I almost touched the moon

"Why did you come suddenly?" Cheng Che sat in the passenger seat, looking at the person beside him who was concentrating on driving with a loving look in his eyes.

"you guess."

"I guess, sister misses me." Cheng Che smiled, not wanting to take his eyes away from her face for a moment.

"Yeah," Wen Song admitted generously, "I suddenly missed you a little, so I came here."

"I miss you, too. I miss you especially every day." Cheng Che still looked at her with a smile. If she wasn't driving, he really wanted to come forward and kiss her.

"Ache!" Wen Song was a little excited, "Look ahead, there are aurora borealis!"

On the night of early September, the aurora was not very strong, just a few dots of green light hanging on the skyline, but even such a faint aurora was enough to surprise them.

"Wow, we are so lucky." Cheng Che also said in surprise, "I went to Iceland on purpose for Christmas one year, but I didn't see the northern lights. But today I saw them on the road. It must be because I am with my sister that I am so lucky."

"No..." Wen Song said, "Because this year is a year of abundant solar activity, the high-energy particles in the solar wind are active frequently, and even if it is not the autumnal equinox yet, there will be relatively strong auroral activity. We are in the suburbs, and there is no serious light pollution, so we can observe it."

"Song Song..." Cheng Che sighed softly, "I know everything. Can you be a little more romantic?"

"Okay, okay." Wen Song agreed with him, "I am the one who brought you good luck. I am your Venus. However, the planet with the strongest aurora activity in the solar system is Jupiter, but the name Jupiter doesn't sound nice at all."

"Of course you are Venus. You are the goddess of beauty and my god of love." Cheng Che said affectionately.

"Cheng Che!" Wen Song felt the hairs on his body stand up and took a breath of cold air, "This is so corny."

After a while, they arrived at the hotel. Wen Song booked a single-family holiday home located in the forest. It had two large floor-to-ceiling windows and a glass dome from which one could view the stars and the aurora.

Cheng Che accompanied her into the house, and as soon as he closed the door, he eagerly kissed her. After taking off her coat, he put his arms around her waist and lingered on her lips.

"Ache..." Wen Song also responded to him, and said vaguely while his lips and tongue were intertwined with his, "The curtains are not drawn yet..."

Cheng Che let her go a little, walked to the window and closed the curtains, then kissed her more passionately, moving down her lips, burying his head in her neck and saying, "Song Song, I missed you so much."

"I miss you, too." Wen Song was so moved that she couldn't help but reach out to take off his clothes, but he held her hand.

"Stop it... No, that... I'm afraid of hurting you." Cheng Che's breathing was a little rapid. He suppressed his inner desire and left her lips.

"I have it in my bag." Wen Song said with a smile, "In the inner compartment."

"Why do you carry that thing with you?" Cheng Che was surprised when he heard her words, and for a moment he didn't even know whether he should take it.

"Don't think too much." Wen Song knew that he was a sensitive person and might start to think about something else, so he explained, "My mother insisted on leaving it for me after she found out that I was in love."

He added, “I haven’t used it.”

"I know." Cheng Che kissed her lips, "I didn't mean that, sister, don't think too much."

With her approval, he opened her bag and saw the small box wrapped in plastic film. He immediately became angry. He unwrapped it, took out a piece of aluminum foil and threw it beside the bed. He grabbed Wen Song's hand, hugged her and lay down on the bed. He gently kissed her cheek, lips, and collarbone... He panted in her ear and asked carefully in a low voice: "Sister, are you really willing?"

"Yes." Wen Song responded with a kiss, "Ache, I do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his clothes in a hurry, and Wen Song was able to admire his body up close. His chest muscles, six-pack abs, mermaid lines, and back muscles were not those big muscles. His muscle lines were very beautiful and smooth, just right, not too thin, nor exaggerated to the point of looking greasy.

His skin was very white, and you could see blue-purple veins on the back of his hand. It was like... She thought of the BJD male dolls she had seen in the window before. It was really like a perfect body like BJD. It was obvious that it was naturally developed through long-term exercise, not just in the gym.

She couldn't help but touch it from top to bottom, leaving nothing out, nodded approvingly and said, "It feels really good."

"Song Song, I love you."

Cheng Che's breathing became more rapid because of her touch. He kissed her almost devoutly, stroking the tattoo below her collarbone with his slender fingers, and asked, "What does this tattoo mean?"

"No." Wen Song stroked his back and said, "I saw a painting by chance before, and I thought it was beautiful, so I tattooed it here."

"I love you." Cheng Che repeated again, "I heard it will hurt, I will try to be gentle. If it hurts, please tell me."

"Okay." Wen Song's voice was gentle and charming, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

But... it really hurts. She frowned and almost cried out loud. There was no so-called pleasure at all, only pain.

"Ache..." She frowned, "Be gentle."

"I..." Cheng Che bit his lower lip, his expression not much better than hers, "I'll try my best..."

After everything was over... Wen Song collapsed on the bed, his lips turned pale due to the pain.

Cheng Che hugged her tightly in his arms and said self-reproachfully, "I'm sorry, sister. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled and rubbed his head. "I heard from my friend that it's always like this the first time, but it will be fine later."

Then, he kissed Cheng Che again and said, "You are mine from now on. You must be obedient."

"I have always belonged to my sister, and I will always belong to you alone." Cheng Che also lowered his head and kissed her, "Song Song, I love you very very much."

"I know, I love you too."

Wen Song noticed that there were many bruises on his exposed skin, especially on his thighs and back, which looked somewhat shocking against his fair and smooth skin.

She touched those places with some concern, gently stroked them and asked, "Did you fall while skiing?"

"Hmm..." Cheng Che nodded and said, "I wanted to try double cork1800, but failed many times."

"Double cork 1800? Are you crazy..." Wen Song sighed, "Only Aerials can do that, how can slopestyle be possible... Generally speaking, a double cork 1620 or a normal 1800 is enough."

"But someone has done it before." Cheng Che smiled, "The American contestant, Marshall Steveson."

"I don't recommend challenging your limits or comparing yourself to others." Wen Song looked at him and said, "But if that's your goal, then go for it."

After that, she gently kissed a bruise on his back, "I believe you."

"That's why I don't want my sister to come train with me." Cheng Che hugged her and let her lean on his chest. "Seeing how badly I fell, you must be very worried."

"No." Wen Song still played with his hand tenderly, but the words he said seemed a little ruthless.

"What?" Cheng Che heard her words, turned over and pressed on her, approached her and asked, "Sister, you don't worry about me?"

"Don't worry." Wen Song smiled, raised his head and kissed him, "I feel sorry for you, but I'm not worried. It's inevitable to fall when skiing. When I first learned to ski, I also fell badly, but I didn't die. And you are used to falling, so you will definitely adjust your falling posture, try to let your back, hips and legs touch the ground, so that the pressure and force are minimized."

"Iseylia..." Cheng Che said helplessly, "Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you are really cold and indifferent."

"Really?" Wen Song put her arms around his neck, looked up at him and smiled, "Am I indifferent to you?"

"Forget it..." Cheng Che kissed her deeply again and said vaguely, "No matter how cold you are, I still love you. Besides, sister is not cold to me, you love me very much, don't you?"

"Yes." Wen Song responded to his kiss, "I love you very much."