Chapter 4

Lying comfortably on the bed, crossing my legs, I was holding a novel called "The Alchemist of the Desolation" in my hand, reading with relish.

While reading, hehehe, he was lewd and lewd, and a thin little book was turned to the last page, closed the cover, and threw the book on the bedside table, savoring it with an unfulfilled feeling.

Thinking back to the excitement of the content in the treasure book just now, I couldn't help but start thinking, putting one hand on my hips and pointing my fingers up to the sky, shouting: Summon in the name of Zhang Wei - Demon Moon Evil Book!

At this moment, the door of the room touched... and was pushed open without warning. I subconsciously turned to the door, looked at the person coming, and asked: Xiaoru, what's the matter with looking for the owner?

My sister stared at me with the eyes of watching the aliens, then without saying a word, holding the door, turning her head and shouting downstairs: Mom, call the police quickly!My brother is going crazy...

I sweat...

Good, handsome, you've killed me!

OK, sister, stop making trouble, is there anything wrong?I quickly waved my hand and called to stop and asked to my sister in a pleasing manner.

My sister looked me up and down with suspicious eyes, and confirmed that there was still medicine for my madness. Then she explained her purpose: Brother, go to my room.

What are you doing? Are you fighting friendship?I agree with both hands and feet!

Of course, I only dare to ask that sentence in my heart.

Sister, what are you doing in your room?In the corridor on the second floor, I followed my sister to her boudoir and asked carefully verbally, fearing that my eldest sister would answer that she wanted to kill me.

I have no connection to the calculator in my room, please help me.

Oh...No, hey!Sister, don’t you know calculator better than me?You won't do it yourself!I asked strangely.

I'm going out now and I don't have time.

The eldest sister rolled her eyes and said to me.

Damn, it turns out that I'm too lazy to do it myself.

If you want to go out, am I very idle?I whispered in a low voice.

Hey... brother, do you have any, and you want to see me?My sister turned her head and showed her fierce gaze, which scared me so much that she shook her head and said no.

That's it, I'll leave first... When I come back, I have to go online, you can do it yourself!Before leaving, my dear sister did not forget to leave a threatening and ruthless word, pushed me into her room with her palm, and then went downstairs to go out.

Looking at the back of my sister who threw me like a man into her most private and secret room and left casually, I could only shake my head and smile bitterly.

After watching my sister leave, I turned around and began to look at my sister's room...

Living under the same roof, my sister's room is certainly not a national key protection planning area for her younger brother. However, my sister and I usually spend time together in places like the living room downstairs, and rarely stay in each other's room for more than ten minutes, let alone enjoy it.

As soon as I stepped into my sister's boudoir, a scent of scent immediately blew towards me, smelling very much like the body fragrance of my sister. It was a little similar to the fragrance emitted by hot milk. It was rich but not fumigated, light and pleasant, and very pleasant.

My sister's room is decorated with a series of wallpapers complemented by light blue and purple. The blinds outside the window are half open, and the sunlight passes through the gaps, reflecting through the reflection, revealing kumquat-colored lights, dreamy and dazzling.

The biggest difference between a girl's room and a boy's room is definitely not necessary to explain it. In addition to being clean and cool, the decoration of my sister's room is actually quite simple. I don't know if it is because she lived in the school a few days ago. Apart from the basic furniture, there are almost no stickers, dolls, toys and other gadgets.

The most conspicuous decoration is the huge bookshelf on the wall opposite me and the amazing number of books on it. When I saw that the bookshelf were all serious data books, which were completely different from my personal preferences. It made people feel disgusted and I felt dizzy when I saw it.

Looking to the other side, I looked at my sister's inspiring double bed, a light pink mattress, a light blue sheet, a pillow case, and neatly laid without wrinkles. She was indeed a regular lady, unlike the messy sheets that I always had that day.

Next to the pillow, the only doll in the room - the fluffy Pikachu - made me stunned for a while...

Like the childhood of an ordinary little brat, I had a period of time fascinated by Pikachu a few years ago. If I remember correctly, I was always bullied by my sister at that time. On my 16th birthday, I spent all my pocket money and bought such a large doll as a gift to pay tribute.

I was simple and a little mentally retarded at that time, but I knew that the girl was not interested in Pikachu at all. Besides, my sister didn't like rag dolls at all. Looking at the three big black diagonal lines on her face when she received the gift, I realized that the flattery hit the horse's legs.

I always thought that my eldest sister had thrown away this bird thing, but I didn’t expect that she would stay until now?

I slowly walked towards my sister's bed and squatted down, looking at the family photo taken by my mother, sister, and the three of me on the small cabinet. In the photo, I seemed to be when I first went to China for four years ago. I had a monk's head, like a stupid pussy, standing in the center, with my left and right hands wrapped around my mother and sister, smiling shyly. My sister, who was still in high school at that time, had her long hair and no glasses. She was so childish that she had not taken off her smile, and she could tell that she was already a beauty; my mother was still young, completely different from now on. People who didn't know would definitely think that she was the eldest sister of my sister and brother.

Recalling the warmth of our mother and son who depended on each other for life, I couldn't help but look at the mother and sister in the photo again, and smiled lewdly... If I had the opportunity to take another family photo in the future, the same person and the same pose, but... I hope that the two girls I hugged and hugged in the photo would be naked... Fantasy, although I had the desire to rush into my sister's room and the bathroom to hunt for treasure immediately, in order to avoid the long night of dreams, I would think about it and finish the things that the queen had just given me, like the trousers that my sister had just changed... Such good things must be kept for the end and should not be wasted.

After pushing open the desk and chair, checking that the wires were connected, I turned on my sister's calculator and started setting up the Internet.

Although I am not very good at calculator, the simple online procedures are still unstoppable. I knocked and hit it for about ten minutes, logged in successfully, and started a website for testing. After confirming, I turned off the calculator.

Just as I was about to get up and move my position to explore, I suddenly saw a DC camera on the desk, and my sister who likes to take pictures. This hobby is no different from that of an ordinary girl. Then I found that the memory card falling in a corner next to the DC suddenly felt a sense of curiosity to find out.

Open the calculator, take the memory card and insert it into the slot, and gently click on the data folder that automatically reads and jumps out, Wow!A lot of picture names popped up at once - there were actually 70 or 80 photos, and it seemed that they were all selfies. My sister has taken a lot of photos recently.

Looking at my sister on the screen, dressed up in the solemn suit at school, sexy clothes outdoors, coolness when taking selfies in the dormitory, beautiful smile, and perfect figure, and feasting the eyes, I have to be grateful and admire my own foresight. I can actually notice what others cannot, and find this DC hidden in the depths of the demon abyss and all evil!

Most of the following photos are the same, but the sister in the photos is sexy, playful, charming, and pure, and a bunch of varied expressions that are not easy to see are still a great enjoyment, which makes me enjoy it.

With a fun mentality, I clicked the last next button and jumped out of the last photo in the data folder, but it was a surprise that made me stunned and frozen on the spot...

It was a photo that made my brain stop working: it was like walking on the street and suddenly saw aliens dancing in front of you; it was like you had just finished a bowl of hot noodle soup but found a live cockroach at the bottom of the bowl waved to you; it was like you had just finished your wife but found that she was a man; it was like you landed on Fengyue Continent and saw the bitch shouting Long live Xiaobai.

It was actually a very ordinary photo, a very ordinary pornographic photo, a very ordinary very common SM pornographic photo.

In the photo, there is a naked girl who is tied to her private parts by a rough hemp rope. Her soft and tender flesh is concave and protruding with the rope traces, especially the proud breasts on her chest, which are more firm and gorgeous under the tie of the hemp rope. Her hair is filled with seductive sweat, and the girl's bright red lips are slightly opened, squeezing her white breast ball with one hand and stretching her finger against her red lips with the other hand. Her beautiful face shows an extremely lewd expression, and her eyes are as if she is saying to the person watching the photo: Come and fuck me...!

The most important thing is that the heroine in this photo is my sister.

After seeing the photo that shocked me and didn't know what to do, my memory became chaotic, and there seemed to be a blurred fault.

I vaguely remember that I silently turned off the calculator, took out the memory card, returned everything back to my original position, went downstairs, saw my mother who was busy in the kitchen, and then...

At the moment, I woke up and my mother was pressed down on the dining table by me. Her half-naked body was only wearing an apron, her plump butt was raised high, and she was panting continuously, silently enduring my fierce and ruthless invasion.

The rough paws were placed on the pair of snow-white breast balls on my mother's chest, and they grabbed a light red bruise; the round and plump buttocks were red in a large area under the fierce collision; the pure and beautiful face of my mother's pure and beautiful face was covered with rain, and her pretty eyes were filled with tears, which immediately made me feel very distressed when I woke up.

Mom, I'm sorry!sorry!I quickly let go of the hand that squeezed my mother's chest, stopped the rough movement of the cock pulling out, and kept apologizing to my mother.

My mother turned her head, looked at me pressing behind her, reached out and gently touched my sweaty cheeks a few times, barely showing a smile, but the doting in her eyes was a kind of tenderness that didn't need to be said.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother affectionately, as if I was gently untiing the last fig leaf - the apron on her body when I was lifting the hood for the newlyweds, and threw it aside; then, I asked my mother to turn around and face me, maintain a bonding state in her lower body, hold her waist and buttocks, and walk towards the sofa in the living room.

My mother's hands were around my neck to maintain balance; she blushedly buried her face on my shoulders, gently biting her shoulders to prevent her moans from constantly overflowing from her mouth under the stimulation of her penis when she was thrusting through her every bumpy and deep penis.

Mother’s love is a kind of dedication without regrets.

Apology is redundant, and what can be given to her is just to be as gentle as possible.