It turned out to be a drift bottle. My sister snapped the rubber stopper and turned the bottle upside down. A folded, yellowed note slipped out of the bottle.

My sister looked at me with a little smugness. I understood what she wanted to express, so I quickly complimented her before she spoke.

"Yes, yes, you are right!"

"Humph!" My elder sister hummed proudly, then carefully opened the note and read in a low voice,

"Today, those classmates in the class secretly said that my brother and I were children without a father. I was very angry. If there were not many of them, I would definitely fight with them. March 2008..."

When I read the last date, my sister suddenly stopped and looked up at me strangely.

"What's wrong?" I was a little puzzled. "Show me what's written on it!"

"No, nothing!" Said, my sister lowered her head and continued reading, "March 21, 2008."

After reading, she silently folded the note and put it in her trouser pocket.

I felt that there must be something wrong with the note, and I guessed that it was probably because of the paragraph on the note about "being ridiculed by classmates for not having a father".

After all, my sister and I have never had a father since we were young... Hold on, a flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind. Just now, my sister read, "My classmates are secretly saying that my brother and I are children without a father."

"My brother and I don't have a father!"

I murmured silently in my heart, and a shocking conjecture jumped out of my mind when I integrated my sister's expression after reading the note.

"Isn't it a coincidence that you found the drift bottle that you threw nearly ten years ago?"

"Sister! I want to ask you a question!"

I gently hugged my sister's back, she was turning on the faucet and washing her feet with water, so she responded to me without looking back,

"Well, you ask!"

"Did you throw this drift bottle back then?"

After listening to my question, my sister who was rushing her feet suddenly stopped. She turned her back to me, but her eyes were dull looking ahead.

After waiting for a while, I found that she seemed to be really stunned, so I quietly raised the arm around her back to her armpit, and scratched her arm gently with my fingers.

My sister has been ticklish since she was a child, so she suddenly clamped her arms and my fingers were caught in her armpits.

"Giggle..." She twisted her body while laughing tenderly, "Hurry up and take your hands away, it's itchy!"

"Then you have to let go first!"

I smiled lightly, then pulled out my hand, feeling the itchy sister laugh even more, but her arms tightened.

"Don't move!" My sister's voice was a bit squeamish.

"Okay, okay!" I replied to her with a bit of helplessness in my tone.

After my sister took a deep breath, she let go of her arm, so I quickly retracted the palm that was under her armpit.

"You're so annoying!" My sister turned around, her face flushed brightly, she raised her wet little hand and patted my chest lightly, "I almost fell down!"

"With me, where will you fall!"

"Then you quickly support me," my sister rolled her eyes at me angrily, "I haven't finished washing yet!"

"Yes, yes, my Lady Queen!"

I stood behind my sister, quickly reached out my hand, and gently embraced her waist. My sister put her feet under the faucet and continued to rinse her feet.

I'm not going to ask her any more questions about the drift bottle, and just stare at her tender white feet.

My sister's feet are really beautiful. Unlike mine, her toes are a little short, and the toes are still round, and her nails are well trimmed.

My sister and I have completely opposite attitudes towards nails. I cut my fingernails diligently, but for toenails... I don't think I will cut them once a month or two.

As for my sister, she basically cuts her toenails every three or five times. As for fingernails, girls like to keep some long nails. After all, it is good for fake nails or nail polish in the future.

Soon she washed one foot, but the problem reappeared,

"My feet are wet, how can I wear socks and shoes?" My sister turned to look at me, her pink cheeks puffed up.

"This is easy to handle!" I smiled slightly, then took off the schoolbag on my back, unzipped it, and found a roll of toilet paper among the stuffed shopping bags.

"No, just use this to dry it!"

After that, things were much simpler. After wiping the water with toilet paper, I took out the socks from my pocket and handed them to her one by one.

After she put on her shoes, with her help, I started to wash your feet.

After washing and drying, I put on my shoes and stomped my feet lightly on the ground.

"Hmm—!" My sister stood in front of me, holding her small hand high, and yawned with a round mouth.

And this lazy waist also revealed the shape of her already full breasts, which were covered by the loose sweater.

Or as she said, she is physically more mature than many of the classmates in the class. Otherwise, why is she complaining about her growing **** when everyone else is complaining that her **** are growing too slowly? And worry?

Physical precocious puberty did not drive her psychological precocious puberty. Even though she was nineteen years old, she was as innocent as a young child.

I couldn't help stretching out my arms, gently wrapping her waist, and pulling her into my arms.

"ah!"

My sister who was caught off guard was taken aback, but then she put her stretched arms around my neck and gently rubbed my chest with her small face with a look of enjoyment.

My sister's body is always warm and soft, like a large pillow stuffed with cotton, but it smells better than the pillow.

I just want to hold her like this, it's really comfortable!

The sky has gradually darkened, and the street lamps along the river road are also lit.

It wasn't until the lights scattered on the dam fell on top of my sister's head and were caught by my scattered eyes that I came back to my senses.

Looking down at the girl I was holding in my arms, the corners of her mouth were raised in a beautiful arc, her eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing seemed to be very even.

I first kissed her smooth forehead, then gently shook her body,

"Sister, are you asleep?"

"No!"

Sister's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft and waxy voice came out of her small mouth.

"It's getting late, we should go!"

"Yeah!" She nodded and took the initiative to leave my arms.

...

...

Listening to the rustling from the umbrella, it seems to be a little denser, the rain should be a little heavier!

My sister took the initiative to take the shopping bag in my hand, so I put my free arm on her pink shoulder, and while walking, I would occasionally kiss her face close to her. A kiss on the earlobe or on the neck.

"flute--!"

The ships passing by on the river also turned on their lights. The raindrops fell on the river, and the tiny and dense ripples interfered with each other. The lights reflected in the river were also scattered and turned into a colorful mass. I can't tell if it's the handwriting of the abstract masters or the casual graffiti of the children!