Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, shining directly into my eyes.
It was already Saturday morning.
"Time to get up, my dear young master~"
"Wake up, brother~"
Still half-asleep, I felt a sudden shaking as if the ground were trembling, my body swayed back and forth until I was thoroughly disoriented.
"Ahhh—" As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw two youthful beauties on either side of me, covering their mouths and looking at me with suppressed laughter.
"Oh, my dear sister and my dear wife, such a beautiful Saturday—only sleeping in can awaken our hopes for the future, peace, and love for the world~" I imitated Jingyan's theatrical rehearsal style, waving my arms and speaking with exaggerated emotion, spouting nonsense.
"Enough—who's your wife, really! Hurry up and get out of bed!" Jingyan blushed, her eyes darting toward her sister, who was smiling even more broadly. Embarrassed, she tugged at my blanket, then turned and walked away.
"Ah... I'm so tired!" I yawned again.
"Hey, brother, did you stay up late last night because Jingyan and I weren't here?" My sister's clever, bright eyes stared at me as if trying to uncover the secrets in my heart.
"Stay up late? No, not at all?" I instinctively denied it, but my mind flashed back to yesterday's memory of secretly watching Auntie Ouyang having sex. Originally, I had planned to be intimate with Jingyan last night, but not only did I fail to accomplish that, I ended up getting all worked up by my in-laws. All night, I dreamed of various explicit scenes, with not only Jingyan but even Auntie Ouyang making an appearance...
"Brother? Brother?! What are you thinking about, brother? Have you gone stupid, brother?" My sister shook my arm, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Ah... it's nothing. I just woke up. You go out first! I need to change." I touched my face as I spoke.
"Really?" My sister pressed her soft little hand against my forehead, then left the room, muttering as she walked away: "No fever... why does he seem so dumb... oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no."
I was speechless.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs and saw everyone at the dining table—Mom, Dad, Uncle Qin, Jingyan, and my sister—all eating breakfast, but Auntie Ouyang was missing.
"Mom, where's Auntie Ouyang?" I looked at my mother, who was still wearing the same loose, pale green sleep robe from yesterday. Her delicate hand gently held a spoon, scooping a spoonful of porridge from the bowl and bringing it slowly to her lips. She parted her lips slightly, elegantly shook her head to blow on it, then slowly placed it in her mouth.
Yet even this delicate motion caused her full chest to tremble slightly, sending ripples through my heart.
"Auntie Ouyang isn't up yet. Take this bowl of porridge and let her eat in her bedroom." Mom unhurriedly handed me a bowl of porridge from the table. I took it—it wasn't hot, clearly having been set aside to cool earlier. Mom and Auntie Ouyang had known each other for decades, understanding each other better than real sisters.
"Okay!" I carefully went upstairs again and stood outside Auntie Ouyang's bedroom door. Just as I raised my hand to knock, I glanced beside the door—this was where I had eavesdropped yesterday. I had to admit, it had been quite thrilling.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Who is it~" came Auntie Ouyang's lazy, slightly irritated voice from inside.
"It's me, Auntie Ouyang~" I quickly put on an innocent expression.
"Come in!" Auntie Ouyang said. I opened the door and entered, only to see her still lying in bed, her belly covered by a thin velvet blanket. Her red nightgown was disheveled, her fragrant shoulders exposed, and even a large expanse of fair, creamy skin had escaped the confines of her robe. It left me feeling dazed once again.
"Close the door, sweetie," Auntie Ouyang reminded me.
"Auntie Ouyang, it's time to get up and eat. Even though I'd love to sleep in too, breakfast is still important," I said, slowly moving forward to place the bowl on the bedside table. I waited for Auntie Ouyang to sit up, but after a few seconds, she still showed no intention of getting up. Instead, she just stared at me with a smile on her face.
"Auntie, are you feeling unwell? Or is there something on my face?" I asked, touching my cheek.
"Come lie here," Auntie Ouyang said, shifting back and patting the empty space she had made on the bed.
As soon as I lay down, a red-and-white blur suddenly straddled me.
"Ah!" I cried out in surprise. Auntie Ouyang had abruptly climbed on top of me. The swift movement caused the already loose shoulder straps of her nightgown to slide smoothly down her arms right before my eyes. At the same time... one of Auntie Ouyang's perky breasts was now fully exposed to my view.
"Gasp—" I quickly shut my eyes. But even in the darkness, all I could see were flashes of that milky-white flesh and the delicate pink peak.
"Auntie, pull your clothes up now!" I shouted in a panic, not even noticing how loud my voice had become.
"Alright, alright, I've pulled it up," Auntie Ouyang said. As she spoke, I felt the soft flesh of her buttocks rubbing back and forth against my thighs. I was starting to lose control.
I cautiously peeked through my fingers and saw that Auntie Ouyang had indeed pulled her shoulder straps back into place and was smoothing her wavy hair. Only then did I relax and lower my hands.
"What's the big deal about looking? When you were still nursing, I even fed you myself. You used to grab my breast and wouldn't let go. Now you're too scared to even look," Auntie Ouyang said nonchalantly. I even got the feeling she was tempted to pull the straps down again on purpose.
"That was when I was a baby. I don't remember any of that," I retorted.
"Then how about I help you remember now?" Auntie Ouyang said, grabbing my arm and placing it directly on her chest.
"Don't!" I quickly pulled my hand back. Staring at the bold, mature woman straddling me, who exuded the aura of a domineering queen, I couldn't help but ask, "Auntie Ouyang, what are you trying to do?"
Auntie Ouyang didn't answer. Instead, she extended her slender, delicate fingers and began gently stroking my face, moving down to my neck. Then, she placed both hands on my chest and pressed lightly. My eyes darted between her hands and her face. Her brows were relaxed, her lips slightly parted—she looked both serious and at ease. I had no idea what she was planning, so I could only wait quietly.
Suddenly, as Auntie Ouyang's hands reached my stomach, she gently swayed her slender waist, and her soft yet firm buttocks rubbed against my crotch. The intense stimulation nearly made my little brother stand at attention!
"Gasp—" I clenched my lips tightly, even lightly biting the tip of my tongue.
"Ah—" Auntie Ouyang's sigh brought me back to my senses.
"What's wrong, Auntie?"
"I really don't like being like this with you," Auntie Ouyang said something that left me utterly confused. Before I could figure it out, she swung her long legs and lay back down on the bed. I quickly got up as well.
"Auntie, the porridge is ready. It'll get cold soon," I reminded her.
"Mmm—" Auntie Ouyang let out a long, drawn-out hum. That coquettish tone made me instinctively turn around to look at her. She was lying on the bed, her arms stretched out toward me, her legs spread wide and lifted, just like when Jingyan was being playful, acting cute and asking for a warm hug.
Could she really be asking for a hug? Auntie Ouyang hummed softly again and waved her outstretched arms.
I put down the bowl I had just picked up, leaned over, and gently wrapped my arms under Auntie Ouyang's armpits to lift her up. At the same time, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and her legs crossed, gently yet swiftly winding around my waist.
"So clever, my precious son really knows what I want. Mwah~" Auntie Ouyang planted a fiery kiss on my cheek.
But just as I was about to lift her up, she subtly pressed down, as if unwilling to let me rise, as if she didn't want me to leave her side, preferring to keep me pressed tightly against her.
"Auntie, I want to lift you up so you can eat," I explained.
"I know!" Auntie Ouyang said matter-of-factly, tightening her grip around me even more.
There was nothing I could do. I had to climb onto the bed, but I couldn't fully relax my legs because that would put all my weight on Auntie Ouyang. So I had to kneel on the bed, my body forced to press against hers, maintaining this overly intimate position.
But... this meant my erection was now pressed right against the center of Auntie Ouyang's spread legs. Feeling her fragrant scent, the softness of her chest gently shifting, and this position—it really felt like I was pinning Jingyan down on the bed, thrusting fiercely into her honeyed depths—No, I'm really about to get hard.
"Mmm—" Auntie Ouyang's soft moan made my entire body tremble as I struggled to hold back. Ah! Damn it! What kind of torture is this? Wanting to get hard but not being able to—it's just too painful!
"I still like being like this with you," Auntie Ouyang said another confusing sentence, then gave me a light kiss on the cheek before letting go.
"Whew!" I hurriedly got up, touching my face. Aside from a faint dampness, all that remained was the scorching heat of rushing blood.
Great—now if my sister touches my head again, I really will have a fever.
"Haha, look how nervous you are," Auntie Ouyang rose gracefully, her slender finger hooking the slipping shoulder strap back into place. Her red lips parted slightly as she sweetly uttered two words.
"Feed me!"
I had no choice but to quickly pick up the bowl, carefully stir it, scoop up a spoonful of warm porridge, hesitate for a moment about whether I should taste it first, and ultimately bring it to Auntie Ouyang's tempting lips.
"Ah—" Seeing me about to feed her, Auntie Ouyang deliberately stuck out her soft, fragrant tongue.
"Oops!" That move made me fail to feed her all the porridge. The remaining few drops slid slowly from the corner of her mouth, spilling onto her snow-white legs.
"Let me wipe that for you."
"It's fine!" Aunt Ouyang grabbed my arm. Under my gaze, her fragrant tongue darted out, the tip curling delicately to cleverly draw the droplet at the corner of her lips into her mouth. Then, with a pair of bright, peach-blossom eyes, she cast me a glance brimming with endless charm.
I... really got hard.
Knock, knock, knock. A knocking sound came from the door.
"Mom—haven't you finished eating yet?" Jingyan's voice called from outside.
"Come in, I just got up and haven't eaten yet," Aunt Ouyang called back. Jingyan pushed the door open and entered.
"Mom, we've all finished eating. Aunt Liu said you have to wash the dishes yourself," Jingyan said with a gleeful, mischievous smile.
"No problem, isn't your obedient boyfriend here? Ah—my little master, feed me." Aunt Ouyang opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue again.
"Hmph! Xuanyu, I'm not full yet either, you have to feed me too!" Jingyan protested, sitting close to Aunt Ouyang. She also opened her mouth, looking at the bowl in my hand.
In this hazy, ambiguous atmosphere, my gaze wandered between this stunning mother-daughter pair. Aunt Ouyang, wearing a red nightgown with her shoulders and neck exposed, was elegant and captivating, showering me with endless affection. Jingyan, dressed in matching couple's pajamas, had a fiery figure, youthful beauty, and the grace of a well-bred lady; we had grown up together since childhood. Yet whenever these two were together, they would engage in one intimate, competitive spat after another, like concubines vying for favor.
I was truly suffering yet enjoying it.
After some playful tussling, Aunt Ouyang eventually finished the bowl of porridge. Supported by the two beauties, I was "transferred" to the kitchen—to wash the dishes, of course.
Once everything was tidied up, I left the kitchen and found no one on the first floor. Stepping outside, I saw Jingyan sitting on the swing bench in the yard, swaying gently while reading a book. I walked over and sat down beside her.
"Oh, Young Master Lin, finished washing the dishes?" Jingyan continued her gloating.
"Yeah, I hurried right over to give my darling a kiss," I said, pouncing on her and hugging her tightly.
"Ah... not so tight, I'll sweat easily!" she protested cutely.
"Hmph, tell me, why didn't you come find me last night?" I placed my hand on her waist, ready to tickle her if she didn't answer.
"Ah—don't tickle me! Last night was because of my little sister," Jingyan snuggled into my arms and said.
"Little sister?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I talked a lot with her yesterday. She said she's under a lot of pressure, that no matter how hard she studies, she just can't grasp some subjects, and she's afraid she won't get into N University. We talked and talked, and she ended up crying," Jingyan said, her own emotions seeming to return to last night as her tone grew increasingly sorrowful.
"So that's what happened," I said, my expression darkening as well. Honestly, given our family background, my little sister really shouldn't have such immense pressure. But she's a girl who appears delicate on the outside yet is incredibly strong-willed inside. Both Jingyan and I got into N University with ease. The little sister who used to trail behind us, calling out, "Big brother, big sister, wait for me!" probably wants to continue creating beautiful university memories with us too. It's just that I find it strange—we're all born to the same parents. I never struggled much in school; even before the college entrance exam, my parents suggested I aim for those two prestigious universities in the capital. In the end, I still chose N University to be with Jingyan. But my little sister has always stumbled through her studies since she was young. Did Mom and Dad give all the intelligence to me?
However... thinking of my sister's fair, smooth skin as delicate as milk, her slender figure that looks fragile yet is surprisingly resilient, the slight swell of her breasts like delicate little bowls turned upside down, and those long, alluring legs—it truly gives off a Lin Daiyu vibe. I suppose you win some, you lose some.
"Alright, don't worry about it. I told my sister that if she doesn't get in, my mom will do everything she can to get her into N University," Jingyan reassured me.
"Aunt Ouyang is really too kind," I couldn't help but sigh.
"Hmph, am I not good too? You bad Xiaoyu!" Jingyan pouted in complaint.
"Ah, you're both wonderful. You're my dear wife, and Aunt Ouyang is the best mother-in-law in the world. Mwah!" I planted a firm kiss on Jingyan's lips.
The swing chair swayed gently, bringing our two passionate, fluttering hearts together—intimate yet cautious...
"Xuanyu?" My dad's voice jolted me awake from my immersion in Jingyan's soft embrace.
"Huh? What is it, Dad?" I turned my head to see him and Uncle Qin, both wearing straw hats and tank tops, with sun jackets over them, paired with shorts and flip-flops. Most importantly, they were holding fishing rods and tackle boxes.
"Uncle Qin and I are going fishing. Want to come?"
"Dad, where's my sister?" I first asked about Xuannan, who had been here during dinner.
"Your sister went to tutoring. Come on, let's go fishing," Dad invited me again.
"Ah, I..." I hesitated. Dad's fishing hobby was something Uncle Qin had corrupted him with, and I couldn't help feeling a bit frustrated. Do all men automatically develop an interest in fishing when they reach middle age?
"Come on, join us. Let's catch some big fish for your Aunt Ouyang and your mom to eat," Dad tempted me.
"Alright, you two go ahead. With such a big house, it won't do to have only us women here. Let the young master stay and protect us," Aunt Ouyang said, having changed into sportswear that showed off her alluring figure. She walked out of the house carrying a bag filled with random items like an electric mosquito swatter and floral water.
"Alright then, we'll go," Uncle Qin took the bag, kissed Aunt Ouyang on the cheek despite her playful dodging, and left with a mischievous grin.
"Ugh, hurry up and go! Don't come back empty-handed! And no buying from the market!" Aunt Ouyang's words seemed to expose some embarrassing past incidents involving Uncle Qin and Dad, making them both nearly stumble at the same time.
"Hehe~" Jingyan giggled beside me, covering her mouth.
"Come on, dear son, come inside and keep Auntie company while I exercise," Aunt Ouyang walked over to me, linked her arm with mine, and pulled me into the house.
Upon reaching the second floor, I found that this dedicated exercise room was quite spacious. Originally, it should have been on the first floor, but since the first floor also served as a reception area, and exercise spaces often involve more revealing attire that requires greater privacy, it was placed on the second floor instead. By now, Mom had already changed into a form-fitting workout outfit. Her full, proud breasts seemed almost too much for the fabric to contain, with the curves of her side breasts appearing particularly rounded. Seeing me come upstairs, she quickly tugged her T-shirt downward, afraid of any accidental exposure. However, Mom's breasts were not only full but also firm and perky, so her attempt to pull the fabric down not only failed to achieve its purpose but instead made the material stretch even tighter, accentuating the allure of her voluptuous figure.
"Honestly, my clothes have gotten too small again," Mom muttered softly, trying to ease her own embarrassment. I could only turn my head away, looking elsewhere.
"Auntie Liu~" Jingyan chirped as she dashed over and threw herself into Mom's arms. The sight of their four firm, beautiful breasts pressed together was enough to make my blood boil.
"Come, let's go over here," Mom said, leading Jingyan to a spot some distance away from me. It happened to be in a shaded area where the sunlight didn't reach, yet it wasn't too dim. Mom had already prepared two meditation cushions on the floor. The two beauties sat cross-legged on them, took a moment to steady their breathing, and began to meditate. This was one of the exercises Mom often did—at least, in her eyes, it counted as exercise.
"Sweetie, come over here," Auntie Ouyang called, leading me to the other side of the room. This area was bathed in sunlight, and though it was summer, the morning sun wasn't too intense yet. Auntie Ouyang drew the sheer curtains by the window, and the light around us instantly softened and dimmed, creating a deep, intimate atmosphere.
This ambiance felt strange to me. The sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains allowed me to see everything clearly, yet the darkness enveloping us quietly stirred the forbidden desires deep within me. Especially with a seductive, beautiful, and elegant lady like Auntie Ouyang right in front of me, I suddenly felt as though, despite being in this spacious room, we were secluded in a very private tent, engaging in something that shouldn't be seen by outsiders.
"Sweetie, over here~" Auntie Ouyang laid out a yoga mat and gently reclined on it, bending her knees. I knew she wanted me to hold her legs while she did sit-ups.
"Alright," I replied, squatting beside the mat and gripping Auntie Ouyang's slender ankles with both hands.
"That won't do. Come, sit properly here," Auntie Ouyang pointed to a spot. I stood up and sat facing her, but this meant I could no longer squat. Instead, I had to spread my legs slightly and lean forward, once again holding onto her ankles.
"Keep your voice down!" Auntie Ouyang reminded me, gesturing toward the distance.
I turned my head to look. Mom and Jingyan were sitting cross-legged on the cushions, poised gracefully with their hands resting lightly on their knees, palms facing upward like blooming lotuses. Their flat abdomens rose and fell subtly with their breath, like ripples stirred by a gentle breeze on a lake. Just then, a soft wind drifted in through the window, tousling their ink-black hair, making it dance as if to a silent melody. Though I had witnessed this scene countless times, I was still captivated by Mom's ethereal elegance—she seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, radiating a faint, serene glow. Jingyan, with her dignified and graceful posture, resembled the otherworldly Xiao Longnü from TV dramas, pure and flawless, a vision to behold.
To have such beautiful family members—I must be the luckiest man in the world.
"Staring dumbstruck?" Aunt Ouyang's voice pulled me from my blissful reverie. I turned to see her peach-blossom eyes fixed on me with a hint of reproach, and I could only respond with a sheepish grin.
"Come closer!" Aunt Ouyang's voice was hushed but firm, leaving no room for refusal. I shuffled forward on the yoga mat, moving closer until her snow-white feet were nearly touching my crotch.
"Hold steady!" she said, then swept her hair back, clasped her hands behind her head, and began her exercises.
"One... two... three..."
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