Chapter 16: The Password to Song Yu’s Home
Chapter 16: The Password to Song Yu’s Home
In the living room, my heart still hadn't quite settled as I prepared lunch for Mom.
The insulated lunchbox featured a design of a mother and her young son watching the sunrise together. I had picked this specific one out with great care.
My little sister’s little head nuzzled against my chest, her constant pestering never-ending. "Tell me, tell me..."
"Why are you acting like a monk chanting sutras?"
I carefully portioned the chicken soup, fresh shrimp, and other dishes along with the barley and mung bean porridge into the insulated lunchbox. I gave her a gentle nudge. "You really want to know?"
"I do! I really, really do." My sister’s peach blossom eyes were sparkling.
"I'll tell you in a hundred years."
I gave a soft laugh and set the insulated lunchbox on the dining table so Mom could grab it on her way out.
"Ugh, why are you like this?"
My sister let out a dissatisfied cry. Suddenly, she boldly reached out and groped my crotch, giving my cock a firm squeeze.
"Hmm? Why is it so hard?" Her pretty face looked slightly flushed, as if she were tipsy from wine. She gave me a strange look. "Brother, you aren't thinking about doing something perverted to me, are you?"
"What are you doing?"
Startled, I shot a panicked glance toward Mom’s bedroom and quickly swatted my sister’s hand away.
Of course I was thinking about doing something perverted, but the target wasn't her—it was Mom.
At that thought, my eyes flickered. If I could just get Mom and my sister on the bed together, their jade-like legs and beautiful asses overlapping, their tender pussies blooming like flowers, waiting for their master to enter and pluck them...
Wouldn't that be a sight straight out of heaven?
I felt a sudden shiver and shook my head repeatedly.
Damn it, just thinking about it is almost too much to handle. My veins feel like they’re going to burst.
Actually, let's add Maternal Aunt to the mix! Let the three of them stack up and get fucked at the same time!
"Big pervert," my sister huffed, quickly scurrying away.
Just then, Mom stepped out of the bedroom. She had changed into a new outfit, looking every bit the stunning urban professional. She wore a light feminine blouse and a knee-length straight skirt, paired with her ever-present CL stilettos.
"Are you heading to the office now?"
"Yes, it's getting late."
I blinked. Mom’s response seemed normal, so why did I detect a hint of coldness?
I didn't dwell on it and handed her the insulated lunchbox. "Your stomach isn't great, so make sure you eat and get some rest."
"Bye-bye, dearest Mommy!" My sister waved from the sofa.
Mom gave a soft acknowledgment, then looked back at me, hesitating. "You still haven't told me why you were holding Song Yu."
On the sofa, my sister, who had been secretly paying attention, immediately perked up. I saw her peach blossom eyes go wide in an instant.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Mom, why are you asking about that again?"
Mom’s beautiful eyes turned pensive. "What? Can't you tell your mother?"
"I tripped her this morning and she sprained her ankle. I had to take responsibility and get her home, didn't I?" I turned around to show her. "I might even still have dirt on me."
Mom looked at the dust on my back and reached out, lightly patting it twice. "You need to be careful when you're running."
She picked up the insulated lunchbox, hesitated for a moment, and then warned me, "Maybe you shouldn't go for morning runs with Song Yu anymore. It's not safe."
"Huh?" I blurted out, stunned. "What's unsafe about it? We already agreed to run together every day. If I suddenly stop, Song Yu will think I'm intentionally trying to distance myself from her just because she sprained her ankle."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom’s expression turned cold. She stared into my eyes without saying a word, her gaze so intense it sent a chill down my spine.
I knew Mom’s personality all too well. Usually, she appeared gentle and approachable, but beneath that calm exterior lay freezing ice.
"You're becoming more and more disobedient. Now you have to argue with everything I say!" Mom set the insulated lunchbox back down heavily. "You're in your senior year; you should be focusing entirely on your studies, not running with women!"
"You're grown now, so I won't bother with you anymore. Whether you want to get into a premature relationship or do anything else, do as you please."
Mom dropped that "severing" remark, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door without another glance at me.
I stood there in silence. I didn't feel dejected by her words; instead, my heart began to flutter.
Because Mom’s reaction just now didn't seem like a mother’s concern for her son. It felt more like... she was jealous?
Could Mom actually be jealous of Song Yu?
I didn't dare pursue the thought, finding it hard to believe. But considering her reactions over the past few days, I felt more and more that Mom’s discipline over me had exceeded the normal boundaries of a mother and son.
Her excuse of "studying" didn't even hold water. My grades were already good enough to get me into the top universities, and getting into my dream law school was more than guaranteed...
"Hey, pervert."
My sister’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her pretty face was full of resentment. "This Song Yu you mentioned... what's your relationship with her?"
"What are you imagining?" I patted her head. "We just run together. Besides, she's nine years older than me. How could I possibly be interested in her?"
My sister looked unconvinced. "Age isn't a barrier, and it's certainly not a distance. There are plenty of sixty or seventy-year-old women who keep young boytoys."
"Why are you being so jealous?" With Mom gone, the restraint between us vanished. I wrapped my arm around my sister’s slender waist. "How about you keep me as your boytoy right now?"
She gave a light huff, looking quite displeased. "You just did that to me yesterday, and today you're already out chasing other women?"
"Then what do you want?" I pinned her down onto the sofa and lightly kissed her lips. "How about I take you right now to prove my devotion?"
"Big pervert! That's all you think about all day!" My sister’s face turned beet red, and she began to pant under my weight.
Looking at my beautiful little sister beneath me, the fire of lust that Mom had ignited earlier began to roar again. I couldn't help but lean down and capture her moist, red lips.
"Ah, what are you doing..." She pushed weakly against my chest in a symbolic resistance, her expression incredibly shy.
However, she didn't last more than a few seconds before the kiss stirred her emotions. She began to respond actively, her fragrant, soft little tongue hooking into mine, intertwining with it.
I held her and kissed her wildly for a long time, sharing plenty of saliva until she was breathless. Only then did I release her sweet lips.
"Is that enough devotion for you?" I teased.
"Enough... get off me~" She licked the corner of her mouth, pushing me away with an embarrassed look.
I shifted slightly. Her nightdress was ruffled up to her waist, and her long legs were draped over my hips. Her plump, private valley was encased in her panties, the mons pubis bulging prominently—an incredibly seductive sight.
I swallowed hard at the view. "What are you trying to do now?..."
Sensing my gaze, she tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to cover her private area.
"Good sister, let your brother have a smell."
With the memory of Mom’s pussy and its rich aphrodisiac scent in my mind, I leaned down and pressed my nose against my sister’s crotch, taking a deep breath. Her private area was clean and scentless, lacking that intoxicating, heavy aphrodisiac scent that Mom possessed.
Mom really was "gifted." Her constitution was different from ordinary people; in ancient times, she could have easily been a "Fragrant Concubine."
"Ah, you're a freak..." My sister let out a soft cry and quickly clamped her legs shut, which happened to trap my face between them.
I took the opportunity to nuzzle my nose and mouth against the opening of her pussy through the fabric, taking full advantage of the situation.
She hurriedly pushed my face away and sat up on the sofa, her face as red as an apple. "Brother, how come I never noticed you were such a perverted freak before?"
I straightened her nightdress for her. "What do you mean 'freak'? This is called 'playfulness,' don't you know?"
She looked bashful. "Playfulness my foot! You're a big pervert brother."
My heart fluttered at the words "pervert brother." I couldn't help but hug her again. "Say it again."
"Say what?" she asked, confused.
"Pervert brother."
"No! Big pervert!"
I lightly tickled her soft skin, coaxing her. "You can say 'pervert brother' too."
"Get up! You big pervert!" she teased. "I have to go out with friends in a bit."
"Who are you going with?" My phone buzzed.
She stood up and headed toward her bedroom. "Just our middle school classmates."
"Alright, be careful and watch the time."
I opened my phone. It was a string of numbers from Song Yu.
Looking at those digits, my heart leaped, and I was flooded with wild joy. It was the password to Song Yu’s electronic lock!
Song Yu’s intention was crystal clear!
Two more messages popped up below the code: This is my door code. Followed by a meme that said: Keep it a secret!
Suppressing my excitement, I quietly went to my sister’s bedroom. She was sitting at her vanity, applying light makeup.
My excitement settled as I leaned in behind her, asking casually, "Still putting on makeup?"
She carefully drew her eyebrows. "Please, Brother! I'm sixteen. It's perfectly normal to wear makeup!"
I sat on the edge of her bed. "You're beautiful without it. Are there going to be other boys there?"
She rolled her eyes at me, seeing right through me. "Relax, Brother! It's just my girlfriends. You know all of them!"
She suddenly turned and drew a black mark on my face with her eyebrow pencil, giggling mischievously. "I just agreed to date you yesterday, and today you're already trying to restrict my freedom?"
"I'm just worried about you." Looking at her soft profile, I couldn't help but lean in and kiss her cheek.
"Hey! I'm doing my makeup!" She pouted in annoyance. "Look at your spit, I have to redo it now."
"Alright, alright, I'll leave you to it."
I patted her head and walked into Mom’s bedroom. Now, I wanted to confirm a suspicion.
I went to the balcony attached to her room and looked at the lone pair of black lace panties in the laundry basket. My heart wouldn't stop racing.
I gripped Mom’s panties tightly in my hand.
My guess was right. When I was nuzzling between her legs earlier, she had indeed been aroused. There was a small damp patch on the panties, right where they would have covered her beautiful pussy.
I couldn't resist bringing them to my nose and taking a deep breath. A rich aphrodisiac scent flooded my nostrils and filled my entire brain.
It was that familiar scent—sweet and fragrant, as intoxicating as fine wine...
I inhaled, lost in a trance. Mom really was sensitive; I had only nuzzled her a few times, yet so much "spring water" had flowed from her pussy. If I were to lick or fuck her pussy in the future, wouldn't she turn into a literal flood?
At that thought, my body trembled as I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the damp spot on her panties.
It was slightly salty but mostly tasteless. Yet, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, my body surging with an indescribable pleasure. That lick felt as if I were licking Mom’s actual pussy...
I realized my actions were exactly what my sister said—I was such a freak...
After calming myself down and waiting for the cock in my pants to subside, I put the panties back in the laundry basket and quietly slipped out of Mom’s room.
Just as I reached the living room, my sister finished getting ready. She was wearing a small crossbody bag and a baseball cap, looking full of youthful energy as she prepared to leave.
"Don't forget to transfer the money, Brother!" She waved at me.
Mom was very strict with her allowance, so I usually covered her expenses.
"You're going out in that skirt?" I frowned, looking at her pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.
Those two snow-white, jade-like legs were completely exposed. How could I allow that?
"Yeah!" she said as if it were obvious. "It's so hot out. You want me to wear pants?"
"Exactly. Go back and change into pants." My tone left no room for argument. I didn't want anyone else looking at those exquisite legs that belonged only to me.
"No..." she pleaded softly.
I was firm. "No change, no money. No discussion."
She puffed out her red lips in anger, but unusually, she didn't argue. She obediently went back to her room. It seemed she understood the importance of keeping the "economic lifeline" in her own hands.
When she came back out, my face darkened. "Keep changing!"
She had changed into denim shorts, but her long legs were still exposed, and her perky ass filled out the shorts so perfectly it was incredibly tempting. This was even worse than the pleated skirt!
"You're restricting my freedom!" she protested.
"That's right, I am. If you've got the guts, try to overthrow my tyranny!"
Helpless, she went back to her room again. When she emerged, she was wearing a long skirt that reached her ankles. "Is this okay now?"
"It'll do." I walked over, opened her bag, and pulled out the pleated skirt she had tried to smuggle out. "Let's go."
She stuck out her tongue sheepishly, looking adorable.
"Remember to send the money!" she reminded me seriously before leaving.
"I know!" I replied and sent her ten thousand yuan via WeChat.
She replied instantly: So stingy? It's my treat today, send more!
"In your dreams!" I shut off my phone. This was all coming out of my own private savings.
Even though both Mom’s and Dad’s families controlled massive corporate groups, they were very strict with our pocket money. I was doing okay; between scholarships and prizes, I got a few tens of thousands a month. My sister was the miserable one; because of her poor grades, she only got about a thousand yuan a month. She was truly pathetic.
Looking at the insulated lunchbox Mom had left on the table, I sighed. I had the extra task of delivering lunch to her today.
Checking the time, it had been nearly half an hour since I left Song Yu’s place. I packed the extra food and the barley and mung bean porridge into containers, took a quick shower, changed my clothes, and took the elevator to Song Yu’s floor.
Standing before her door, I swallowed hard and entered the password she had just given me.
Beep.
The electronic lock chimed, and the door to Song Yu’s home swung wide open for me.