My brother became a love brain

I had a hunch that his being together meant something different than mine, but I didn't correct him.

I think being with Song Dongyang is a bit like seeking skin from a tiger. The degree is a bit exaggerated, but it should be that way, but I have no other way out.

We walked along the side of the road together for a while, but didn't see any familiar cars. Song Dongyang stopped in front of a pure white car and said to me, "I drove a new car."

"Where was the car last time?" I couldn't help asking him.

"Throw it in the garage, I have already found a second-hand car intermediary, and it will be disposed of in the near future."

Hearing what he said, I was actually quite happy. Although I don't know if he disposed of the car because of Ma Feifei's fear, I can assume it was because of this.

We approached the car together, and I naturally walked towards the rear seat, but Song Dongyang opened the passenger seat, and said, "Sit here, Chi Rui."

I glanced at him and asked him, "When you looked at the passenger seat, didn't you think of Ma Feifei?"

"Occasionally I will think of it, so I hope you sit in the passenger seat, so that I will only think of you in the future."

I'm not messing with him, well, I'm messing with him.

I pointed to the back seat and I said, "I like to sit here."

Song Dongyang didn't try to persuade me any more. He bent down and helped me open the door of the rear seat. When I got in, I found that there were more than 20 reference books piled up beside the seat.

"Where did it come from?" I picked up one at random, and I knew I hadn't done this one just by looking at the cover.

"Someone brought them back from the provincial capital." He closed the rear door of the car, opened the front door again, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened his seat belt. "These reference books are recommended by experts. I probably read them. Look, it's not bad."

"Have you kept a set for yourself?" I touched the cover of the reference book, thinking that I would like to have it even if I paid for the copying fee.

"Keep it, this set is for you." He stepped on the accelerator, and the car started on the road smoothly.

"Thank you, I will give you the money tomorrow." I said this thank you sincerely.

"What money to give, I'll give you a gift, just keep it."

I didn't mention the money anymore, and stroked the reference book, like touching a loved one, and I felt extremely happy.

Maybe my appearance is a bit silly, Song Dongyang saw me like this from the rear car mirror, and couldn't help asking: "So happy?"

"Yes, very happy."

He stopped talking.

The car drove to the door of a strange building, he asked me to get out of the car, and I got out of the car, and then saw him park the car familiarly between the two cars.

He got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and walked in my direction.The smoke sprinkled on my face, I didn't speak, I didn't even frown, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, looked at me complicatedly, and said: "In the past, you would control me and not let me smoke, but recently, you Don't care about me."

I used to treat him as a good friend and brother, so naturally I would take care of him.Later, I didn't take him seriously, so I didn't bother to care about him.

I thought I was secretive enough, but I didn't want to be exposed by him face to face.

I couldn't refute it, so I simply didn't speak. He pressed his tobacco-smelling lips to my forehead, and said, "Take care of me from now on, okay?"

I said "hmm" in agreement.He held my hand and led me into the building. As expected, this place is still a secret club.

The service staff are very warm and considerate, and I am not too uncomfortable. Anyway, I just eat, not everywhere.

Song Dongyang made a reservation in advance, and we sat face to face. He scooped up a bowl of soup for me sometimes, and helped me tear apart a crab meat. He was so considerate that I had the illusion that he was my father.

No, my dad is not as thoughtful as he is. My dad would just slap me on the shoulder and say, "Eat more."

I was full and satisfied, so he asked me naturally: "Go take a nap together?"

I strangely felt the hidden meaning of this sentence, so I bit a strawberry and asked him: "You don't feel uncomfortable down here."

He said: "It's fine down here, but now I'm hurting all over. You should sleep with me for a while, and it should be much better."

He said so, and I couldn't find any reason to refuse, so I ate the remaining half of a strawberry, licked the remaining juice on my lips with my tongue, and said redundantly: "You can bear it." Just do it."

We fell on the light gray bed, the mattress was as soft as cotton, and I almost fell asleep lying there, but Song Dongyang still came over and pulled my school uniform.

Our winter school uniform is blue and white sportswear, which is very loose and easy to take off, but the sweater and cotton trousers inside are not easy to pull.

Song Dongyang tried it, but he had to put his hands around my waist, his fingers tugged at the hem of my sweater, and said, "Raise your hand."

I thought this scene was very funny, so I couldn't help but say: "Brother, I'm so old, you still help me get dressed."

He closed his eyes for a moment, and his arms trembled a little. I was a little surprised and asked him, "What's wrong?"

He said quickly, "Nothing."

I tried my best to cooperate, and he easily took off my sweater and my thick cotton trousers. I took off the long johns inside, and I just lay naked and waited for him.

He was wearing a cardigan and warm pants that were too thin to resist the wind, and then I noticed that his panties were wet in a large piece, and I realized belatedly that he was shaking because he had ejaculated.

I didn't say anything exciting, so I just called him "brother".

His fetishes are kind of weird.

Our time is really limited, he was a little fussy, but I didn't want to wait, I touched his upper body directly, he blinked his eyes, and leaned over to kiss me.

So I think it's easy to do it once with eyes closed, twice with acquaintance, but Song Dongyang is too sensitive, barks very loudly, and scratches my back like a wild cat.

The two of us tossed about for more than half an hour. I glanced at the watch on the bedside and pulled out my things. Song Dongyang put his arms around me and refused to let me go. I said to him very seriously: "Hurry up!" It's too late for class, you've all shot, so don't hold me back."

His eyes were misty, and when he looked at me, it was like a little brush, ticking my heart.

He said, "You're still tough."

"I'll take it on the road myself." I replied nonchalantly.

He was silent for a while, then asked me, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's comfortable," my brain has drifted back to school, "but this is chores, we have to get down to business."

He relieved himself and let me get dressed. After I got dressed, I found that he was still lying on the bed, so I went over and called him, "Get up soon, I'm going to class."

"I'll make a call and have someone take you to school." His voice was a little hoarse, and he looked sleepy.

"how about you?"

"I'll lie in bed and sleep for a while."

"No." I frowned, "Even if you are tired and want to sleep, you still have to go to school. You can listen to some lectures in the classroom, but you can't hear anything when you lie in bed."

Song Dongyang looked like he couldn't laugh or cry, he said: "Ruirui, please be soft-hearted, I was just ruined by your bull."

"Didn't you ask for it?" I didn't soften my heart at all, and looked extremely cold, "You can't afford it? I can't afford to tickle you again!"

I made a gesture to really scratch him, but he rolled around on the bed, chuckled, and said lazily, "I don't have the strength, if you pull me, I'll get up."

Without thinking about it, I bent down and stretched out my right hand to him. He looked up at me and stretched out his right hand. Our fingers gradually touched, touched, and intersected, and we held each other tightly.

"Get up." I tried my best to pull him up, but he was lying limp without any effort.

I pulled it a few times but didn't pull it up. I was a little angry and wanted to let go, but he clenched my hand tightly and forced it hard. I was unprepared, and I was dragged onto the bed by him and pressed against him.

He hugged me again, sighed contentedly, and said softly, "Brother loves you."

I pretended not to hear and struggled to get up, but he didn't stop me. When I got up, he followed suit. We hurriedly packed our clothes and went out.

Song Dongyang didn't drive by himself, he arranged for the club's driver to drive. He sat side by side with me in the back seat, and closed his eyes with me.

There was nothing to say along the way, only the sound of each other's shallow breathing could be heard.

The car stopped, thank God we were not late, we parted at the entrance of the teaching building, I entered the classroom, and realized belatedly that Song Dongyang didn't give me the pile of reference books.

Forget it, ask him after school.

Thinking this way, I have already acquiesced, and Song Dongyang came to me after the society.

However, before school was over, a major event happened in the third year of high school—Ma Feifei offered to transfer schools.