After the knock on the door, it wasn’t long before there came a “click,” and the door to the room swung open.
“Bro, what’s up?”
Seeing that it was Yang Haoran, Yang Mengyao felt a bit nervous. A blush crept across her youthful, pretty face as she assumed her brother had come for the same kind of thing they’d done last time.
She felt shy inside, but there was also a strange sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite explain.
Yang Haoran gazed at Yaoyao’s beautiful, delicate face. It was as pure and sweet as ever, her skin smooth like congealed cream, her eyebrows finely arched, her petite nose perfectly shaped, and her lips like ripe cherries.
Right now, that lovely little face was flushed red, making her even more alluring. Yang Haoran swallowed involuntarily, feeling a reaction stirring in his lower body.
He had originally planned to just give her a quick reminder and leave, but that thought vanished in an instant. Instead, he strode into the room and gently closed the door behind him with a casual wave of his hand.
He glanced around Yaoyao’s room.
The space was beautifully decorated, dominated by soft pink tones. It was clean and tidy, with a faint, pleasant fragrance lingering in the air.
A white fluffy carpet lay softly on the floor. A pink Simmons bed sat in the center, covered with matching pink bedding, and a fluffy Pink Bear Plushie rested on top.
A neat wardrobe and a full-length mirror stood against the left wall, while a pink computer desk and chair were positioned by the window on the right. The desk was adorned with pink anime girl stickers.
Even the curtains were a light pink, and several potted ornamental flowers sat by the window. From the computer chair, one could take in the stunning nightscape of G City’s bustling downtown without obstruction.
“Yaoyao, sit.” Yang Haoran plopped down on the soft bed and took charge like he owned the place.
Yang Mengyao’s cheeks were rosy as she obediently sat beside her brother, her head bowed low. She didn’t dare look at him, her fair little hands clenched tightly in her lap, betraying her tension.
“Sit on big brother’s lap, Little Yaoyao. Why are you sitting over there?” Yang Haoran grinned mischievously.
He really liked seeing Yaoyao like this—shy and embarrassed.
“That’s… not good, is it?” Yang Mengyao murmured softly, her cheeks growing even redder. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, so weak and fragile that it only stoked his wicked desires, making him want to tease her mercilessly.
“What’s not good about it? Come here.” Yang Haoran dismissed her concerns casually. He grabbed her soft, pale little hand and pulled her up from the bed.
“Sit on big brother’s lap yourself, Yaoyao.” His voice turned gentle, like a big bad wolf tempting a little white rabbit.
With her back to her brother, Yang Mengyao bit her thin lip and hesitated for a few seconds. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she slowly lowered her exquisite teenage rear onto his lap. The moment she sat, a hard, burning rod pressed right between her thighs, poking straight at her most private spot.
Of course, Yang Mengyao knew exactly what it was. She’d licked it before—and even tasted it fully.
Yang Haoran’s cock pressed against his sister’s smooth, tender pussy. Even through their clothes, he could feel the soft texture of her there.
He shifted his hips slightly, rubbing his cock against her pussy over the fabric as he said, “Yaoyao, big brother wants to check how your tits are developing.”
Before she could react, two wicked hands slipped in from the hem of her top. They slid up along her belly, pushed aside her bra, and each seized one of her heavy breasts.
“Feels like they’ve gotten a bit bigger, haven’t they, Yaoyao?” Yang Haoran hefted the weight of her tits with his large hands, feeling their heft. He leaned his head close to her ear and teased her in a low voice.
“N-No… they haven’t.” Yang Mengyao shrank back like a timid quail, her pure and delicate face beet red.
She could feel her brother kneading her prized chest with his strong hands, molding them like dough into all sorts of shapes. Her nipples were caught between his fingers, gently ground and teased.
Strange waves of pleasure radiated from her breasts, while her private area felt like it was being massaged by his cock. She was mortified, her face burning with embarrassment.
“Haven’t they? Then big brother should develop them even more. Yaoyao, your tits are so big and soft—feels amazing to touch.” Yang Haoran breathed hot air against her flushed earlobe as he teased her.
Faced with her brother’s lewd words, Yang Mengyao grew even shyer, burying her head like an ostrich and not daring to respond.
Seeing how embarrassed Yaoyao was, Yang Haoran stopped teasing her verbally. Instead, he focused his hands on fondling and kneading her breasts. The silky sensation was like warm jade; when he pressed down with his fingers, they yielded with elastic bounce, sinking deep into the soft, fragrant flesh.
His hips bucked upward rhythmically from where he sat, letting his cock gently rub against the tender spot between her thighs.
His brows relaxed in bliss, his face a picture of enjoyment.
After playing with Yaoyao for a while, Yang Haoran’s cock had swollen to its maximum, aching uncomfortably.
With their parents at home and it being the dead of night, he didn’t dare break her in here. If Mom suddenly showed up like last time, they’d be totally screwed.
“Come on, Yaoyao. Like last time—use your little mouth on big brother.” Yang Haoran helped her stand, then yanked his pants and underwear down to his calves, baring his lower body. A thick, long, rock-hard dark brown cock sprang free. The shaft was as girthy as a baby’s arm, topped by an egg-sized glans that stood proudly at the tip. Veins bulged along it like carvings on marble, giving it a powerful, rugged, intimidating look.
For some reason, his cock had grown again—now measuring a full 18 centimeters.
He gestured for Yaoyao to kneel between his spread legs.
This time, Yang Mengyao didn’t resist much. She knelt obediently, her flushed face drawing slowly closer to her brother’s fearsome cock.
It wasn’t her first time seeing this monster. Her clear eyes reflected the massive glans, where a trickle of clear, glistening fluid oozed from the slit.
She bowed her head and brought her face near the tip. Her pink tongue darted out, lightly lapping at the fluid leaking from his slit like a dragonfly skimming water. As she licked, she gazed up at her brother with those beautiful eyes, watching his reactions.
“Heh heh… Yaoyao, you little slut. You love licking big brother’s cock that much?” Yang Haoran knew his sister’s kink all too well by now. He placed his hands on her silky black hair, stroking it gently like he would a pet.
“Mm.” This time, Yang Mengyao’s cheeks were rosy, but she didn’t deny it. She gave a soft hum of affirmation.
She knew her brother was aware, and truthfully, she really did love licking it. The taste was great to her, and the intense musky scent was the strongest there—yet she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she craved it.
“How about tasting big brother’s piss, then, Yaoyao?” Yang Haoran asked in a negotiating tone.
At his words, Yang Mengyao hesitated a little but didn’t outright refuse.
“Big brother, if you want me to… Yaoyao can drink it.” Hesitantly, she spoke those utterly depraved words. Her innocent eyes, pure as lotus flowers, gazed up at him from her stunning, pure face.
