When I miss you

Red and white

Usually, when Aletta's desire arises, if there are no small toys at hand, she will go take a shower. The shower head sprays intense and fine water columns, which suddenly break when hitting the skin, and warm water flows over the body, bringing a warm and relaxed feeling.

She always stands with her legs apart, her left index and middle fingers holding open a fold of her left labia, while her right hand holds the showerhead close to her v****a. The strong water stream is like millions of blunt bird beaks, continuously pecking and kissing her slightly exposed c******s, making her shiver with stimulation.

But the water column can only scratch the itch through the boots, ultimately unable to bring her complete release. Fortunately, her brother has returned.

Frank took advantage of the gap while his younger sister was taking a bath and planned to tidy up her bed in her room. Since Aletta went to Nanos City to attend university, the number of times she came back home was few and far between. She only came back during the winter and summer vacations, and in the past two years, she hadn't even returned home.

In order to prevent Aletta's room from getting dusty, Frank laid an old sheet on the bed. At this moment, Frank has finished folding the old sheet and is about to leave the room to put the sheet in his room's storage cabinet.

His room is the master bedroom, equipped with storage cabinets, wardrobes, and a complete bathroom. Initially, he intended to leave this large bedroom to Aletta, thinking that girls might have more things, and it would be more comfortable and convenient for her to live in a spacious room with a bathroom. Who knew that Aletta chose the small study room next to the master bedroom, and insisted on not taking the master bedroom.

Brother is older than me, so he should live in the big room, aletta is younger, so she should live in the small room. This made him laugh and cry, he didn't know when she became so gentle and humble.

Frank thought about his sister living next door, in case something happened, he could discover and solve it in time, so he agreed to Aletta's choice. He moved the bookcase and desk from the study to the living room, set up a new small bed, and Aletta chose the bed sheets and covers herself, which had a different pattern from his own series.

He pressed the door handle, opened the door, just closed the door and turned around, only to see Aletta sneaking out of his room, bowing her waist, retreating quietly, wearing his white shirt.

The plump white thighs were dazzling. The shirt that fit him perfectly became her nightgown, loose like the wings of a cabbage white butterfly, making Frank feel as if she would turn into dust and fly away in the next second.

When Aletta turned around, she was startled and weakly shouted, 'Brother...'

frank felt a little headache, 'aletta, why aren't you wearing your own pajamas...' He looked into her eyes, but dared not look down, yet he still saw a vast expanse of white snow in the corner of his eye, with fires raging like vines in the snow-covered village.

I forgot to bring it back. Aletta blinked her eyes. At this moment, lying came out of her mouth without hesitation or pause, completely different from her hesitation and pause when she was a child.

Unfortunately, Frank had already seen through her. His sister, who was clearly quiet enough to be easily ignored, sometimes acted boldly beyond imagination, but he had no intention of exposing her.

French fries are ready, in the microwave. Frank turned his head and thought it would be better to let his younger sister eat something first. He would give her a jacket later, out of sight, out of mind.

Frank stretched his arms and gestured that he was holding a bedsheet in his hand, saying, 'Go ahead and eat, I'll go put down the bedsheet.'

Aletta silently took two steps to the side, pretending to go to the kitchen, letting Frank enter the room first. After pausing for two seconds, she immediately followed in.

The storage cabinet is placed on the ceiling and contains rarely used items. Frank, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, can easily reach it by standing on his tiptoes, but he hesitated to hand over the old sheets to Aletta, his sister, who always has a fanatical pursuit of being involved in his life.

Whenever she sweetly calls out 'brother', Frank knows that his sister is acting coquettishly. It has been many years since he last heard her call him like this.

When Frank was young, he often held her and went to the park to play. At that time, Fiona was busy with work at the office, and John was often nowhere to be found. The responsibility of taking care of his younger sister naturally fell on his shoulders.

Aletta is always small but mischievous. When she sees older children playing on the horizontal bar with agility, she also shouts to play. But this is not something that young children should play with. After being rejected by Frank, she repeatedly acts like a spoiled child and calls him brother. Frank softens his heart in her repeated calls of 'brother' and holds the lower part of her body, allowing her to reach for the horizontal bar with her arms stretched out. Her laughter is like clusters of wisteria hanging from the horizontal bar.

Frank steadily supported her all the way, even if his arms were sore, he still played with his sister to his heart's content. Going with the flow, returning on a whim, Aletta has never been left behind by Frank.

But that was many years ago, hazy as if it was a matter of the previous life. Now Aletta has already become graceful and he dare not and should not hold her again.

Aletta stood on a small stool, tiptoed and made an effort to open the cabinet door. It's not accurate to call it a stool, actually. This was originally Frank's footstool when he played the piano, so it's not very tall.

frank opened his arms behind her, enveloping her in his half circle, just like when she used to play on the horizontal bar as a child. It was dangerous, but he couldn't bear to deny her enthusiasm. He only acted as her protective umbrella, anticipating danger in advance, with the choice always in her hands.

Aletta's half-dried hair swayed as she blew it, and the ends of her hair brushed against Frank's nose, tickling him with a faint scent of tangerine and lime.

Just now, it's only the beginning of early summer. It will be a few months before the aletta love oranges are on the market. Frank thought about buying some oranges tomorrow. She won't get a sore throat after eating them.

The loose hem of the shirt moved up with Aletta's outstretched arm. Just as her buttocks were about to be exposed, Frank turned his head in time, but the striking bright red still jumped into his eyes without hesitation.

Frank subconsciously tightened his arm and lifted her up, ignoring Aletta's exclamation, and walked towards the bed. The neatly folded old sheets fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

Disordered breath sprayed on her neck, revealing his complete panic. He was too scared, scared that she would be bullied outside and not tell him, and even more scared of the high school incident repeating itself.

Frank gently placed her on his bed, sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated for two seconds to make a mental construction, and trembled his fingers slightly as he reached forward to lift the hem of her clothes.

Aletta quickly pressed down on the hem of her shirt, widened her eyes in disbelief, and said, 'Brother?'

Be good, let me see. Frank leaned over and soothingly reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, speaking in a gentle tone.

Her obstruction further strengthened Frank's guess. Like back then, she didn't say anything. When he peeked through the cracks outside, she had already withered away.

Frank's broad and generous palm covered Aletta's hand back, and he spoke again: 'Let me see your legs, sis.'

The thin white fabric clung tightly to the skin, accentuating a dark red shadow underneath. Her mouth made Frank's forehead veins bulge, so he tightly clenched his fingers, wrapping her small hand, forcibly separating it from the fabric.

The pure white fabric was abruptly grabbed, and the dazzling bright red fabric came into view. The edges were too loose to completely adhere to her thighs, while the empty and slightly raised crotch area in the middle made Frank's breath hitch - the underwear she was wearing belonged to him.

All said it's okay... aletta muttered, her face slightly red, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

Frank quickly released her hand, as if her hand was a hot potato. He awkwardly turned his head, and a suspicious blush stained his cheeks.

Aletta turned her body to the side, staring at his profile. Taking advantage of his lack of reaction, she reached out and held his finger, venturing towards the loose edge.

When Frank touched a sticky and wet area, he almost jumped. He quickly pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. Finally, he turned his head to look at Aletta as she wished. It would be better if the hidden anger in her eyes disappeared.

Aletta! You... He still couldn't find the harsh words to criticize Aletta, he just shouted her full name forcefully to express his anger.

aletta saw him stand up, and immediately sat up and rolled off the bed, running to the door to block the door handle.

She lifted her head and looked at him with clear and moist eyes like a little deer. The white light in the room reflected into her eyes, reflecting fragmented diamond-like light. She was dressed in white, as if she was about to turn into the snow in the world and disappear into the 'white and clean'.

When was the last time he saw such fragile eyes?