“Forget it. Think it over carefully before answering your big brother.” Yang Haoran had no intention of forcing his sister on this point.
“Mm.” Yang Mengyao actually felt a bit put off inside as well.
She licked at the urethral slit for a while, until she had cleaned away all the liquid oozing from the tip. Then she parted her plump, rosy little lips wide and took the glans into her mouth.
Her tender tongue wriggled like a nimble serpent. In short order, the surface of the glans was left slick and glistening. The grime caked in the coronal ridge was teased, scraped, and swirled away by her pink little tongue, drawn into her mouth and swallowed down her undulating throat.
Once she had thoroughly cleaned her brother’s glans, her moist cherry lips—shining with a pearly sheen—engulfed it inch by inch.
The thick, long shaft of deep brown flesh vanished bit by bit into her cherry mouth, until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. Only then did she pause.
Yaoyao’s silky black hair spilled over her shoulders. Her pure, pretty face bulged out on both sides, like a little squirrel stuffed full. Yet in Yang Haoran’s eyes, her small mouth had barely managed to take in two-thirds of his cock.
Three or four centimeters of the root still jutted out, impossible to force deeper. Yang Haoran gazed at his sister’s puffed-up cheeks and knew she had given it her all.
“No need to push yourself, Yaoyao.” Yang Haoran savored the waves of pleasure surging from his groin, his fingers gently combing through the hair at her temple.
“Mm.” Yaoyao’s beautiful eyes fixed on those remaining three or four centimeters of shaft, a spark of reluctance in her gaze. But her mouth simply couldn’t stretch any further—not unless she ignored the pain and rammed her brother’s glans straight through her throat into her esophagus.
“Slurp… slurp…” Her silky hair draped over her shoulders as her pretty face swelled and relaxed in rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
A layer of crystal-clear saliva now coated Yang Haoran’s thick shaft. Under the bright lights, it gleamed with a faint sheen, while delicate threads of it stretched from the prominent veins to her little mouth.
After Yaoyao had sucked and slurped for a while, Yang Haoran had to admit the girl had a real talent for this. His cock began to throb, on the verge of erupting. He quickly pressed down on her head, halting the sway of her neck to give himself a breather. He hadn’t had his fill yet—how could he surrender so soon? What if she started looking down on him?
“Yaoyao, how’s your relationship with Xiao Shaowan from your class?” Yang Haoran asked.
Yaoyao pulled her head back, her lips releasing his slick, glistening cock with a pop. She looked up at him in confusion. “Bro, why are you asking about that?”
“Just curious. Tell me.”
“We’re just ordinary classmates, I guess.” Yaoyao’s fair little hand wrapped around Yang Haoran’s shaft, her fingers splayed together in a tight grip. Using the saliva as lube, she began pumping it in place of her mouth. “Bro, the girls in our class split into a few little cliques. Xiao Shaowan hangs out with Du Sha and the girls from her dorm. I’ve got my own group too.”
“We don’t talk much normally.”
“Oh, I see.” Yang Haoran nodded, thinking of how the boys in class did the same. He ran with Zhou Shiwen and Wei Ming in one group, while Zhao Jun, Li Peng, and their crowd formed another.
“Yaoyao, what if I asked you to get closer to Xiao Shaowan? Would you do it?”
At those words, Yaoyao squeezed his cock hard. The obedient look vanished from her face, replaced by clear displeasure. She glared at Yang Haoran and huffed, “No way. Don’t think I’m clueless—you like her, don’t you?”
Her cheeks puffed out in anger as she stared daggers at him, her rosy lips pursed in a pout that only made her look adorably petulant. Yang Haoran couldn’t help chuckling. “How could she compare to you? You’re my own little sister. In my heart, you’re way more important than her.”
“Then why do you want me to get close to her?” Yaoyao grew sensitive on the topic, pressing him with a tug.
“Well…” Yang Haoran felt a bit awkward. “Big brother does like her a little… Ow, ow—easy, easy!” Before he could finish, he felt his cock get yanked hard. He yelped in exaggerated pain, and only then did Yaoyao release him with a cold snort.
“You said it yourself—I’m yours. Don’t forget that. And here you are, still thinking about her after having me. What, do you think you’re some kind of playboy?”
“Yaoyao, yeah, maybe big brother’s a bit of a playboy. But I promise, you’re the most important person in my heart, my little baby Yaoyao. As for Xiao Shaowan, I just like her a tad.” Yang Haoran soothed her. “Once I catch her, I’ll just have some fun with her, that’s all. Don’t compare yourself to her. I mean, look at these big tits of yours—no one in your class can match them. Big brother loves his big-titted Yaoyao the most.”
The mention of her breasts—source of both pride and frustration—combined with his crude, teasing talk of “big-titted Yaoyao,” left Yang Mengyao flustered. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her defiant momentum crumbled.
After all, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth. How could she match Yang Haoran’s shameless thick skin?
Yang Haoran grinned at her shy expression. “What’s there to be embarrassed about, Yaoyao? These are your greatest asset—others would kill for them. You know what us guys talk about all the time? Baby-faced big tits. Yeah, they’re talking about you.”
“Bro, stop it!” Yaoyao shot back with a pout, her face burning red.
She’d noticed it herself—whenever she passed by groups of boys, their eyes locked straight onto her chest, bulging wide. That was part of what bothered her.
With her pure, pretty face and those jiggling 38D melons quivering at every step, any guy’s hormones would go into overdrive at the sight of such a baby-faced bombshell.
Yang Mengyao knew the school wasn’t short on bigger chests—for instance, her homeroom teacher Gu Qingying. But among girls her age, she reigned supreme, her tits proud and unrivaled.
And she was still young; there was plenty of room for them to grow even more.
“So, you’ll try getting closer to Xiao Shaowan?” Yang Haoran pressed his advantage, not wanting to push her into a real sulk.
Yaoyao hesitated for a moment. “I’ll give it a shot. But don’t get your hopes up.”
“And don’t think I’ll help you chase her,” she warned.
“I don’t need you to help me chase her. Just get friendly with her—ideally, best-friend close, like sisters.”
“If you don’t need my help chasing her, then why make me cozy up to her?” Yaoyao blinked in confusion.
In truth, her willingness to try already meant she’d help her brother, but she wasn’t about to say it out loud.
“Just do as big brother says and don’t ask so many questions. You’ll see why soon enough.”
Yang Haoran couldn’t very well spell out his plans. He chuckled it off. In time, he’d have a word with Xiao Shaowan, nudge them both toward better relations, and watch their friendship skyrocket.
Once the moment was ripe, he could aim for a threesome. Xiao Shaowan could even teach Yaoyao how to be a proper pet—etiquette, all that. With her as the example and a little pressure from him, Yaoyao would fall right in line. Yang Haoran could hardly wait.
Yaoyao might be compliant with him now, but she still hadn’t fully grasped her place—or rather, the place she ought to hold as his woman. She needed a bit more training.
