Third floor, Auntie Ouyang's room.
"Auntie, are you feeling unwell? Or are you in a bad mood?"
I sat beside Auntie Ouyang, watching her as she gazed down at the red wine bottle in her hand.
"That's right, I'm both unwell and in a bad mood. How will you comfort me, my dear?" Auntie Ouyang poured a small amount of red wine into the bottom of her glass and swirled it gently.
"Then you shouldn't drink. The more you drink, the sadder you'll feel." I reached out to take the glass, but Auntie Ouyang brought it to her lips instead.
"You drink..." I looked into Auntie Ouyang's slightly intoxicated eyes, her dark pupils shimmering with a wine-red glow.
"Alright, alright, I'll drink." With a bitter sensation sliding down my throat, I drained the small amount of liquid in the wine glass.
Auntie Ouyang poured for me several more times. Each time I drank, the smile at the corner of her lips grew wider. I had no choice but to continue. After a few glasses, I had nearly finished a full cup. "It's really awful." I couldn't stand the taste of red wine any longer. Just as I was about to lift my arm to wipe the trace of liquid from the corner of my mouth, a soft, warm sensation accompanied by a fragrant breeze suddenly touched my lips. Startled, I looked up and saw Auntie Ouyang's delicate tongue, seductively curling at the edge of her lips, slowly retreating into her rosy mouth.
"Auntie..." I whispered softly, watching as Auntie Ouyang stood up, locked the bedroom door, and then excitedly rushed back. In an instant, my arms were filled with a soft, fragrant, and supple body.
"My dear..." Auntie Ouyang's voice no longer carried the decisiveness and confidence from before. Instead, it held a hint of vulnerability and tenderness, like a wounded little girl yearning for my comfort.
I lay back on the bed, holding Auntie Ouyang in my arms, gently stroking her smooth and silky back.
"Auntie, is it because of Qin—" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a warm sensation envelop my ear. A soft, pink tongue playfully wriggled around, sending tingling sensations straight to my heart, making me tremble uncontrollably. A seductive moan, infused with the intoxicating aroma of wine, slowly escaped from Auntie Ouyang's nostrils.
"Auntie, you—"
"Don't move!" Auntie Ouyang's gentle reprimand instantly froze my feeble resistance in the air.
"Mmm!" Auntie Ouyang's soft lips gently traced the curve of my cheek until her jade-like lips pressed against mine in a forbidden kiss.
At first, my eyes widened as I gazed at the intoxicated Auntie Ouyang before me. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in the breeze of desire, and her rosy cheeks were tinged with a faint blush. Then, I closed my eyes and began to respond to her kiss. I allowed her agile little tongue to transfer the warmth from her mouth to mine, carrying with it a hint of bitter wine that spread through my mouth, transforming into an intoxicating sweetness.
Auntie Ouyang was truly in a bad mood. Though it might not be appropriate to think this way, this method of comforting her was truly blissful.
As I thought this, a muffled groan from Auntie Ouyang made me feel my wrists being gently restrained. That gentleness, like a spring breeze, guided my hands until they softly landed on the plump, swollen, and ripe fruit-like softness.
Wait! Is this—Auntie Ouyang's buttocks?!
Before I could pull my hands away, Auntie Ouyang pressed them against her perky bottom, kneading them haphazardly.
"Hmm~ My bottom hurts, sweetie. Give Auntie a rub." Auntie Ouyang whispered playfully against my lips, her tempting breath brushing past like a gentle breeze, lightly grazing the corner of my mouth. As she spoke, her moist lips inadvertently brushed against mine, sending another wave of tingling warmth through my heart, like ripples spreading across a calm lake.
"Ah—yes! Just like that, sweetie, use a bit more strength!" Auntie Ouyang let out a soft, coquettish cry, her lips planting fiery kisses all over my cheeks.
My hand gently traced the outline of Auntie Ouyang's round and plump buttocks. Even through the thin black dress, the sensation was as soft and springy as clouds, almost magnetic. My hand seemed to have found its spiritual home, lingering and unwilling to withdraw from that intoxicating warmth.
So this is what it feels like to rub someone's bottom. Watching Auntie Ouyang's expression of pure enjoyment, I finally understood why Jingyan never let me touch hers. And now, here I was, overstepping boundaries by kneading her mother's perky bottom. Could this be... some kind of twisted compensation?
"Naughty Xiaoyu, so gentle..." Auntie Ouyang flicked her delicate hand, and the thin straps of her black dress obediently slid down. Her fair skin flowed like moonlight, gradually eroding the deep black fabric as it cascaded downward until... until two cherry-red peaks appeared before my eyes.
What?! Auntie Ouyang isn't wearing a bra?
"Auntie, you... you're not wearing one?"
"No, I'm not. What's wrong?" Auntie Ouyang effortlessly slipped out of her black dress under my astonished gaze, leaving nothing but a ribbon-like thong covering her body.
"Auntie, aren't you afraid someone might see?" I whispered.
"See? Do you think anyone would dare?"
"Besides you, who would dare to look?"
"I'll show whoever I want to show. Even if they don't want to look, they'll have to. Don't you think so, sweetie?" As she spoke, Auntie Ouyang leaned closer, pressing her face against mine, nose to nose, eyes locked. In her dark pupils, I saw an unyielding gaze and... myself.
"You're right! You're absolutely right!" I hurriedly agreed, my lips accidentally brushing against hers, sending another strange tremor through me.
"Don't use 'you' so formally."
"Huh?" I didn't understand.
"I mean, from now on, when we're alone, don't use the formal 'you.' It's too distant," Auntie Ouyang said softly.
"Mm, okay."
"Silly Xiaoyu! Mwah! Do I look good?" Auntie Ouyang sat boldly on top of me, unashamedly displaying her perky, beautiful breasts.
"You look beautiful. You... uh, you're stunning, Auntie."
I wanted to close my eyes, to turn away, but the two pink peaks on Auntie Ouyang's chest seemed to be deliberately drawing my gaze.
"Don't call me Auntie anymore." Auntie Ouyang's calm, cool words left me momentarily stunned.
"Huh? No, Auntie, did I do something wrong? You—" I suddenly panicked.
"Didn't you do anything wrong? Anyway, I just won't allow you to call me Auntie anymore!" Auntie Ouyang's expression was extremely serious, exactly like when she usually got angry. Pinned beneath her, I nervously rubbed the bedsheet with my hands, replaying my recent actions in my mind. Could it be because I had been too physically close to Auntie Ouyang lately, too intrusive? But all the recent interactions between us had been initiated by her! What else could it be? I truly had no idea.
"Auntie... is it because I've been too... too disrespectful to you lately?" I tentatively asked.
"Disrespectful? Is that what you mean?" Auntie Ouyang ignored my resistance, took my hand, and placed it on her chest.
"Is... is this what you mean?" Auntie Ouyang pressed further.
"Yes..." I hesitated but still voiced the answer in my heart. Auntie Ouyang leaned in again, her eyes locking onto mine as she said, "What if I told you that from now on, you can never touch me again? Huh?" I couldn't help but gasp.
"What do you think?" Auntie Ouyang pressed, making me feel as if I were backed into a corner.
My mind raced, imagining a future moment when Auntie Ouyang would see me, holding a defensive posture, casting a cold, disdainful glance from the corner of her eye—a look filled with endless contempt. In an instant, the surge of disgust in my mind swallowed the image whole.
No! I won't allow such a scene to happen!
"No! Auntie Ouyang! That's not what I meant!" Before I could finish, my lips were swiftly sealed by Auntie Ouyang's red lips.
Another unrestrained kiss followed.
"Auntie—"
"I told you, don't call me Auntie, or you'll never touch me again," Auntie Ouyang whispered softly in my ear, while I felt her hand fumbling beneath me.
Then... what should I call you?
"Call me... Lanlan," Auntie Ouyang murmured softly in my ear.
"Huh?" I turned my head in surprise to look at her. "Lanlan" was the affectionate name my mother used for Auntie Ouyang, and even Uncle Qin called her that—aside from "wife," it was the only name he used for her.
"That... doesn't seem appropriate."
"Then you'll never get my affection again," Auntie Ouyang said like a willful child, still lying on top of me but turning her head away, her back facing me.
"Alright... Lan... Lanlan," I whispered softly.
"Ah—mwah!" Auntie Ouyang excitedly turned her head and planted a passionate kiss on my lips.
"Say it again, my dear."
"Ah—mwah! Mwah! My good Xiaoyu! Hold me and say it."
"Lanlan."
"Ah—haha, mmm! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
Hearing me call her that, Auntie Ouyang squirmed with excitement, covering my face with one fiery kiss after another.
"Xiaoyu... my dear..." Auntie Ouyang murmured as she rolled over to lie beside me, her head resting next to my face. Her eyes, clouded with a hazy springtime mist, shifted constantly—filled with joy, contentment, and a touch of sorrow.
"Aunt—Lanlan, you—!" Just as I was about to say something, a sudden emptiness filled my crotch, and something like a water snake slithered in, tightly gripping the part of me that I had been struggling to keep from hardening.
"Ah, handsome Xiaoyu, you're hard..." Aunt Ouyang teased me.
"Ah, Lanlan, don't!" Having my manhood seized again reminded me of the shocking scene this morning when Aunt Ouyang woke me up with her mouth. Thinking back now, that was just yesterday morning. "Mmm... getting harder and harder, so big..." Aunt Ouyang pulled my loose shorts down to my thighs. I looked down and saw her soft, jade-like hand stroking my cock up and down.
"Mmm... ah... huff... Xiaoyu, Xuanyu, hold Lanlan, kiss Lanlan, hurry." Aunt Ouyang pressed herself intimately against me, her seductive moans and whispers constantly swirling in my ear. The slight clarity I had regained moments ago was instantly swallowed by an even thicker haze of intoxication, revealing a drunken, alluring charm. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, shifting into various shapes as she squirmed. One hand moved faster and faster, while her other hand seemed to have disappeared somewhere.
"Ah! Lanlan! Stop!" I gasped and muttered to myself. Could it be that the effect of the red wine was just now kicking in?
Oh my god, what kind of punishment am I in for tonight?
"Ah... ah... Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
Aunt Ouyang's sudden, wanton cry made my heart tighten, and I couldn't help but glance at the tightly shut door.
"Ah—mmph!" After Aunt Ouyang's lewd moan sounded again, I decisively covered her mouth.
She widened her eyes in surprise, then narrowed them slightly, giving me a seductive look in return.
Just as I was wondering why she was smiling even though I was covering her mouth, a wet, tingling sensation on my palm made me shudder all over, and I quickly pulled my hand away.
Aunt Ouyang's tongue was still sticking out, and the corners of her raised lips seemed to be taunting me. As I let go, my body instinctively moved away from her a little. Putting some distance between us, I noticed that Aunt Ouyang's other hand was tightly clamped between her legs.
"Xiaoyu..." Aunt Ouyang also noticed my reaction. She gently swung her leg over, lifted her delicate body, and effortlessly straddled me again.
At the same time, she was still gripping my already rock-hard cock in her hand.
"Lanlan! Aunt Ouyang! What are you doing?" I seemed to already know what was about to happen, but as I looked at Aunt Ouyang's face, flushed with drunken desire, and her perky, heaving white peaks, I found myself unable to stop her for a moment.
Aunt Ouyang smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. She raised the hand that had been hidden between her legs and showed it to me. Her slender middle and index fingers were glistening with sticky fluid. Her barely-there panties were nowhere to be seen, and what rested on my stomach was her dense, neatly trimmed black forest.
"My boy... has finally grown into a man."
Aunt Ouyang leaned down, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. "Xiaoyu, do you know why your Lanlan has been looking so troubled?"
"Because your Lanlan wants the most precious birthday gift, one that only my Xiaoyu can give me."
"Lanlan also wants to give herself to the man she loves most."
"Xiaoyu, make love with Lanlan."
Auntie Ouyang's words, plain yet laden with ambiguity, wormed their way swiftly into my ears like insects. My mind seemed to instantly experience a magnitude-ten earthquake, with landslides and tsunamis arriving in an instant. The violent force shattered all order in my brain into fragments.
I felt as though I had lost all sensation in my body, unsure of what to do.
What was I doing? Should I push Auntie Ouyang away? Should I?
Yes, or no?
Just as I hesitated, Auntie Ouyang had already straddled me, guiding my hardened shaft. With a seductive expression as she lightly bit her lip, she aligned it with her moist, secret place and slowly lowered herself.
I looked down. Auntie Ouyang's honeyed slit had not yet touched the head of my penis, but a trail of slippery fluid had already dripped onto it, stretching into a fine, glistening thread. A sensation that was neither warm nor cool brought a tingling restlessness, as if drawing a red thread of desire between Auntie Ouyang's private parts and mine.
My eyes widened, fixed on Auntie Ouyang's pink labia as they drew closer and closer to the head of my penis. I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. The scene before me blurred into hazy illusions before sharpening again. And at that moment, there was no longer any gap between the head of my penis and Auntie Ouyang's labia.
An indescribable, fleshy sensation made my shaft shudder violently. Blood rushed madly toward it, as if Auntie Ouyang's labia were a flame melting ice, and my icicle-like shaft could only frantically summon cold to resist this melting heat.
"Ah—so big!" Auntie Ouyang gasped softly just as her labia parted wide, ready to swallow the head.
My thoughts finally settled amid the chaotic back-and-forth struggle.
"Bang!" I abruptly flipped over, pinning Auntie Ouyang, who had been straddling me, beneath me.
"Ah!" Auntie Ouyang let out a delicate cry, but seeing me like this, she was not alarmed—instead, she seemed pleased.
"Oh! Xiao Yu wants to take the lead! Haha, my Xiao Yu knows that Lanlan loves it this way." Auntie Ouyang spread her legs wide, even wrapping her slender arms around her chest, assuming a posture of complete surrender. She aligned her honeyed entrance with my shaft, gazing at me with seductive eyes, eagerly awaiting my entry.
"Lanlan... I, we can't do this." After a moment of dizziness, I looked again at Auntie Ouyang's mature, charming face and stammered out these words.
"Hmm? Doesn't Xiao Yu like Lanlan?" For a moment, Auntie Ouyang's expression showed surprise, but it quickly returned to its alluring state.
"No, it's not like that, it's not like that..."
I murmured fearfully.
Auntie Ouyang lowered her long, slender legs, her fair and tender thighs now wrapping around my waist.
"Xiao Yu, don't think about anything else. Look at me, look at Lanlan. Lanlan is yours. From now on, she's yours, and she'll always be yours." Auntie Ouyang cupped my face with her hands, speaking to me with utmost sincerity.
"No, Lan... Auntie Ouyang, we can't do this! I can't betray Jingyan!" I hurriedly pulled up my pants. In my panic, my hardened shaft got caught in the waistband, sending a sharp pain through me that made me tremble. But it was this very pain that brought me back to my senses.
"It's alright, I'll handle things with Jingyan. Isn't this better? With Lanlan and Jingyan, we are both yours, Xiaoyu." Aunt Ouyang's tone was forcibly calm, yet unable to conceal her agitation. She frantically caressed my face, rubbing it so hard it felt like my skin might peel off. I had never seen her like this before—her eyelashes trembling like butterflies in a storm. No matter how great the difficulties or how overwhelming the work had been in the past, nothing had ever shaken her composure. But now... It was only then I realized that yesterday, in that ambiguous position, when Aunt Ouyang told my mother that she was also mine, she wasn't joking.
"No... I can't, I can't do this! Aunt Ouyang, I can't! I really can't betray Jingyan! I can't let Uncle Qin down!"
"It's alright, Xiaoyu. I'll take care of all that. You don't need to worry about any of it. I just beg you to be with me, even if it's just for a little while, even if we have to hide. I love you so much..." Aunt Ouyang had completely lost her earlier composure and allure. Tears like broken pearls streamed continuously from the corners of her eyes as she clung tightly to me, her body trembling with sobs. And trembling along with her was my heart. My heart kept shaking; I couldn't remember the last time I had seen Aunt Ouyang cry in front of me. The last time was when I was little, during a fight between Aunt Ouyang and Uncle Qin. Uncle Qin had promised to buy me a game console if I went to my parents' bedroom to secretly check on Aunt Ouyang. I quietly cracked open the door and saw her sobbing on my mother's shoulder.
Just like now.
"Auntie, I know you've been through hard times too. There are many other ways we can handle this—it doesn't have to be like this."
I tried my best to calm myself down, slowly comforting her, my tone growing more serious.
"Other ways... I don't know whether to be happy or sad right now." Perhaps sensing the change in me, Aunt Ouyang's voice was filled with dejection.
"Auntie, Auntie? Whatever it is, tell me. I'll do everything I can to make you happy." I could no longer care about formalities—whether to address her as "you" or "Auntie," Lanlan or Aunt Ouyang. "Isn't that what I'm doing now? I'm only happy when I'm with you. As for Qin Bin and Jingyan, and your parents, you don't need to worry about them. Just stay with me, Auntie. You said it yourself—as long as it makes me happy, anything is possible. You said that." Aunt Ouyang's voice sounded utterly heartbroken.
"Auntie... I... I don't know how to answer."
"So... I can only be your aunt, is that it?"
Aunt Ouyang turned her head away and asked softly.
I remained silent because I couldn't answer.
"Alright, you can go now." Aunt Ouyang released her hold on me.
"Aunt Ouyang, I—" "Just go!" Aunt Ouyang interrupted me with a low, sharp command, cutting off the words I couldn't bring myself to say.
I slowly left the room. As I closed the door, I saw Aunt Ouyang still lying naked on the bed. Her long, wavy black hair was disheveled, her full chest heaving more and more violently, the two pink peaks swaying unsteadily. Below her flat stomach, the dark forest glistened with a lewd wetness. Her long, fair legs dangled over the edge of the bed like an empty swing, swaying gently, lonely and helpless.
I couldn't see Aunt Ouyang's expression—her face remained turned away from me, her arm persistently shielding her eyes, as if she were hiding something she couldn't bear to see...
I closed the door with utmost care, as though stepping away from a bizarre and bewildering world.
Where should I go? Downstairs? Definitely not an option. The only choice was to sleep in the study, where I could still keep an eye on Aunt Ouyang.
Lying on the bed in the study, I clasped the back of my head, lost in deep and troubled thought.
Aunt Ouyang had always been exceptionally kind to me—so kind that it made me wonder if my mother and Aunt Ouyang had secretly swapped me and Jingyan at some point. Recalling past events now, every time Aunt Ouyang, Jingyan, and I were alone together, Aunt Ouyang would deliberately tease Jingyan, engage me in taboo conversations, and, over this period, initiate overly intimate contact with me. Could it all have been a prelude to seeking a physical relationship with me?
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