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I've had a tough life. When I started middle school, my mother ran away with a coal mine owner, saying she had found true love. 。His father, originally full of vigor and spirit, fell into despair after this. He spent his days drinking, often forgetting that he even had a son. 。This kind of days lasted for two years, in the first year of high school when spring came, my father brought back two people, both women. 。Your father coldly said: This is your stepmother, this is your sister. Behave yourselves from now on. 。I nodded blankly. 。Back then, I was just sixteen years old and my older sister was seventeen. Interestingly enough, my sister and I share the same surname. My name is Ning Hao, and hers is Ning Xuan. 。My stepmother is cold to me, her eyes holding a well-hidden loneliness. 。And my impression of my elder sister is the first time I saw her, that pure white complexion, her long legs, and her ample bosom. 。 I remember staring at him for a long time, until he gave me a cryptic smile and walked away. Only then did I reluctantly look away. 。With two more people in the house, the rooms feel a bit cramped. I had no choice but to give up my room and temporarily live in the living room. 。For some reason, deep down I didn't feel any resistance at all. Perhaps it was the white attire, that smile? Or maybe because living in the same house meant seeing her more frequently? 。That summer was exceptionally hot, and the air conditioner at home frequently malfunctioned. So, we often spent nights drenched in sweat. 。I'm doing okay, just a short day. The heat is still intense, but I can manage. 。However, my elder sister had it harder. After all, she couldn't be as carefree as I was, and could only quietly open the door a crack when the moon hung high in the sky. Then, by the moonlight, I could see her on the bed, as white as jade... 。Sometimes, at night, I would be woken up by strange noises coming from my parents' room. They sounded like soft whispers, yet also carried a hint of pain. These moments wouldn't last long, eventually fading away into the heavy breathing of my father. 。And every time I went to my sister's room from the door, I would find her tossing and turning in bed, her white sheets tangled together like snakes. Then she would put her hands between them, curling up like a shrimp, and after a while, she would suddenly freeze in the midst of violent shaking. 。After everything calmed down, my stepmother would go to the bathroom to take a bath, and I would naturally pretend to be asleep already. 。And every time I passed the living room, I would stop and stand there for a while, I knew it was looking at me. For one or two minutes, maybe three or five. 。She would always feel like my stepmother was watching me to make sure I slept well. 。However, it wasn't until one day that I realized I had been too naive. 。That night, as usual, shortly after my father's labored breathing subsided, my stepmother stepped out of the bedroom and, unlike her usual routine, walked straight to the couch. 。"Xiao Hao?" My stepmother called out softly. Naturally, I didn't dare answer. With my eyes closed, I still tried to maintain a natural breathing rhythm. 。The stepmother hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside me. After a while, one of her hands landed on my lap. That numb feeling made me involuntarily shudder. "Mom! What are you doing?!" In an instant, the stepmother's face changed again and again. She stared at me fiercely, then suddenly slapped me hard. 。""He said that, then turned back to the room, leaving me stunned with my aching cheek for a long while. 。After that night, my stepmother's attitude towards me became increasingly worse. Beatings and scolding became commonplace, and she often refused to let me eat, claiming it was because of my poor academic performance. Later on, I was beaten several times every day. 。I had mentioned this matter to my father on several occasions, but all I received were a few indifferent words. 。It's your mother, hitting you is for your own good. 。Then, the stepmother became even more brazen. She began pinching me with her fingernails, slapping my ears, and even using un-extinguished cigarette butts from the ashtray to burn me in front of our father. My sister pretended not to see anything. 。And every time his father wanted to say something, he would end up sighing helplessly. 。My father is getting older, with gray hair at his temples. I, however, have kept all my resentment locked away inside. 。I endured day after day, beginning to plot my revenge. 。One day at the end of July, my father and stepmother went to the countryside in the afternoon and couldn't come back that day. There were only me and my sister left at home. 。After dinner, my elder sister didn't retreat to her room as usual, but unusually sat in the living room with me watching television. 。It feels like I'm wearing less than usual, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It's as if things are clearer than before, with subtle bumps that make me feel dry-mouthed and almost feverish. 。Soon, I noticed a certain awkwardness between them. To cover up their embarrassment, they had to desperately twist their hands together, but their eyes still couldn't help but glance at that place that made my heart race. 。My elder sister quickly noticed my unusual behavior. She turned her head and narrowed her watery eyes, staring at me for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter and saying something I would never forget. 。"Junior, want to see?""Boom!" Suddenly, I felt like countless things were collapsing in my mind. I swallowed hard, mechanically nodded my head, and then realized something was wrong, so I hurriedly shook my head. 。Her smile widened, she brushed a strand of hair from her temple, and after a moment's hesitation, her right hand still moved toward her chest. 。The crimson lips, with a delicate bite, slowly unfurl, as if engaged in the meticulous work of a craftsman. 。From top to bottom, she stopped when she unbuttoned the fourth button. The time was fleeting yet it felt like an eternity. 。My breathing became much heavier because I had never seen a pair of snowy whites before someone's presence. 。"Well then?" Another hammer blow to the heart, the last shred of resistance within crumbled. 。This time I didn't nod, nor did I shake my head, I just stared blankly at the expanse of white, my eyes should have explained everything. 。But, after all, I wasn't brave enough to take it any further. 。My sister seemed to understand my mind, suddenly grabbed my right hand and pressed it against her mouth. 。This ignited the madman in my heart, at the brink of utter madness, suddenly, with a bang, the door was thrown open! |
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