bonnie blue erome，My sister who is a prostitute and I

bonnie blue erome，My sister who is a prostitute and I
My sister who is a prostitute and I
My sister who is a prostitute and I

Although my sister and I have not been in this city for a long time, many men around us already know that my sister is a coquettish woman in the place we rented.However, we will pretend to be unaware of anything, continue to rush around this city, be covered in dust, and continue to do what we should do to survive.
My sister is a woman who betrays her body to a man, or to be precise, a prostitute.In the fireworks alley, she is a unique talent.She already likes to live this way.She once told me that she was obsessed with money and the climaxes that men created in her body.When I was talking in front of my younger brother, she also liked to hold a cigarette in her mouth, hold a wine in her hands, her eyes were coquettish, and her legs were slightly spread apart, as if she was ready to welcome the man anytime and anywhere.
Perhaps because we all often appear in the dark, her and I were not very good. The only difference is that my face was tired because I stayed up late.And her face was obviously the result of excessive indulgence with a man.However, my sister's face is very suitable for appearing in the dark.It was a look that looked ambiguous in the dark.Making men think about it.Sometimes I think she is shameless, but I don’t have the right to say this because I also live by the money I earned in this way by my sister.And I know that in such a huge city, many people who are engaged in so-called serious professions have visited my sister's beautiful body.In the dark night, these people easily tore off their hypocritical faces in front of others.Facing a woman who is passionate about her youth, she looks more like a primitive monkey.Who can say who is more noble than who?

I am 14 years old this year and my sister is 23 years old. It really should be a wonderful time.But we live so darkly.When I was 6 years old, my parents died in a car accident.Like my sister, I have no feelings for them.When my parents were alive, beating my sister and I seemed to be their only pleasure.My sister once described her memories of them to me.At that time, my sister was still a gentle and pure woman.But when it comes to my parents, she said viciously, "Die is good, but it is good."I am a precocious child.I believe there must be her reason to hear my sister describe her parents' death in such a vicious voice.That must be another reason for her to hate besides being beaten.
When I was 9 years old, I finally had the chance to know this reason from my sister.It turned out that the first man to ruin my sister's body was actually the guy we call "father".It's him!If this is a scene, then what is even more amazing should be behind.Because, my father completed the process of invading my sister with the help of my mother.The woman held my sister's struggling arm and let the man carry out a beast-like attack.The reason why the woman we call "mother" is said to have her reasons for doing this.Because she suffered from a very serious gynecological disease, she could not satisfy the man with strong desires.She was afraid that he would go to find another woman, so she suffered the sacrifice of my sister.I think the so-called "fat and water will not flow from outsiders" is just as common here
two
After that, my sister and I came out to have sex.One evening, on the bustling Tianhe Road, under the cover of my sister, I was stealing the wallet of a man who looked very much like a gentleman, and he noticed it.My sister could have left me and ran away, but she didn't.The man did not shout "catch the thief" very vulgar words.I just grabbed my hand that reached towards his wallet as if I was afraid that I would run away.Then, he stared at my sister's charming face and used a very expert look.This kind of desire-filled look was already experienced by my father when my sister was 12 years old.So she left with the man.So, I also escaped the fate of meeting the police uncle.
I thought it was a waste of time, but I didn't expect that the man gave my sister a lot of money afterwards.I suspect that the man has endless money.Haha, that was a big money for us at that time.And it is this money that has changed my sister and myself.
From then on, we have no connection with innocence and are also inseparable from happiness.The dark night, under the confusing neon light and shadow, is the time when we radiate to capture our prey.The so-called prey is those men who need to release their sexual desire through women in the dark.However, what has always made me wonder is that in addition to those men who do not have women, there are many men who already have women who are still happy with this kind of thing.Generally speaking, rich men like to book hotels in five-star foreign-related hotels.But my sister doesn't have this habit. She likes to bring men back to our residence and let me "let the air" for them.Her reason is that I am her only relative and she feels safe only when I am by my side.This is what she often says that can touch me, and only then can I feel the loneliness in her heart.But, I know that what she needs is true security, not what my younger brother can give her.Butbonnie blue erome , I can do nothing.Who would believe that a prostitute also needs love?
The reason why many rich men are willing to give up the sense of security of star-rated hotels is to follow my sister's wishes and venture to the place we rented is entirely because of my sister's charm, which brings them irresistible temptation.If I had to find a sentence to describe my sister, I can only say that she was a charming prostitute.
Once, a rich man was taken to his residence by my sister and I. As usual, I "let the air" for them through a door.The man's cell phone suddenly rang.Then, I wondered how his role could be changed so quickly.His breath suddenly became extremely stable.He started answering his phone.He said to the other end of the phone in a gentle voice: Dear, of course I remember that today is our wedding anniversary, and I have prepared gifts.I'm having a meeting in the company and I'll arrive as soon as possible.OK, bye.
My sister didn't make any noise during the man's phone call.This is a rule.Because things like this happen often in our "business".
Whenever I imagine those men, naked with my sister, but holding their cell phone in hand and talking lies with their wives, I would laugh secretly outside the door.But I always laugh and burst into tears.Why

?I don't know either.Maybe, maybe it's because I thought I discovered the real life: hypocritical and empty.
three
The days passed by day.I am confident that I am already the smartest, youngest and most experienced pimp in this city.Although this is not a glorious title.But that's the case.We have successfully escaped the city's "anti-pornography and illegal publication" every time.Under the cover of night, my sister and I were like two lonely fish, still wandering in this bustling city every night, looking for various prey without any change.Until that night when my sister met the handsome man, everything changed.If the client is the God of the prostitute, then the exact thing is that all the changes happened after my sister met the handsome "God".
I saw that man first.It was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.I said, I was a young but very experienced pimp.Therefore, naturally, He became our only "God" in this lonely night.He just hesitated for a moment and then followed me.No bargaining.But I believe my sister will make him feel good about the money.
The moment he and my sister met on the street, I felt a shock that I had never had before.Because, from their eyes of looking at each other, I read a feeling, not a simple desire.I actually saw a fleeting crimson red color appearing on my sister's face.All this made them meet for the first time no longer like a client and a prostitute, but more like a passionate encounter between a man and a woman, who fell in love at first sight.Really, I looked at them from afar, and for the first time I understood the so-called "match" meaning of men and women that is often called.But how unmatched the scenes they met!
In the room we rented, across the door, I heard the sound of my sister and the man starting to fall in love.After the man left, my sister came out.Her voice was very low.She told me that I didn't ask for his money.I just nodded and didn't say anything.She returned to her room and didn't come out all night.I went to see her secretly, she leaned against the bed, in a daze.I lay in bed and started to suffer from insomnia.A child like me who has never experienced love but is very precocious, of course, knowing what it means to know a woman's face is crimson for a man.Even if it is fleeting, as long as it is not acting, it reveals the woman's affection for that man.Besides, I know the trueness of my sister's eyes.I suddenly realized that the temptation of love is so irresistible to a young and popular woman.Even if she is a prostitute who is defined as "everyone can do as much as possible".When it’s time to get moved, you still have to be moved.This has nothing to do with the dust on her body and how much smoke that has been crushed by a man, whether it is pure or not.
From that night, my sister began to fall into a temptation.Tempted by something called "love".She said she fell in love with a man.I said I know.Looking back at her, she smiled.I know she admires my intelligence.For the first time in a long time, I saw her not talking to me without holding a cigarette.The hair hangs slightly, very gentle.Like a jassic family, and like a lady from a family.I was secretly surprised by the woman who was transformed by love, although I was facing my sister.Actually, she can't be blamed.Women need the nourishment of love.If a woman is desperate about love, it should be fatal.I saw this in books when I was 9 years old.I think I should be pleased that my father's evil deeds against my sister did not leave her fatal sequelae.After all, she still has the desire to love men.Love should be a kind of compensation for a woman like my sister.Love is not a sin.
Love is a personal matter.I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence.After that man intervened in our lives, my sister and I began to slowly alienate and we no longer had "business" cooperation.In the night of this city, people never saw a young pimp and a flower-like prostitute appearing at the same time.
We all spend this past savings.She regained the innocent beauty I remembered, and she didn't give her any makeup.However, I never saw the man appearing in our residence again.But I knew my sister must be happily with him, completely like a lover in love.I never ask about their development. I just watch my sister recover to a healthy and healthy woman every day.I think this change is joyful.However, facing the fewer and fewer condoms in the drawer, I felt a vague uneasy in addition to feeling her and the man's crazy lust.
Four
When our savings began to make ends meet, I returned from a young pimp character to my original identity, a not-so-justice thief.I wandered around the streets all day, looking for opportunities to start.At the end of the day, if you are lucky, you can steal five to six wallets.After I was done, I would go to a cafe and pretend to be an elegant child and have a delicious cup of coffee.Because recently, I often see a young girl in this cafe with a cup of coffee in front of me looking at a book intently.At first glance, I fell in love with her. She had some small freckles on her face, which was very ridiculous.Sitting not far from her, I secretly looked at her.
But I didn't dare to go up and talk to her.In front of her, I feel inferior and I feel like an evil problem boy.Whenever I succeed frequently outside, when I come to this cafe to see her, I am often sad when I am happy.I feel sad that I am trapped in such a confused life, but I can do nothing.And about my sister, I lost her forever before I even realized what was going on.
That night, she came back very late, her face was a little pale, and she happily greeted me under the dusk light.She bought me my favorite pork trotters, which I usually likebonnie blue erome , and then she entered her room.That was the last time I saw her.
In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom and saw that the light in her room was still on, so I walked over.The scene in front of me made me feel dazed.My sister lay quietly on the bed, the soft light shining on her face, like the sleeping beauty in the forest in the fairy tale.Then, her body was already stiff.I stood beside her and gently touched her cold cheeks with my hands.Then close her slightly open eyes for her.I couldn't bear to see the disappointment with love that still remained in her eyes.
On the table, there was her messy handwriting, and there was only one sentence on the paper. She said that I was just a prostitute who made him play for nothing, and he didn't even have to take the money for the condom.Hahaha!I crumpled the notes into a ball and stepped on them under my feet.I sneered.It turns out that people can disguise themselves for various desires.Even in order to enjoy a woman's beautiful body for free, the so-called affectionate eyes can be disguised.And my sister was easily tempted by the illusion of that man.Thinking of my poor sister, I couldn't help crying.Perhaps, the happiest time of her life was just the moment when she met the man on the street when she was completely unaware of the truth.I stood by the bed foolishly until dawn.
I think I should be a wild child at heart, and even have an unreasonable tendency to violence.Therefore, of course I will not give up.It took me three days to master the man's every move.It only took me 16 minutes to kill him.
It was a drizzling dusk, and I found him.He still remembers me.I smiled at him.At that moment, I felt that he was actually a very stupid man.He didn't even see the murderous aura in my eyes, and he also smiled at me, like a mentally retarded child.I said, my sister misses you very much.He was a little unnatural.He asked, are your sister still angry?I pretended not to know anything, angry?How could it be?Have you had a quarrel?His head turned to one side.Then he said to me, no.This time, he seemed to be much more solid.So, just like that night, he walked with me easily.The only difference is that this time he is heading towards the trap of death.It turns out that everyone is so unbearable to temptation.This man could not escape the capture of lust.And my sister can't escape the temptation of love.But the endings are the same.
A hatch solved all the problems.This man was killed by me next to my sister's body.My hands were covered with blood splashed from his struggle.After doing all this, I felt overdrawn.In any case, I am just a 14-year-old thin boy.
The unique fishy smell of blood hits you.Seeing that man and his sister lying side by side on the bed, no longer having any sound, I felt a sense of loneliness and emptiness that I had never felt before.For a moment I forgot what happened.Perhaps, this is my life, like being loaded into a lost train, always aimless.Then, I remembered the girl with cute little freckles on her face that I often see in that cafe.
What is she doing?My heart suddenly felt extremely missed for her.But I know that if I didn't leave this psychedelic train, I would never be qualified to see her pure and beautiful smile.