I want to climb into my brother's room from the window. He may not allow me to hold him. Then I will sleep behind him. After he falls asleep, I will kiss him quietly. He may wake up and give me a slap in the face and pick up his hand. The hard thing beat me up because he is very annoying now. If hitting me can calm him down, I will let him hit. After all, it is a man's job to coax an angry girlfriend to change his mind.
But the floor was too high for me to climb into his room, and I was too eager to get in for warmth. I remember my brother said that if I was disobedient, he would put me in a cage. He did what he said. My brother imprisoned me outside his room. The earth under my feet is a prison.
I couldn't sleep or dared to sleep. I wanted to go to the kitchen to help my brother cook a bowl of porridge for breakfast. When I passed the full-length mirror, I saw myself looking embarrassed. My left cheek was red and swollen, and the bruises on the corners of my lips were sticking to blood. I suddenly remembered that I was beaten by my brother, and my body started to feel a little pain.
My summer limited love is over. Maybe in the future, I can only watch my brother marry a beautiful sister-in-law, hold the cute child, hold the new brother’s hand and walk into the auditorium, and become someone else’s father and brother. Here, there seems to be a pair of hands stuck in my neck, and I can't breathe.
At about 4:30 in the morning, the sky was light, and the aunt opened the door softly to make breakfast for us. I was in the kitchen by surprise.
I had already cooked a pot of porridge, and I felt strange and unpalatable after tasting it. I asked my aunt to cook it again. I put it in a bowl and put it on the dining table, and ran back to the room to wait for my brother to get up.
Auntie was tidying up the room that I messed up while chatting with me, saying that my brother's stomach is not very good recently, because the last time he drank, she also said that my brother recently discussed cooperation with a big entrepreneur, and the other party's requirements are very demanding. My brother is too busy to avoid getting upset, so the food cooked in these two days is light, and he is more inclined to my brother's taste, and he is not blindly used to me in the dishes.
I didn't notice this, because once the sight is blocked by eager resentment, people will become stupid and short-sighted.
My brother usually wakes up at about 7:30. Recently, he was going to pick me up and set the alarm clock at 5:10. I stared at the wall clock. It was 5:10. There was no movement in my brother's room. It seems that he turned off the alarm. . I'm almost late, but I don't want to go to school. I'm afraid that when I come back from school and see no one in my house, I will suddenly become an orphan.
Across a door, I can hear his breathing and heartbeat, and even the sound of his burned arms decayed gradually. He has a pair of slender and noble hands. I have imagined that I would cut off those hands and hide them in my arms countless times. Let him touch me and hug me forever, I wish it was my face that was decomposing and painful at this moment.
It was finally half past seven. My brother hadn’t moved yet. I seemed to have been in jail since last night until now. A rage ignited by extreme fear urged me to escape. I couldn’t control myself anymore and kicked me. I opened the bedroom door, and the wood residue on the door frame exploded. With a loud noise, the room was filled with smoke, and the smell of overnight tobacco was so strong that I wanted to vomit.
My brother was sitting in front of the French window staring at me indifferently, with his wrists on his knees, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, half a cigarette between his fingers, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts. I thought I saw a decadent demon hit. Entering the window lattice, he knelt on the ground with a soft knee.
I crawled towards him without the slightest dignity. In front of the angry elder brother, I did not have the slightest spine and face, partly because of fear of him, and partly because of loving him. We have never had an overnight fight, and my brother has never been so angry. I and he admitted that he was indifferent.
My brother really looks down on my current behavior, he grabbed my collar and lifted me up, and looked at me solemnly.
He checked my body first, opened my sleeve and asked me if I was hot yesterday, I shook my head.
Not at all, because the boiling water was poured on his hands.
The heavy curtains made the bedroom light very dim. My brother opened the curtains and the light hit me so that I had nowhere to hide.
My brother's gaze suddenly stopped on my neck, staring for more than ten seconds, I saw his eyes gradually congested, his eyes changed from indifference to anger, like a wild haired wolf rushing on me, applying medicine His red and swollen left hand lifted my chin hard, his eyes fixed on my neck.
I hadn't realized what was going on. He slapped me twice when he raised my collar and snarled at me: "Duan Yan! You want me to die, don't you—?!"
My cheeks were so hot and sore, my eyes were black for a few seconds. He hit me harder than last night. I don’t understand why he hit me again. My brother hits me and it hurts. I can hit me with just one hand. Can't stand up and can't hold hands.
Of course, I didn’t want to fight back. For a moment, I thought that if my brother beat me to death, all diseases would be cured on the day of death. From then on, I became normal and healthy, guarding my brother in another world, hoping Decades later, he came to pick me up with an old and ugly face. I don't dislike him, I hold his hand.
My dazed and sluggish expression may have offended my brother. He pulled my arm joints to scream, dragged me to the mirror, and violently raised my head to show me my virtue.
There was a poor bug in the mirror, and the fingerprints on his cheek were clearly visible. I was surprised to see two unusually obvious scratches on my neck.
I explained to my brother that someone wanted to strangle me last night.
"Who? You say, who?!" My brother slammed my body against the wall, my internal organs were about to be shattered by him, and there was a sudden dull pain in the bones.
My brother asked who wanted to strangle me. I tried to remember for a long time before vaguely remembering it was myself.
There is a scientific basis for people’s inability to strangle themselves. I tried very hard, but always failed. In the end, it turned into a self-mutilation of my neck, which is also a trace of skin congestion and bruises. Hickeys are more romantic than pinch marks, but The essence is the same, all from a kind of crazy cross-boundary love.
My brother picked up the strip lamp on the table, pulled off the wire connected to the wall and used it to beat me, clasping my two wrists like iron tongs with his right hand, pulling my buttocks, legs and back vigorously, every time They are as heavy as lead poured, and my brother's hysterical roar is in my ears.
"You fucking piss me off, kid, what's in your mind every day? Eighteen years old, the rebellious period should have passed? What did you do like a personal thing?"
"Mom, the meeting in the room last night was all group directors. I answered the phone and ran away. What do the bosses think of your brother? If I lose my job, you still want to live in a flat house and go to school. Go to the fucking road!"
"Duan Jinjiang has me to take care of, and your ass shit? If you are full, you will not study, and you will run away from home. You have enough life. If your classmate calls me, what do you want? Do you know that hot water can burn people to death?"
"You want to die, right? Your brother, I'm not enough to scald you for you, right? Are you sick? Are you sick? You can't pinch yourself today, cut your wrist tomorrow, jump off the building the day after tomorrow, you are gone, let me live by yourself?!"
"One foul ball, and Brother Bai raises you. With this time, I can find a chicken to have a child and teach it better than you."
He stood up and kicked my stomach fiercely. I hunched up and curled up in pain. I imagined vomiting blood like on TV, but it didn’t happen. The intense pain like rain overwhelmed me, and I rolled and struggled. My brother still keeps on hand, he wants to kill me.
The dog would always jump off the wall when he was anxious. I shook off his hand hard and rolled over and kicked him on his shoulder. My brother staggered back two steps, and I took the opportunity to rush over and knock him over, twisting with him.
Talking in anger was too hurtful, and I finally realized how my brother felt when I said, "You are violent, you are near the river."
The scalded flesh of his left hand broke a large piece when he hit me, and the pus and blood dripped to the elbow, which must be very painful.
I can't bear to beat him, I just want to kiss him and lick his pus-oozing wounds like a dog.
I knelt on his hip bone and looked down at him. My brother was too haggard today, as decadent as the two bunches of roses that I hid secretly under the bed that were covered with mold, but he was still beautiful.
My legs are still shaking, but I have to grow up. I want to pretend to be a man, but I am still weak.
"Am I just ill?" I asked him seriously, "You often take me to Chen Xingge's house. Isn't he a psychologist? Am I really mentally ill?"
My brother lay on the ground, smiling and pulling at the corners of his stiff lips: "Yan, no one ever treats you as a patient."
It doesn't matter if you are sick or not, I don't care about this. What I care most about is whether my brother is willing to fall in love with me.
I asked him this question, and he laughed out: "Xiao Yan, do you know what we are doing, is it comfortable to be fucked by my brother?"
I don't understand what he meant, I only know that his smile hurts and my chest hurts.
I asked him in a low voice, if I had a force, would you be willing to fuck me all the time? Do you think your asshole is dirty
He was stunned for a while, took me into his arms, and hugged me very hard, as if to crush me, the shards pierced into his chest bloody, and we became one.
I don't understand. He clearly said that the closest person loves everything. If he doesn't want to go to me, I can go to him. I am not too dirty. I didn't know what to say to appease my broken girlfriend, so I hugged him and brought the two trembling hearts closer together so that my brother could hear that I love him.
The room was quiet for a long time, and his foreheads and I were against our foreheads. Auntie went out to buy groceries after she finished her breakfast. The moment the door was closed, we bit each other's mouth by coincidence.
He clasped my waist, turned over and turned into the oppressive side, condescendingly biting the cub who provoked the authority of the Wolf King. My brother's kiss changed from the previous gentleness, became manic and uncontrollable, he bit my tongue out of blood, I bit his lip, and we were fighting like two sharks in the smell of blood.
He carried me to the table to dry me. The porridge bowls and dishes were pushed aside. I had a dim sum of the porridge made by my aunt. If it was spilled, my brother could only eat the porridge I cooked. I did not cook well.
My brother hastily rubbed the purplish red and hideous sex organs twice and then the lubricant was stabbed into my ass. The hardwood table topped my spine and the bruise on my back that was just beaten by my brother. I screamed, my brother. On the contrary, he was even more fierce to fuck me, panting in my ear and asking, "Why do I have a slut brother who can be fucked by my brother's dick? It's not cheap."
Hearing what he said, my eyes became blurred involuntarily, and men couldn't say that they were wronged, so I had to say that it was painful. I do not show off, I just want to have sex with my lover, I am not cheap, as long as Duan Rui says he hates me, I will leave this home. I found that I am not afraid of becoming an orphan, loneliness is just a normal state, I am afraid that my brother does not want me.
He hugged me, stroked my cheeks and back, and calmly asked if I wanted to break up. He said that a person will have many romances in his life, and if you stick to one that is inappropriate, you will miss the better. I believe he is right, because he gave up his sophomore junior so he can talk to me now, but I am different, I don't need a better one, I just want my brother.
I bit on the side of his neck and tightened my teeth until he gasped with pain and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.
It hurts me because of his work. The huge penis was smashed on the glands that were too mature. I gritted my teeth and endured it. As long as I had sex with him, I was not afraid of anything. I seemed to faint for a few minutes in the middle. Knowing that Duan Rui had kissed my eyes, that kiss was slow, with grievances, and affectionate enough.
He hit me and fucked me. I was shaking all over, and I ran away and finally threw into his arms, asking him to touch me. When I felt scared, I couldn't help but drill into my brother's arms. His arms were the warmest and safest.
I don’t need to love my brother unless he is dead, unless I die. If an adult wants to think about so many boring ethics, I would rather be naive. I really want to grow up and force my brother to fuck, he wouldn’t think so. It's gone.
We had a long one, and both of them were sweating profusely. He pulled the semen-stained sex organ from my ass, and I immediately curled up into a ball and couldn’t move anymore. The blood, semen and the foam from the lubricant came from me. The rotten swelling between the two buttocks that couldn't fit together squeezed out from the naked eye and dripped to the base of the thigh.
I twitched and crawled away, hugging my convulsive body and hiding in the corner. I wanted to recover a little bit before going to take a bath. I also wanted to remove the mottled and dirty body from my brother's sight. I checked the information and said that in the sage time when the sex ends, a man is easy to get bored with his bed partner. I don’t want him to think this thing is dirty after I have done it with me. He must think so every time. My beloved girlfriend has Cleanliness, I have to accommodate him.
My brother walked towards me. He didn't wear anything, nor did he wipe the semen on his cock. The same is true for me, the most primitive and honest, I was ashamed again, and he blocked the asshole that he could not close with his hand.
He picked me up and put me in a soft bed, and lay on himself and hugged me. I was trembling in his arms, and he wiped my tears with his still intact right hand.
Xiaoyan. He dumbly called my nickname, and called me several times. I hugged his waist with difficulty, he was also shaking, trying to restrain himself for a while, still couldn't help holding up my face and kissing me. We just had sex too intense. We broke a vase and threw the lily in it to the ground. It gave off a humid smell, similar to the smell of flowers when the fallen leaves rot in the soil, just like people, some people It rots in full bloom.
I raised my eyelids and asked him, "Brother, will you make me an orphan."
Duan Rui frowned, his fingers pressed against my chin so that I couldn't open my mouth to speak.