My brother sat up, took two pieces of paper to help me wipe my butt, grabbed my ankle and lifted one of my legs, helped me wipe the dirt between my hips and the roots of my legs, and occasionally put his fingertips into the anus to get the semen and The bloodshot was drawn out and wiped clean.
"You bleed me again."
"a little bit."
"You said you didn't hurt me. If you do this, I won't believe you in the future."
"Um... Don't, believe me."
"Forget it, I don’t care about you... Don’t treat me like a moneyless duckling... Every time you fuck, I shit and it hurts. If it breaks, I have to go to the hospital for stitches. I don’t do it. , I won't go, it's a shame..."
At first, I closed my eyes and chatted with him, clutching the pillow tightly, but then I hugged him to the old man without knowing why, and my chin was stuck on his shoulder, making hoarse pain and bleeding.
My brother hugged me, rolled up the dirty tissues and threw them into the trash can, patted my ass, and asked me softly, "Don't you like being fucked."
I'm currently weak, and when I'm weak, I'm easily mentally weak. Hearing this, I was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and I didn't know whether to nod or shook my head. I don't just like being fucked. If I were to intervene with my brother, I would be very happy. The point is that the person who has sex is Duan Rui. In this sex, I am the most stimulating and comforting my brother.
Besides, even if I don't have sex and only kiss, I still get goose bumps from head to toe when my lips are tangled.
Or if I don’t kiss, I wake up every morning and see his sleeping face very close to me. Occasionally, my eyelashes touch the tip of my nose and I will laugh.
My brother is very clever, how could he not understand this matter so simple.
I cracked his head so that he had to look at me, and asked the question I wanted to ask the most.
"Brother, do you like me, do you like boyfriends?"
He was silent, and after a while, he asked me, "What about you."
I said yes.
Recklessness and rebellion are privileges unique to our age. I would not think about the invisible and intangible future like Duan Rui did, so I told him plainly that at this moment I want to be his brother and also want to be with him. When I get married, I neither like girls nor men. I am neither heterosexual nor homosexual. If someone breaks up, I can still find new love, but if I break up, I will only become an orphan.
I think the principle can be ignored in the face of explosive uncontrollable love. Even if the indulgence will ruin each other's lives, there is no way. I can't think so far. I only know that if I lose Duan Rui at this moment, I will die of thirst. Embracing him is an instinct for self-help.
He suddenly hugged me into his arms. The arms were too tight and it made me difficult to breathe. I couldn't move. I could only lie in his arms and listen to the heavy and powerful beating in his chest. My brother's heart seemed to be speaking to me in a frustration. : "I, love, you, ke, me, yes, courage, little, ghost."
It doesn't matter, I will grow up soon, hoping to be one centimeter taller than my brother, and then protect my cowardly brother. I know we freaks are no different from crime in most people's eyes, but I still can't help kissing my criminal accomplices.
Duan Rui's kiss was skillful and cruel. He sucked all the air from my mouth, and his body pressed all over me, his left hand oozing pus and blood clasped my neck tightly.
The oxygen in the body was consumed rapidly, and the brain began to be hypoxic and chaotic. I gradually suffocated in his palm. Instinctive struggle was inevitable. I desperately broke the hand he clasped on my neck. In fact, my heart was calmly waiting for my brother to personally use it. Death healed me, I saw a singing bird in his painful and confused eyes, and found an answer—
If I die, I just need to stand there and wait. One minute or five minutes, my brother will come to me, and we will hold hands to find a pair of amiable parents. I want to leave a suicide note and engrave a line of text on our joint burial tombstone, saying, "Here are two dry ducks buried here. They were drowned."
But I wanted to be buried at sea again in exchange for the freedom of the second life.
I suddenly sucked in a little more air, the confinement on my neck disappeared, replaced by Duan Rui suppressing my crazy kiss, we entangled with each other naked, our genitals rubbed until we got erect, rolled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, biting like a dog. Each other's bodies were branded with mottled bright red marks as a mark of slavery.
He put his finger in my mouth, clamped my tongue, and asked in a low voice in my ear: "Will Xiao Yan blame me in the future."
I spit out his fingers, and then helped him lick the dripping saliva between his fingers, and replied without any margin: "Brother, you are very beautiful, you are very beautiful, you look better than a woman, you are the sexiest when you pee with half your waist and butt..."
I certainly don't blame him, but I don't have any evidence, I don't promise him, let him see it with his own eyes.
My brother turned up the air conditioner and covered our pockets so that we couldn't see each other's tears and crazily red eyes. Finally I kissed his lips, and he responded with a hot wet kiss, very tender.
We kissed until the two lay down side by side quietly, panting, I pillowed his arm and he hugged me.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, and then lightly dusted it in the ashtray, "If you are my son, I have to let me kill the dead number and try another one."
I pillowed my hands and raised my legs: "The script in my mind last night was like this, what happened to Duan Jinjiang, and then you became so angry that you decided to put Duan Jinjiang in the prison and give him another shot. Charge."
"Basically follow the script." My brother sneered, "I am really angry."
"Tsk... If you don't save me, I'll be over... The script didn't write to let you save the hero..."
Smoke came out of his mouth slowly, and he rubbed my head and told me that if you don't save you, it won't be your brother.
He also said that he would deal with Duan Jinjiang's affairs at his discretion, but he would consider my wishes according to his intentions.
"Speaking of it." My brother turned over and leaned close to me, rubbing my cheek with the tip of his nose, and asked me, "What did you just say, who is beautiful?"
I say you".
He squeezed my ass, kissed me before I opened my mouth and screamed, and sprayed a puff of smoke into my mouth to choke me.
"It's forbidden to repeat it in the future."
"I know my brother."
We were in bed for a while, my brother looked at his watch, and then put on clothes on him: "I have to apologize to the directors today and explain what happened in the middle of the meeting last night."
"Don't you go to the hospital first." I saw him so haggard and wanted to say, "I will go for you, you have a good rest today." I also want to bear a little fatigue for him, waiting for me to grow up.
My aunt’s porridge was cold. My brother went to the kitchen and served a bowl. I hid under the door and peeked at him. I saw him hesitating between the two pots of porridge. Finally, I chose a pot with a different selling price. Come back inside.
I have tasted it in advance. Although the porridge I cooked is neither fragrant nor good-looking, the rice grains are very soft and rotten, which will not make his stomach uncomfortable.
I watched him eagerly. My brother chewed slowly while eating. I lay on the table and looked at my cheeks, silently admiring the white porcelain statue that I had only acquired at a high price. I was afraid of cracking him again. So place him carefully and wipe him.
I posted an all-night stay last night, and now I relax, my mind is chaotic and there is an illusion of being drunk. In fact, I really want him to stay at home with me today, but I can't be willful anymore.
My brother drank half a bowl of porridge, put his chopsticks on, put on his suit and went out.
I couldn't help handing out my hand the moment the door closed, grabbing his hem.
The heavy security door concealed my wrist, and the bones and twitches inside it hurt. My brother trembled, and immediately turned his head and squeezed my hand into his palm, rubbed it, and stared at me in panic.
I secretly messed up and yanked him, he was caught off guard by me being dragged over and pounced on me. We fell and rolled on the carpet. This time I put under him to prevent dust from sticking to his suit.
"Want to be beaten?" My brother frowned again, I haven't seen his tiger teeth for a long time.
"Husband." I subconsciously called out.
My brother's eyes widened, and his mouth was slightly open for a long time without being able to say anything. His eyes are so beautiful, the corners of his eyes are raised, like the feathers of a bird.
I suddenly regretted calling him that. It was obvious that he was my girlfriend, but I wanted to show him weakness. I threw him away, endured the embarrassment and fled towards the bedroom.
After taking two steps, he clasped his hands around his waist, and then my brother put his chin on my shoulder and replied in a dumb voice, "Well, you said."
I said to him, "I try my best to study hard, take a school close to home, what major can help you in the future... You help me think about it."
When he went to work, I was lying on the balcony to look at him, took the rose he gave me out of the drawer under the bed, untied the ribbon and threw it down.
It rained outside, my brother was wiping the rearview mirror, moldy and shriveled petals fell all over him, he looked up at me, I just smiled.