Swimming in the Field [Pseudo Brother and Sister]

On a hot summer night, my father picked up a soaked and bruised boy from the river. And she was eating popsicles under the rocking chair under the big banyan tree, swaying with slippers on her toes. Dad came over holding the young man's hand, folded his soft palms with hers, and said, "From now on, he will be your brother." She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, took out a popsicle from the freezer that she was reluctant to eat, and went to apply to her brother's wound. Later, on such a tidal night, greenery covered the old window lattice. She was lifted to the window sill by her brother, and the young man's fingertips unbuttoned her shoulder straps through a thin layer of cotton shirt. Summer moisture spreads. He forced her into such a corner and pressed her chin hard with his fingertips, forcing her to raise her lips. The girl's wet eyelashes blinked wildly, and her whole body felt as if it was about to burn in the wet and hot kiss. The plum rain was falling outside the window, and the smell of moist earth gradually spread to the tips of their noses, and there seemed to be a bit of astringency in their lips and teeth where oxygen was thin. The reason why he treated her so roughly today and didn't want to stop even though she was about to cry was because he caught her kissing someone in school. But he didn't know that in the transparent classroom window at that time, his sister was squinting her almond-shaped eyes and baring her fangs to threaten the male classmates who were kissing her. "Will you kiss me or not? You have to come a little further so that my brother can see me." Two bad kids. After adulthood, the emotional line does not belong to the same household register. Purpose: Study hard