Chapter 75: Aunt and Mom’s Jealous Spat
Chapter 75: Aunt and Mom’s Jealous Spat
My Maternal Aunt took the flowers, then opened her arms and walked toward Mom, who had been left out in the cold for quite a while. "My dearest, most beloved sister, how about a hug?"
Mom propped her hand against Aunt’s shoulder in mock disgust, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Oh? The great beauty Chi actually noticed an invisible person like me?"
Hearing this, Aunt grabbed Mom’s arm and began to act like a spoiled child. "My sister is so gorgeous, so stunning—how could I possibly not see you?"
Mom huffed. "And yet I’ve been standing here all this time without a single person coming over to say a word to me."
"There’s an order to these things, after all!" Ignoring Mom’s threatening glare, Aunt pinched Mom’s cheek and exclaimed in wonder, "Sis, how is it that you seem to be getting younger and younger?"
Mom glared at her. "You’re just dying for me to get old, aren't you?"
Aunt looked the picture of grievance. "How could I? As your closest sister, how could I ever have such wicked thoughts?"
"Alright, alright." Mom sighed helplessly, tapping Aunt on the forehead. "You’re a grown woman, yet you still act like a child."
Aunt let out a "cheh" sound. "But I am a child!"
I stood there, Mom’s shoulder bag in one hand and Aunt’s suitcase in the other, watching the two sisters with a wide smile. They looked about eighty percent alike.
Aunt’s style was the same as always. Her thick, wine-red hair fell in heavy waves over her snow-white shoulders. Her eyebrows were shaped like crescent moons, and the corners of her charming fox-eyes tilted upward slightly, giving her a seductive, captivating look.
Her red lips were full, painted in a rose-red shade as bold and high-profile as a blazing flame. Those plump lips possessed an indescribable sexiness.
Her exposed skin was like creamed fat or white jade, and her figure was hot and tall. Her black, high-waisted long skirt emphasized a waist so slender it could be spanned by a single hand. While her long legs were hidden beneath the black fabric, one could easily imagine how supple and shapely they were given her 173cm height—surely top-tier specimens.
Though the two sisters were eighty percent similar in features and figure, Mom was dignified, intellectual, and elegant like a secluded orchid, while Aunt was bright, sexy, and flamboyant like a showy peony.
"Have you seen enough, my Yuanbao?"
It wasn't until Aunt’s voice rang in my ear that I snapped out of my deep appreciation.
Aunt boldly wrapped an arm around Mom’s waist and asked with a light chuckle, "Who’s prettier, Auntie or Mom?"
I looked at the two peerless sisters standing side-by-side. Either one of them could be considered a rare, beautiful young matron; to have them both standing together was almost too much.
My throat tightened. I swallowed hard several times, my eyes darting around, not daring to look them in the face because of the "ghosts" in my heart.
After all, I had fantasized more than once about having both Mom and Aunt find pleasure beneath me at the same time.
It started as a joke from Aunt, but unexpectedly, Mom also cast a faint glance my way. Her cool, beautiful eyes locked onto me, seemingly waiting for my answer.
Looking at the wicked smirk on Aunt’s lips, I couldn't help but shudder. I stammered out, "Beautiful... you're both beautiful... both born gorgeous..."
Having hurriedly brushed them off with a perfunctory answer, I fled the scene, sucking on the lollipop Aunt had shoved into my mouth.
When Mom and Aunt were together in front of me, I didn't even dare to think about certain scenarios—it was simply too stimulating, too erotic.
As soon as the images surfaced in my mind, I felt an immediate physiological reaction.
Watching my retreating back, Aunt leaned against Mom’s shoulder and giggled, covering her mouth. "This little rascal has a dirty mind; he actually dared to swallow his spit. Sis, you really need to discipline him properly."
Mom shot her a helpless look. "And wasn't it you who corrupted him?"
*
Since I didn't have the keys, I had to wait by the car.
Accompanied by the sound of pleasant laughter, I knew Mom and Aunt were approaching. Aunt had her arm hooked through Mom’s, and the two sisters were laughing incessantly as they chatted.
When Aunt looked at me, she secretly winked. Her expression was as playful as a young girl's, which inexplicably reminded me of my little sister who was still attending the Girls' High School.
Aunt suddenly reached out in surprise and took the sunglasses off Mom’s face to examine them closely. After a moment, she cried out softly, "Sis, the style of sunglasses you’re wearing is actually the same as mine!"
Mom looked at the over-excited Aunt and said helplessly, "Didn't we buy these two pairs of sunglasses together?"
Aunt obediently put the sunglasses back on Mom. "We have so many pairs at home, yet we both chose the exact same ones today. What does that mean? It means we’re sisters with a telepathic connection!"
"Right, right, telepathic."
Mom selectively ignored me, even though I had been waiting for a long time, and got straight into the car, not even bothering to change out of her high heels.
I tactfully moved toward the back seat, leaving the front passenger seat for Aunt.
To my surprise, Aunt held her flowers and sat down directly next to me.
"Qiu, aren't you sitting in the front?"
Qiuqiu was the nickname Mom had used for Aunt since they were children.
Aunt sat by my side and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Sis, I just got back to the country. Let me spend a little more time with the kid I raised."
Mom rolled her eyes slightly. "Stop trying to take all the credit. Lin Yuan and Xixi were only left with you when I was too busy to manage. How does that translate to you raising them?"
Aunt pinched my chin to examine me closely and said "unreasonably," "I don't care. Either way, I'm the one who raised him."
Before I could react, she planted two "mwah" sounds on my face—one on the left and one on the right. The two lipstick marks were perfectly symmetrical.
I offered a weak protest. "Auntie, next time you kiss me, can you ask for my permission first?"
Hearing this, Aunt twisted my ear with aggressive momentum. "Ask for your permission? You’re getting rebellious!"
Ahem.
Mom cleared her throat from the front seat, her voice sounding somewhat serious. "Qiuqiu, Lin Yuan isn't a child anymore. You should be more mindful of the distance between you two from now on."
Aunt argued her point righteously. "He’s the child I raised; what’s wrong with a kiss?"
After saying that, she arched an eyebrow at me. "Be a good boy and give me a kiss back to annoy your mother. She’s clearly just jealous that our relationship is so close!"
Mom leaned her head on her hand and sighed, speechless. She decided to simply stop paying attention to us.
I looked at Mom through the rearview mirror. It just so happened that she was looking at me too. Our gazes met in the air, and I could faintly sense a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.
"Forget it, Auntie. I've been kissed enough for today."
I gave Aunt a subtle wink, hinting that I’d kiss her as much as she wanted once Mom wasn't around.
Aunt, however, didn't care. Her beautiful eyes widened as she threatened me, "You won't kiss me? Don't blame me if your whole face is covered in lipstick marks in a minute!"
As she spoke, her fair hand made a grabbing motion toward me. The meaning behind it was self-evident.
My brow twitched. The shadow of the last time my balls were nearly crushed by Aunt’s grip was still fresh in my mind.
Seeing Aunt’s gaze grow increasingly sharp, I was forced to lean in like a chick pecking at grain and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Screech!
Mom slammed on the brakes, sending Aunt and me tumbling in the back seat.
I rubbed my face where it had been bumped and cried out in pain, "Mom, what are you doing? Again?! You’re going to kill me!"
Aunt disheveledly straightened her wine-red waves and huffed in dissatisfaction, "Your mother is taking revenge on us."
Mom gave a soft snort but offered no response.