Me and my sister who is a prostitute

Although my sister and I have not been in this city very long, many men around the place we rented already know that my sister is a coquettish woman. However, we will pretend that we don’t know what to do, and continue to run around in this city, covered in dust, and continue to do what we should do in order to survive. My sister is a woman who sells her body to men, a Prostitute to be precise. In the fireworks alley, she is the only one showing off. She already likes living this way. She once told me that she was obsessed with money and the orgasms those men created in her body. When talking in front of my younger brother, she also likes to hold a cigarette in her mouth, a drink in her hand, her eyes coquettish, and her legs slightly spread apart, as if she is ready to meet a man anytime and anywhere. Maybe it’s because we both often go out in the dark, so neither her nor I look very good. The only difference is that my face is tired from staying up late. And her face looked like the result of too much sex with men and overindulgence. However, my sister's face is suitable for appearing in the dark night. It was a face that looked very ambiguous in the dark night. It makes men fanciful. Sometimes I think she is shameless, but I am not qualified to say this because I also live on the money my sister earns in this way. And I know that in fact, in such a big city, many people who are engaged in so-called serious professions have patronized my sister's beautiful body. In the dark night, these people easily tore off their sanctimonious faces in front of others. Facing a woman selling sex, he looked more like a primitive monkey when he was burning with desire. Who can say who is nobler than whom? I am 14 years old this year and my sister is 23 years old. Speaking of which, we are really in our prime. However, we live in such gloom. When I was 6 years old, my parents died in a car accident. Like my sister, I have no feelings for them. While my parents were alive, beating my sister and me 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 venomously, "It's a good death, a good death." I was a precocious child. Hearing my sister describe the deaths of my parents in such a vicious voice made me believe she had a reason. That must be another reason for her to hate besides being beaten. When I was 9 years old, I finally had the opportunity to learn this reason from my sister. It turned out that the first man who violated my sister's body was actually the guy we called "father". It's him! If this is a scene, then the most amazing thing should be at the back. Because my father completed the process of invading my sister with the help of my mother. The woman held down my sister's struggling arms and allowed the man to attack like a beast. The woman we call "mother" is said to have her own reasons for doing this. Because she suffered from a very serious gynecological disease, she was unable to satisfy the man with strong desires. She was afraid that he would find another woman, so she hadMy sister's sacrifice. I think that the so-called "rich water does not flow to outsiders" is also applicable here. After that, my sister and I came out to hang out. One evening, on the busy Tianhe Road, under the cover of my sister, I was stealing the wallet of a man who looked like a gentleman, and he noticed me. My sister could have left me and run away, but she didn’t. The man didn't yell "catch the thief" or any other vulgar words. He just held my hand that was reaching for his wallet tightly as if he was afraid that I would run away. Then he stared at my sister's charming face with a very knowing look. This lustful look was something my sister had learned from my father when she was 12 years old. So, she left with the man. As a result, I also escaped the bad luck of meeting the police uncle. I thought it was all in vain, but I didn’t expect that the man gave my sister a lot of money afterwards. I doubt that man has enough money. Haha, that was a lot of money for us at the time. And it was this money that changed my sister and myself. From now on, we have no chance of pure love, and we are also insulated from happiness. The dark night, under the confusing neon light and shadow, is the time when we hunt our prey radiantly. The so-called prey are men who need to release their sexual desire through women in the dark night. However, what has always surprised me is that in addition to those men who do not have women, there are many men who already have women who are still happy to do this kind of thing. Generally speaking, wealthy men like to book rooms in five-star foreign-related hotels. But my sister doesn’t have this habit. She likes to bring men back to our place and let me “show them off.” Her reason was that I was her only relative and she felt safe only around me. This is something she often says that touches me. Only at this moment can I feel the loneliness in her heart. However, I know that what she needs is safety in the true sense, which is not what my Brother can give her. However, there is nothing I can do. Who would believe that a Prostitute also needs love? I know that the reason why many wealthy men are willing to give up the security of star-rated hotels, comply with my sister's wishes, and venture to the place we rent is entirely because of my sister's charm, which brings them an irresistible temptation. If I had to find one word to describe my sister, I can only say that she is a charming Whore. Once, a rich man was brought to our residence by my sister and I. As usual, I gave them a "show" through a door. The man's cell phone suddenly rang. Then, I was surprised that his role could change so quickly. His breath suddenly became extremely stable. He answers the 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 a gift. I'm having a meeting at the Company and I'll get there as soon as possible. OK, bye. While the man was on the phone, my sister didn’t make any sound. This is a rule. Because things like this often happen in the process of our "business". Whenever I imagine those men, nakedWhen my Wife was with my sister, but she was holding a mobile phone in her hand and talking sanctimoniously to her wives, I would secretly laugh outside the door. But I laugh to tears every time. Why? I don't know either. Maybe, maybe it was because I thought I had discovered the real life: false and empty. Three days passed like this day by day. I am confident that I am already the SMartest, youngest and most experienced pimp in the city. Although this is not an honorable title. But it is true. We have successfully escaped the "anti-pornography and anti-illegal" campaigns in the city 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 all kinds of prey, without any change. Until that night when my sister met that handsome man, everything changed. If the Prostitute is the God of Prostitutes, then it is more accurate to say that all the changes happened after my sister met that handsome "God". That man was the one I saw first. It's already past 12 o'clock at night. As I said, I am a young but very experienced pimp. Therefore, it is natural that he becomes our only "God" in this lonely night. He just hesitated for a moment and then left with me. No haggling. But I'm sure my sister will make it worth his while. The moment he and my sister met on the street, I was shocked in a way that I had never experienced before. Because, from the look in their eyes, I read a kind of emotion, rather than pure lust. I actually saw a flash of crimson on my sister's face.

All of this made their first meeting no longer like a meeting between a client and a Prostitute, but more like a passionate couple falling in love at first sight. Love encounter. Really, I looked at them from a distance, and for the first time I understood the meaning of the so-called "perfect match" between men and women that is often talked about. However, the scene where they met was so inappropriate! In the room we rented, through a door, I heard the sound of my sister and that man falling in love. After the man left, my sister came out. Her voice was very low. She told me I didn't ask for his money. I just nodded and said nothing. She went back to her room and didn't come out all night. I secretly went to see her. She was leaning on the bed and was in a daze. I lay in bed, unable to sleep. A child like me who has never experienced love but is very precocious certainly knows what it means when a woman's face turns 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 knew how real that look in my sister's eyes was. I suddenly discovered 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 whatever she wants". When you should be tempted, you still have to be tempted. This has nothing to do with how much dust she has on her body and how much gun SMoke she has from being run over by men.Clean or not, it doesn't matter. From this night on, my sister fell into a temptation. Being seduced by that thing called "love". She said she was 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 talking to me without holding a cigarette. The hair hangs down slightly, very tenderly. It looks like jade from a SMall Family, but also looks like a lady from everyone. I was secretly surprised at the woman transformed by the temptation of love, even though she was facing my sister. In fact, I can't blame her. Women need the nourishment of love. If a woman despairs of love, it should be fatal. I saw this in a book when I was 9 years old. I think I should be relieved that all the evil deeds my father did to my sister did not leave her with 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 person’s private matter. I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence. After that man intervened in our lives, my sister and I gradually became estranged, and we no longer cooperated in "business". 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 our previous savings. She has regained the innocent beauty in my memory, even without makeup. However, I never saw the man again in our residence. But I know that my sister must be happily together with him, exactly like a pair of Lovers in love. I never asked about their development. I just watched my sister recover into a healthy and good-natured woman day by day. I think this change is a joy. However, facing the fewer and fewer condoms in the drawer, in addition to feeling the crazy passion between her and that man, I also felt a vague uneasiness.                                       When our savings fell short of making ends meet, I reverted from a young pimp to my original identity as a less-than-sophisticated thief. I wandered the streets all day, looking for opportunities to strike. At the end of the day, if you are lucky, you can steal five to six wallets. When I'm done, I'll go to a cafe, pretend to be a sophisticated kid, and drink a cup of delicious coffee. Because recently, I often see a young girl in this cafe with a cup of coffee in front of her and reading a book intently. I fell in love with her at first sight. She had some little freckles on her face, which was very funny. Sitting not far from her, I looked at her secretly. But I didn’t dare to go up and talk to her. In front of her, I had an inferiority complex, and I felt like an evil, problematic Teenager. Whenever I frequently succeed outside and see her in this cafe, I feel happy but also very sad. I feel sad that I am trapped in such a confusing life, but there is nothing I can do about it. As for my sister, I lost her forever before I even realized what happened. That night, she came back very late, her face was a little pale, but she happily greeted her under the dusk light.I say hello. She bought me my favorite sauced pig's trotters, and then she went into her room. That was the last time I saw her. In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the Bathroom. When I saw the light in her room was still on, I walked over. The scene before me left me in a trance. My sister was lying quietly on the bed, with the soft light shining on her face, like the sleeping beauty in the forest in the fairy tale. Then, her body became stiff. I stood next to her and gently touched her cold cheek with my hand. Then he closed her slightly open eyes for her. I couldn't bear to look at the disappointment in love that still remained in her eyes. There was her messy handwriting on the table, and there was only one sentence on the paper. She said that I was just a Prostitute for him to play with for free, and he didn’t even need to take the money for condoms. Hahaha! I crumpled the note into a ball and stepped on it. 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 seduced by the man's illusions. Thinking of my poor sister, I couldn't help crying. Perhaps, the happiest moment in her life was just that night when she didn't know the truth at all, when she met that man on the street and was seduced by his fake affection. I stood beside the bed stupidly until dawn. I think I am a wild child at heart, even with unreasonable violent tendencies. So of course I'm not going to leave it at that. It took me three days to master every move of that man. It only took me 16 minutes to kill him. It was a drizzly evening when 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 actually didn't see the murderous look in my eyes and SMiled at me, like a mentally retarded child. I said, my sister misses you very much. There was something unnatural about him. He asked, is your sister still angry? I'm pretending not to know what to do, are you angry? How could it be? Did you have a quarrel? His head cocked to one side. Then he said to me, no, no. This time, he seemed much more at ease. So, just like that night, he left with me easily. The only difference is that this time he is walking towards a death trap. It turns out that everyone is so unable to withstand temptation. This man cannot escape the grasp of lust. And my sister cannot escape the temptation of love. But the ending is the same. An ax solves all problems. I killed this man next to my sister's body. My hands were covered in blood from his struggle. After doing all this, I felt extremely exhausted. Anyway, I'm still just a 14-year-old skinny boy. The unique fishy SMell of blood hit your face. Seeing the man and his sister lying side by side on the bed, no longer making any sound, I felt a loneliness that I had never felt before, an emptiness that I had never felt before. For a moment I forgot what happened. Maybe, this is my life, like being put on a lost Train, forever aimless. Then, I remembered that in that cafe, I often sawThe girl with the cute little freckles on her face. What is she doing? My heart was suddenly filled with an intense longing for her. But I know that if I don’t leave this psychedelic Train, I will never be qualified to see her pure and beautiful SMile.