4 Sweet twins’ sister

4 Sweet twins’ sister

  

Part 1 ________________

 

A bird fly and stop on a little twig, the whole tree tuned into green music.

the Life’s song is kept singing on, I was in vacation, visiting my parents in a tiny village.

She was walking along a winding road, carrying two water container in hands,

I sitting on dawn’s steps, watching clouds crossing blue sky,

Leaves were rustling in breeze, as the forest listen a murmuring creek cooing in fresh morning,

her steps were greeted by the grass along the path, and a white jasmine swaging at my door as a smile.

she awarded my eyes, and she turned to me, our eyes touched in a glance,

without word out, but by eyes, I heard her song inside.

she was singing in silence, and the song in me make them as chord in the same melody.

only one who could hear the sound in another as they have the same in heart.

She walked by, and I followed her with my eyes.

We were in distance, and we walked together, in our heart, and so near one another,

We were stranger each other, and we know that we would meet, and to be dear each other dear Christy.

She lost at the end of road, she remain in me.

I went to fetch hot water another day, followed the tiny road she passed by.

The morning’s light touched me as idle breeze’s flute, float my steps with music from the slope of hill.

I reached the place, she was there already.

I lined up behind her in silence,

she bend her body, stretched the container to fetch the hot water,

 

 

the steam raised around her like mist floating over flowers.

And her girlish scent like a wisp cloud whirling me around.

When she straight up, she turned to me, as my eyes on her;

Our eyes touched in smiling,

“I guess you’re new here? How are you?” her voice soft in grace.

 “Yeah, I come to visit my parents…how are you?"

"I'm good.” She moved a bit, and stood again.

“How long you’ve been here?” I said,

"About a month," smiled lips like flower opened petals.

“how do you like here?"

"liked the quietness, like to walk around the hills nearby. "

"Oh, I like that, I walked there yesterday,.."

"Come over sometimes, we may walk around together."

"sure," I answered her in delight voice.

The boil water vapor filled up the whole room, her face was moist with fresh pink radiant.

She was in her early 20s, innocent looking and soften eyes as if clouds over a peaceful filed.

We walked out side by side in the sunlight,

She said she would go back my city, her younger twins’ sister lived there already.

Her talked in sweetness, sweet as an angle.

Her voice, the humble temper, the calm smile, and the way she talk, impressed me like sitting by a river, listening the sound of waving on the shore.

the narrow road winds on me steps, I was on the way home, my heart was singing, as the song I heard from her.

When I reached my door, my white jasmine in my windowsill opened her petals.

 

 

 

 

Part 2_________________

 

breeze sings its song over slope of hill,

April’s spring flows as warm ripple in river.

I walked on a path at the feet of low hill, listening sound of footfalls;

She said she might come this morning.

I touched trees and leaves, she might come any time.

“Hey my April, my sweet breeze, is that you to bring my girl to me?”

She comes, her hair was slightly flying, her eyes was watery in light,

My eyes welcome her, she stopped before me,

we bowed each other with shy smiling, and entered my room.

I love to see her lips curved with merry, and the voice of joy glisten in her eyes.

My grandmother went away after smile us, my dear grandmother.

the room left us, she and me.

I asked her, if we could play jumping chess;

She looked at me, tight her lips, and gave me a nod.

An angle and amiable girl fall from sky, a drizzling rain falls on my lake.

I gave her a low bamboo stool, and sat across from her.

On a small table, we play the game, the sunlight slanted its ray through my roof,  

“haha…. I want to jump fast,” I said; “and I would move slow,” she said.

God, I love slow girl.

She bend her head, hand hold her chin, thinking hard?

I watched her in silence, no move,  

her hair in sunshine, her face in lotus pink, her lips with rosy hue, and her neck, with cream dream smooth.

her tongue stretch out a bit, moist her lips, the cuteness and sweetness stirred me.

she bent her head, from loose collar, I saw her top of breast, partly exposed under her neck, the warm flesh flower shivering inside slightly;

 

 

girl’s fragrant flows innocent looking with angelic face, and eye is with lake silence at night,

a song started to sing in me, I tried to press down the stormy swell up in my body, the desire of love, the willing to kiss,

a quiet moment, only clock was in sounding.

God might hear my heart's sound, and God know my heart turned fire in silence of love

We, both of us, pretend on the game, eyes on chess, hearts moves on;

Stillness is in flaming, it is singing, it’s flying,

It chess of jump goes far away, and jump of heart come closer,

Breaths hold as the silence was deeper;

hold, watched, I stood up in sudden, grasp her bare arm, and pull her into me;

“Hua…..” the small table fell down, and all chesses scattering on ground

I hold her in my arm, all colorful chess pieces surrounding us on floor.

my lips was pressed on her face in hush, and I felt her fragrant, her girls scent sweet,

my kiss fell on her, her face, her neck, her eyes, with burning, with hot, with wild;

Her face got white like a milk, then flushed pink.

one hand hold on her waist, another slowly unbutton her sweater,

she bent her head, eyed at my hands doing;

Then her clothes opened, the stripe of bra lacked ….slipped through her sweater, my hand reached inside, loose the bra button, and covered on her breast, the warm flesh flower bun,

My heart frozen, and my eyes stare on breast, the softness of flesh bun, round, milky, with a piece of pink nipple tender on the top.

It is violin, on the top of music world, it’s lily, on the water of love,

no one, in this earth, more beautiful than the breast, the lovely bube, the cute baby.

My hand was on it, hold it in gentle,

No rub, no rough touch, just gentle, gentle holding, like a soft breeze caress a tender flower, the flower’s petal, the delicate baby on my girl bosom,  

for it’s so beautiful, and I just wondering how gentle I could, to hold it, and touch it, hold in my palm.

 

That was the first time I see young girl’s breast.

Her tender nipple, a tiny piece like a little cherry, with lovely rosy hue, so adorable before my eye.

I kissed her, and the taste in her lips was changing, changed to the sweet, sweet like flower juicy,

And I was aroused, the sexual desire, under my pants.

Sunshine went through from the roof on her face, and her breast in it bearing hue of transparency in rosy pink;

she started a murmur in the melody of my touching, and she closed her eyes, as my finger moved around inside her sweater;

she was soften like a rabbit, curl up in my arms,

I hold her close to my bed, and tried to rip her trouser down,

her pussy appears, at the top of white and pearl skin legs, with a little under hair, casually loose around; and she forcefully refuse me,

she tried to turn around her body on bed, tighten her two legs together.

I insisted a bit, and stopped.

Love, is love, no force with it.

I don’t want hurt her in any way, I would love her.

hold her up from the bed, then sat down on that small stool.

she left, I sat on steps, in fresh air, heard creek was cooing and birds were chirping.

my hand left fragrant from her breast. I raise it to my lips, covered it to my nose,

my face, kissed her fragrant, her body’s sweet, the love’s sweet.

 

Part 3_______

 

I came back to the city, called the younger twins sister.

"Your old sister bring you some food," I said;

"I heard a lot about you, when you may come over?"

 

 

“The time you like, could be Friday evening?”

“ok,” her voice in a delight.

"Ok, see you then.”

That Friday evening was raining, the red brick building she lived covered by green plants and mosses.

When I was at her door, my umbrella dropping water on floor,

“did you like the rain?” she said to me, as I entered.

“I love rain, I think the rain is singing, singing happy as sky smiling,”

“you do, the rain is cry, cry in sorrow,” she answer me in smile.

“haha…. Oh, it might be, somebody cry, your sister, she miss you,

She wear yellow sweater, furry like a duck baby, help me to hold umbrella,

“have a sit please.”

I put the food on the table,

“Thank you, and carry it long way, thank you."

As she said, her seed shape face ripple smile, flow her voice in flowering virtue tune;

And the cutest part was the small brownish freckle spotted on top of her straight nose.

What pure and naive girl, and the rain was getting thinner, brought light came out from grey clouds, rays on her face in cheer.

She opened window, the wind pouring fresh air in.

We talking a bit, she said she went the village before, love the place, the quietness, and the low hills.

“I heard that you play violin, hope someday I could hear you play.”

I nod to her, stood by her behind the window.

As I turned my eyes on her, she turned to me,

We looked each other in glance,

The rain stopped, the sky washed in blue, and the evening cast its last ray on the wet leaves.

What a beautiful Friday evening,

I should bring her flower, I should bring my violin in;

She sat down in a chair, looking through the window;

I walked back in room, stood by the table,

The room was still, in silence.

We hold her breath,

The moment, I heard the sound, the sound of song in silence, the love’s voice,

I knew that sound, I knew the love’s voice, and the melody ripple in her too;

those strings plucked in our heart, and she knew that I had love with her old sister, both of us knew that.

And the sound was still on, I touched her eyes, the light in ripple, with quivering, with a bit shaking,

My eyes, her eyes, we didn’t know where we could put it on;

her breaths in silence, the fragrant, I felt it, and I knew it means, ….

waited, both of us, the room was filled with love.

I went the chair back, hold her from her back gently, both of arms cross on her bosom, holding her in that soft way,

So be afraid to scare her, to avoid to embarrass her,

I bend my head to her shoulder, my face touched her cheek in such gentle.

Couldn’t help, my hand slide into her clothes, into her bra, the velvet bra,

reached her breast, the soft, the warm rabbit, curl up in her velvet bra,

he love’s flesh, that lovely bubie.

Such beautiful moment, touch this love’s dear flesh flower, the warm heaven, my body’s every cell filled with thrill, and my heart was so tighten in the trembling of happiness.

She sat in calm, a bit of quivering went through her body that I could feel it,

the vibrant of love may cause, in both of us, and the sound that love makes in beauty.

She kept in silence as my hand played on, to fondle her, to move around on her body

flush red rushed on her cheek, and I kissed on it, and her neck.

I knew she had love for me, and she was wondering the love I had with her older sister, she was confusing on that.

Me neither, but couldn't help to hold her, kiss her, and ……

 

Both of us, sat there, with strong breath, no more move.

The raindrop was starting whispering on the window again;

The sky was in night’s dark blue, and wind flowing unspoken words in rainy strings.

I hold her, we kissed each other in nervous.

The rain seems the reason that hold me stay longer, and we waited it to stop.

Thank you dear rain, you play your violin to companion us, this lovely evening.

and I hold the younger twin sister by the window, by the night that leaves over her balcony glimmering in street light.

When I was the way home, the rain has stopped, and the street after rain was wet.

 

Part 4_________

 

let me hold you across the memories of fragrant with love

the light transparency in green ripple of lake flows with music

The old sister sent me poems in her letter dear Christy.

Many years later, reading these lines still making my eyes in moist.

………..

“Miss you every day,

Since that morning, your kiss, your arm around me;

as if you were here, staying with me, it stay;

holding me, kiss me like drizzling on pasture with love,

wet me in music of rainy May.

Like a flower miss breeze in April,

Like clouds around ripples in his play;

Needless to say, needless to say,

if this world goes to the end,

I would be with you, the one holding you in my arms,

In my heart as I hold you today.

 

 

…..

you would see my eyes, my eyes, you’d see

tears in it, the rain filled in, inside of me, .....

it's raining day when I am missing you

the missing is the rain, wet you, wet me, you will see

when you kiss my lips, when you enter in me "

.......

she came back, I went to visit her.

the early spring is decorated with new green leaves, as flute in my heart touched flower along my way.

The door was little open, I entered it without knock;

She just woke up from her nap, sitting on her bed,

only on her under wear, the quilt loosed on her body, the part of her belly, her leg and bare feet exposed in sight;

her breast showed partly from the gap of her clothes, the cleavage, decent flesh under her neck, her round shoulder, so attractive in the way she sat,

The flame “peng” fly up in me,

I approached her in a rush step, hold her including the cover, and my hand penetrate inside her cover.

Touched her pussy, and pulled down her cover, a glance at her dear pussy, that cute place,

Like a little cat curling by my hand around under hair, it’s so beautiful,

her body fragrant came out, her eyes narrowly open in line,

I wildly hold her in my arm, kiss her, and buried my face in breast,

She was like a cute baby, totally an adorable baby, soft, so softly in my holding.

I found her lips, pressed on it, suck it, bite it, sucked them in my mouth,

And her breath, the girlish breathes, sweet drunken me……

Try to open her lips by my tongue, to suck her tongue, and hold it in my lips,  sucking her like a baby.

my hand slide into between her legs, that bend myself inside of the white soft cover.

A little bit up wet, I felt my hand got wet, liquid of love, from girl’s love flower core.

I started to fondle it, rub gentle on it, it was having liquid out,

Her mouth changed the taste sweet, the girl’s mouth sweet,

I tried to change my position, let her laid down in comfort,

I entered her, not rude, this time was in soft, in gentle,  

her girl’s love entrance was wet, wet for the love’s entering, and wrapped my wand,

as I go deep and deeper by slowly drive, out and in, the move was hotter and my body filled burning blood, every cell, the breath, was burning,

I entered my love girl’s body, we hold each other inside, our bodies touched each other inside;

she was in me, and I was in her, soul and body, both of them.

When I finished, we kiss each other in panting, as my wand still in her.

I love her to death, and I want to marry her dear Christy.

As I came out, the younger sister stood by her door, next door.

She looked at me, looked at the me in staring,

I was in embarrassment, for my face was still red, and my eyes still red,

Looking at her eyes, the light inside like flaming, filled with the desire of love;

I was stupidly looked at her, no knowing how to speak,  

She didn't say anything, just looking at me,

I close to her, reached her, my body against her, my arms were around her, hold her and push her entered her room,

Holding her against door inside, we started to kiss crazily, our eyes were all closed,

she let me kiss her, and wildly kiss me back, the wild, the forceful, and the blind kissing, her kissing was almost like biting, like bite my lips off;

the flaming burning inside of us, both of us, and clothes layers off, one by one in crazy, dropped on floor, and we naked to bed,

I crawled over her, and I entered her, as our kiss on,

kiss, with eyes close, and enter, without looking, just by feeling;

the kiss was in flame of love, the enter was in burning of fire.

I was above her, she was under me;

I entered, I plunged, as my hand hold her breast, hold it in trembling,

It was wild, it was blind, with force, with flaming, hot and crazy,

And kiss like fire, hot and wet kiss, spreading over her face, her neck, her bosom, her shoulder with sound of crack;

full force of love, high heat of desire, drove us ended in sweating and panting….

………….

When I wrote these lines, the wind blew the leaves rustling, rustling my hair flying,

it’s cool and fresh me, as if all of wet memories fragrant still warm with the twins sister bodies.

The flowers along the path remember she has been loved;

The grass bent to the steps she has been fell in,

We have met, we have hold, we had love making

The memories chase me with sweetness in my body every corner;

My heart could hear the same song singing inside of another’s,

Then the melody flows, flowing ripple that circle us together,

The love is string, harassing us knot two to one.

Every encounter with smile stayed in,

Oh, the sunlight’s tear joy our soul in love’s sea;

I still was in that morning, met you; I still was in that rain, as it wet us;

Wind and rain make love in the sky, as we made love on each other’s body

And you and me, my sweet twin sister, love together.

She was coming along the road, carried the hot water container in each of her hands;

The sunlight shines on her face, shines her smile,

I was watching her walking by, the ripples of love started floating in me;

then the music of life curving the tiny road in melody of fragrant sweetness.