“My brother and I haven’t seen each other for a month. Can’t we be a little closer?” my sister retorted, sticking her neck out in my arms.

“Okay, come down now, don’t make Mom angry.” I reached out and smoothed my sister’s high ponytail; it was silky and soft.

“Get down right now when I tell you to.” There was no room for negotiation in her words.

The younger sister pouted, her lips pink and alluring, and muttered softly, “You’re violating my freedom and human rights.”

The mother, who obtained her law master’s degree more than a decade ago, burst out laughing at her younger sister’s words: “What do you know about human rights and freedom? Huh?”

“Anyway, you are violating my freedom and human rights right now.”

My sister got off me and stretched out on the back seat. Her back was against her backpack, and her long, beautiful legs were a little cramped, so she had to stretch them out into my lap.

“Little brother, give me a foot massage.” My sister kicked off her shoes and placed her small feet, covered in thin white socks, into my arms.

“You want to get a beating again, don’t you?” I gently tickled the sole of her foot, making her giggle and struggle.

It seems my younger sister has reverted to her willful and mischievous nature.

The mother, sitting in the front seat, sighed and said helplessly, “Lin Xi, can’t you be a little more mindful of your image? Also, you and your brother are already sixteen years old and in your final year of high school, understand?”

“Stop, stop, stop!” the younger sister interrupted her mother, “Dear Ms. Chi Qinglan, your son is a senior in high school, but your daughter is only a freshman, okay?”

As she spoke, she kicked me a few times with her little feet in dissatisfaction, signaling me to quickly massage her feet.

“If you were as good as your brother, I would have so much less to worry about,” Mom sighed softly.

“I can’t compare to your son. He’s a genius. He skipped grades and went straight to senior year. It’s a pity your daughter is just mediocre.” The younger sister stretched comfortably and replied casually.

“Since we’re talking about studying, have your grades improved?” Mom turned her pretty face to ask, then sighed softly when she saw her younger sister sprawled out in the back seat, completely lacking any ladylike demeanor.

“It’s alright, Mom. Let me tell you, I was such a bad student before, it was all because of my middle school teachers! Look, it was only after coming to the girls’ high school that I met my mentor, and my teacher finally discovered my hidden talent!” My sister said with a bit of arrogance.

Mom chuckled softly, “Alright, alright, I’ll see after your exams whether you’ve really improved.”

The younger sister gave a guilty smile: “Mom, our family is so rich, why do you care so much about my grades? You can just arrange a job for me later, right?”

The mother’s voice carried a lecturing tone: “Do I make you study just for that piece of paper—a diploma? Even if I arrange a job for you at a company, do you think you’re capable enough to handle it?”

“Just talk, why are you being so mean…” My sister vented her frustration with Mom on me, kicking me hard: “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and give me a massage!”

“There are only two people in the family. I think you’re trying to offend everyone in the family.” I held one of my sister’s beautiful feet in my hand and gently kneaded it through her white sock.

Even through a layer of white socks, I could feel how small and cute my sister’s feet were, and how fair and smooth her skin was.

Holding my little sister’s feet, my heart fluttered, and I felt a surge of heat within me, my penis beginning to rise.

My mother’s beautiful feet appeared before my eyes. While secretly comparing them, I massaged my sister’s feet. The two women’s feet were equally beautiful. As if possessed, I took off my sister’s white socks and held her bare, smooth feet in my hands, stroking them back and forth.

The younger sister sensed something was wrong, her pretty face flushed slightly, but she didn’t struggle.

Mom glanced back almost imperceptibly: “Mind your distance.”

“He’s my brother, what’s the big deal?” the younger sister said dismissively.

“Okay, okay, I’m not pressing anymore.” I pushed my sister’s little feet aside. Firstly, my penis was already swollen and almost uncontrollable in my pants, and secondly, I didn’t want to upset my mother.

“No, hurry up!” My sister stretched out her two long legs and kicked me, her two bare, beautiful feet kicking me as if she were giving me a massage.

“Your feet smell awful.” I feigned disgust, subtly adjusting my posture, worried that my sister would notice my bulging pants.

“You dare say my feet stink?” My sister’s eyes widened in disbelief. The next second, her delicate foot slammed heavily onto my face. “You stinky Lin Yuan, smell my feet properly! I’m a beautiful young woman, fragrant all over, how dare you say my feet stink?”

“Lin Xi!” her mother called out coldly, her phoenix eyes sweeping over her younger sister in the rearview mirror.

Knowing that her mother would get angry if she continued to be willful, my younger sister dared not misbehave anymore. She sat obediently, but her expression looked very aggrieved. Her pair of clear, bright eyes kept glancing at me, making her look pitiful.

“We won’t be eating at home today. What do you two want to eat?” Mom asked us, calming herself down.

“Listen to your sister, she hasn’t been home for a month.” I reached out and gently stroked my sister’s soft, long hair, handing the choice over to her, my mind still replaying the feeling of her delicate feet stepping on my face.

Why do I feel like I’m actually enjoying it?

The younger sister, however, was unmoved. She scoffed, “I don’t want to eat out.”

Mom glanced at the rearview mirror: “So, what do you want to eat?”

“casual!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Mom didn’t want to argue with her younger sister. “Then I’ll just buy whatever groceries I want.”

“It doesn’t matter.” My sister told me she was holding a grudge because of her smelly feet: “I haven’t eaten my brother’s cooking for over a month. As long as it’s his cooking, it’s fine.”

“Oh, I see you’re pretending you want my cooking, but you really want to cause me trouble.” I gave her soft waist a barely perceptible pinch.

The younger sister mumbled, “Think what you want.”

My home is located in an upscale residential area, not a detached villa or mansion.

The supermarket in the community is open 24 hours a day, so even though it’s already evening, you can still buy the freshest vegetables, seafood and meat.

I went to the supermarket with my mom and sister for a while, bought some vegetables that my sister likes, and then went home.

The house is a large single-level apartment, with one unit per floor, covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters. In Wanghai City, where land is extremely valuable, the value of this property is astronomical.

I opened the door, changed into slippers, lay down on the sofa, and stretched lazily.

Before I could even rest for two minutes, my younger sister came looking for trouble. She had already changed out of her oversized school uniform and was now wearing a cool tank top and hot pants, showing off her long, beautiful legs that rivaled her mother’s.

“Hey, I’m hungry.” My sister sat down next to me and started nudging me with her shoulder.

“Sigh, I’m so lucky to have a sister like you.” I sighed and had no choice but to get up.

“You’re taking your blessings for granted.” The younger sister stared at her phone without looking up, her pink tongue licking the ice cream, looking incredibly tempting.

Looking at my sister’s small mouth, the ice cream that she was licking back and forth with her tongue suddenly turned into my thick, long penis.

What would it feel like if my little sister had my penis in her mouth?

“Hey, why are you laughing so disgustingly?” My sister’s beautiful eyes were staring at me without blinking, her face full of “disgust”.

I quickly turned and walked towards the kitchen to block her view: “How dare you talk to your brother like that! I’m your brother!”

“I remember your period is coming soon, so eat less ice cream.”

“Okay… my dear brother.” The younger sister trailed off, as if she were pleading, and buried her eyes in the phone screen again as she spoke.

I took the ingredients I bought into the kitchen, planning to make pork rib soup and seafood porridge, and then make a simple vegetable dish.

Wash and season the ribs, coat them with rice flour, and steam them. Then prepare the prawns, fry the prawn oil, and dice the meat…

At this moment, Mom walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a silk satin slip dress, the hem of which reached just to the middle of her thighs, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders and snow-white, smooth legs.

Without the constraints of a suit, you can really see just how amazing Mom’s figure is.

“Do you need any help?” My mother approached me, and a delicate fragrance wafted towards me.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Mother, to take out the shiitake mushrooms and soak them for me.” I looked away from my mother and focused on the shrimp in my hand: “I forgot to buy fresh shiitake mushrooms earlier.”

“Is it in this cabinet?” A sound of rummaging came from beside me.

Upon hearing this, I turned around, and when I saw the beautiful scenery before me, I instinctively froze on the spot.

Mom was bending over, rummaging through the closet for something. Her plump, beautiful buttocks were sticking up high, and her large, white buttocks stretched her pajamas into a rounded curve, like a plump, juicy peach waiting to be picked.

However, what really got my blood pumping was that my mother’s flower valley, tightly wrapped in black lace panties, was completely exposed from my perspective because the hem of her nightgown was too short.