my brother became a scum

I smashed the memories bit by bit, and suppressed all the anger and unwillingness. This is not very difficult for me. I have negotiated with shrewd businessmen, and also fought with moral colleagues Controlling emotions is a compulsory course in dealing with people, although I never thought that I would have to do this outside of work.

Zhang Chen got out of my arms, kissed my chin, and said, "Let's go home."

So we left the bathing center, and I drove the car and the navigation back to the villa.Auntie made a quick meal, and we ate dinner in a moderate manner, and returned to the bedroom after taking a shower.

Zhang Chen doesn't talk much tonight, which is good, because I really can't muster the strength to argue with him or coax him.

I dug out some vitamin tablets, chewed them up, drank some water, and swallowed them. Zhang Chen lay on the bed and asked me, "You're not feeling well?"

"Yes, take some vitamin tablets."

"Does it work?"

"The right is psychological comfort."

"I'll ask my assistant to arrange a physical examination for you later. If you like these, I'll buy you the best and most suitable one."

"It's okay, I just had a physical examination at the beginning of the year, there is nothing wrong with it, and I don't need to waste money, so I took it out as a psychological comfort."

Zhang Chen remained silent, and then played with his mobile phone. I lifted the quilt and got into the car. Not long after, Zhang Chen got into my quilt from his own quilt, resting his head on my shoulder and putting his hands on my shoulders. On my stomach, it looks very good.

His hand slid under me and touched it tentatively. I didn't say anything, and I didn't grab his hand. His movements became bolder, a bit like a young man who just found a fun toy, The technique is terrifyingly familiar.

Sometimes I think, Zhang Chen knows so many tricks in bed, so he can be touched by people, maybe he plays with others a lot, and it is true that I am the only one behind him, but the person who is close to him is not. Know how many there are.

Many people around me are looking for sexual liberation. People's desires should not be restrained. When they think it's appropriate, they can have sex when they think it's appropriate. It's good for physical and mental health, without psychological pressure.But maybe my thinking is too feudal and solidified, I can't accept these thoughts, just like I can't face Zhang Chen's too rich love history.

But in this contradictory psychology, I was still physically stiff, and I didn't move. Zhang Chen crawled down bit by bit, and he hugged the place where I was raised.

He is very obedient, obedient, and likes me very much. I reached an orgasm in this false fantasy, and shot the fishy liquid into his mouth. He sucked it for a while, but he still couldn't hold it back. , Lie on the bed and vomited out.

He lay on the edge of the bed and retched, and after a while he said, "I really love you."

Trust can't be rebuilt with a few sex sessions, and I trust time more than sweet words.But what is lacking between Zhang Chen and me is time, after all, neither of us knows when the hidden bomb will explode.The sweetness and warmth in front of me are real, and so are the breaks and separations in the future.

Zhang Chen is sure that I will never accumulate enough capital to overthrow the forces behind his mother, but one day, I will personally break his dream.

Zhang Chen almost slowed down, slowly climbed up, and rested his pillow on my shoulder again, I could see his lowered eyes, but I didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Zhang Chen said, "You can hug me."

I hugged him, patting his back like coaxing a child.

"You can ignore me."

I stopped patting his hand on the back and asked him rationally: "Want?"

"want to."

So I didn't think about anything, and didn't say anything, I pressed him and rushed in, which lasted most of the night.

The next day, we reconciled as before, and no one mentioned what happened yesterday. The rice porridge cooked by my aunt was soft and sweet. Zhang Chen drank half a bowl more. I put half of the chopsticks mustard on his plate and said: " Eat something salty, so as not to upset your stomach."

He raised his eyebrows, but obediently ate a little.

After breakfast, we continued to work overtime. He did his work and I did mine. When we took a break, we had a drink together. I drank plain water and he drank fruit juice. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.The day passed quickly, and in the evening, Zhang Chen personally cooked and said that he would stew pot beef for me.

He put on the apron very seriously, and slowly cut the radishes. I looked at him by the kitchen door, and I seemed to go back to a few years ago. We were still in my grandfather's house, separated by a floor. Glass, the TV was beeping loudly, and as soon as I turned my head, I saw him busy.

Sometimes, Zhang Chen is real, he cooks for me and entangles with me, more often, Zhang Chen is false, he is superior, plays with people's hearts, selfish and indulgent.

I walked up to him, hugged him from behind, rested my chin on his shoulder, he frowned, and said to me: "You are like this, I can't cook anymore."

"why?"

"I want to do what I should do with you."

"What is the right thing to do?"

He turned his head quickly, kissed my cheek, then turned his head quickly again, and said, "I want to kiss you."

I shrugged and smiled silently, and said to him, "I want to fuck you."

But I stood up straight and watched him clumsily throw the ingredients into the pot. I couldn't help but step in to help, pour more water and add half a teaspoon of salt. We cooperated tacitly and covered the pot. There was a thin layer of sweat.

Zhang Chen asked his aunt to help watch the pot, and hurriedly grabbed my hand and pulled it out. I told him to slow down. He licked his lips, said that he couldn't wait, and tightly held my hand.We didn't even have time to enter the bedroom, and crashed into a guest room. The door closed behind itself. I wanted to turn on the light, but he kissed me hastily and tore my clothes carelessly.

His calmness, his strategizing, disappeared completely in the darkness, and I was also set on fire by him. I couldn't see his expression, and he couldn't see mine clearly. In the mattress, the body is entangled and yearns for the warmth of the other party. Desire-desire washes away my reason and makes me rush in bluntly. He trembles with pain, but he wraps his calf around my waist tightly. He kisses me carelessly, My cheek hit the cold liquid, and he whispered, "I'm not afraid of pain, don't leave me."

I don't know if the cold touch just now was his real tears, or my illusion, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it abruptly—it was salty, it smelled like tears, and his back was clamped tighter, like It was fear and seemed to be flattering, which gave me the illusion that I could control his emotions.

I personally broke this seductive illusion, pecking his lips lightly, but caressing his hole with the opposite wildness. He rubbed my back, but didn't leave any scratch marks—his nails were neatly trimmed and rounded like a beast with its minions removed.

Under the high-intensity fuck-dry, his body trembled violently, but he clung tightly to me, and soon trembled violently. I reached out and touched his lower body-he really ejaculated.My fingertips were stained with a lot of his semen, and I smeared it on his pretty face, and then I licked it with my tongue before he protested. The pendulum brushed against the most sensitive place, appearing tender and affectionate.

We kissed each other carefully, tongue and tongue intertwined like lovers, the senses seemed to spread countless times, the comfortable signal was slowly transmitted from the intercourse to the whole body, when he reached the peak for the second time, I I also experienced a few seconds of brain blankness. We lay lazily for dozens of seconds, and he touched my back again and again, which was extremely gentle.

I propped up my upper body, pulled out my penis-injected lower body, easily picked him up, grabbed the sheet at will, and wrapped his body.All the employees in this villa are very tight-lipped. I opened the door and carried him to the bathroom. He didn't feel embarrassed, and even had a mood, rubbing his butt against me.

I carried him into the empty bathtub, took off the nozzle to help him clean his body, the muddy liquid slipped out along my fingers and the water flow, he was half kneeling in the bathtub, his slender waist looked extraordinarily fragile, his tiny body The panting sound was depressing and alluring, which made me feel hard again.

My fingers hesitated a little, but he didn't look back, but smiled and said, "I want it too."

I pulled out my finger with difficulty, turned off the switch of the nozzle, moved my hand to put the nozzle back to its original position, and looked away, and said, "Get up, it's time to eat."

"But I don't have the strength to walk."

I wiped my face and tried my best to get the desire out of my brain, and I said, "Stop messing around, I'm hungry."

I wrapped a towel around my lower body, and pushed open the bathroom door. The cool air outside the door invaded the bridge of my nose, which made my mind a little clearer.

Indulge in desire once, it will be the second time, cross the bottom line once, the second time will be easy.It is clearly the most primitive, simplest and purest love, but I feel fear in my heart, afraid of being addicted to it, forgetting the way I came here and the direction I am going forward.

The light on the dining table was turned orange, the food exuded a charming aroma, most of the rice cooked by Zhang Chen was gone, Zhang Chen was in a good mood, and would pick up a few chopsticks for me, we were like ordinary couples, naturally Take care of each other and enjoy the quiet time of dinner.

I had the urge to take a photo, but Zhang Chen was one step ahead of me, took out the phone, handed it to my aunt, and said, "Take a photo for us."

I faced the camera stiffly, the phone's built-in flash didn't blink, but my aunt had already finished taking the picture, and handed the phone to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen put down his chopsticks, took the phone and fiddled with it. I subconsciously said, "Don't post it on social platforms."

Zhang Chen stopped fiddling, threw the phone on the dining table casually, and said, "Are you shameful, or do you not want others to know that we are together?"

"The impact is not very good, and there will be some trouble."

"That's right, you are now at a higher level, and it's not good to have a same-sex scandal," Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows, and his smile was not the slightest haze, and he continued, "But I have already posted on Weibo, what should I do?"