Paradox H - ☆, Kitchen

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When saying goodbye to Uncle Liang, Ling Sinan's face was flushed. Uncle Liang thought she was feeling unwell and wanted to ask Ling Qingyuan if he wanted to take her to see a doctor.
Ling Sinan hurriedly waved her hand, making an excuse that she needed to go to the toilet urgently, and quickly made her escape.
Ling Qingyuan casually put his hands in his pockets, chuckled softly, and followed.
The dishes on the table were covered with the ones that Aunt Liu had just prepared, but Ling Qingyuan didn't have much of an appetite for them.
Even the most delicious food will become tiresome if it always meets the Ling family's standards.
He glanced up casually and saw Ling Sinan just coming out of the restroom.
"Are you really in such a hurry?" Ling Qingyuan teased her.
Ling Sinan would never tell her that she had just cleaned up her sticky lower body; if her younger brother found out, he would probably tease her again.
She ignored Ling Qingyuan and walked past her younger brother expressionlessly, intending to get some rice.
I never want to talk to him again, that pervert.
"Sister," he called to her, "I want to..."
"Don't think about anything!" Ling Sinan turned around, pointing at him angrily, "Ling Qingyuan, are you even my brother? I've told you so many times that we're siblings and we can't do that kind of thing, why don't you listen? And you can do it anywhere, are you a male dog?!"
Ling Qingyuan was stunned by the scolding, frowning as if he was trying to think of something, then straightened his head and asked, "If I'm a male dog, what are you?"
"—You...you—you you—" Ling Sinan stammered "you you you" for a long time but couldn't squeeze out any words. The relationship between siblings is so tragic. Even if she wanted to scold him, she would scold herself as well.
He stood before her, his smile especially radiant.
Ling Sinan's heart pounded again.
Damn it.
A handsome man is a source of trouble.
“But you’re right about one thing.” Ling Qingyuan walked up, grabbed her index finger that she hadn’t yet retracted, bent down and chuckled: “I really can be flirtatious anywhere with you, sister.” Even though he was making a lewd joke, his eyebrows curved as he gazed at her, his eyes sparkling with the light of the sun, moon and stars.
Thump—the sound of a heartbeat rang out long and drawn out, like the tolling of a bell.
Ling Qingyuan watched her purse her thin pink lips and couldn't help but lower his head and give her a light peck.
"Sister, I want to..."
Ling Sinan covered her mouth and glared at him: "Don't even think about it!"
"I want to eat your drunken pork ribs."
Misunderstandings are not terrible; whoever makes the mistake is the one who feels embarrassed.
Ling Sinan, wearing an apron, was lost in thought as she mixed cornstarch, cooking wine, and pork ribs.
She had mentally prepared herself countless times to never cross that moral line with her younger brother again, but Ling Qingyuan only needed to tease her slightly to completely disarm her. She felt that this so-called resistance should be planned in the long term, such as avoiding being alone with her brother.
But as things stand now, the Ling couple often come home late or not at all, leaving only her and her younger brother in such a big house. How can they hide?
Of course, if she wanted to deliberately keep her distance from Qingyuan, being a bit tough wouldn't be a bad thing, but she just couldn't bring herself to be tough.
because……
"Sister, I'm hungry." Ling Qingyuan straddled the dining chair, resting his chin on the back of the chair, pleading pitifully.
She only glanced at it, and she felt flustered.
"Okay, okay." Ling Sinan snapped out of her daze, washed her hands, prepared a sauce, and started heating the oil in the pan.
My mind was filled with the image of Ling Qingyuan acting cute just now.
That's why.
He knows his strengths all too well.
As the ingredients were added to the oil, a fragrant aroma wafted to Ling Qingyuan's nose.
Ling Qingyuan tilted his head and leaned back in his chair. "When did you start learning to cook, sister?"
Ling Sinan expertly cooked the ribs, gently stirring them with her chopsticks: "When I was about twelve years old, my second uncle was quite busy at that time and sometimes didn't have time to come home, so he taught me how to fry eggs in a small pan..."
Ling Qingyuan listened quietly as his sister recounted her past memories, and before he knew it, the image of that twelve-year-old girl striving to live her life came to mind.
"My second uncle said that with this skill, I'm sure I won't have to worry about not being able to get married in the future." Ling Sinan chuckled and joked to herself. "He was worried that since I was raised by him since I was a child, I wouldn't have any femininity and no one would like me." As it turned out, her second uncle was overthinking it. Her independence from a young age made her more used to taking care of others, and she was actually more gentle and easy to get along with than girls her age. She was also more feminine, and with her naturally good looks, she had more and more suitors.
Ling Qingyuan pictured a scene in his mind: Ling Sinan, in her early twenties, wearing an apron, cooking for her husband who was returning home late. The man couldn't wait and stole a bite, exaggerating his praise for her cooking. Ling Sinan patted the man's back, telling him to wash his hands, and inadvertently revealed a shy expression—the alluring expression she only showed when she was under him.
My heart feels uncomfortable for no reason.
He swayed behind Ling Sinan and gently hugged his sister's waist.
"I like it."
Ling Sinan's chopsticks, which were still turning over the ribs, remained still.
"I like my older sister."
Ling Sinan cleared her throat: "I know you like me. If even my own brother doesn't like me, then I'm a pretty failure as his older sister."
Ling Qingyuan held her close, leaning lazily against her shoulder, his eyes filled with a somber light.
He simply closed his eyes and kissed her earlobe with his lips.
"Hmm." Ling Sinan turned her head away. "Qingyuan, don't do this anymore." She raised her free hand and pushed him away. "How many times do I have to tell you before you listen?" Her heart was tingling and itchy. Ling Sinan knew that she couldn't resist her younger brother at all.
Ling Qingyuan's hand slipped under the hem of her school uniform.
"I love you so much, sister..." he whispered, biting her ear, "I love your ears..."
Ling Sinan shuddered, biting her lower lip, almost forgetting to flip the golden-brown pork ribs over.
"I love your waist."
She resisted by pulling at him, but Ling Qingyuan had two free hands, while she only had one. His fingertips caressed her waist, and each time he touched a spot, it triggered a chain of itchiness.
"Hahaha..." Ling Sinan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't touch it, don't touch it, it tickles—"
Ling Qingyuan didn't open his eyes. Hearing her beg for mercy, he mischievously slid down to her navel and circled around it.
She bit her lip, straightened her body, and pushed both of his hands down, trying to get him away from the sensitive soft flesh at the end of her waist.
But because of this movement, her buttocks protruded slightly, pressing against the erect penis under his school trousers behind her.
Both of them froze for a second.
His breath brushed against Ling Sinan's ear: "So impatient?"
His lower body slowly pushed forward, rubbing and squeezing through the two pieces of his spring school uniform.
Ling Sinan quickly tried to pull back, but the hand that was pressing down on her instantly pressed against her lower abdomen, pulling her back to meet it.
"Mmm..." She heard Ling Qingyuan moan softly, and her body went limp as she heard the boy's passionate voice.
Ling Qingyuan was very gentle this time, not overly aggressive, but simply rubbing his lower body, which was wrapped around his genitals, against her.
Ling Sinan's face was flushed, and she felt an empty, itchy feeling down below, wanting to be penetrated by something.
It's clearly an attempt to avoid something, yet it also seems like an attempt to please.
"The ribs are going to burn, sister."
She quickly focused her attention on the ribs and hurriedly scooped them out, her hands frantically churning them.
Throughout this time, the two maintained a slight back-and-forth movement, their lower bodies pressed together.
Ling Sinan's newly changed underwear is sticky again.
"I really want to fuck you here naked..."
Ling Qingyuan turned his sister's face around, making her turn around and kiss him. He put his tongue into her mouth and, ignoring her resistance, intertwined his tongue with hers.
Two tongues intertwined wetly, and the sound of saliva exchanging filled the kitchen.
The kiss was indescribably erotic, until she was breathless, and a strand of saliva clung to Ling Qingyuan's lips as they parted.
Ling Sinan was still holding chopsticks in one hand, her other hand pressed against the tempered glass edge of the stove. Her buttocks were being pushed back, enduring wave after wave of impacts from behind. "No...uh...uh Qingyuan...don't do this..."
As Ling Qingyuan listened to his sister's intermittent pleas for mercy and moans, he felt each sound brushing against his lower body, and each word made his penis grow even larger.
His sister, his sister all to him.
He didn't want to give such a delicious older sister to any man.
So what if falling in love with her is incest? Does it mean that sleeping with her is also incestuous?
She should belong to him; every inch of her body should belong to him, including her heart.
He never thought about sleeping with other women; he only wanted to sleep with her.
Even as the younger brother, he could pour all his semen into his older sister's body and ruin her.
"...Mmm...Qingyuan...Let go, let go of me...No, don't do this, Qingyuan, Qingyuan..." she whimpered, trying to resist the aphrodisiac sensations that were overwhelming her desire.
"I really can't hold back anymore." Ling Qingyuan suddenly reached out and pulled down her panties, and then started to undo her belt.
In an instant, Ling Sinan's school trousers were covered with sticky liquid that had flowed from her genitals.
If you want to have sex with her, do it right here and penetrate her.
Hearing the sound of the belt buckle, Ling Sinan instantly sobered up.
She shoved her younger brother away abruptly: "Ling Qingyuan! Calm down!"
Ling Qingyuan was pushed back a few steps and stared at her blankly.
"sister……"
At this moment, she finally realized that she had once again succumbed to the desires brought on by her younger brother. Ling Sinan's nose tingled, and tears immediately fell.
"You're always like this, you never care about my feelings..."
She covered her mouth, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at her younger brother: "We're siblings, we can't sleep together! Don't you understand?!" Actually, she was even angrier at herself for failing to control herself time and time again. But after all, Ling Qingyuan was the one who started it all, so she could only vent her anger on him.
Looking at his sister who was truly angry, Ling Qingyuan, who was used to her usual obedience, felt at a loss for the first time in his life.
In the past, he wouldn't have cared what she thought. With his personality, he could easily subdue her. But now, something seems different.
He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and stared at her for a long time before finally managing to stammer, "I didn't..."
"What! You still dare to say you didn't?!"
"...We didn't go to bed together."
This is in the kitchen.
They're standing there.
"Ling Qingyuan." Ling Sinan was almost driven mad by him.
Ling Qingyuan stepped forward, intending to hug her, but she dodged him. He could only stand there with his eyebrows slightly lowered, and said in a soft, youthful voice, "Don't be angry."
Ling Sinan was about to ask for help when she smelled a burnt oily odor. A wisp of smoke rose behind her, and bits of raw meat and powder from the pot popped and crackled out.
"Oh no!" The oil is still burning!
"Don't move, I'll do it." Ling Qingyuan pushed her away first, and calmly turned off the stove, covered the pot, and moved it. His expression was calm and steady throughout, and his movements were smooth and seamless.
Ling Sinan looked away as she gazed at her younger brother's tall, straight back.
She knew perfectly well that Ling Qingyuan was not only her younger brother, but also a man.

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