I held her tightly, feeling the lingering afterglow of her vaginal contractions deep inside. Her tight, soft flesh was like a warm, thirsty pacifier, firmly gripping the most sensitive edge of my glans, refusing to let it go.
The rose branches, damp with sweat, clung to my bare skin, stinging slightly.
After a while, I moved my slightly numb legs and carefully tried to pull the big thing that was being sucked in so tightly out of my sister's hot and ecstatic body.
"Brother...don't..." Shen Youyi spoke weakly, like an exhausted kitten, her small hands softly pushing against my lower abdomen, "Don't pull it out...it will...it will leak out...and stain my dress..."
Her voice was hoarse and weak, with the languor and exhaustion of a post-orgasm state. She looked at me with hazy eyes, her eyes brimming with tears that had been thoroughly quenched.
"What should we do then?" I frowned, looking at her sweaty face, covered with fallen leaves and dust, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with my fingers. "We can't just leave it blocked like this, can we?"
Her eyes, hazy, swept over the white lace panties I was clutching in my hand, soaking wet and crumpled, still glistening with her own love juices and the tiny, glistening drops from her vulva.
"…plug…plug it up…" she mumbled softly, with a hint of despair and deep shame, burying her face in my neck and rubbing against me, "use…use that to plug the opening…then…it won't leak…" Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible, and her ears were bright red.
"Brother... help me stop it, the thing you poured in... not a single drop... not a single drop can be seen by anyone..."
I sighed, feeling both helpless and indulgent, and gently placed her on the ground as instructed.
She leaned softly against me, her legs trembling slightly as she stood with them together, her skirt wrinkled and clinging to her sweaty thighs.
I still held onto my penis, which was wet and shiny from being soaked in vaginal fluid and semen, with white foam still clinging to its base, to prevent it from slipping out and bringing out a bunch of stuff.
With the other hand, I carefully spread open that small, damp lace fabric that held all our madness.
"Lift it up a bit, hold onto the skirt. Youyou, don't move," I whispered, still a little breathless myself.
Shen Youyi blushed so much that her neck turned pink. She obediently lifted the hem of her school uniform skirt with her hand, all the way up to her waist, completely revealing the ravaged and muddy mess before my eyes.
In the dim light of twilight, her tender vulva was still swollen and red, her two full, moist lips like the flesh of a clam that had been thoroughly violated, weakly parted and unable to close.
The tender, pink flesh peeked out from the small, gaping opening in the middle, covered in thick, milky-white semen mixed with copious amounts of love fluid, which was still overflowing uncontrollably in streams.
The thick fluid was slowly trickling down the inside of her fair thighs, leaving trails of erotic wetness on her delicate skin, and even dripping silently onto the dark fallen leaves and soil at her feet.
The edges of the opening, still tinged with an alluring crimson hue from the intense expansion and thrusting, trembled slightly.
A peculiar scent, thick and irresistible, a mixture of the musky smell of semen and the unique fragrance of a young girl's vagina, permeated the sultry night air, sweet and decadent, telling the story of the madness that had just ended.
I carefully positioned myself, pinched the wet panties that were so wet they could be wrung out, and gently aimed them at the small opening that was still slightly twitching and occasionally squeezing out a little thick white fluid.
"Hmm..." As soon as the fabric touched her most sensitive, swollen skin, Shen Youyi's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. A soft, painful whimper escaped her throat, and her fingers, gripping the hem of her skirt, clenched tightly until the tips of her fingers turned bloodless.
"Brother...be gentle...it's swollen...it hurts..."
I held my breath and precisely pressed the soft, rolled-up cloth against the entrance. It was warm, slippery, and sticky there, like a little mouth yearning to be sealed.
Then, I pressed the fabric with the pad of my index finger, applying an extremely gentle, slow but steady force, pushing it in little by little...
"Ugh..." Shen Youyi gritted her teeth, her body tense like a fully drawn bowstring, and made a suppressed nasal sound.
I could feel that delicate, soft flesh instinctively trying to resist and close, but it was also fragile and weak due to the exhaustion and weakness after the orgasm, the wetness and suppleness of the acupoint, and the memory of being forcibly stretched open.
The warm, moist flesh obediently enveloped my fingertips and the fabric, creating a strange, slightly suction-like feeling of being wrapped up.
Slowly, little by little, the white lace was finally completely swallowed up!
Until your fingertips feel only a moist, soft warmth, and you can no longer see any edge of the fabric.
The small, unclosable hole was finally forcibly plugged. A warm current could be felt being firmly blocked back in.
I carefully withdrew my fingers, which were covered in sticky juice.
Shen Youyi then let out a long, relieved breath, as if her bones had been removed, and slowly lowered the hem of her skirt.
The blue and white school uniform skirt fell down, dutifully concealing all the spring scenery and indecent exposure. However, there was a small, unnatural, full bulge at the base of the thighs, which made the white fabric stretch even tighter, outlining an ambiguous shape.
She subconsciously pressed the bulge below her abdomen with her hand, her legs slightly squeezed together, her cheeks flushed like the sunset, and her eyes sparkled with shyness and a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Brother...it's blocked...the stuff you gave to Youyou...it's all inside..."
"Let's go." I quickly pulled up my pants, the zipper making a slight, somewhat stiff sound.
The back of my clothes was soaked with sweat and scratched in several places by rose thorns, making them wet and itchy against my skin.
Shen Youyi immediately wrapped her arms around mine like a fledgling bird returning to its nest, leaning most of her weight against me trustingly and snuggling against me obediently, as if I were her only pillar of support.
Supporting each other, we pushed aside the wet, thorny wild rose branches, our bodies smothered in the scent of passion and vegetation, and somewhat disheveled, made our way home through the dark thicket.
In the distance, the city's neon lights had already merged into a bustling sea of light, while in the dark corner behind us, the memories of the heat, the panting, and the sticky water sounds seemed to linger, slowly settling in the night breeze.
Pushing open the door, the aroma of food wafts out, carrying a sense of peace and security that comes with home.
"Why are you so late? The soup has already been reheated once." Mom, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen, her gaze habitually sweeping over the two of us, with a hint of scrutiny and a touch of barely perceptible concern.
Her gaze lingered for a fleeting moment on my sweaty temples, slightly disheveled hair, and Shen Youyan's still flushed face, which even bore traces of sweat and bits of grass. Then it fell on Shen Youyi's body language, which was still tightly clasped around me, showing an unusual dependence and closeness.
Especially when she saw Shen Youyi walk in from the entrance hall with her legs unconsciously together and her steps stiff and unnatural, her hand holding the soup spoon seemed to pause for a moment.
"Mom, there's... there's a really hard biology question... I don't understand it," Shen Youyi answered quickly, her voice slightly panting from the exertion and trembling slightly. As if afraid of being seen through, she secretly pinched the back of my hand hard with her fingers.
"After school...after school I kept bothering my brother...I made him talk to me for a long time..." As she spoke, her body involuntarily pressed closer to me, as if she couldn't stand steadily, or as if she wanted to use my body to cover the slightly bulging secret under her skirt that was being forcibly blocked.
"Yes," I replied knowingly, trying to maintain the natural calm I would have when facing my parents. As I changed my shoes, I said, "The question was a bit tricky, and I was explaining it to Youyou, which took a while."
He thought to himself: Yes, that's right. He delivered an extremely profound and practical "Advanced Course on Reproductive Systems and Biomechanics," explaining complex concepts in a simple way. The effect was absolutely nuclear-level.
My lower back... still feels a little sore and swollen.
My mother's gaze lingered for a moment longer on our overly intimate and close figures, and on the unnatural blush that had not yet completely faded from Shen Youyi's face under the lamplight.
A faint, elusive hint of doubt seemed to flash in her eyes, but in the end, she said nothing.
He simply nodded, stirred the soup in the casserole with a spoon, making a lukewarm sound: "The food is ready, hurry up and wash your hands to eat."
Shen Youyi and I quickly exchanged a glance, both of us catching a tacit, unspoken tension in each other's eyes, like thieves caught in the act, and a deeper, more secret satisfaction that had just been completely fulfilled.