In the living room, with a heart still heavy with unsettled emotions, I prepared lunch for my mother.

The insulated box features a picture of a mother and her young child enjoying the sunrise together.

This insulated box was one that I carefully selected and bought.

My little sister nestled her head against my chest, constantly pestering me: “Tell me, tell me…”

Why do you sound like an old monk chanting scriptures?

I carefully portioned out the chicken soup, shrimp, and other dishes, along with the mung bean porridge, and placed them into an insulated container. I gently nudged her and asked, “Want to know?”

“I want to, I want to so much.”

My younger sister has bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes.

“I’ll tell you in a hundred years.”

I smiled gently and placed the insulated box on the dining table so that my mother could easily take it with her when she went out.

“Oh dear, what’s wrong with you?”

My sister cried out in dissatisfaction, and then she suddenly boldly reached down and touched my crotch, squeezing my penis hard.

“Huh? Why is it hard?”

My sister’s pretty face was slightly flushed, as if she had just had a few drinks.

She looked at him strangely: “Brother, you wouldn’t have been planning to do something lewd to me all along, would you?”

What are you doing?

I was startled and, in a panic, glanced at my mother’s bedroom before quickly swatting my little sister’s hand away.

Of course I want to do lewd things, but not with you, but with Mom.

Thinking of this, my eyes flickered slightly. If I put my mother and sister on the bed and fucked them together, their jade legs and beautiful buttocks intertwined, their tender holes blooming like flowers, waiting for you to enter and pluck them.

That beautiful scenery must be absolutely heavenly!

Thinking about this, I shuddered and shook my head repeatedly.

Damn it, just thinking about it makes me feel like my blood vessels are about to burst.

Hmm, let’s add another aunt!

Let the three of them stack up high and get fucked at the same time!

“You big pervert.”

The younger sister gave a slight reproach and quickly fled the scene.

Just then, Mom came out of the bedroom. She had changed into a new outfit, looking like a stylish urban woman: a thin women’s blouse on top and a straight knee-length skirt on the bottom, with her signature CL stilettos still on.

“Are you going to the company?”

“Well, it’s getting late.”

I was slightly taken aback. My mother’s reaction was normal, so why did I feel a slight coldness?

Without thinking much, I handed the insulated food container to my mother: “Your stomach isn’t good, so be careful with your meals and rest.”

“Goodbye, dear Mom!”

At that moment, the younger sister on the sofa waved to her mother.

My mother responded softly, then looked at me and hesitated for a moment: “You still haven’t told me why you were hugging Song Yu?”

The younger sister, who had been secretly watching from the sofa, immediately perked up her ears, and I clearly saw her peach blossom eyes widen instantly.

I gave a wry smile: “Mom, why are you asking this again?”

Her beautiful eyes gleamed: “What? Can’t you tell your mother?”

“I tripped someone this morning, and they twisted their ankle. Am I not responsible for taking them home?”

At this point, I turned around and said, “Maybe I still have dirt on me.”

My mother looked at the dust on my back and gently patted it twice with her palm: “You must be careful when you run.”

She picked up the insulated food container, hesitated for a moment, and then told me, “You shouldn’t run with Song Yuchen anymore, it’s not safe.”

“Um?”

I was slightly taken aback, and blurted out, “What’s unsafe about it? I’ve already made plans to run with her every day. If I suddenly stop running, Song Yu will think I’m deliberately trying to distance myself from her because she sprained her ankle.”

As I finished speaking, my mother’s expression gradually turned cold. She stared into my eyes without saying a word, making my back feel cold.

I know my mother’s personality all too well. Although she seems gentle and approachable, and doesn’t compete or fight for anything, there is a chilling coldness hidden beneath her calm demeanor.

“You’re becoming more and more disobedient. Now you have to argue with everything I say!”

The mother slammed down the insulated food container in her hand: “You’re a senior in high school now, you should be focusing on your studies, not going running with women!”

“You’re all grown up now, so I won’t interfere anymore. Whether you want to have a relationship early or do something else, it’s up to you.”

My mother uttered a word that sounded like a “breakup,” then picked up her handbag, didn’t look at me again, and turned to leave.

I stood silently in place, not feeling disappointed by my mother’s words, but rather my heart was gently swaying.

Because the mother’s words and reaction just now didn’t seem like a mother’s concern for her son at all, but more like… she was jealous?

Is Mom jealous of Song Yu?

I dared not think about it, and I found it even more unbelievable.

But considering my mother’s reactions these past few days, I feel more and more that her discipline of me goes far beyond what a mother would do to her son.

The argument that the mother’s discipline was based solely on “studying” is untenable.

My grades are already close to qualifying for Tsinghua or Peking University, and getting into my ideal university of political science and law is more than enough…

“Hey, you pervert.”

My sister’s words pulled me from my reverie. Her pretty face was full of resentment: “This Song Yu you’re talking about? What’s your relationship with him?”

What are you thinking?

I patted my little sister’s head: “We’re just running together. Besides, she’s nine years older than me, how could I possibly be interested in her?”

The younger sister looked incredulous: “Age is not a barrier, nor is it a distance. There are plenty of elderly women in their sixties and seventies who keep young lovers.”

Why are you so jealous?

With Mom not around, my sister and I felt less restrained. I put my arm around her slender waist and said, “How about you take care of me now?”

The younger sister snorted, looking quite displeased: “You just did that kind of thing to someone yesterday, and today you’re going to seduce other women?”

“So what do you want?”

I pushed my sister down onto the sofa and gently kissed her lips: “How about I take you now to show you how true I am to you?”

“You big pervert! All you think about all day long is this kind of thing!”

My sister’s face was flushed, and she was panting heavily as I pressed her down.

Looking at my beautiful and charming younger sister beneath me, the desire I had felt for my mother earlier reignited.

I couldn’t help but lower my head and gently kiss my sister’s moist red lips.

“Hey, what are you doing…”

My sister gently pushed against my chest, offering a token resistance with a shy expression.

However, she only lasted a few seconds before she was aroused by my kiss and began to respond to me. Her soft, fragrant tongue darted around in my mouth, intertwining with mine.

I held my sister and kissed her passionately for a long time, feeding her countless mouthfuls of water until she was breathless, before finally releasing her sweet lips.

Is my sincerity enough?

I looked at my sister beneath me with a mocking expression.

“That’s enough, get up now!”

My sister licked her lips and nudged me shyly.

I sat up slightly, and my sister’s nightgown was messily rolled up to her waist. Her long legs straddled my waist, and her plump, private cleft was covered by her panties, her mons pubis was high and raised, which was extremely tempting.

I stared at the alluring scene beneath me, and couldn’t help but swallow hard. “What are you planning to do now?…”

My sister noticed my gaze and tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to cover her private area between her legs.

“Good sister, let your brother smell it.”

Recalling the rich, erotic scent of my mother’s vulva, I couldn’t help but lower my head slightly, bringing my nose close to my sister’s private parts and taking a deep sniff. My sister’s private parts were clean and odorless, without any special smell, unlike my mother’s, which was so intensely fragrant.

My mother is indeed “extraordinarily gifted,” with a constitution that is different from ordinary people. In ancient times, she would not be an exaggeration to be named the Fragrant Concubine.

“Hey, you’re a pervert…”

My sister gasped softly as she quickly squeezed her legs together, which inadvertently trapped my face between them.

Taking advantage of the situation, I nuzzled my sister’s opening with my mouth and nose, getting all the benefits I wanted.

My sister quickly pushed my face away and sat up from the sofa, her little face as red as an apple: “Brother, how come I never noticed before that you were such a perverted lecher?”

I straightened my sister’s nightgown: “What do you mean by ‘perverted’? This is erotic fun, don’t you understand?”

The younger sister blushed and said shyly, “Pleasure my foot! You perverted brother!”

My heart skipped a beat at that “perverted brother,” and I couldn’t help but hug my sister again: “Say it again.”

“What are you shouting for?” the younger sister asked, puzzled.

“Perverted brother.”

“Don’t yell, you big pervert!”

I gently scratched my sister’s soft flesh, coaxing her patiently: “You can call me ‘perverted brother’ if you want.”

“Get up! You big pervert!”

My younger sister said coquettishly, “I’m going out with my friends later.”

Who are they?

My phone rang at that moment.

The younger sister got up and walked towards the bedroom: “They’re all our junior high school classmates.”

“Okay, be careful and mindful of time while playing.”

I opened my phone, and there was a string of numbers sent by Song Yu.

Looking at that string of numbers, my heart skipped a beat, and I was overwhelmed with joy.

This is the electronic lock code for Song Yu’s house!

Song Yu’s actions speak for themselves!

At this moment, two more messages popped up below the chat window with Song Yu: This is my door lock code, followed by a message with an emoji: “Keep it a secret!”

I suppressed my excitement and quietly went to my sister’s bedroom.

My younger sister was sitting in front of her own dressing table, putting on light makeup.

My excitement instantly subsided. I leaned close behind my sister and tentatively asked in a low voice, “Are you still putting on makeup?”

The younger sister gently drew her eyebrows: “Please, big brother! I’m sixteen years old, isn’t it normal to wear makeup?”

I sat down by my sister’s bed: “You’re pretty even without makeup. Are there other guys around?”

My sister rolled her eyes at me, seeing right through me: “Don’t worry, bro! They’re all my girlfriends, you know them all!”

My sister suddenly took an eyebrow pencil and drew a black mark on my face. She giggled mischievously and said, “You just agreed to date me yesterday, and now you’re going to restrict my freedom?”

“Wasn’t I worried about you?”

Looking at my sister’s rosy profile, I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her.

“Oh dear, I’m putting on makeup!”

The younger sister pouted angrily: “Look at your drool, it’s going to melt all over again.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t bother you anymore.”

I patted my little sister’s head and went into my mother’s bedroom.

Now, I’m going to confirm a hypothesis I had in mind.

I went to the balcony attached to my mother’s bedroom and stared at a lone pair of black lace panties in the laundry basket. My heart was filled with unease for a long time.

I held my mother’s underwear tightly in my hand.

My guess was right. My mother was indeed aroused when I was moving her between my legs.

There was a small damp patch on Mom’s panties, where her vulva was covered.

I couldn’t resist bringing my mother’s underwear to my nose and taking a deep sniff. A strong, erotic scent rushed into my nostrils and then filled my entire brain.

It’s that familiar taste, sweet and fragrant, as intoxicating as fine wine…

I was completely captivated by the smell. My mother is so sensitive. I only nudged her a few times with my head, and so much fluid flowed out of her vagina. If I were to lick and fuck her vagina in the future, wouldn’t her vagina be overflowing like a torrent?

Thinking of this, I trembled and stuck out the tip of my tongue, gently licking the wet spot on my mother’s underwear.

It’s astringent and doesn’t have much flavor.

I was so excited that I couldn’t contain myself, and my whole body was filled with indescribable pleasure.

That lick just now felt like licking my mother’s beautiful vulva…

I’ve realized that my current behavior is really just like what my sister said—it’s so perverted…

After calming myself down and once my erection subsided, I put my mother’s underwear back into the laundry basket and quietly left her room.

I had just stepped into the living room when my younger sister finished getting ready. She was carrying a small crossbody bag, wearing a baseball cap, and looking full of youthful energy as she prepared to leave.

“Remember to transfer the money, bro!”

My sister waved at me.

My mother is very strict about controlling my sister’s allowance, and I am usually responsible for my sister’s expenses.

“You went out wearing this dress?”

Looking at my sister’s pleated skirt, which barely reached mid-thigh, I frowned deeply.

Those two beautiful legs, as white as snow and as smooth as jade pillars, were exposed like that. How could that be allowed?

“Yes!” the younger sister said matter-of-factly. “In this hot weather, do you expect me to wear pants?”

“That’s right, go back and change your pants.”

My tone left no room for argument; I didn’t want anyone else to see these gorgeous legs that belonged only to me.

“don’t want……”

The younger sister pleaded softly.

My tone was firm: “No money transfer unless you exchange it. There’s no room for negotiation.”

My little sister pouted her rosy lips and huffed and puffed. Unusually, she didn’t argue with me and instead obediently went back to her bedroom.

It seems she deeply understands the importance of firmly controlling the economic lifeline in her own hands.

Looking at my sister who had changed her clothes, my face darkened: “Keep changing!”

My sister changed into a pair of denim shorts, her two long legs still exposed, and her pert buttocks made the denim shorts look round and tempting.

You might as well wear a pleated skirt!

The younger sister protested: “You’re restricting my freedom!”

“That’s right, I’m restricting you. You have the guts to overthrow my rule as a tyrant!”

Helpless, the younger sister returned to her bedroom. When she came out, she had changed into a long dress that reached her ankles: “Is this okay now?”

“good.”

I walked up to my sister, opened her small handbag, and took out the pleated skirt she had been wearing at the beginning: “Let’s go!”

My little sister stuck out her tongue shyly, which was incredibly cute.

“Remember to transfer the money to me!”

Before leaving, my younger sister gave me some earnest advice once again.

“knew!”

I agreed and transferred 10,000 yuan to my sister via WeChat.

My sister replied instantly: “So stingy? I’m treating today, give me some more!”

“Dream on!”

I immediately turned off my phone; this was all money from my own secret stash.

Although both my mother’s and father’s families control two major conglomerates, my family strictly controls my and my sister’s allowance.

I’m doing alright; besides scholarships and bonuses, my family gives me tens of thousands of yuan in pocket money every month. My younger sister, on the other hand, is miserable. Because she doesn’t do well in school, she only gets about a thousand yuan in pocket money a month. She’s pitiful beyond words.

Looking at the insulated lunchbox my mother had left on the dining table, I sighed softly. Today, I had the added task of delivering lunch to my mother again.

I glanced at the time and realized that almost half an hour had passed since I left Song Yu’s house. I packed the extra food and barley and mung bean porridge into a takeout container, took a shower and changed my clothes, and then took the takeout container to the floor where Song Yu lived in the elevator.

Looking at the door so close to me, I swallowed hard and then entered the password that Song Yu had just given me.

“drop”

The electronic lock beeped, and Song Yu’s door swung wide open for me.