In the middle of the night, my sister slipped into mine again, I turned over in a daze, and reflexively took her into my arms after adjusting the price.

There is no reserve between us, and we all say that we are showing affection. In fact, physical contact is the most effective way to convey our feelings.

That's why when we were kids, if we liked a girl, we had to pull her hair and lift her skirt.

My sister's body is always so delicate, even if she touches the bones, it doesn't give people a hard abruptness.

There's nothing wrong with being a little fat, and my sister thinks so, so she never competes whether she is 75 pounds or 80 pounds.

In every breath, it was all the scent of my sister.

I slept well before, but now I feel more and more awake, so in the dark night, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my sister, whose head was buried beside my neck, and her thick hair was spread on the pillow. He reached out and gently stroked her long hair.

If you like a person, you don't have to possess it. This is a rhetoric often used by those who can't possess what they like, or an excuse for philanthropists who like a big tree but want to look at the whole forest.

If you truly love someone to the core, the idea of ​​possession is unstoppable.

The * that arises out of love is good, and the * that arises out of * is sinful.

The room was quiet, my breathing was a little heavy, while my sister's was very steady.

Through the dim light outside the window, I found that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was smiling, so what would I dream of in my dream? Is it me?

I was curious and wanted to explore, so I longed to meet her in a dream.

...

...

I don't know when she left, but when I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw a lip smeared with thick lipstick that kept printing on my face, mouth, and neck.

I suddenly raised my hand to block the lips that were printed again, gently pushed her away, and struggled to sit up in a daze,

"What are you doing, I haven't washed my face yet, so it's not too dirty!"

"I don't mind, hehe!"

My sister squatted down, lying on the edge of the bed and looked up at me, her fair skin was full of ruddy, and her black and white eyes were a bit cunning. On the bedside table stood the lipstick that had been unscrewed, corresponding to her plumpness. to red lips like flames.

"Why are you so stupid?" I lowered my head and asked her suddenly with a smile.

"Huh?" My elder sister looked at me blankly, stunned by my sudden question.

"I said, why are you so stupid?"

"you……"

My sister scratched her head, and then realized that I had been teasing her all the time, so she stood up angrily and stared at me with her waist crossed.

I smiled and didn't try to comfort her. Instead, I reached out and took the lipstick on the side, presumably smearing it on my lips.

"Yeah, brother? You...?"

My sister pointed at me in shock, I ignored her, but waited until the lipstick was applied, and I waved to her.

"what?"

I patted the edge of the bed with a smile, "You, come here, sit down!"

"Well..." My sister pretended to think about it, and then sat down on the edge of the bed reluctantly.

I reached out and held her little hand gently, looking at her tender white cheeks, the delicate skin was like condensed grease, I couldn't help but kiss her face suddenly.

My sister froze for a moment, and then realized that I had lipstick on my mouth, so she hurriedly pushed me to look, ran to the door, turned to look at me, and crossed her waist angrily.

"I know you're not angry!"

I then took the toilet paper by the bed and started sticking my lips.

The determined tone of voice made the atmosphere of my sister's disguise vent half in an instant. Yes, she was not angry at all. The angry look on her hips was just pretending to be played by me.

Life always needs a little adjustment, and anyone who stays the same will get tired slowly.

My sister walked back with her head down, sat on the edge of the bed, raised her hand and hit me on the arm,

"you are nasty!"

I smiled, but didn't refute.

After wiping off the lipstick on my mouth, I took out another piece of tissue, and wiped her lip print while holding her little face.

"That's right, sister Mengmeng!"

"Asleep, like a pig!"

As soon as I heard that Sister Mengmeng was still asleep, I couldn't help turning my head to look at the alarm clock on the side. It was almost eight o'clock at half past seven. I guess my mother has left by now.

I'm a little curious, didn't my mother call us when she left this morning?

When my sister saw my confused face, she knew what I was bewildering.

"No, my mother said that we were too tired to play all day yesterday. Take a good rest today, recharge your energy, and continue playing tomorrow."

Fortunately, I don't drink water now, otherwise I would have to spray my sister's face. I really convinced my mother that she cared that we were too tired to play, and told us to take a good rest for a day.

Is this really what a mother should say?

"Then why did you wake up so early and wake me up too!"

"You don't know why I got up so early!" My sister asked angrily.

I stuck out my tongue with a smile, "Did you wash up?"

"No!" My sister shook her head, "I wanted to see you when I woke up, and then I came over and saw that you were sleeping, and the idea of ​​playing tricks on you rose in my heart."

I really can't help but want to give her full marks for this answer.

Since my sister hadn't washed up yet, I didn't want to get up, so I took the initiative to stretch out my hand to hold the edge of her white sweater, and in her eyes full of surprise and incomprehension, I took it off for her.

The pink and white tight-fitting cardigan and woolen trousers outline her delicate curves incisively and vividly, and I can clearly feel the faint warmth emanating from her body even if they are separated by a foot.

I looked into the bed and moved, then lifted the quilt beside me, and gave my sister an encouraging look.

She immediately understood, and grinned and got in.

The best morning is to warm the quilt with your favorite on a cold winter day.

Her body is always warm and soft, especially her chest against my arm.

I turned over, stretched out my arms and embraced my sister, lightly tapped my lips on her forehead, and gave her a malicious smile,

"Aren't you wearing underwear?"

My sister blushed, but she did not shy away from my smirk. Instead, she raised her face with a shy expression after her sweetheart discovered the little welfare she had prepared for him.

"I feel it, do you like it?"

"Like is like, but you can't go out in a vacuum like this!"

My possession* is so strong that I feel scared myself.

"Of course not!" My sister rolled her eyes speechlessly, "All my beauty is for you to appreciate."

"Then...hehe." I raised my eyebrows at my sister maliciously, "I'll appreciate it for a while."

Saying that, I got into the bed.