"This little brother is really untouchable!!!" 19-year-old Coral felt like crying. He was pinned down on the desk by his own brother. While the upper half of his body still retained the dignified appearance of a university (Therianthrope University) student, his oven was being unwrapped like a present by this troublemaker. Unveiling the wrapping paper revealed juicy, glossy peaches, delicate Jammy Eggs, and a milk loaf with its head hanging low like white jade. As the weather cooled down in the autumn, a chill passed over the fermenting dough, causing Coral to shiver. A hot and coarse hand ran over his toast, making Coral tremble. He knew that the toast was about to become crispy and delightful after toasting again.
At some unknown point, every time he made a 'mistake,' his little brother would come to 'organize' his kitchen. He would forcefully open the brand-new and luxurious refrigerator door, ignoring his pleas and tears, fiercely smacking his peaches, turning the already plump peaches into a ripe peach queen, red and swollen like a premium delicacy. And then, he would squeeze his Jammy Eggs! With one fiery slap, it landed on the eggshell, and although it hurt, Coral found an indescribable joy in it. Coral would always wiggle his chubby waist, crying and pleading with his annoying little brother, but the little brother never stopped!
He would delicately smack his peaches, urging the green ones to ripen until sweet juice trickled out. Even the milk loaf-shaped bread would cry as it expelled a cascade of caramel sauce. Then, with those big hands, he would dip them in the peach juice, presenting it to Coral as if displaying evidence of his transformation into a glutton for cherry jam—a mischievous little rascal. It was proof of his little brother confiscating peaches to extract peach juice, turning into Angelababy.
Belga's hand fell without mercy, landing on Coral's peach, causing a flurry of blossoming waves in the plump flesh. Coral suddenly felt a fiery sting on the peach, yet his entire body ignited with warmth due to his brother's playful taps. 'Ah, noooo!' he exclaimed. Before he could prepare, wave after wave of wild pats rained down on his ripe, enticing peach, transforming its snowy-white flesh into a rich, fragrant, and rosy hue in an instant.
Coral, with tears streaming, kept squirming and calling out in discomfort and obsession, as if engaged in a dance with pain and joy. The milk-loaf-shaped little bread, under gentle kneading and playful patting, transformed in the fiery oven, gradually becoming firm, yet delightfully crispy. Meanwhile, the juicy peach, relishing in the experience, began to release its sweet nectar, eagerly awaiting the next, more intense, drenching. Coral, with a dreamy hum, voiced his peach's discomfort. The tears trickling down from the corners of his eyes were a blend of pain and pleasure, a feeling so intricate that even he couldn't discern which was which. His dear little brother was fervently giving his Jammy Eggs a playful whipsplashing, the sharp and delightful twinge continuing to bombard his head with sensations of both pain and pleasure.
Before long, Coral's oven, under the scorching heat and frequent toasting, became a chaotic scene. The milky-loaf-shaped little bread sadly oozed mayonnaise, while the plump peach and crispy cheese toast were baked to a blushing and swollen perfection. On Coral's chubby waist, amidst the kitchen chaos, were two bright red handprints left behind from the struggle for kitchen supremacy. Yet, the most unfortunate victims were the once pristine and dainty Jammy Eggs, now swollen and adorned with a tingling shade of purplish red, radiating an itchiness of discomfort. Coral, unable to contain the swollen Jammy Eggs with his toast slices, had to expose them like a delicately opened French oyster, tempting his mischievous younger brother to savor the culinary delights laid before him.
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Coral could feel his younger brother's cool, giant French baguette pressing against his peach. However, he couldn't coax Belga into making a cup of peach juice, no matter how desperately Coral begged. Even as Coral pleaded for a refreshing drink using that chilled, giant French baguette, Belga simply wiped away the tears from his brother's round, twinkling eyes. With a gaze filled with unspoken affection, Belga leaned in, engaging in a playful exchange of lips and tongues with his dear brother. He then lifted Coral onto the desk, elegantly consoling every nook of the kitchen that had been under his culinary influence.
As if revering sacred treasures, Belga cherished the taste of Coral's Jammy Eggs and the milk-loaf little bread. With utmost care, he took a delicate bite, savoring the surface of the food with gentle movements in his mouth, expressing gratitude for the gifts bestowed by nature. Watching his beloved one blissfully squinting with contentment and sighing, Belga, ever mindful, continued to delicately attend to every nook and cranny of the oven that Coral had used. He meticulously maintained the exquisite cleanliness of the entire kitchen, a testament to his dedication.
Belga continued cooking until Coral's milk-loaf little bread, contentedly, once again overflowed with mayonnaise. With delight, he swallowed every drop of his brother's mayonnaise, relishing each flavorful moment. Coral luxuriated in the euphoric moment, akin to the gentle caress of soft waves. Lowering his gaze, he caught sight of the purplish-black, cooled giant French baguette beneath Belga, still maintaining its firm crust in a rather pitiful yet upright stance. Such a delectable feast, and yet no one was there to savor it. What a pity, such a waste. Coral, tempted to reach out and touch the bread, found his mischievous little brother valiantly suppressed his longing for the touch and just blocking his way, adding an element of anticipation and teasing to the scene. "Your...ancient spear...is still rigid," Coral said with a hint of shyness, Gazing at his now robust and handsome younger brother, speaking a few words felt like it could drain every ounce of strength from him. 'Don't you... want me to help you?' he added.
Belga gently shook his head, 'A baguette like this will soften on its own in a little while. No need to worry about it.' He kissed Coral's lips once more, engaging in a delightful dance with his tender blueberry-flavored sweetness. His strong arms held his dear brother close, and he gently entwined his elder brother's thighs around the muscular waist, affectionately calling out to his beloved treasure, Coral.
Coral opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Belga. His eyes were like a vast ocean, profound and filled with intense love, a hint of madness, and an elusive and incomprehensible emotion. Coral admitted to never truly seeing Belga before. When he realized it, this ordinary sibling affection had long transformed, like weaving into a celestial net, tightly ensnaring him and his brother.
"I am yours," Belga declared, his gaze penetrating into the depths of his brother's soul. He cradled him gently, the warmth between them building a cocoon of desire. "Wait for me, my love. One day, I'll ignite the fire in your oven, filling it not just with mayonnaise but with the heat of our passion. Let it blaze, let it consume us, and in that warmth, we shall be eternally entwined."