I stared at the mysterious area beneath my mother’s lace panties, my eyes blazing with desire.

What does my mother’s beautiful vagina look like?

My breathing became more and more rapid, and my mouth felt dry.

I licked my lips discreetly, wishing I could kneel behind my mother right now, bury my face between her two beautiful buttocks, and gently lick her mons pubis to taste what my mother’s beautiful vagina tasted like.

The deep-seated Oedipus complex erupted like a volcano at this moment, uncontrollable.

I subconsciously moved my feet and walked towards my mother as if out of control.

“Found it.” Mom suddenly sat up straight. “This bag of dried mushrooms was really well stored.”

I woke up as if from a dream, a cold sweat instantly forming on my back.

Before my mother could turn around, I hurriedly returned to the counter, my lower body pressed tightly against the cupboard, my voice trembling slightly: “I bought it a while ago, I can’t remember when I put it in.”

“After soaking the shiitake mushrooms in water, what else do we need to do?” Mom came to my side and watched me arrange the other ingredients.

“Hmm, why is your face so red?” My mother pressed her hand against my cheek, her voice tinged with concern. “Are you sick?”

“It’s okay, Mom, it’s probably just because of the hot weather.” I was very nervous, afraid that my mother would find out about my erect penis: “It’s so hot in the kitchen, you’ve been working all day, go and rest in the living room.”

“Put on an apron when you cook.” My mother put her arm around my waist, trying to tie an apron on me.

“No need.” I swallowed hard.

“Your clothes are all dirty, hurry up.” Mom saw me pressed tightly against the closet, reached out and gently pinched my waist, signaling me to obey.

How could I dare to move? I could only say, “Mom, I’ll tie it myself in a bit. You go out and rest first.”

My mother found it a little strange, but she didn’t think much of it. She gave me a word of advice and then left the kitchen.

After my mother left, I was constantly distracted, my mind filled with images of her private parts.

After working in the kitchen for almost an hour, the meal was finally ready.

I made steamed pork ribs, shrimp porridge, celery, braised shrimp, and an extra plate of braised chicken wings that my mom and sister both love.

“Dinner’s ready!” I called out as I placed the dishes on the table one by one.

The house was too big and seemed somewhat empty, with sounds echoing throughout the rooms.

The mother came out of the bedroom and gently twisted her neck: “Thank you for your hard work, my dear son.”

“Mom, what’s wrong with your neck?” I asked with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Mom said. “I’m just a little sore after a long day at work.”

“Then I’ll give you a massage in a bit.” I handed the chopsticks to my mother.

“No need, you’ve had a long day at school, get some rest tonight,” Mom said, refusing.

“It’s just a massage, what’s the big deal? You should rest at home tomorrow, your son will take care of you!” I patted my chest and volunteered to take care of my mother.

Mom shook her head and chuckled, “I still have to work tomorrow.”

“No matter how much work you do, you must take care of your health.” I came up behind my mother and massaged her shoulders and neck.

Mom took a small sip of shrimp porridge: “I’ve been very careful. Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been working after get off work lately? I even postpone business trips whenever possible.”

“It’s right not to work after get off work, and even if you’re a shareholder or a boss, you still have to guarantee your weekends off.”

“In the end, it’s still our own company. With so many companies and departments under the group, how can we not work hard?”

“Isn’t there an uncle?” I looked down and suddenly saw the deep cleavage and a touch of fair, delicate skin under my mother’s camisole nightgown.

My throat bobbed. What kind of blessing is God giving me today?

From changing my mother’s high heels and peeking at her underwear, to now seeing her cleavage.

One wave after another of romantic encounters has left me a little overwhelmed.

My gaze involuntarily drifted down to my mother’s cleft. Her breasts were so big and firm; I couldn’t even hold them in one hand.

In my daily life, I have noticed more than once that my mother is not wearing a bra, yet her breasts are still standing high and not sagging at all.

I secretly marveled at how blessed my mother was with her looks and figure.

“Sigh.” Mom sighed softly, “Your uncle and I have different views, and I don’t trust my subordinates to do things. How can things get done without them working hard?”

At this point, Mom suddenly added, “With such a large company like the group, I can’t count on Lin Xi. I just hope she can live a happy and carefree life. In the future, you’ll be the only one I can rely on.”

“With such a large group and so many employees, it’s impossible for one person to manage everything.” My hand slid down slightly, changing the area I was kneading: “You need to learn to delegate and learn to cultivate talent.”

The mother remained silent for a long time, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly, before finally saying, “I will seriously consider it.”

“Mom, you have such a great figure.” I suddenly blurted out.

As soon as I said it, I regretted it, feeling that my words had crossed a line.

I carefully observed my mother’s expression, and thankfully she didn’t react. She even asked, somewhat happily, “Really?”

“Of course it’s true, you’re the woman with the best figure I’ve ever seen,” I said, speaking my mind.

“Is she even better looking than your teacher, Ms. Chu?” Mom asked half-jokingly, her expression somewhat playful.

My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to remain calm: “Teacher Chu has a great figure too, but not as good as yours.”

“Mom is getting old.” Mom sighed softly and put down her chopsticks.

“Mom, you’re not that old at all,” I said with a smile. “Your skin is so fair, smooth, and radiant; even an eighteen-year-old girl can’t compare. I really don’t know how you maintain your youthful appearance!”

I’m telling the truth. My mother is in her thirties, but her skin is still smooth and supple. To describe her as “naturally beautiful” is a bit of an understatement; adding “forever young” would be more appropriate.

My mother was very happy to hear my praise, and a rare smile appeared on her face: “You have such a sweet tongue, you just know how to make your mother happy.”

She patted the back of my hand: “Go and call your sister for dinner. She hasn’t come out for so long. I wonder what she’s up to in her bedroom.”

“Okay,” I replied, and went to my sister’s room, pushing the door open and walking in.

To my surprise, my sister was sitting on the edge of the bed, with one of her slender legs bent, holding one of her little feet in her arms, and smelling the scent on it.

“Hey!” My sister exclaimed when she saw me, her face turning bright red instantly. “You stinky Lin Yuan, why didn’t you knock before coming in?!”

“I saw it, didn’t I?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. My sister had actually remembered my offhand joke about smelly feet. I teased her, “Did you knock before entering my room?”

“Ugh, I can’t live anymore, I’m so embarrassed!” The younger sister buried her face in the blankets, writhing on the bed like a fish: “You jerk Lin Yuan, it’s all your fault, I hate you so much!”

“Alright, hurry up and eat.” I tapped her on the head.

My sister grabbed my arm and glared at me fiercely: “Don’t tell anyone!”

“Okay, okay, I promise you.” I ruffled her hair. “Hurry up and eat, Mom has been waiting for you.”

My sister then obediently followed me to the dining table.

“Why haven’t you come out for so long?” the mother asked, sipping her seafood porridge with an elegant and sexy posture.

I was about to speak when my sister suddenly covered my mouth, looking somewhat exasperated: “Don’t say it!”

Looking at her younger sister’s rosy cheeks, Mom shook her head and laughed, “What secrets could you two possibly have that you’re keeping from me?”

“Anyway, you’re not allowed to tell,” my sister said angrily, glaring at me.

“Fine, don’t tell me then. Hurry up and eat.”

“It’s not good,” the younger sister commented. “Brother, your cooking skills have deteriorated quite a bit.”

Despite her comments, she was thoroughly enjoying her meal.

“Why are you eating so enthusiastically if it’s not tasty?” I peeled a large shrimp for my mother and held it to her mouth.

Mom’s sexy red lips parted slightly as she caught the shrimp, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

“Me too!” the younger sister said aggressively. She was having trouble peeling shrimp, so why not take advantage of free labor?

“You two eat slowly, Linxi, remember to wash the dishes.” Mom stood up.

At this time every day, she does some physical training.

“Brother, how come your cooking is so delicious?” The younger sister changed her previous comment.

She chewed non-stop with her rosy little mouth, and before long, she had almost finished a plate of braised prawns.

I tore off a tissue and wiped my sister’s greasy mouth:

“My mother has a bad stomach, and she was busy with work and didn’t pay attention to her diet during that time. I was worried about her health, so I studied more by watching videos and reading books, and then I naturally learned how to do it.”

The younger sister was gnawing on a lamb chop, her words mumbled indistinctly: “No wonder Mom favors you so much. You’re good at studying, handsome, and a great cook…”

“Mom isn’t biased at all.” I tapped her head. “So you finally admit your brother is handsome?”

“Who told us to be twins? If you’re not handsome, does that mean I’m ugly too?” The younger sister licked her pink lips with the tip of her tongue, staring at the plate of braised prawns that had already been completely devoured with a lingering look.

“Hurry up and drink your porridge, it’s been sitting for so long and it’s going to get cold,” I urged.

She kept her head down, staring at her phone screen while drinking her seafood porridge.

“What are you talking about? You seem quite engrossed.”

Watching her poke at her phone screen with her greasy fingers, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Chen Xiao and the others asked me to go shopping at Haimao Plaza tomorrow. Are you going?” The younger sister asked without looking up.

The names she mentioned were all my sister’s and my junior high school classmates.

Just then, my phone screen lit up slightly. After glancing at the message, I couldn’t help but smirk: “I’m not going. What would I do with a bunch of girls like you?”

“Let’s go together, we’re all classmates anyway,” my sister invited repeatedly.

“Stop trying to play your little tricks. Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? I’ll transfer the money to you in a bit.” I exposed her little scheme.

Because of her grades, her mother has always strictly controlled her younger sister’s allowance.

*Smack!*

My sister couldn’t contain her excitement and gave me a big kiss on the cheek: “I knew my brother was the best in the world!”

“Then I’ll trouble you to wash the dishes too, brother!”

After saying that, my sister dashed into her bedroom in a flash, her movements so fast they were almost exaggerated.

I touched the wet hickeys on my face, and didn’t react for a long time.

In my memory, my younger sister loved to kiss me and was very clingy when she was little.

But after puberty, whether it was due to teenage shyness or obstacles in the sibling relationship, my sister hadn’t kissed me like this for a long time.

I felt so happy to receive a kiss from my sister; it made the meal worthwhile.

Ultimately, I quite like the feeling of my younger sister relying on me.

After cleaning, I went to the bedroom and took a hot shower.

My sister and I share a bedroom, a balcony, and a bathroom.

The washing machine on the balcony was spinning non-stop, and in the laundry basket were my younger sister’s white underwear that she had just changed out of.

“What a lazybones, he doesn’t even bother to rub his own underwear.”

I grumbled slightly and threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

“Knock knock knock…”

“Brother, why are you locking the door?”

My sister’s voice came from outside the door.

“I’m taking a shower.” I dried my wet hair and then wrapped a towel around my waist.

I opened the door and asked, “What?”

The younger sister was still wearing a tank top and short hot pants, showing off her slender waist and long legs, looking very cool.

When my sister saw me wrapped in a bath towel, her pretty face suddenly turned red. She walked into my room and casually patted my abs: “You still have six-pack abs? Not bad, not bad.”

“So you think my abs are all for nothing?” I casually closed the bedroom door. “Nobody comes here unless they need something. Just get to the point.”

My sister didn’t respond; instead, she looked around my room, examining everything.

“Are you crazy? What are you looking at? You’ve been to my room countless times!” I couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the matter?”

My bedroom door is practically useless to her.

Even if I lock the door, she can still walk into my bedroom from the connecting balcony at any time.

Upon hearing this, the younger sister became unusually quiet. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking hesitant and awkward, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.

“What’s wrong? Just say it.” I patted her head and sat down beside her. “I’m your brother. What can’t you tell me? Is someone bullying you at your new school?”

The younger sister shook her head: “I’m more likely to bully others.”

“I believe that.”

She hesitated for a long time before asking in a very soft voice, “Brother, are my feet really that smelly?”

I was slightly taken aback and didn’t react for a moment. After three or four seconds, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Why are you still thinking about this? I was just saying it casually.”

“Really?” the younger sister asked, half believing it.

“Why don’t you just smell it yourself and see?” I got up from next to her, ready to dry my wet hair.

My sister suddenly grabbed my wrist, her voice full of grievance: “I can’t smell it.”

There was even a hint of a sob in her voice.

“Why are you crying again? I was just joking.” I quickly comforted you, “When did you become so prone to tears?”

The younger sister’s shoulders trembled: “I… I’m just afraid you’ll dislike me.”

“From childhood to adulthood, when have I ever disliked you?” I kissed her forehead. My sister’s unique girlish fragrance was very pleasant, quite different from my mother’s rich, mature scent, but equally intoxicating.

The younger sister pouted and remained silent, clearly still doubting herself.

I glanced at my sister’s delicate feet curled up beneath me. They were slender and small, with fair and tender skin, truly the most perfect work of art in the world.

At just one glance, I had an evil thought.

If my sister used her delicate feet to rub my penis back and forth, wouldn’t I feel incredibly good?

I even started imagining my mother and sister stretching out their long legs, using their beautiful feet to stomp on my penis, constantly comforting and giving me footjobs.

As I pondered, I couldn’t help but hold my sister’s slender feet in my palms, examining them closely for a long time. I found her feet increasingly alluring, until finally, I placed a gentle kiss on her fair instep.

My younger sister stared at me with wide, bewildered eyes. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with a strange mix of nervousness, surprise, and a hint of shyness.

However, she did not struggle and let me gently hold her beautiful feet.

“Brother, what are you doing?” The younger sister finally couldn’t help but ask in a trembling voice.

Looking at my pretty little sister’s shy expression, I felt a boldness I had never felt before.

“Weren’t you worried that I’d dislike you?” I gently kissed my sister’s smooth, delicate feet. “I’m just telling you that I don’t dislike you.”

“Oh…but…but it’s so strange.” The younger sister’s breathing was slightly rapid, and she was panting heavily.

She lay limply on the bed, her long, beautiful legs barely sticking out in front of me, her delicate feet trembling slightly as her legs dangled in the air.

An ambiguous atmosphere hung around us, yet neither of us took the initiative to break it.

“Is it… all done?” The younger sister shyly turned her pretty face to the side, curling her fingers and biting her knuckles as she asked in a low voice.

“If you say so, then so be it.”

I probed my sister’s reaction to see if continuing the project was feasible.

Staring at the incredibly beautiful girl beneath me, my breathing became heavier and heavier, my blood felt like it was boiling, and the hot breath I exhaled from my mouth and nose sprayed onto the girl’s feet. With each breath, her little feet twitched slightly.

“I…I don’t know.” The younger sister’s voice was so soft it was almost imperceptible.

The answer was ambiguous, but the younger sister didn’t seem to reject or dislike it.

I glanced down and saw that my penis was erect and rock hard. The glans had somehow broken free of the towel and was exposed to the air, a deep red color, a sign that the glans was extremely engorged with blood.

If there is no rejection, then it means you want it.

Without further hesitation, I lowered my head slightly and gently put the tip of my sister’s jade foot into my mouth.

“Um!”

The younger sister let out a soft moan, her body trembled violently, and the fingers that were in her mouth suddenly gripped the sheets tightly, as if she was enduring something.

My sister’s feet had no smell, but carried a faint scent of shower gel.

I gently moved my tongue, the tip of which licked her tight gaps between her toes one by one, and then sucked on each of her five fair and delicate toes, as if I were sucking on lollipops.

My sister was panting softly, her voice sweet and seductive, her tall, slender body twitching with each of my licks, so sensitive.

I followed suit and put my sister’s other jade foot into my mouth as well, sucking and licking her five toes until they were covered with my saliva. The glistening surface of her foot shone brightly under the light, reflecting a lewd glow.

“Hmm? Why isn’t this little girl moving at all?”

I glanced at my sister and found her staring blankly at my waist, her expression dazed, forgetting even to moan.

I glanced down and saw my thick, engorged penis standing erect, its enormous glans menacingly protruding from the towel and pointing at my sister’s pretty face.

The brother and sister’s eyes met, and the sister’s pretty face turned bright red, her delicate pink earlobes and fair neck turning completely red. She buried her face in the quilt as if trying to escape, not daring to look me in the eye.

I stuck out my tongue and smeared my sister’s feet with saliva, then gently licked her sensitive and delicate soles.

“Hmm!”

The younger sister’s body immediately convulsed violently, a reaction more intense than ever before.

She convulsed repeatedly, her hands gripping the sheets suddenly straightening and then tightening, her delicate feet tensing, fair and lovely.

I reached out and hovered my hand above my sister’s private parts, feeling a faint dampness and heat.

I licked the tip of my tongue, feeling extremely excited.

My sister, my twin sister, was brought to her first orgasm by me.

Now that things have come to this, I have no intention of ending it here. After all, the seeds of incest have long been planted in my heart, and this is not the first time I have committed incest.

I gently lowered my head and smeared my sister’s soles with saliva, and strands of saliva dripped down her heels.

His warm, wet tongue slid over his sister’s calves and thighs, licking the delicate skin of her beautiful legs, and then moved upwards.

Finally, they went straight to the sister’s most private area.

I took a gentle sniff; my sister’s private parts were filled with a lewd fragrance, sweet and alluring, which amplified my most primal desires and devoured the last shred of reason within me.

He slipped his fingers inside his sister’s hot pants and gently rubbed them, leaving his fingertips damp.

It seems my sister sprayed quite a lot the first time; her hot pants must be soaked through.

I bent down, buried my face between my sister’s legs, my nose touching her vulva, and took a deep, intoxicating breath of the rich, erotic fragrance that made me want to succumb.

Just as I couldn’t resist sticking out my tongue to lick my sister’s private parts through her pants, I suddenly heard my sister’s voice, tinged with sobs: “Brother…”