Chapter 10: My Little Sister Falls into the Tiger's Den
Chapter 10: My Little Sister Falls into the Tiger's Den
I stared at the mysterious region beneath Mom's lace panties, flames churning in my eyes.
What would Mom’s beautiful pussy look like?
My breathing grew more and more ragged, my mouth parched.
I surreptitiously licked the corners of my lips, wishing I could kneel behind her right now, bury my face between the two halves of her beautiful ass, and carefully lick her mons pubis to taste what her nectar was like.
The Oedipus complex buried deep in my heart erupted like a volcano, impossible to suppress.
Subconsciously, I shifted my feet, walking toward Mom as if I had lost control of my body.
"Found it." Mom suddenly straightened up. "This bag of dried mushrooms was really tucked away."
I snapped out of my daze like a man waking from a dream, a layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out across my back.
Before Mom could turn around, I hurried back to the cutting board, pressing my lower body tightly against the cabinet. My voice carried a trace of a tremor that was almost imperceptible. "It’s been a while since I bought them; I can’t remember exactly when I put them in there."
"After soaking the mushrooms, what else needs to be done?" Mom came to my side, watching me prepare the other ingredients.
"Hmm? Why is your face so red?" Mom asked curiously, pressing her palm against my cheek. Her voice was laced with concern. "You aren't getting sick, are you?"
"I'm fine, Mom. It’s probably just the heat." I was incredibly nervous, terrified she would discover my erect cock. "The kitchen is so hot, and you’ve been working all day. Go rest in the living room."
"Put on an apron if you're cooking." Mom wrapped her arms around my waist, intending to tie the apron for me.
"No need," I said, swallowing hard.
"You'll get your clothes dirty. Hurry up." Seeing me pressed so tightly against the cabinet, Mom reached out and gave my waist a playful pinch, signaling me to behave.
How could I dare move? I could only say, "Mom, I'll tie it myself in a bit. You go out and rest first."
Mom found it a bit strange, but she didn't overthink it. After giving me a few instructions, she left the kitchen.
After she left, I remained distracted, my mind constantly replaying the beautiful sight of her private area.
After nearly an hour of busywork in the kitchen, the meal was finally ready.
Steamed pork ribs, fresh shrimp porridge, sautéed celery, braised prawns, and an extra plate of braised chicken wings that both Mom and my sister loved.
"Dinner's ready!" I shouted as I brought the dishes to the table one by one.
The house was so large it felt a bit empty, and my voice echoed through the rooms.
Mom walked out of her bedroom, gently rolling her neck. "Thank you for the hard work, my precious son."
"Mom, what's wrong with your neck?" I asked with concern.
"It's nothing," she replied. "Just a bit sore after working all day."
"I'll give you a massage in a little while then." I handed the chopsticks to her.
"No need. You've been at school all day and must be tired. Get some good rest tonight," Mom refused.
"It's just a massage, what's the big deal? You should rest well at home tomorrow; your son will take care of you!" I puffed out my chest, taking the initiative to claim the task of looking after her.
Mom shook her head with a light laugh. "I still have to work tomorrow."
"No matter how much work there is, you have to watch your health." I moved behind her and began kneading her shoulders and neck.
Mom took a shallow sip of the shrimp porridge. "I’ve been very careful. Haven't you noticed I haven't worked after coming home lately? I’ve even been turning down business trips whenever possible."
"You shouldn't be working after hours anyway. Even if you're a shareholder and the boss, you should ensure you have your weekends."
"At the end of the day, it's our own company. With so many companies and departments under the Group, how can I not work hard?"
"Don't you have Uncle?" My gaze drifted downward, and I suddenly caught sight of the deep cleavage and a patch of creamy, delicate skin revealed by Mom's camisole nightgown.
My throat bobbed. Was God giving me a bonus today?
First, changing Mom's high heels, then glimpsing her panties, and now seeing her cleavage.
One wave of erotic fortune after another was making it hard for me to keep my composure.
My eyes involuntarily dropped to the valley between her breasts. Mom's tits were so large and firm; I wouldn't be able to cup one with just one hand.
In our daily life, I had noticed more than once that even when she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts stood high and proud without the slightest hint of sagging.
I marveled inwardly. Mom’s face and figure were truly blessed by the heavens.
"Sigh." Mom let out a soft sigh. "Your uncle and I have different philosophies, and I don't trust the subordinates to handle things. How can I not work hard?"
At this point, Mom suddenly added, "With such a large operation at the Group... I can't count on Lin Xi. I only hope she can live a happy, carefree life. In the future, the only one I can rely on is you."
"With such a large group and so many employees, it's impossible for you to oversee everything personally." My palms slid down slightly, changing the area I was massaging. "You have to learn to delegate and cultivate talent."
Mom was silent for a long time, her beautiful eyes flickering. After a while, she finally said, "I'll give it serious thought."
"Mom, you have a great figure," I blurted out, my brain momentarily short-circuiting.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it, feeling that the comment was a bit over the line.
I cautiously observed Mom's expression. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind; she even looked a bit happy as she asked back, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. You're the woman with the best figure I've ever seen," I said, speaking from the heart.
"Even better than your Teacher Chu?" Mom asked half-jokingly, her expression a bit playful.
My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Teacher Chu has a good figure too, but it's not as good as yours."
"Mom is getting older," she sighed softly, putting down her chopsticks.
"Mom, you aren't old at all," I laughed. "Your skin is so white and tender, so supple. Even eighteen-year-old girls can't compare to you. I really don't know how you maintain it."
I was telling the truth. Even though Mom was in her thirties, her skin was still smooth and hydrated. Describing her as "naturally beautiful" felt insufficient; "eternally youthful" was more appropriate.
Mom was very happy to hear my praise, her face lighting up with a rare smile. "You have such a sweet tongue, always knowing how to make Mom happy."
She patted the back of my hand. "Go call your sister for dinner. She hasn't come out for so long; I don't know what she's tinkering with in her bedroom again."
"Okay," I responded. I went to my sister's door and pushed it open directly.
To my surprise, my sister was sitting on the edge of the bed, one long, beautiful leg bent as she held her small foot in her arms, leaning down to sniff it.
"Ah!" My sister cried out in shock when she saw me, her face instantly turning bright red. "Stupid Lin Yuan, why didn't you knock before coming in?!"
"Caught you, didn't I?"
I couldn't help but laugh. My sister had actually taken my casual joke about her feet smelling to heart. I teased her, "Do you ever knock when you come into my room?"
"Ugh, I can't live like this, this is so embarrassing!" My sister buried her face in the blankets, tossing and turning on the bed like a fish. "Stupid Lin Yuan, it's all your fault! I hate you!"
"Alright, come eat." I gave her a light flick on the head.
My sister grabbed my arm, her eyes fierce. "Don't you dare tell anyone!"
"Fine, fine, I promise." I ruffled her hair. "Hurry up and eat. Mom is waiting for you."
Only then did my sister obediently follow me to the dining table.
"What took you so long?" Mom asked. She was sipping her seafood porridge in small mouthfuls, her posture elegant and sexy.
I was about to speak, but my sister unexpectedly covered my mouth. She was "exasperated." "Don't you dare say it!"
Looking at my sister's flushed face, Mom shook her head and smiled. "What secrets could you two siblings possibly have that you're keeping from me?"
"Anyway, he's just not allowed to say it." My sister glared at me huffily.
"Fine, I won't say it. Just eat."
"It's not that good," my sister critiqued. "Brother, your skills have regressed quite a bit."
Despite her words, she was eating with great gusto.
"If it's not good, why are you eating so enthusiastically?" I peeled a large prawn for Mom and held it to her lips.
Mom opened her sexy red lips to take it, chewing gently before swallowing.
"I want one too!" my sister demanded aggressively. She found peeling prawns troublesome, so why not use the free labor?
"You two take your time. Lin Xi, remember to do the dishes." Mom rose gracefully.
At this time every day, she would do some posture and figure training.
"Brother, why is your cooking so good?" My sister completely reversed her previous evaluation.
Her rosy little mouth never stopped chewing. Before long, she had almost finished the entire plate of braised prawns by herself.
I pulled a tissue and wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth.
"Mom has a weak stomach, and for a while, she was so busy with work she didn't pay attention to her diet. I was worried about her health, so I studied videos and books. After a bit of research, I naturally learned."
My sister was gnawing on a lamb chop, her words muffled. "No wonder Mom is so biased toward you. Good grades, handsome, and you can cook..."
"Mom isn't biased at all." I tapped her head. "So you finally admit your brother is a handsome guy?"
"Well, we're fraternal twins. If you weren't handsome, wouldn't that mean I'm ugly too?" My sister licked her pink lips with the tip of her tongue, her gaze lingering longingly on the now-empty plate of prawns.
"Finish your porridge. It’s been sitting so long it’s going to get cold," I urged.
She lowered her head, staring at her phone screen while sipping the porridge.
"What are you chatting about? You're so into it."
Seeing her greasy fingers tapping the screen, I couldn't help but ask.
"Chen Xiao and the others invited me to go shopping at Haimao Plaza tomorrow. Are you coming?" My sister didn't even look up.
The names she mentioned were all former junior high classmates of ours.
Just then, my phone screen lit up as well. I glanced at the message and couldn't help but smirk. "I won't go. Why would I follow a group of little girls around?"
"Come on, we're all classmates anyway," my sister invited again.
"Stop your little schemes. You think I don't know what you're thinking? I'll transfer you some money in a bit." I saw right through her.
Because of her grades, Mom kept a very tight leash on my sister's allowance.
Smack!
My sister couldn't contain her excitement and gave me a heavy kiss on the cheek. "I knew my brother was the best in the world!"
"Then I'll have to trouble my wonderful brother to do the dishes too!"
With that, she vanished into her bedroom, her movements exaggeratedly fast.
I touched the wet kiss mark on my face, not reacting for a long time.
In my memory, when my sister was little, she loved kissing me and was incredibly clingy.
But after puberty, whether due to a young girl's shyness or the barriers of a sibling relationship, she hadn't kissed me like that in a long time.
I felt wonderful inside. Getting a kiss from my sister made cooking the meal worth it.
Ultimately, I really liked the feeling of her depending on me.
After cleaning up, I went to my bedroom and took a hot shower.
My sister's bedroom and mine were adjacent, sharing a balcony and a bathroom.
The washing machine on the balcony was spinning, and the laundry basket contained the white bra and panties my sister had just changed out of.
"Such a lazy bones, she doesn't even know how to hand-wash her own underwear."
I grumbled slightly as I threw my own dirty clothes into the basket.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Brother, why did you lock the door?"
My sister's voice came from outside.
"I'm showering." I wiped my wet hair and wrapped a bath towel around my waist.
I pulled the door open and asked, "What is it?"
My sister was still wearing her camisole and short hot pants, revealing her slender waist and long legs. She looked very refreshed.
Seeing me wrapped in a towel, her pretty face suddenly flushed. She walked into my room and casually patted my abs. "You actually have a six-pack. Not bad, not bad."
"Did you think I worked out for nothing?" I closed the bedroom door behind her. "You never come here without a reason. Just say it."
My sister didn't respond. Instead, she started looking around my room, inspecting everything.
"Are you crazy? What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't been in here a thousand times!" I couldn't help but ask. "What do you actually want?"
The door to my bedroom was practically non-existent to her. Even if I locked it, she would just walk in from the shared balcony whenever she felt like it.
Hearing this, my sister finally quieted down. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking hesitant and acting fidgety, a far cry from her usual self.
"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?"
My sister shook her head. "It's more likely that I'd be the one bullying others."
"I believe that."
She hesitated for a long time before finally asking in a very small, halting voice, "Brother... do my feet really smell?"
I was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately. After three or four seconds, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You're still thinking about that? I was just saying whatever came to mind."
"Really?" she asked, half-doubting.
"Can't you just smell them yourself and find out?" I stood up to go dry my hair.
But my sister suddenly grabbed my wrist, her voice sounding very aggrieved. "I can't tell."
There was even a hint of a sob in her voice.
"Why are you crying again? I was just joking." I quickly comforted her. "Since when did you become such a crybaby?"
My sister's shoulders shook. "I... I was just afraid you'd find me disgusting."
"Since we were kids, when have I ever found you disgusting?" I kissed her forehead. The unique fragrance of a young girl on her was very pleasant, completely different from the rich, mature scent of Mom, but equally intoxicating.
My sister pouted and remained silent, clearly still doubting herself.
I glanced at her jade feet tucked beneath her. They were slender and small, the skin white and delicate—truly the most perfect works of art in the world.
With just one look, wicked thoughts began to surface.
If my sister used those exquisite jade feet to grip my cock and rub it back and forth, wouldn't I be in heaven?
I even began to imagine Mom and my sister both extending their long legs, using their beautiful feet to step on my cock, constantly stroking and giving me a footjob.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but take my sister's slender feet into my palms. I studied them for a long time, finding them more and more alluring, until finally, I pressed a soft kiss onto her white instep.
My sister's eyes widened. She looked at me in a daze, her peach blossom eyes filled with a strange mix of emotions—nervousness, surprise, and a hint of shyness.
However, she didn't pull away, allowing me to gently hold her beautiful feet.
"Brother, what are you doing?" she finally asked, her voice trembling.
Looking at my sister's shy, pretty face, I felt bolder than ever before.
"Weren't you worried I'd find you disgusting?" I kissed her smooth, delicate instep repeatedly. "I'm just telling you that I don't."
"Ah... but... but this is so weird." My sister's breathing grew ragged, her gasps soft.
Her upper body slumped back onto the bed, her long legs held up awkwardly in front of me. Her delicate jade feet trembled involuntarily because her legs were suspended in the air.
An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between us, yet neither of us moved to break it.
"Is... is that enough?" My sister shyly turned her face away. She curled her fingers, biting her knuckles as she asked in a low voice.
"It's enough whenever you say it is."
I spoke to test her reaction, gauging the feasibility of continuing.
Staring at my beautiful sister beneath me, my breathing became heavier. My blood felt like it was boiling, and the hot air I exhaled blew against her feet. With every breath, her small feet twitched slightly.
"I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
It was an ambiguous answer, but she didn't show any sign of rejection or disgust.
I looked down. My cock was standing tall and hard, the glans somehow breaking free from the towel's restraint. It was exposed to the air, a deep red color—a sign that it was engorged to the limit.
No rejection meant she wanted it.
I no longer hesitated. I lowered my head and gently took the front of one of her jade feet into my mouth.
"Mmm!"
My sister instantly let out a low moan. Her body jerked violently, and the fingers she had been biting suddenly gripped the bedsheets tightly, as if she were enduring something intense.
Her feet didn't have much of a scent, just a faint hint of body wash.
I moved my tongue gently, licking through her narrow toe gaps one by one, then sucking on each of her five white, petite toes as if they were lollipops.
My sister panted incessantly, her voice sweet and heart-stirring. Her tall, slender body twitched with every lick; she was incredibly sensitive.
Following the same pattern, I took her other foot into my mouth, sucking and licking her five toes until they were covered in my saliva. The crystalline surface of her feet glistened under the lights, reflecting a lewd glow.
"Hmm? Why is this girl so still?"
I glanced at her and saw her staring straight at my waist, her expression dazed, having even forgotten to moan.
I looked down. My thick, raging cock stood tall, the massive glans looking menacing as it poked out from the towel, pointing right at her face.
Our gazes met. My sister's face turned as red as it could possibly be; even her translucent pink earlobes and white neck were flushed. She buried her face in the blanket as if trying to escape, not daring to meet my eyes.
I used my tongue to coat her foot in saliva, and finally, I gave her sensitive, delicate sole a soft lick.
"Ah!"
My sister's body jerked violently, her reaction more intense than ever before.
She twitched again and again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets, suddenly straightened and then clenched tight again. Her jade feet were tensed, looking white and adorable.
I hovered my hand over her private area and felt a faint, lingering dampness and heat.
I licked my lips, excited to the extreme.
My sister, my fraternal twin sister, had just been sent to her first orgasm by me.
Since things had come to this, I didn't plan on stopping. After all, the seeds of incest had been planted in my heart long ago, and this was far from the first time I had committed such acts.
I lowered my head again, coating her sole with saliva until strands of it dripped from her heel.
My hot, wet tongue slid over her calves and thighs, licking the delicate skin of her beautiful legs as I worked my way up.
Finally, I reached her most private area.
I took a light sniff. Her crotch was filled with a lewd fragrance, sweet and fragrant, causing the most primitive desires in my heart to magnify infinitely until the last shred of my reason was swallowed whole.
I slid my fingers into her hot pants and gave a gentle rub; my fingertips were instantly stained with moisture.
It seemed she had produced quite a lot for her first time; the area beneath her pants was likely soaked through.
I leaned down and buried my face in her crotch, my nose pressing against her flowery valley. I took a deep, intoxicated breath of that thick, aphrodisiac scent, letting it pull me under.
Just as I couldn't help but want to stick out my tongue and lick her through her clothes, a voice with a hint of a sob reached my ears: "Brother..."