.

When they reached the top, a boy was anxiously looking around. Seeing Baoyu, he came over and smiled: "Can you take a picture for us?" He pointed to a girl standing on the edge of the cliff.

Baoyu nodded and took a picture for them. The girl walked over with a sweet smile: "Thank you!" She glanced at Yuanchun and said, "Your girlfriend is so pretty, she's a perfect match for you!" Baoyu playfully put his arm around Yuanchun's shoulder and giggled: "Really? Thank you for the compliment." Yuanchun pushed him away and laughed: "Nonsense!" She walked to the edge of the cliff alone.

The feeling at the mountaintop was truly unique. Looking around, the mountains rose and fell, and half of Fuzhou lay before her. A cool breeze swept over her, bringing a sense of relief, like surfacing from underwater to catch her breath. Yuan Chun gazed at the foot of the mountain for a long time, breathing deeply and savoring the moment. The mountain wind constantly blew against her, making her long hair fly and her loose t-shirt flutter.

Without her noticing, she found herself holding Bao Yu's hand, just like when they were children. Standing on the cliff top, they were both buffeted by the wind, both moved by the moment. They were immersed in a subtle, tender feeling, too lazy to speak. Even when their bodies pressed together without their awareness, they didn't want to move.

Two clear tears fell from Yuan Chun's eyes, caught by Bao Yu's lips. In the midst of this tenderness, Bao Yu's member hardened dramatically, pressing exaggeratedly against Yuan Chun's cleft.

Yuan Chun felt as if her body was being melted by the breeze, softly leaning against the young, hot male body behind her. A tingling, electric current surged through her buttocks, spreading rapidly from her lower body throughout her entire being, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She heard a male voice let out a seductive "mmm" in her ear, and a pair of hands tightly encircled her waist, making her feel as if she were being crushed. Waves of deadly pleasure washed over her, and her lower body became hot and wet, with a trickle of water crawling down her inner thighs like worms.

Suddenly, those hands moved to her chest, frantically kneading her breasts. Her breasts were crushed like flowers, twisted and deformed, leaving a hot, bone-meltingly pleasurable sensation. The hand moved to her waist, stopped at her hips, and began to grab and twist her buttocks, then moved to her inner thighs, carefully sliding its hand to explore. Finally, it suddenly pressed between her legs. Yuan Chun felt her entire body being lifted up by that hand, her soul flying out of her body, a gush of water welling up, soaking half of her trousers.

Coming to her senses, she saw Bao Yu panting beside her face. Yuan Chun was startled and turned her head away. Bao Yu hurriedly avoided her gaze. Yuan Chun calmed herself, stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned around, her expression strange. Ignoring Bao Yu, she hurried down the mountain. Bao Yu, terrified, his face dark with fear, followed at a distance.

It was already getting dark. Yuan Chun stumbled along, the strange contact she had just experienced making the world seem to tremble and everything chaotic beyond repair. An indescribable fear gripped her heart. But deep within her heart, a nameless, fleeting joy welled up, threatening to surge forth and transform into an uncontrollable, frenzied happiness.

Before she knew it, they had reached the foot of the mountain. All the taxis had been flagged down, leaving only a crowd waiting for the last bus.

Yuan Chun stopped, somewhat bewildered. Turning back, she saw Bao Yu standing far away, lost in thought, hesitant to approach. It was like when he was a child, afraid of her scolding after doing something wrong. Yuan Chun felt a pang of pity; her own expression and actions must have terrified him.

She walked to Bao Yu and touched his cheek. Like a mother's hand, once extended, the child would weep. Bao Yu cried, "Sister!" Yuan Chun pulled his head to her chest and softly said, "Were you frightened?" Bao Yu nodded his head against her chest. Yuan Chun whispered, "Sister was wrong." Bao Yu shook his head.

Suddenly, Yuan Chun felt that something long lost had returned, and she couldn't help but hug Bao Yu tightly, her heart overflowing with affection and love. In Bao Yu's ear, she whispered, almost to herself, "Silly child, I won't blame you for anything you do to your sister!" Bao Yu was startled by her words, looking up at Yuan Chun. Yuan Chun, infinitely gentle, sighed softly.

On the bus, the crowd was so dense that it was difficult to move. Yuan Chun was pressed against Bao Yu, face to face. Bao Yu carefully avoided touching her sensitive areas, but the bus swayed, and their bodies rubbed against each other, causing him to become uncontrollably aroused.

Bao Yu turned his face to look out the window, struggling to suppress his erection. A moment later, he felt a slight movement on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Yuan Chun resting her face on his shoulder, looking at him with a slight smile. Bao Yu was both surprised and delighted, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. A surge of heat rose within him, and he throbbed and thrust a few times. Gritting his teeth, his face flushed purple, he remained still.

A moment later, a hand quietly touched his erection. Baoyu swallowed hard and looked down at Yuanchun. Yuanchun still had a slight smile on her lips, quietly resting her head on his shoulder, gazing out the window. Yuanchun

, with her face turned to the side, had smooth skin, distinct eyes and nose, and a delicate, lively appearance, like a gentle and charming young girl, immersed in a dream. The two silently leaned on each other, and in the dim light, there was a kind of tender and inseparable affection that lingered in a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

The hand below was gentle and skillful, sometimes lightly pinching the glans, sometimes stroking it soothingly. Then it reached down, cupping the entire clitoris, holding it like a precious treasure, and carefully kneading it. It reached up and pulled the entire penis through his pants, as if to explore its entire shape. Finally, with a little hesitation, it silently unzipped his pants and reached inside, touching the hot, burning penis.

Without the barrier of fabric, the smoothness of her skin made Baoyu's penis throb, its veins becoming even more prominent, its shaft erect. The hand, as if startled, paused for a moment before exploring the shaft from all sides, eventually stroking it.

Baoyu's breathing became heavy, his grip on Yuanchun tightening, then his hand slid down, squeezing her full buttocks. Yuanchun bit her lip, her legs clamping together, her hand applying slight pressure. Finally, Baoyu's penis trembled a few times, and Yuanchun quickly pressed the shaft into his shorts. A large gush of hot, thick semen gushed out, soaking his entire waistband. Baoyu felt utterly exhausted, his body limp and unable to stand. Fortunately, there were people around, preventing him from collapsing.

The bus passed the hotel, and the two got off. At the open-air food stall in front of the building, they ordered draft beer and fried noodles. Baoyu was starving and wolfed down the food. One plate of fried noodles wasn't enough, so he ordered another. After finishing their meal, Baoyu looked up and saw Yuanchun gazing at him with a mixture of sorrow and joy. Next, it was time to return to their room. Suddenly, fear gripped them both. They froze, neither daring to utter a sound, as if this place was still safe, while the room itself was an unimaginable abyss.

Yuanchun softly said, "Take a taxi back." Baoyu, momentarily breathless, suddenly remembered, "My key is up there!" Yuanchun nodded, and the two suddenly felt relieved. They picked up their things and went back to their hotel room.

In the elevator, they remained silent, letting the elevator lift them up without a sound, a feeling of dizziness washing over them. In Yuanchun's room, neither knew what would happen. They simply walked, step by step, uncontrollably, towards that place.

They entered the room, and the waiter casually closed the door with a "click," the light from the corridor being drawn back. The room was pitch black, isolated from the outside world. The air suddenly froze; only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard in the darkness.

Baoyu trembled all over. His hand rose and touched Yuanchun's waist. Through her thin shirt, he felt the soft, supple texture of her skin. His head swelled, and his face hardened in throes.

Yuanchun's waist shuddered as if she'd been electrocuted. She leaned against the wall, panting, and said, "Baoyu! Turn on the light." Baoyu hummed in response, his hand groping along the wall between Yuanchun and him. Yuanchun felt Baoyu's body close to hers, her legs buckling, and she leaned against the wall. Baoyu followed, his soft, bouncy chest pressing against her breasts. His hand fell from the wall, landing on Yuanchun's shoulder, just above her round-neck t-shirt, revealing her delicate, smooth skin.

Their breaths paused for a moment, then their hot breaths hit each other's faces. Baoyu cried out in a trembling voice, "Sister!" In the darkness, he wrapped his arms around a hot, soft body that was trembling uncontrollably.

She was much smaller than he had imagined, her waist arched. His hand tightened, and he heard a soft, dreamlike moan escape her lips. Baoyu lowered his head, pressing it against her warm, moist lips. His mind went blank; he kissed her face wildly, his hands squeezing her tightly, as if trying to crush her.

Yuanchun felt as if her bones had been pulled out, her body limp, a sense of powerlessness washing over her. She fell heavily to the ground from Baoyu's grasp. Baoyu's eyes were dry, his breath hot. He knelt down beside her, finding Yuanchun sitting on her knees, huddled in a corner behind the door.

Baoyu moved closer and sat down too. The two of them squeezed into the dark corner, like when they were children, sheltering from a downpour, huddled together in a small cave in a mountain hollow, feeling hidden in a corner of the world, where no one could find them.

Baoyu placed his hand on Yuanchun's knee. Yuanchun reached out, their hands touching, silently intertwining. Yuan Chun asked in a trembling voice, "Bao Yu, do you really like your sister that much?" Bao Yu hummed in agreement, holding her hand tightly.

Yuan Chun remained silent for a long while, swallowed hard, and whispered, "You know we can't." Bao Yu stubbornly replied like a child, "No!" His desire was reignited, and he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Yuan Chun's face.

Yuan Chun closed her eyes, her head tilting back weakly, thinking, "He must do this to me." Bao Yu's lips descended, touching Yuan Chun's nose, then moved to the corner of her mouth, like touching a small fish's mouth, the slightly parted sensation spreading through her lips, a sweet feeling lingering in her heart.

Yuan Chun stopped his head with both hands, but Bao Yu pulled forward, and their lips met. Using that as a fulcrum, his body gradually and excitedly flipped over. Baoyu knelt before Yuanchun, parted her knees, and pressed himself against her, as if falling into a warm, soft cotton ball. He tried to grab her, but couldn't muster any strength. Yuanchun slumped to the side and fell to the ground.

Baoyu, breathing heavily, without saying a word, began to pull at Yuanchun's trousers. Yuanchun curled up on the ground, like a panting fish, wriggling forward. Her trousers, like a shell being ripped off, were pulled down to her heels and then fell out again. Baoyu's hand touched the tip of her bare buttocks. Yuanchun cried out in surprise and took a step forward.

Baoyu had gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room and saw a white, hazy mass moving forward unsteadily. He leaned down, his lips following, and began to lick and kiss it. Yuanchun groaned, like a pinned insect, no longer crawling, lying there, her body trembling.

At this moment, both of them were completely consumed by lust. Yuan Chun's buttocks swayed, while Bao Yu followed behind, crawling and licking. He spread her legs apart, poked his head between her thighs, tilted his head upwards, and began to lick her labia. Yuan Chun's genitals were smooth and hairless, her labia full and beautiful, and the strong feminine scent drove Bao Yu even more mad.

Yuan Chun knelt with her buttocks raised, her buttocks trembling slightly, her labia wide open, drooping to the sides, dripping with fluid as Bao Yu sucked and licked, all of which he caught. Her knees buckled, and her thighs pressed against Bao Yu's face.

Bao Yu struggled free, pulled off his trousers, and without even taking off his clothes, pressed himself against her. Both of them were clothed on the upper body but naked on the lower body. Bao Yu, holding his already erect penis, slightly pushed apart Yuan Chun's tightly pressed legs and suddenly thrust forward. Yuan Chun's body jerked forward, and both of them cried out.

Yuan Chun froze, dazed and incredulous: "Heavens, did it just come in like that?" She squeezed her legs together, and Bao Yu's large, hot member was firmly there.

Bao Yu had finally entered his sister's body, and a wave of excitement washed over him. He cried out in a tearful voice, "Sister!" His hands pressed against Yuan Chun's hips, his lower body contracting and thrusting forcefully, crying out "Sister!" again, his lower body surging with each thrust. Each cry, each thrust, his breathing growing increasingly rapid, each thrust faster and heavier than the last.

Yuan Chun had never experienced such vigorous penetration. Bao Yu's member was several sizes larger than her husband's. He was thrusting into her from behind, and hearing his repeated cries of "Sister," "Sister," she completely lost control. She felt years of pent-up frustration being washed away with a cathartic release, collapsing limply, dripping with lustful fluids. Each time Bao Yu withdrew, she held her breath and recoiled, waiting for the next, even more powerful thrust. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, the instant he thrust in, she arched her hips backward to meet his thrust, and with a "slap, slap" sound as their muscles met, fluids splattered.

Their movements, simple and frequent, quickly reached climax. Baoyu cried out, his lower body pressing hard against Yuanchun's buttocks, stopping inside her, his penis throbbing and trembling. After a while, he ejaculated streams of semen, spraying it into Yuanchun's body. Yuanchun lay there, unable to move.

Their backs pressed together for a long time. His penis contracted, slipping smoothly out of her. Baoyu put one hand on Yuanchun's shoulder and softly called out, "Sister." Yuanchun hummed in response, seemingly lost in thought. Baoyu kissed behind her ear, but before he could even touch her, Yuanchun suddenly got up, her hair disheveled, and stumbled towards the bathroom door. Baoyu's heart was wounded, and he lay there motionless.

Yuanchun paused at the door and called out, "Baoyu." Baoyu responded. Yuan Chun waited for him to come over, gently patted his face, and then went into the bathroom. After a while, the light came on, and Bao Yu pushed the door, but it was closed. He called out, "Sister!" Yuan Chun paused for a moment before replying, "Don't come in." Bao Yu mustered his courage and called out, "I want to wash too." Then came a heart-pounding wait.

The door opened, and Baoyu stepped inside. With a "snap," the light went out again. In the darkness, Baoyu touched Yuanchun's naked body and only managed to utter half a sentence: "Sister." Yuanchun softly interrupted, "Don't speak." Her hands went to his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, and pulled them off. She then turned on the shower and began to wash him. Her slender hands flowed over his body, gentle and skillful, lifting his arms and spreading his legs, scrubbing and caressing him, making Baoyu feel dizzy and lightheaded, as if floating on clouds.

Baoyu knew that Yuanchun had always bathed him this way, and suddenly felt an urge to wash her too. He took the soap from her hands and lathered it on Yuanchun's smooth back, moving behind her and tracing down her back, first her waist, then her buttocks and full thighs, down to her heels, the touch smooth and the curves undulating. He stood up again, moving from her shoulders and neck forward to her full breasts. Yuanchun stood quietly, letting Baoyu clumsily work on her. Occasionally, their skin touched, both feeling an indescribable comfort.

When he reached Yuan Chun's breasts, where they trembled tenderly, her nipples already erect, Bao Yu's hand slid down there, seemingly unaware, continuing down to her smooth abdomen, circling once before suddenly slipping back up to gently rub and wash her nipples. Finally, one hand grasped her nipple, kneading it reluctantly. Yuan Chun's breathing quickened, and her hand reached down to find Bao Yu's long, slightly drooping member swaying forward, already about 80% erect.

Bao Yu's hand reached Yuan Chun's private parts, about to touch and wash them, but Yuan Chun bent over, covering her hands there, panting, saying, "No, I'll do it myself." Bao Yu, still panting, pried her hands open; her private parts were full and plump, smooth and tender, indeed without fine hair, not shaved. Below, the flesh was abundant, the labia folded, and Bao Yu wished he could turn on the light and part them to examine them closely.

Yuan Chun, her body limp from the caresses, arched her back against Bao Yu, her trembling breasts sliding against his back. Bao Yu, his mouth dry, instinctively pulled her close, and the two tumbled onto the bathtub.

Yuan Chun, naked, sat in Bao Yu's lap, both completely naked, the irresistible sensation of their skin touching. Bao Yu's penis instantly hardened, pointing at the base of Yuan Chun's thighs. Unable to resist the temptation, Yuan Chun reached down, guiding his member to her entrance, lifting her buttocks slightly, and sat down, both letting out a simultaneous "Ah!"

Bao Yu, his chest filled by Yuan Chun, his lower abdomen pressed against hers, skin to skin, without a single gap, felt a deep sense of security and satisfaction in the intimate closeness with his sister. He held Yuan Chun's abdomen tightly, his chin resting on her smooth shoulder, his face rubbing against her cheek in a daze.

Yuan Chun, panting softly, turned her head, and their lips met, a fleeting, almost imperceptible touch, like birds feeding each other.

His lower body moved slightly with her turn, waves of tingling pleasure washing over him.

Bao Yu nestled his head under Yuan Chun's armpit, his face pressed against her full breasts, his mouth grasping a throbbing nipple, sucking and tasting it. Yuan Chun's arms encircled her brother's head, her face flushed as she let Bao Yu suckle, her body weak and limp, overflowing with tenderness for him, her fingers gently caressing his ear.

The siblings had played many playful games together before, but none could compare to the ecstasy of today. This scene had only occurred to Bao Yu in his dreams before, but now it had suddenly become real. He almost thought he was dreaming, lingering there for a long time. The two were deeply entangled in their passionate love, their bodies joined together as siblings, experiencing an indescribable thrill and pleasure that transcended taboos. It wasn't until Baoyu's thighs ached that he allowed Yuanchun to rise and fall, until she lost control of her body.

After a day of climbing the mountain and half a day of this passionate lovemaking, both were exhausted. They cleaned themselves and came out. Baoyu lay weakly on the bed, seeing Yuanchun still whispering in the shadows. He mumbled, "Sister." His eyelids grew heavy, and he was about to close them.

Yuanchun, without a word, climbed on top of him, already wearing a nightgown, and pressed her face against Baoyu's chest, nestled obediently. Baoyu was both surprised and delighted, gently stroking her soft hair before gradually falling asleep.

The next day, Baoyu slept until noon. When he awoke, the events of the previous night seemed like a dream, unbelievable, yet every detail was undeniably real. Seeing that no one was around, he glanced around the room, but there was no one there either. A wave of panic washed over him, and he called out, "Sister!" There was no answer, but then he heard the bathroom door open softly. Yuan Chun

, with long hair and a wide skirt, emerged, her face slightly flushed, looking at him with a mixture of reproach and shyness. Bao Yu was overjoyed. He rose and stepped forward, pulling Yuan Chun into his arms. She didn't seem to resist much. Bao Yu was intoxicated. His hands gently caressed her back and buttocks, feeling their softness and comfort. Under her wide skirt, she wore neither a bra nor underwear. Having slept, Bao Yu was full of energy, and his lower body immediately became erect.

Bao Yu lifted her skirt, and Yuan Chun gasped, covering herself with her hands. She saw Bao Yu already lowering his head and burying his face in her private parts, licking and nuzzling. The skirt covered his upper body, and his movements beneath it were rustling. Yuan Chun's body went numb on one side, her hands limply resting on the arch of his skirt against his back, panting heavily.

A moment later, Baoyu crawled up from above, emerging from under Yuanchun's dress. With a struggle, his head popped out from the neckline, panting heavily. The dress clung to their bodies, making them look like one person with two heads. The two heads were entangled above, their lips pressed together, while beneath the dress, two naked bodies lay chest to chest, belly to belly, their four arms entwined—a scene both bizarre and stimulating.

Their lips parted. Yuanchun's face burned, feeling that their situation was truly lawless. As she rubbed and caressed Baoyu, her lower body became wet, and she only wanted to spread her body open, letting Baoyu thrust into her hard. She clamped her legs around Baoyu's penis, rubbing it vigorously.

Baoyu felt a tingling sensation below and couldn't hold back from ejaculating. He quickly slid his hand down from Yuanchun's waist, prying her buttocks to prevent her from moving. After a while, the urge to ejaculate subsided. He pushed Yuan Chun to sit on the table, lifted her skirt to her waist, and groped below, guiding his penis to her opening. He thrust inside. Yuan Chun's lower body was wet, and she tenderly endured the sensation, clinging to Bao Yu's back, her head tilted back weakly, her long hair swaying from side to side.

Seeing his sister's unbearable state, Bao Yu became even more excited, his hips swaying, and only

the sounds of his penis squeezing into her wet vagina could be heard, like a baby suckling.

Neither of them could see where they were joined, only the sounds, like a frenzy. Suddenly,

Bao Yu pulled out with a "pop," struggling to free his head from under her clothes, lifting her skirt high, and finally saw his sister's wet, voluptuous figure, her lips wide open, the flesh in the middle pink and sticky with juice, constantly contracting and trembling. He couldn't resist raising his penis and thrusting it in hard, the shaft swallowed by her vagina, pulling it out, creating a wave of flesh, the shaft already soaking wet.

Baoyu held his breath, watching the erect penis appear and disappear, unable to ejaculate for a long time. Suddenly, Yuanchun clamped her legs around his waist, crying out, "Faster! Faster!" Baoyu thrust a few times, and Yuanchun's body hardened. Her legs drooped, and Baoyu ejaculated a few drops of clear fluid, which splashed onto Yuanchun's private parts.

After crossing the line between siblings, for the next two days, except when they went downstairs for meals, the two stayed in the room, isolated from the world, intimately entwined, like newlyweds.

That morning, the two siblings were entangled together, Yuanchun straddling Baoyu, her brow slightly furrowed, sitting up and down. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Yuanchun asked, "Who is it?" Baochai's voice replied, "Sister, it's me." The two hurriedly separated. Baoyu grabbed his clothes and hid in the bathroom. Yuan Chun hurriedly tidied the room, opened the door, and Baochai entered with a smile, saying, "Sister, are you still sleeping?" Yuan Chun felt ashamed and rubbed her eyes, "Oh, I just woke up." A slippery, sticky fluid oozed from between her legs, and she quickly squeezed her legs together, walking to the bedside to sit down.

Baochai sat at the table, smiling, and said, "I went to school today and didn't see Baoyu. I thought he was here with you!" As she spoke, she glanced around the room.

Yuan Chun smiled blankly, "Yes, he came yesterday afternoon, had dinner, and left." Following Baochai's gaze, she couldn't help but feel a chill. The past two days, she and Baoyu had been fooling around, making a ruckus everywhere, and the room was truly a mess. Baochai

said, "Sister, haven't you gone anywhere to play these past two days?" staring at Yuan Chun. Yuan Chun's appearance was very disheveled, her languid and casual demeanor almost excessive.

Yuan Chun felt that Baochai's eyes were intelligent, clear, and bright, and she found it somewhat unbearable. A lingering emptiness remained in her lower body, and in her dazed state, she didn't know what she had said; her own dry voice echoed in the air.

As they paused in their conversation, the room felt uncomfortably empty. Baochai's dark eyes shone brightly, as if lost in thought. Yuanchun suddenly seemed to be concealing something, casually saying, "Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow." Baochai asked, "Really? When?" When? Yuanchun remembered her flight to Hong Kong: "This afternoon." Suddenly, she felt she really had to go back.

Baochai's eyes widened: "Ah? You're not going back to your hometown?" Yuanchun couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, her voice choked with emotion: "Yes, I'm not going back." Baochai gave her a strange look.

Yuanchun trembled slightly, afraid she would lose control and lose her composure. Finally, Baochai stood up and smiled: "I'll see you off tomorrow." She glanced at the bedside, her smile seeming to falter for a moment, then smiled again: "Then I'll go first." Yuanchun nodded and saw her to the door. Closing the door, she suddenly felt all her strength drain away, leaning against the door, panting heavily.

She walked back, looked around the bedside, saw nothing unusual, and sat limply on the edge of the bed. Unbeknownst to them, under the bedside table lay a pair of dirty blue underwear belonging to Baoyu.

Baoyu came out, startled: "Sister, what's wrong?" Yuanchun's face was pale and weak, looking extremely unwell. Yuanchun weakly rested her head against Baoyu's chest, saying nothing.

Yuanchun herself didn't know why she had suddenly made the decision to return to Hong Kong; it had only been a fleeting moment, spoken offhand. Perhaps it was Baochai's sudden arrival that shattered the siblings' sense of isolation, bringing them back to the stark reality. Like a ray of light piercing the darkness, her dream shattered piece by piece.

The next day, Baochai came to see Yuanchun off. The three ate lunch together, Baochai constantly smiling, drinking quite a bit of wine with Yuanchun. Her cheeks flushed, and she eventually became seven or eight tenths drunk. Baoyu offered to take her home, but Baochai hailed a carriage, got in, and pushed Baoyu out, saying, "Don't bother, your sister's flight is at two this afternoon." Baoyu asked worriedly, "Are you alright?" Baochai smiled, "I'm fine! We'll be home soon." Baoyu nodded, and the carriage drove off, kicking up a flurry of fallen leaves as it passed through the narrow alley. The window rolled down, and Baochai was in tears…

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