Are you there?brat

My brother is so cute.

My brother is doing well.

my brother...

Huh...huh?

I looked up into his eyes, always feeling that something was wrong with my brother.

The ball is over.

Wouldn't it be too excited to overwhelm the effect of the medicine?

I touched his head and kissed him lightly: "Brother."

He replied sullenly: "Yes."

Probably the medicine has really worked.

I felt his movements became heavier. Originally, he was very gentle and considerate, and would rub my waist.

Now it's pretty much just grabbing me on the bed and fucking like crazy.

Hey, what can I do?

Ready to be fucked, I took the initiative to stretch my legs around his waist.

He paused, his eyes were a little red, he looked at me and didn't speak.

I took two deep breaths, put my arms around his neck, held him in my arms, and went to kiss his eyes.

My brother has such beautiful eyes, I need to kiss him more times.

Maybe it was my movement that made him relax. He leaned on me and said with a sob: "I can't control it."

I hugged him: "It's okay, I understand."

He seemed to have received a pardon, hesitating to bite me.

I reached out and touched his face and smiled: "Go on."

In the next second, I had to pay for what I just said.

After the joy, he sat on the bed.I felt that this picture was too obscene, so I took a bath towel and covered him.

He looked up at me, bewildered.

I hesitated: "Do you want to take a shower?"

He stood up resolutely. I thought he was going in and wanted to make way for him, but he grabbed me and dragged me all the way to the bathroom.

Damn, engage in bathroom play?

Playing so big today?

After venting, he finally calmed down a bit. I struggled for a while to get my unkempt hair and adjusted the temperature to help him rinse.

He can remember things that he can't control. I think this is the saddest thing.

If it were me, I would also feel very guilty.

Probably, this is the reason why he took more and more medicine.

After making the bed, I went to get a new sheet from the cupboard and put him to sleep.

He grabbed my hand and said something suddenly.

"I don't believe you."

After he finished speaking, he stared at me firmly, and I was stunned.

He added: "Are you...are you going to run again?"

Only then did I realize how deeply I hurt him.

So deep down in his bones that I was flattering him and paralyzing him.

Then wait for an opportunity to escape.

When I think of him saying "I will believe you" when he is obedient, I can't help but feel a little sad.

I didn't want to run away, and I didn't want to abandon him anymore.

I shook my head: "No, I won't run."

He stared for a while, then relaxed slightly: "Really?"

I smiled: "Really."

Only then was he somewhat satisfied, lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

Soon fell asleep.

Probably tomorrow morning he will apologize to me again.

I sat on the bed and slept all night.

This is a very serious problem.

He doesn't believe me.

Suddenly, I could guess two or three things about the content of the yelling between him and his brother.

Probably because his brother said that I was lying to him, just looking for a chance to run away.

After all, I have done this kind of thing before, and I am familiar with it.

He stubbornly said no, that he had slept with me, and that I would not run away.

But he can try to convince everyone, but he can't convince himself.

Subconsciously, he still feels that I must leave.

What do I have to do to make him trust me?

I do not know either.

Squinting my eyes slightly, I heard someone calling me.

"Brother," he leaned into my arms, "I'm sorry."

I sat up and rubbed his big head: "What are you sorry for?"

His eyes were red: "Did I lose control last night?"

I shook my head: "You did a good job, really."

He suddenly grabbed my hand very hard: "Really?"

I looked at him for a while, then nodded with a smile: "Really."

Building trust is hard work.

He made me a glass of milk and made me a sandwich with eggs I had in the fridge.

Hey, how should I put it.

I think my younger brother is more talented in cooking than I am, but why is he so out of his mind that he wants to eat my cooking?

Does he really think that if he can tie a man's stomach now, he can tie a man's heart?

Obviously takeaway can handle everything.

He sent me to work, or let me get off at the old place.

I opened the door to say goodbye, but he hesitated for a while and asked me, "Can I kiss you?"

No way, my brother is too cute!

I held him in my arms and kissed him vigorously, and for a while I imagined that he would go to class with his swollen flaming red lips.

The picture is so beautiful, I dare not think about it.

Forget it, he'll be late for class if it continues!

He was quite satisfied, and waved to me: "I will pick you up in the afternoon."

As soon as I stepped into the office, the crossroads of my life began again.

Now, I think, Xiao Dou might want to let male sex disturb me.

What is this man thinking?

Am I attracted to beauty?

Last night, your brother fucked me so hard that I went to heaven, do you know!

My mind is still the Virgin Mary, trying to sing Hallelujah with God.

I smiled and said, "Hi brother, goodbye brother."

Hey, Xiao Dou may have lost a muscle in his brain.

I really don't know how he kept the great rivers and mountains.

By perseverance?

I think it's better to rely on shit luck than he is messing around now!

Is the next step going to go to the three generations of my ancestors and call on my family members to put pressure on them?

I pulled out my ears and squinted my eyes in reverie.

Maybe Xiao Dou invited my mother out, and then added fuel to my mother and said how inappropriate we are, and asked my mother to beat mandarin ducks, bring money and me, and disappear in front of them together.

Not to mention whether my mother will cooperate, I think whether my mother can come over is a problem.

After all, the old lady really likes to make troubles, so maybe she beat Xiao Dou with her backhand.

When I think of Xiao Dou fighting with my mother there, I want to buy a popcorn machine even more.

I want the kind of popcorn that pops very fast, otherwise I can't keep up with what I eat.