After playing the entire game, I retired first. The brothers played well in the second half, and I estimated that I would be in the top three at least.
The four guys said that I had attracted the cheerleaders of the girls in their class, so I lost, and I compared two middle fingers to those stupid guys.
After I changed clothes and took a shower, I was taken in by a few senior high school sisters outside the changing room. A sister who looked like Yang Mi smiled and touched my face. I didn't know where to put my hands, so I wrinkled. They raised their eyebrows to fend off them, and they laughed, Duan Yan, why are you so cold.
"The teacher tells you to go back and send out your homework." Someone walked towards me apart from the senior sisters. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he looked very easy to bully the weak guy.
I'm a bit blind, and I almost can't recognize Shi Chen without taking off his glasses.
To be honest, I don’t want to see him very much now. Yes, he is the first man I ever fucked. But when I saw him, I remembered that he blindfolded me that day. My brother shot me with his hand. I was so shameless .
He didn't seem to want to mention it. He sneaked me into the changing room, took out a pile of things wrapped in scrap rolls from the cuffs of the large school uniform and stuffed it to me.
"what."
Shi Chen whispered a message to me: "Someone sprinkled this into the school. I think that person will help you to collect it as soon as he leaves. Be careful."
Before leaving, I screwed his egg: "Thanks."
He covered my crotch with red eyes and scolded me for having no conscience.
My brother's car stopped at the school gate and waited for me. I got in the car and threw the pile of things in the handle to him: "Shi Chen picked it up. Did you see it? It's time to donate a library."
My brother picked it up and looked through it, lazily dusting the soot out of the car window.
It's a stack of photos. The angle is obviously sneak shots. In the restaurant, my brother and I used two straws to drink the same glass of orange juice. There were also several ambiguous photos of us kissing each other’s foreheads on the balcony at night. In fact, they are not amazing at all. There are a lot of them in the password box of my mobile phone. The nude photos of us rolling on the sheets are very exciting. When my brother is working overtime, I can look at the photos and post them.
Who else can do this kind of disgusting activity, only our cheap father. According to my conscience, my brother and I have never cheated our father. My father drove to cheat our son day by day. This thing was scattered to school. He deliberately wanted me to be expelled.
My brother stared for a long time and pressed the cigarette butt out on my butt in the photo.
"I see." He looked straight ahead and said flatly, "I'm not afraid."
It doesn't matter to me, but I'm afraid that the bastard will sprinkle the photos on my brother's company.
My mind was messing up, and suddenly I saw in the rearview mirror that there was a large bunch of red roses in the back seat, wrapped in black and white silver paper, which was very cool.
"Damn, isn't it." I knelt on the seat with the backrest and stared at the bunch of flowers, "It's for the mistress."
My brother drove the car and laughed: "Yeah."
I used to think that my brother was raising a lover outside, but now I think about it and I feel very annoying. Obviously we are in love, I'm his husband, he doesn't guard women's way at all, he has a swaggering face to attract bees and butterflies.
My brother put a hand out under my clothes and touched my waist.
"Go to your mother and force the old pervert." I pulled his hand away, "Go to hell you."
The car was parked in my garage. My brother adjusted my seat back by a large amount. He turned over from the driving position and buckled me in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed me, licked his tongue into my mouth, and his hands were not honestly separated from me. Sweatpants fumble.
"Who is you scolding, scold another one." He grabbed my dick, his hands were very strong, and his mouth was kissed and cruel. Why can't you smell the sorrow?"
He gripped my dick so badly, I bit his neck with one bite: "You are the one who scolds, go with your mistress, remember to wear a set and don't come back to spread my venereal disease, rubbish."
My brother stopped and squinted: "Who the hell told you that I have a mistress."
I reached out and pulled the flower in the back seat and hit him in his arms.
My brother raised his eyebrows, picked up a card from the flower, and dangled it in front of my eyes with two fingers, with Duan Yan written on it.
"Boy, it's fortunate that your brother is clever and wrote a note, otherwise I really don't understand this matter."
"..." I was holding a rose, Tai Niang in both hands, and too silly to hold the other.
I had bought roses on Valentine's Day in the past, and the little girl in the street stall shivered with cold in a thin down jacket, and grabbed me for ten yuan each. I bought one, inserted it on my brother's car door handle when I returned home, and hid on the balcony to watch him. He casually pulled the rowan off and stuck it on the head of the snowman piled by the children in front of the door until the snow melted and the tattered rose rolled in the mud, and Valentine's Day was over.
We did it once in the car, I took off my pants, my brother separated my legs, and gave me a mouth with half of my erection stick in his mouth.
I took out my phone to take a photo of him, and put the rose in the lens. This angle seemed like my brother’s nose was narrow and deep and his eye sockets were deep. Prettier than the prostitutes in the night garden.
I save the photos in the album, and the album notes "wife's beautiful photos".