Note:
Flashbacks and thoughts in italics.
I do not condone or encourage any behaviours in this story. It is simply a fictional story.
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Light flooded the city once the sun emerged with another puckish smile. Maomao felt around the bed for her cotton panties, folding her legs out of the bed to sit upright. She pulled her smock over her head, fixing the loose buttons dangling on the smock. She took her bag, her feet bouncing after she eyed the door. The door had a purple guitar on a hanger stylishly hooked into place against the blinding white. His tastes attracted her.
The arm snaking around her prevented her from moving further. "Stay." Jinshi groaned weakly into her wispy hair, his hands securing around her in a comfortable hug.
Maomao inhaled a sharp breath, a nose full of dazzling scent strong like musk. She felt him smirking against the scruff of her neck. The one who was most aware of his effects on others was himself. She was distracted by something fluffy tickling her calves. A furry tail. It was Jinshi's Calico cat meowing for attention. His fingers yanked at the collar of her honeydew shirt, her back exposing for hungry caresses. Her head fell to the side, a sensual slide. "Ah—agh." She turned around, folding her hands and shaking her head. "Jinshi, I got dressed just now."
The cute socks on her feet brushed against the floor when she got lifted off the ground. Her knees knocked together. Jinshi held her the way he took his cat. A mellow glare stippled through Maomao's countenance, her brows curving like rainbows into a plunge pool. He laughed, eyelashes leaving butterfly kisses on the skin of her back. "You're not gonna walk out of here without your panties, are you?"
She turned her face away, cheeks like fresh tomatoes. Jinshi puts her down, not expecting an attack. The cat whined and yowled, tapping its paws on the window sill, but the couple was too lost in each other to care. Maomao—the woman—stomped her feet to the ground, her hands pushing his chest like a pawing cat. He fell to the bed, light like a feather, more laughs pouring out. She was unimpressed, staring at the mess.
This weekend kicked off their summer vacation, and she had no plans. But that's exactly what her boyfriend wanted to hear because it seemed like he had a whole assemblage of things in his hands. Although she expressed a hint of annoyance, she honestly didn't mind. She agreed to go along with whatever he planned if he chopped a few things off the list. Cut it short. It had to look like fun if they planned to have fun. Jinshi had a habit of overdoing things, a ball of energy inclined to take the hard way.
His legs wound around the back of her thighs, under her ass, pulling her to him on the bed. Her lips twitched. There was that funny look on his face once he leaned forward. Maomao squealed at the onslaught of tickles that came her way. His fingers slipped under her shirt, teasing the curve of her waist. She burst into giggles, gasping and swatting at his hands. "Hahahaha! Whaaaaahahaha!" His mother would be knocking on his door any minute now. She hadn't seen Jinshi slipping into the house at midnight with Maomao in tow. They had woken up quite late in the morning, and Ah-Duo wouldn't let her go without forcing the breakfast down their throats.
A sound popped their happy bubble. She cleared her throat as her phone went off, beeping in her bag.
Sheesh.
She ran a hand through his mane, drawing circles on Jinshi's thighs, then crawled towards the bedside table, her thumb swiping fast. Lost in thoughts, Maomoa slowly traced the hip bones peeking out the waistband of his boxers, a finger following the strip of hair down his navel, waiting for her brother to speak. She elbowed Jinshi for trying hard to eavesdrop, heaving on her side and into the phone. He retreated with a grunt, pouting.
Lahan's baritone thundered into her ears amidst the hiss of egg yolks that met the frying pan. She held the phone tightly, mouth-watering, imagining the smell of hot omelettes. "Where are you? Dad almost called the police when we realised you weren't in your room." She facepalmed. "Don't switch off your phone!" Of course, it's no surprise. She faintly heard Lakan trying to yell into the phone and her brother struggling to hold him back. Lahan was going to make her pay for this. No doubt about it.
She lived with her dad, brother and granduncle. The house was too big for four people. Lahan was actually her cousin. His family was abroad, busy people with no time to babysit or raise a child. And just like that, he spent his whole childhood with them and decided to make his stay permanent, maybe to spite his parents for their irresponsibility. There was a limit to forgetfulness.
They grew up together, no different than biological siblings, the same way she treated her granduncle like her father. Explaining the whole nine yards to befuddled people is no small task, a reason why Maomao didn't bother with descriptions.
While lying to Lahan about staying at Loulan's house, she registered the soft, firm muscles settling on her back. Jinshi covered her petite frame under his, muttering, "If you bend your back like that, we'll never leave this room." His erection poked, wedging between her ass cheeks. She pushed her face into the pillows to smother the high-pitched moan that left her lips.
One of his hands meandered beneath her skirt, the other propping his weight on the bed. "So wet, so good for me!" Maomao slammed her hand to the screen in time to mute, lest her entire family find out what she'd been doing yesterday. Lahan can be an insufferable jerk when he wants to be. "Such a good girl!" Her cheeks regained colour once he purred, beet red in a heartbeat. She arched her back when he took her clit between a thumb and middle finger, pinching. She clenched her thighs together, trapping Jinshi's hands from exploring further. It splayed lax over the dried remnants, the white lacework of their nightly activities.
"Tch. It's dirty!" She needed a bath. She gripped his hair, inviting the tongue that prodded the dimple on her back.
"It's my cum." He said in between nibbles.
She could no longer concentrate on what her brother was grumbling. And it seemed like he had latched on to what was happening. "You mustn't have mistaken someone else's home for Loulan's, have you?" Lahan caught on quick. "Didn't you say group study? What were you studying? Biology, perhaps?" Maomao gulped, her ears fifty shades darker.
Unable to stand another second of the torture, she hung up. Frustrated, she whips around and flips Jinshi over, his body hitting the bed with a jounce. He snickers as she straddles his hips, "—wait. Give me a sec—?" and coughs out a whimper when she begins to grind. "Ngh. I like that! Mhmm... Mwoorre." The daylight made everything brighter, minds fogging up like glass. He bites down on her shoulder in the orgasmic high. They cum together, euphoric tears slipping out of closed eyelids, catching their breaths.
Maomao gets up after winning back some of her hurt pride. She discards her clothes before his lewd gaze, deliberately flashing him her naked back. He gives her a once over, excited by the swaying hips that draw his attention to her well-spanked ass as she sashays into his bathroom and shuts the door.
He scrolls through his phone, waiting for her to finish washing. He rummages through his wardrobe and gives her something to wear after she trots out, drying herself with the towel. The white T-shirt looked perfect on her, just like he had imagined. It was so big, reaching mid-thighs, loose and airy. She smelled like his soap. Lemon and sandalwood. She doesn't let him hug despite his attempts, shoving him into the bathroom instead, annoyed. She had a point. He was steeped in sweat and sex.
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