Kitchen Flirtation
“You rascal, I don’t even know what to say to you,” Liu Yan said with a helpless shake of her head, shooting Ma Jun a glare. “I’ll give you one more chance. If it happens again, I’ll really get mad.”
Just then, Guihua came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming basin of mantou buns. She paused for a second at the sight of Liu Yan and Ma Jun chatting so intimately, then grinned. “You two siblings sure get along well.”
Liu Yan’s face flushed red, and she pulled away from Ma Jun’s hand in a fluster, saying sternly, “Not at all. Ma Jun, go help big sis right now.”
“Got it.” Ma Jun realized he’d been a bit too bold just now—anyone seeing him so close to Liu Yan might get the wrong idea. He hurried over to take the basin from Guihua, but she wouldn’t let him. In their little tug-of-war, his hand accidentally brushed against her breast. It felt soft and plump, utterly intoxicating. He yanked his hand back fast. Guihua’s body shivered, and the buns nearly slipped from her grip. She glanced at him; he didn’t look like he’d meant to grope her. With her head down, she headed toward the main room, but the spot he’d touched tingled with a numb, pleasurable buzz.
The three of them returned to the main room, where Guihua brought out a few more dishes, smiling as she said, “Our village food can’t compare to what you get in the city. Liu Yan, Ma Jun, you’ll just have to make do.”
Liu Yan smiled back. “Sis, what are you talking about? I’ve lived in the village before—no hardship here. Ma Jun, didn’t you say you were starving? Dig in.” She picked up a big mantou and handed it to him.
Ma Jun took it, squeezing the hot, fluffy bun, and couldn’t help glancing across the table at Guihua. She was wearing just a loose tank top, her big tits thrusting proudly, nipples large and perky, poking right through. There was something wild and rural about her that stirred him up—his cock twitched in his pants. He clamped his legs together and bit into the bun. Damn, it was way better than the ones at home. Guihua explained it was made from wheat she grew herself, ground fresh—tastier than store-bought flour. The veggies were straight from the garden too: stir-fried chives with eggs, green peppers with pork, smashed cucumbers, and fried peanuts. Ma Jun devoured it all, scarfing down five big buns in one go. Guihua stared in shock—this cousin Liu Yan brought was a beast. Looking at his sturdy, muscular frame, she remembered that hand on her tit, and a itch started between her thighs. Her cheeks flushed pink.
Liu Yan picked at a few bites and stopped, asking curiously, “Sis, where’s Zhipeng’s big brother?”
“Oh, Dapeng got a night-shift gig at the mine. He stays there most nights, hardly ever comes home,” Guihua said with a sigh. “Can’t count on him for anything around here. It’s all on me. How’s a woman supposed to manage?”
After dinner, Liu Yan said she had to head back to the county, but Xu Guoqing wasn’t having it. “You finally come home once, and you’re off already? No way. Stay the night at least, or the relatives will talk.”
Guihua chimed in with a grin. “Yeah, sis-in-law. You barely visit all year—can’t just drop in and bounce. Stay with us tonight. Village ain’t as fancy as the city, but the air’s fresher. Might not wanna leave.”
Liu Yan figured it’d look bad to leave so soon, so after a moment’s hesitation, she agreed. Xu Guoqing lived in the main room with his eldest son and daughter-in-law; the young couple had the east wing, the west was empty. Perfect for Liu Yan. Ma Jun would bunk with Xu Guoqing in the main room.
As Guihua cleared the table, Liu Yan and Ma Jun pitched in. Ma Jun carried a plate to the kitchen and whispered to Liu Yan as Guihua walked ahead, “Yanyan-jie, I wanna stay with you.” He wasn’t used to sleeping at other people’s places, and splitting from her made it worse.
“Don’t talk nonsense. This is my father-in-law’s house—what would it look like if we shared a room?” Liu Yan shot him a glare, but seeing his disappointed pout softened her. “Just tough it out one night. We’ll head back to the county tomorrow, and I’ll stay with you then, okay?” Her pleading tone won him over, and he reluctantly nodded. In the kitchen, Liu Yan and Guihua argued over the dishes when someone called Guihua from outside. Liu Yan laughed. “Sis, go handle it. Ma Jun and I got this.” She shooed Guihua out.
With Guihua gone, Ma Jun eyed the kitchen curiously. Totally different from home—a huge jar by the door with a copper ladle hanging on it, a massive stove. He’d never been to the countryside; everything was novel. He poked and peered.
“Ma Jun, wipe my sweat?” Liu Yan was washing dishes at the basin. It was scorching midday, and the fire made the kitchen a sauna. Her back was soaked, T-shirt clinging wet and sticky.
“Sure.” He grabbed a white towel from the wall, soaked it in a basin, wrung it out, and dabbed her forehead. Sweat beaded on her smooth white neck too, so he gently wiped there.
“Get my back.” Liu Yan checked the door, blushing as she whispered. She felt awkward asking, but couldn’t stand it. After last night’s romps with Ma Jun, she wasn’t as reserved—light touching was fine, as long as he didn’t cross her line.
Ma Jun paused, seeing her ears turn red. Impulse hit; he lifted her T-shirt, exposing her smooth, pale back. It dazzled him. He wiped the sweat, inhaling her scent, cock stirring.
Liu Yan bit her lip—cool relief on her back felt amazing. But sweat pooled between her tits too, itching badly. She wanted him to wipe there, but in her father-in-law’s house? If Guihua walked in... She clenched her thighs, rubbing them together.
Ma Jun wiped carefully, his dick hardening. Boldly, he pressed against her plump ass, grinding lightly. Even through jeans, her round cheeks’ bounce was insane. His big cock stiffened, poking her crack.
“Mm...” Liu Yan was already aroused; that hard jab lit her up. She leaned back softly, whining, “Ma Jun, what’re you doing? I told you—no today, tomorrow.”
Her shy look and soft voice drove him wild—he wanted to strip this sexy wife bare and fuck her senseless. He pressed fully against her back, tossed the towel, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, palms sliding over her flat belly. Hot breath in her ear: “Yanyan-jie, you’re too gorgeous. I can’t hold back. Tonight, I’ll sneak to your room.”
“Ah, no.” Her bare back against his chest made her tremble. His hand crept upward; she grabbed it, worried. “Someone’ll see.”
“Won’t. I’ll wait till Uncle’s asleep.” His hand pushed on, cock thrusting her crack. “Yanyan-jie, your ass feels so good grinding back.”
“Get outta here—you’re too young for that filthy talk. Keep it up and I’ll get mad.” Her face burned crimson. She tried to scold him sternly, but his thrust relaxed her guard. His hand slipped free, cupping her huge tits through the bra, squeezing hard.
“Yanyan-jie, sweaty here too. Lemme wipe.” His palms gripped the firm, slippery orbs, kneading the busty beauty’s peaks. Fingers slipped under the bra, caressing silky flesh.
“Ah, Ma Jun, stop... Wait till tonight, okay?” She panted softly, tits itching, fire raging inside. Nipples hardened; pussy clenched, juices flowing.
“I’m coming tonight then.” Not satisfied through the bra, he lifted her shirt higher, dove in from above, seizing a heavy breast. The feel drove him crazy—circling squeezes on her full mound, flicking the stiff nipple. His rigid cock humped her crack like they were fucking.
“No, Ma Jun...” Liu Yan moaned through bitten lips, desire surging. His cock made her ache to drag him to bed and fuck, but she couldn’t be that reckless. They’d already crossed teacher-student lines—he’d groped her everywhere, she’d jerked him and given assjobs—but she guarded her last hole. Still, as a married woman, even this was wrong. If her father-in-law found out...
“Ma Jun, let go.” The thought doused her lust. Breathing hard, her voice firmed. She shoved him off, yanked her shirt down—half-naked upper body exposed. Glaring: “That’s enough. I don’t need help. Out.”
Ma Jun saw her icy glare— she was pissed. He left the kitchen reluctantly, hearing Guihua talking low outside the gate. Her tone was off. He tiptoed to the door and peeked—and froze, stunned.