Kind sister and brother…

Hello to all dear readers
My name is Bijan and I live with my sweet sister in a family of four in one of the old neighborhoods of Tabriz. May my sister and I be born and grow up.

A few years ago, I was the second year of architecture and the sweet year of three doctors. We both reached the fields we loved. My sister and I grew up together, but our spirits and thoughts were completely different, for example, when a dead person The autopsy did not make much sense to him, and he easily described it in our house, but I was generally romantic and tasteful, and I was upset about breaking a branch of a tree.
Let's go to the main story. It was a cold autumn night and the rain was soaking wet.
Arash said, "Guys, I want to read a Weston story about how Yaro treats his sister and ……
In short, Arash read the story. We all separated very normally and walked towards our house. I, who was used to walking, put on my coat collar and lit a cigarette. In that sad autumn weather, I went home. It was night and the shops were getting ready to close. I was happy that the phone rang and I saw that it was sweet. Mom and Dad say they are going to come home soon. I got a little worried and took a taxi in the car thinking about the story of Arash and my sweet and sweet sister. When I got home, I saw that my parents were ready to go to Tehran for the funeral of one of the relatives of a public woman who had died. Uncle Ina also came and walked together. I stayed and I was sweet and I had a thousand awkward thoughts. I was always comfortable with Shirin and we joked all kinds of things together. ) On the pretext that he wants to see the skeleton of a man.
After dinner, I went to Shirin so that we would not be alone. Shirin was studying and I was looking at her. He was looking at her body and he was now looking at me. Yahoo said, "What are you talking about today? I'm thirsty. I said, "I want to draw a design for you (we are good painters)." Shirin said, "OK, kill me." I also went to the sea and said I want to take a picture of you. He looked at me left and said no. It took an hour and he was in trouble. It was too late for me to finish my photo and he said go, I want to sleep again. I told her, "Sweetheart, today I want to sleep in your arms." She handed me a towel and said, "Go out soon." He did and asked me not to do this. I was completely deaf, I did not understand anything. I kissed his breasts and neck so much and ate that his tears had turned into another small sigh. Ten minutes ago, his lips tasted like honey. His breath was the scent of heaven. Little by little, that animal temperament of mine had disappeared and I felt the love of Joshua. I wanted to come down and he would take Mohamoo to his chest, he would pull me up and put his lips on my lips, we would kiss each other like this for half an hour, I was tired, I hit Shirino, I came down to the bed and pulled his pants slowly, I started down from his fingers Kissing and licking all her legs as carefully as I licked and reached for her shorts. His shorts were wet, as if I had poured a glass of water on my nose, it was close to the smell of it, it was driving me crazy. I told him to bother your neck in the blink of an eye. I knocked him aside and jumped on him. Now, don't eat. I turned around and threw a spit on the back of my head. I threw another spit in the corner hole and Yahoo came back and said what are you doing! I said, did not you want to do it? He said, "Where is Kos? Why did I say 'Who are you?' He said, "No, my ring, if you do not see." I said, "I do not understand." I grabbed my head. On his back.

I fainted there and I do not know when I fell asleep. It was noon and I woke up and the night's corpse was still in me and I was calling my sweet love. But everything I called was not news. Worried, I left the room and saw a small piece of paper with the title on the kitchen table:
"You are the lowest person I know in my life who agreed to do this with his sister. I went to my aunt's house, I do not want to see you anymore."
My nerves were pounding and I was cursing him who was screaming last night, do it… ..
I put on my clothes, lit a cigarette in the yard, got confused and went to the street. I reaped and said that Ahmad Agha did not want a guest. Ahmad Agha was a 37-year-old single man and I were very close friends and he was my best friend. When I left, he saw me and said, "What happened? I started crying. I was just crying and saying that I did something so that my dearest one would leave me." Ahmad took my hand and forced me. And filled the cups… .. I had eaten so much that I had filled it to another world from the earth and time, I could not feel anything, I was just a poem:
Destroy me from the wind tonight and let me die / Drown me in the sea of ​​wine and let me die / Tell me the story of love, what are you reading crazy / Stop being a legend and make me sleep and let me die.
It was 10 o'clock at night, I said goodbye to Ahmad in a drunken world and made my way home. The way to the house was a direct way. I was smoking and swearing at the ground and time, I was running towards the house.
I had already reached Shahnaz St. (Tabrizi friends know what I mean) The air is cold and the leaves are yellow and the lovers are in love and I was alone and sad with a cigarette in my mouth I was walking along the street with a red light He brought me to him and the zealous brothers of the police saw me and took me on a ride without any questions. I was their guest until nightfall, who occasionally greeted me with rhythmic martial movements. After the whole reception, I was allowed to make a call. I called my father and told him about it. He had just left in the middle of the night and the gas board had arrived. He brought it out and wanted to take it home, which I objected to, saying that I did not want to come home anymore, so I took the car from him and went to our garden. I had no grudges and we were almost normal. After a while, Shirin got married and went to her house. My father bought an independent house for me, and I returned to Tabriz and finished my studies (of course, 6 years old).
After that, a very important and strange sexual incident happened to Shirin, which changed the life of our couple completely.