Chapter 45: Caught by My Little Sister Being Intimate with My Maternal Aunt (Part 2)
Chapter 45: Caught by My Little Sister Being Intimate with My Maternal Aunt (Part 2)
I put my phone away. "Go get changed. We've got a lot to do today, so let's head out early."
My little sister pouted. "That eager to get rid of me, huh?"
I patted her on the head. "I wish you'd stay home with me every day."
She seemed pleased with that. "You wish. Now that I'm leaving, you finally appreciate having a sister, don't you?"
I gave her a mischievous grin. "Isn't that because I'm keeping my promise? So I can give you every day..."
She caught on fast and immediately covered my mouth, a shy blush creeping into her eyes. "Don't say it."
Women are always creatures of contradiction. The person who last night pressed her hairless tight pussy against my lips and begged me to lick her didn't seem like the same person as my sister.
I let go of her waist. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Go get changed."
She scrambled out of my arms and pattered off to her bedroom in her slippers.
Once she was out of sight, I quickly opened my chat with Chen Xiao. She'd sent me a string of messages last night.
But I'd been so caught up with my sister that I hadn't noticed the notifications.
Chen Xiao had sent a lot—mostly asking what to do since Lin Xi was coming to see her tomorrow.
From initial inquiries to casual updates and finally to sweet, flirtatious words, her messages stretched late into the night.
Thinking back, at that time I must have had my face buried between my sister's legs, licking her pussy with great enthusiasm.
I thought for a moment, then typed back: "Baby, sorry, I went to bed too early last night and didn't see your messages. Xixi and I will come find you later. Don't worry—we'll coordinate and play it by ear!"
Chen Xiao replied almost instantly.
She sent a photo—a selfie taken in a mirror.
Judging by the background, she was in the dance studio.
The sixteen-year-old girl in the picture was tall and graceful, with perfect proportions. She wore a pure white ballet costume that outlined her beautiful curves.
Beneath the ballet skirt, her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped in thin white stockings—utterly tempting.
I couldn't help swallowing. This little minx—was she trying to torture me?
I typed: "Baby, you're so beautiful." And added a kiss emoji.
After saving Chen Xiao's photo to my private album, I immediately deleted our chat history.
Ding!
Chen Xiao: "Waiting for you."
I put my phone away and glanced at my sister's bedroom door. Chatting with Chen Xiao always gave me a guilty feeling, like I was afraid of being caught.
"Let's go, dear big brother!"
My sister had changed into her school uniform and was pulling a huge suitcase. She slapped me hard on the shoulder.
I frowned. "Why such a big suitcase? Do you have that many uniforms?"
She put her hands on her hips. "You don't get it, do you?" She patted the suitcase. "It's not just uniforms—I've got the snacks I bought yesterday too!"
"Always being clever."
"It's not cleverness—it's wisdom!"
I took the suitcase from her and told her to grab the two roses. Then I ordered a ride-hailing car.
At the entrance of our neighborhood, my sister shaded her eyes with her hand. "Mom should get us a private driver."
I sighed. "If your grades weren't so bad, maybe our old driver wouldn't have been reassigned."
She stuck out her tongue. "Not having a driver is a good thing. Think about it—if Mom's eyes were always on us, we'd have no freedom at all!"
I ruffled her hair. "You've always got an excuse."
She smiled sheepishly. "Hehe."
Once in the car, we went straight to a shop that specialized in preserving flowers as specimens.
Making a flower specimen isn't hard—anyone can do it.
But preserving the shape and color to the greatest extent? That takes real skill.
So it's best to leave it to the professionals.
The shop assistant was a young girl about our age. She was enthusiastic and talkative, constantly introducing various specimen packages.
I didn't care about the price, but the time required varied. In the end, we chose a package that took half a month.
After paying the deposit and leaving the roses, the assistant saw us out.
Her eyes curved into crescents. "You two look so good together—like a married couple..." She stopped mid-sentence, as if realizing it was inappropriate, then corrected herself: "Like a couple."
Married couple?
My sister and I exchanged glances. Twins—of course we'd look like a "married couple."
Seeing my sister's shy expression, I suddenly felt bold. I pulled her into my arms and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
As she stood there stunned and confused, I smiled at the assistant. "You guessed wrong. We're siblings—twins."
Siblings? Couple? Kissing?
The assistant looked dazed, her mind full of question marks.
I chuckled, took my sister's hand, and led her away.
Back in the car, my sister lightly punched my arm. "What was that for?" she murmured.
I held her hand and didn't answer.
I didn't know why I felt the need to announce our relationship in front of a stranger.
Was it just to enjoy the thrill of our forbidden bond—unable to confess it openly, yet finding ways to hint at it to others?
I didn't know. Maybe I was just acting on impulse. Or maybe I figured the assistant didn't know us anyway, so what did it matter if I told her we were both siblings and lovers?
The driver up front sighed. "Ah, youth is wonderful. I miss being young."
My sister grew even more uncomfortable. She sat quietly beside me, holding my hand, without another word or movement.
Soon we arrived at the dance hall where Chen Xiao practiced.
It was a professional ballet studio, located in the heart of Wanghai City—a prime area—on a floor of Jinyue Building, not too far from Chiyue Group's headquarters.
Many ballet masters taught here, each with several or even dozens of ballet championships to their name.
The studio had many classrooms, filled with beautiful girls either stretching or dancing.
As far as I knew, Chen Xiao was incredibly talented at ballet, but she only treated it as a hobby. She had no intention of becoming a professional dancer, much to her teacher's regret.
My sister and I had been here before and knew the staff well, so we walked straight in without any trouble.
Chen Xiao didn't practice partner dancing, so she had no dance partner—let alone a male one.
Perhaps thanks to her mother "Secretary Yu's" influence, Chen Xiao had her own private classroom and teacher at this ballet studio.
But today, she was dancing in the main hall.
The hall was quiet, with many people sitting around the edges watching her perform.
As the lights flickered, Chen Xiao, in her white ballet skirt, stepped lightly onto the "stage" like an elegant white swan.
She raised her arms slowly, touched the floor with her toes, and began to dance. Every movement traced an elegant arc.
Her steps were light, her spins swift. As the music quickened, so did her pace. Her arms swept, her long legs moved, her waist swayed gracefully. Each turn was like a flower blooming, drawing gasps from the students and nods of approval from the teachers.
At the climax of the music, her dancing reached its peak—spins, jumps, flips—every move full of power and beauty.
Finally, as the music faded, her steps slowed, and she ended her performance with a graceful pose.
My sister watched with envy. "Xiaoxiao is so beautiful..."
I gently pinched her nose. "You're beautiful too when you play the piano. Everyone has their own charm..."
Clap, clap, clap...
Before I could finish, thunderous applause erupted in the hall, drowning out my voice.
A minute later, as the applause died down, a middle-aged woman addressed the students. "Chen Xiao only comes once a week, yet her movements and posture are more professional and elegant than most of you. We should learn from her and ask her for advice. That's all for this morning. Class dismissed."
The crowd stirred as the students gradually dispersed.
"Xiaoxiao!"
My sister waved her hand vigorously and called out loudly, quickly catching Chen Xiao's attention.
The graceful, dazzling ballet girl spotted us at the door, and an irrepressible smile spread across her pretty face. She jogged over quickly.