Chapter 81: The Aroused Kin
Compared to her impulsive little brother, Wang Ya'ning's heart was pounding fiercely.
She had no idea what was wrong with her. She'd only heard a few mildly naughty riddles, nothing too explicit, yet her reaction was this intense—her pussy was soaked through.
Especially now, half-embraced with her brother, gazing at his face—still boyish yet gaining a manly edge, breathtakingly handsome. Her heart raced; she yearned for him to pull her tight, even kiss her.
Wang Ya'ning had never felt her heart stir for any man in all her years. And the first one to do it? Her own half-brother, same father, different mother.
It left her a bit panicked, but she couldn't deny it—that deer-thumping thrill was intoxicating. She wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever.
Too bad the moment didn't last. The dance stopped after barely five minutes.
Next up was Su Mengqing, who drew a six.
Su Mengqing eyed the four with lower cards and smiled. "You two pairs are mother-daughter and mother-son. So, mothers and daughters kiss each other, and mothers and sons kiss too."
The request was perfectly innocent. Xue Yan promptly pecked Wang Ya'ning on the cheek, and Wang Ya''ning returned the kiss just as quickly.
But when it was Su Mengyan's turn with her son, her heart raced with excitement.
She and her son had French-kissed plenty of times—in private. But now, under everyone's gaze? The thrill was electric.
As Wang Yue kissed her cheek, she whispered so only they could hear: "Son, Mommy's saucy pussy is wet."
Wang Yue's heart jolted. He never imagined his mom teasing him like this in front of everyone. The forbidden rush made his big dick throb, nearly bursting.
When she kissed his cheek back, he growled softly: "Saucy-pussy Mommy, I'm gonna fuck you to death tonight!"
Su Mengyan giggled. Teasing her son like this was surprisingly fun.
"Sis, what's so funny?" Su Mengqing asked.
The other women looked at Su Mengyan curiously too. She was more approachable now, but a full laugh like this? First time.
"Nothing. I just think Yue'er is so cute—blushing from kissing his own mom." Su Mengyan waved it off with a smile. "Let's keep going."
Wang Yarou drew the seven. She'd clearly planned ahead. "I want Brother to kiss everyone here."
"Lower cards have to play along, but higher ones too?" Wang Yalan asked.
Wang Yarou grinned. "Higher cards can refuse. Up to you."
No one refused, though. Family kissing cheeks? Normal.
Wang Yue got to work, starting with Wang Yarou and going youngest to oldest.
Wang Yarou and Wang Xin'er were "old married couple" with him—cheek kisses were nothing. But Wang Ya'ning? Her heart pounded again.
She'd already fallen for him during the dance. Now his lips on her flawless cheek? She tensed with anticipation and nerves.
His lips brushed her skin—soft as silk. A shiver ran through her; she nearly kissed back.
Then Wang Yalan. Her card was higher, so she could refuse, but she didn't.
As the big sister with a "motherly elder" vibe, she adored Wang Yue purely. No other thoughts—yet.
But in this charged atmosphere, his lips on her cheek sparked something new.
Su Mengqing, Su Mengyan, and Xue Yan took it in stride. Liu Ruoshi didn't refuse either—grandson kissing grandma was natural.
Liu Ruoshi burned with lust too, but as an experienced woman, her control held. No big reaction.
One full round done—Wang Yarou's dare complete.
Wang Yalan drew the eight. The gentle big sis got playful. "Courtesy demands reciprocity. Everyone, kiss Xiao Yue back."
No objections. They'd accepted his kisses; returning them was easy. They lined up, pecking his cheeks.
Wang Yalan stood—then sat right back down, face flaming red.
Like Wang Ya'ning, standing revealed her soaked crotch. How could she move?
"Yalan, why sit again?" Su Mengqing asked from the queue.
"I said you kiss him—not me." Wang Yalan deflected, cheeks burning. Embarrassed by her body's betrayal and fibbing—she never cheated.
No one pressed. Round kisses ended quick.
Liu Ruoshi, the family matriarch, drew nine. Her dare was dull: "Yan'er, Mengyan, Mengqing—each drink a cup. Yalan, Ya'ning, Yue'er, Xiaorou—recite a classic poem."
"Grandma, you're such a buzzkill," Wang Xin'er muttered. But they complied.
Finally, the "emperor"—Wang Xin'er with ten.
Revenge for Grandma's lame dare? Hers was explosive: "Like Xiaorou—Brother kisses everyone. But on the mouth this time."
"Absolutely not!" Liu Ruoshi shot down first.
Wang Xin'er laughed. "Why not? Just lips—like cheeks."
"I say yes." Shockingly, Su Mengyan agreed first, leading by example. "I'll start."
Wang Yue approached, lips meeting his mom's petal-soft ones.
But Su Mengyan upped it—tongue flicking his lips as they met.
Wang Yue's mind exploded: Mom's playing with fire. Doesn't she worry I'll snap and shove my big dick in her saucy pussy, ignoring her protests?
Mom had set the example. Lips only? No big deal, as Wang Xin'er said.
Besides, everyone but Liu Ruoshi, Wang Yalan, and Wang Ya'ning had tongue-kissed him before.
With booze and lust fueling them, even those three shrugged it off.
But the real thing hit different.
Wang Ya'ning was smitten already—this felt like a love confession. Her heart belonged to him now.
Wang Yalan's odd spark from before? It nuclear-fissioned. Pure sisterly love twisted.
Even Liu Ruoshi—grandson's lips on hers sent tingles to her core. Deep craving surged.
First round over—everyone hooked. Second round started.
Under Wang Xin'er's "fair" dealing, Wang Yue "unluckily" drew two.
He appreciated his sister and little aunt's scheme.
He knew their game. This put him passive—if blamed later, not on them.
Perfect buffer: Score with Grandma and sisters? Great. Fail? No hard feelings—future chances.
Wang Yarou drew three. Innocent-seeming: "Brother, hug everyone."
Wang Yue got it—coordinated with aunt and sister.
Hugs less intimate than cheek kisses? All agreed.
But Immortal Drunk's afterburn hit hard. Liu Ruoshi, Su Mengyan, Wang Yalan, Wang Ya'ning—drunk at 5-6 now 7-8.
Wang Yue's true qi influence built their lust to powder-keg levels.
One hug? Boom. They were primed—no real resistance if he pushed now.
Xue Yan drew four, drunk and giggling cutely. "Haven't French-kissed in ages. Yue'er, tongue-kiss everyone—thirty seconds each."
Over the top alone—but after cheeks, lips? Boiling frog logic.
Mainly her state: Sober? No. But now...
Path paved—Wang Yue played innocent: "But I don't know how."
"No problem—I'll teach." Xue Yan smiled.
He checked Mom—smiling, eyes encouraging.
Go time. He embraced Yan-mommy, lips met, tongues tangled in wet French bliss.
Thirty seconds later, reluctant split—saliva thread lingering lewdly.
Liu Ruoshi and sisters? More excited, anticipating their turn.
To "explain" his skill, he kissed little aunt, sisters, little sis—then Mom.
Public son-kiss thrilled Su Mengyan. Arms tight around his neck, mashing her massive tits on him—like merging bodies.
Her passion fired Wang Yue—big dick exploding against special undies, or it'd burst free.
Over ninety seconds—Wang Xin'er interrupted, fearing slip-up.
Released, he turned to Wang Ya'ning: "Second Sis, my turn."
Eyes half-closed, lips pursed—eager.
He dove in. Lips met—her body quaked. Arms locked his neck; she parted for his tongue.
Kiss fanned love and lust—heart melting. Even drunk, she knew: True, bone-deep love for brother.
Wang Yalan: Eager yet anxious. Fading reason screamed: He's my brother—no!
His heat kiss melted resistance. Heart opened, embracing taboo love.
Liu Ruoshi didn't refuse. "Long time no try," as Yan said. Grandson—not outsider.
Kissing Grandma's soft lips, savoring her slick tongue—Wang Yue thrilled.
She looked thirty like others, but maturity shone. Perfect for his mature-woman fetish.
Lips danced; hands roamed her jade back.
Liu Ruoshi lost in it—like kissing a lover. Long-buried passion erupted.
Longest yet—till his hands slid to her plump ass, kneading cheeks. She snapped back, shoving him with last reason.
Next: Su Mengyan drew five. "Hugging Yue'er, my tits felt so good against him. Next—he gropes everyone's tits thirty seconds. Bliss for all."
Wang Yue stunned. Mom's wild today.
No objections—French kisses done, tits? Fine. Frog boiling.
Jackpot. First public grope: Mom's full, firm tits through clothes—knead, squeeze.
"Oh..." Su Mengyan moaned eyes closed, seductive face on unearthly beauty melting women too.
Thirty seconds—unsatisfied, to Grandma next.
Hers same size/softness, but shorter (1.68m)—tits huger.
Expert hands: knead, thumb nipples through fabric—now hard, blood-engorged.
Liu Ruoshi puzzled his skill—but pleasure drowned it. She held moans with sheer will.
Yan-mommy, little aunt—then big sis.
Wang Yalan's first touch ever—intense. But loving brother? Dove in.
Wang Ya'ning similar—purer, fiercer love. Ice queen burned hottest.
Sisters done—no neglecting his girls. Wang Xin'er/Yarou tiny vs. others—Xin'er smaller despite older.
Small cute too—especially beloved sisters'.
People have hidden sides. Wang Yue believed it: Big aunt/mom/little aunt obvious; Ling Xueyan prim, yet seduced him aflame.
Like second sis now.
Wang Ya'ning drew six: "Clothes dull. Direct skin—thirty seconds."
She unbuttoned, shoved bra up—snowy, perky C-cups. "Brother, me first."
Heaven. He hugged from back, hands cupping.
Not huge, but perky bamboo-shoot—virgin firm-soft. Thrilling—milking leads to deflowering.
Skin touch > fabric x10.
His palms magical—tits and heart tingled. Nipple flicks? Itch to soul. Pussy clenched, gushing slick.
Her lead—others bared tits: big/small, all sexy.
Post-sis: Grandma's huge, darker-areola beauties. Rougher—mature women crave it.
Liu Ruoshi moaned softly, hips twitching. Fresh qi-clean pussy reflooded pants.
Time up—too soon. To Mom next—hers equal perfection, mood bonus.
One by one—big sis last. Virgin-match closure.
Wang Yalan drew seven. Post-grope craving: "Hands only? Try mouth."
Wang Yue pounced—sucked nipple hungrily.
"Oh... ah..." Bone-deep itch—Wang Yalan moaned, hands mashing his head.
Bigger suck—half-tit in mouth, soft-warm bliss.
Nearly killed her—soul sucked out. Mouths agape, pussy flooding chair.
Others blasé—routine. But Liu Ruoshi/Wang Ya'ning? New.
Grandma prim—decades married, no tit-suck play.
Ya'ning virgin—never.
Wang Yue sensed Grandma's hunger—left reluctant sis, to her. Quick licks both nipples—big suck.
Too big—tip only. Enough.
No suck since nursing. Teasing kind? Itch everywhere—pussy desperate, drought-field needing rain.
Her intensity shocked him. Experienced mom-of-four? Two reasons: Hyper-sensitive, or sparse sex life.
Either? Goldmine. Sensitive/inexperienced = easy big-dick conquest.
Slutty veterans? Harder.
Three families? No such women.
Feeling her quake, he "accidentally" elbowed her crotch.
"Agh..." Pussy tormented—pressure bliss. Shudder, loud moan.
He startled—That sensitive? Lifted arm, spat tit: "Grandma? You okay?"
"N-nothing." Face crimson. Even wild, couldn't say: Elbow crushed my pussy so good—do it again!
Time up—he moved. Liu Ruoshi hung, wistful.
This sucking? Stimmy even for battle-tested aunt/sisters.
Moans everywhere. Cozy family gathering turned lewd.
Air: Food, scents—now pussy-musk cocktail. Eight beauties'. Wang Yue thrilled.
Post-Mom (saved last): "Next?"
"Me." Wang Xin'er waved eight.
Joy—sis delivers.
She eyed re-dressed women: "Bro, we bared, groped—you show yours."
"Sure." Shirt off, chest out. "Go."
"Not that." Scoff.
"What then?"
"You saw/groped our bumps—we see yours." Grin. "Pants off."
"Uh... not great." Hands over crotch, feigned hesitate.
Women wild—no mercy. "Strip!"
Liu Ruoshi: "Yue'er, drop 'em. Grandma wants to see if you've grown."
"Fine." Belt, pants+special undies—yank.
Thwack!
Nearly-20cm monster—wrist-thick—sprang up, veiny, angled fierce.
"Ah! That big?!" Gasps—some fake. Liu/Wang sisters real.
Liu Ruoshi stunned: Fifteen, undeveloped—this? Size, hardness, veins, bloated head—terrifying and adorable.
Sisters new to dick—overkill size.
"How so huge? Differs from Third Aunt's diagram," Wang Xin'er "curious"—true vs. diagram, not imagination/prior sight.
"Brother's gifted. His wives blessed." Xue Yan egged. "Touch before Chen Xi weds—then permission needed."
Clever—urgency hit Liu/Wang sisters. Touch now.
Wang Xin'er: "Rule: One minute each."
First: Delicate grip. "Wow! Rock-hard, hot, throbbing!"
"Xin'er, stroke it—makes him comfy," Su Mengyan coached. Teaching daughter to jerk son? Thrilling.
"Oh." Awkward pump. "Comfy, Bro?"
"Very!" Nod—half-real; family-jerk rush.
"Both hands—too big," Xue Yan "taught."
Both on—egg-head peeked. Tiny hands? Beastlier. Women breathed heavy.
Minute gone—Xin'er clung: "Changed mind—three minutes each."
"Hog all night? Others wait," Su Mengqing chided.
Wang Yarou: "My turn!"
"One hand share?" Plea.
Sisters pondered: That addictive? Clingy sis.
Craving spiked.
Wang Yarou agreed. One-hand each—team-stroke.
Minute over—reluctant release.
"Me." Su Mengqing stepped, double-grip.
Bigger hands—half-head out. Thumb-ridge grind per stroke—shivers.
"Mengqing, no-wed? Into this?" Xue Yan teased.
"No-wed, not no-sex. Hate outsiders—Yue'er family. Love him—fair game. Only dick I'll touch—no marriage, but no celibacy."
Liu/Wang sisters pondered fates.