A Romantic Tale at Sea

The chimes of the Customs
House startled the early-flying pigeons.
The cooing of the pigeons, mingled with the whistles of foreign ships on the Huangpu River, dispelled the thin mist of Shanghai's morning light—Shanghai awoke.
The clanging of trams and the clatter of manure carts mingled with the shouts of vendors selling breakfast; people began to move through the alleyways and the shikumen houses.
In Baoqing Lane, Zhang's mother, Liu Ailan, went out early to buy breakfast for her son, daughter, and granddaughter.
After greeting her neighbors, she carried a fried dough stick skewered on a chopstick in one hand and a stainless steel pot filled with soy milk in the other, its lid turned upside down, revealing a large pile of Nanxiang steamed buns.
She pushed open the black door with her shoulder, walking across the courtyard towards the living room, calling out loudly, "Xiao Chuan, Xiao Juan, come down for breakfast!"
After placing the breakfast on the eight-immortal table in the living room, neither her son nor daughter responded.
She hurriedly washed the greasy fried dough sticks off her hands in the kitchen, then turned and scurried upstairs, muttering to herself, "These two lazybones, still not up this late. They have to wait for their mother to pull them out of bed." She
first opened the door to her daughter's room in the back building, where her high school daughter, Zhang Xiao Juan, was sitting sleepily in the disheveled blankets, wearing only a small vest and her long, messy hair.
As a mother, she naturally felt sorry for her daughter.
Ailan draped a coat over her daughter's shoulders: "It's so cold, you're not even wearing a coat. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Xiao Juan asked groggily, "Mom, what time is it?"
"Almost seven o'clock, are you late?"
"Oh dear! I'm going to be late for class. Mom, please fold my blanket."
"Don't rush, don't rush. Take your time. If you're late, have your brother call a rickshaw to take you."
After making her daughter's bed, Ailan saw that there was still no movement from her son's upstairs, so she had to go and call him again.
Opening the door to the upstairs, it was still dark inside.
She went forward and pulled open the velvet window, and looking back, she saw her son on the large brass bed, still wrapped in a brocade quilt, fast asleep.
She yanked the blanket off her son: "Lazybones, get up! Didn't you tell me to wake you up earlier this morning?!"
Her son rolled over, muttering, "Mom, can I sleep a little longer?"
A man's yang energy is strongest in the morning, and when Zhang Xiaochuan rolled over, his bulging genitals were immediately exposed to his mother.
Even though they were still wearing shorts, it was enough to startle Ailan, who had been widowed for a long time. She quickly turned her head: "Xiaochuan, it's already seven o'clock, it's getting late. The soy milk will get cold if we stay any longer."
With that, she turned and went downstairs.
A little while later, the three of them finished washing up and sat down at the eight-immortal table in the living room.
Xiaochuan looked at the three of them and asked his mother, "Mom, where's Tingting? Why isn't she coming down yet?"
Tingting was Xiaochuan's daughter, only three years old, and she was going to attend a famous boarding kindergarten run by foreign nuns tomorrow.
Ailan replied, "Let the little one sleep in today. There won't be any more sleeping in tomorrow when she goes to kindergarten abroad."
Mom picked up the steamer basket on the table, and the little sister exclaimed, "Ah! There are steamed buns!"
She picked up her chopsticks and grabbed one.
"Be careful, be careful the soup splashes on your clothes,"
Mom warned while pouring soy milk for her children.
"Here, little sister. Let me pour you some vinegar."
"Thank you, brother."
Xiaochuan poured a dish of vinegar for himself and his mother, then picked up a steamed bun: "Little sister, let me teach you a trick. Watch: lift gently, move slowly, open the window first, then slurp the soup."
Saying this, he picked up the steamed bun from the vinegar dish, bit off a little bit of the thin skin, then slurped up the soup inside with a "slurping" sound, and then put the whole bun in his mouth and chewed.
The younger sister clapped her hands with a smile: "Brother, you're so clever!"
Ailan laughed too: "You little rascal, you've got so many tricks up your sleeve."
"I learned this from 'Luo Geli' at our newspaper office. You don't know how much fun he can get in Jiangbei dialect."
(Note: Geli, a derogatory term or joke used in old Shanghai for office workers who wore Western-style clothes, implying they valued appearances over substance and lacked confidence.) "Hmph, you call him 'Luo Geli,' but he calls you 'Zhang Geli' too!"
"You don't learn the good stuff. You're so old, your daughter should be in daycare, and you're still so naughty. You should think about serious matters!"
Xiao Chuan pretended to be confused: "Mom, what serious matters?"
"Brother, stop pretending! Of course, Mom is asking when you're going to find me another sister-in-law."
The younger sister winked at her brother while chewing on a steamed bun.
Xiao Chuan decided to play dumb: "Wife? I already have one. Child? Tingting is three years old and can go to daycare. As for... women? I trust your son and brother, they're quite adept at handling all sorts of women..."
"I'm worried about you! Women outside... be careful you don't find one..."
"Hehe, don't worry, Mom. My brother is worldly-wise, he won't bring home a 'female con artist' (a con artist is someone who cheats people out of money and sex)." "
Xiao Chuan, if you find someone you like, bring her home. You'll feel at ease if you bring her home..."
Seeing that his mother was about to launch into another long lecture about getting him married, Xiao Chuan quickly laughed it off: "Mom, we already have two beauties at home, why would I need to find another woman! Alam's mother and sister are both so beautiful, I've been out and about for so long, and I can't find any woman prettier than you two. It seems I'll have to find a wife from either of you, then Mom will feel at ease."
These words made both mother and daughter blush.
Ailan blushed and kept saying, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
Xiaojuan lowered her head and glanced at her brother out of the corner of her eye, giggling, "Brother, you're really something! You even want to take advantage of Mom and me. I don't know what you're like outside!"
Xiaochuan seized the opportunity to change the subject, "Sister, I'm right. You are young and beautiful, in your prime, that goes without saying. Look at Mom: we two children are all grown up, and we even have granddaughters; but do you think Mom looks like a grandmother? So young, so beautiful, so stylish! When she puts on a cheongsam, her figure and appearance are just too good!"
Xiaojuan looked closely and saw that her mother was indeed different today: a black velvet cheongsam wrapped around her plump and fair body, her hair was curly, and her face was as white as snow, making her look even more elegant, simple and beautiful.
Ailan felt uncomfortable under her daughter's gaze: "Why are you looking at your mother like that? It's giving me goosebumps."
"Mom, you look so beautiful! Dressed like this, you don't just look like our mom, you look like my brother's girlfriend standing next to him!"
"You're asking for it! You're the one who looks like your brother's girlfriend!"
Ailan blushed at her daughter's comment and quickly explained, "Today I'm taking Tingting to a foreign kindergarten for full-time care, so I dressed up a bit. Who knew you two..."
The family finished their breakfast happily.
Xiaochuan waved his hand: "Little sister, let's go. Let's call a rickshaw."
Xiaojuan took her brother's arm and walked out together.
◆◆◆Ruchen's Thoughts◆◆◆
Just as they reached the roadside, a rickshaw driver in a uniform approached them, soliciting business: "Sir, madam, need a rickshaw?"
"To Gezhi Middle School
first." Xiaochuan helped his sister into the rickshaw and then ordered.
"Sir, madam, please sit down."
The driver agreed and ran off.
After her brother got into the car, Xiao Juan coquettishly put her arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Brother, he called us 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.'..."
Xiao Chuan pulled his sister into his arms and said, "Little sister, are you saying that he thinks we look like a married couple and calls you 'Mrs.' That shows he has good taste, or that he thinks you're too old and has no taste at all?"
"Brother, you're so naughty! Of course, I mean... I mean..."
"Can't say it, can you?! Let me tell you... calling you 'Mrs.' means he has both good taste and no taste..."
"No, no. Brother, you always speak with veiled barbs... and you like to take advantage of me!"
"Nonsense. I just like you. So what do you mean?"
After chatting and laughing for a while, Xiao Juan rested her beautiful chin on her brother's shoulder and asked softly, "Brother, why don't you find another sister-in-law?"
"Xiao Juan, do you really want another sister-in-law?"
Xiao Chuan's tone became serious.
“No…you know, I had a good relationship with my ex-sister-in-law…”
“Just good…but I’m afraid that if I find someone else, they won’t get along as well as Tingting’s mother did with you and Mom…”
“Thank you, brother, for thinking of me and Mom. But…but…”
“But what?”
“You’ve been alone all this time, won’t you…won’t you…lonely?”
“Lonely? What are you talking about? I have a mother, a daughter, and you, my sweet little sister, how could I be lonely?”
“Oh, brother! Here we go again! The loneliness I’m talking about isn’t this kind of loneliness, it’s that kind of loneliness.”
“Look at you, what kind of ‘this kind,’ ‘that kind’? You’re supposed to be a top student at such a famous high school, and you can’t even speak Chinese properly…”
“Oh, brother, how could you…you’re just pretending to be confused!”
“When did I pretend to be confused? Is it that you’re not expressing yourself clearly?”
“I’ve expressed myself clearly enough. I’m asking you…without your sister-in-law…won’t you…lonely at night!
You bad brother.”
"Haha! Women love bad boys, right?"
"Any woman who falls for you is really unlucky; you'll drive her crazy."
"You hate me that much?"
"Hmph! How could I dare hate you? I just love you!"
"Oh? Love me? You really love me? Then why do you keep urging me to get married?"
"Yes—you said, 'Women love bad boys,' right? I love you so you can find a wife to keep you in check."
"Ha, you're wasting your time. Having Mom and me at home is enough. If you want to marry, I think you'd be the one to marry."
"Brother, here we go again. I'm ignoring you..."
A short while later, the rickshaw arrived at Nanjing Road.
A tram, its bell ringing, came along the brightly lit tracks from beneath the towering buildings of the Seven Heavens.
The rickshaw driver stopped, waited for the tram to pass, and then pulled the rickshaw across the bustling Nanjing Road paved with ironwood.
After crossing Nanjing Road and two more streets, we arrived at Xiao Juan's school.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Juan suddenly kissed her brother on the cheek: "Brother, I wish you weren't my real brother."
Then she jumped off the rickshaw and ran towards the school gate,
leaving Xiao Chuan looking puzzled.
"Sir, where are we going now?"
Finally, the driver's question brought Xiao Chuan back to his senses: "A little past the Shenbao newspaper office."
◆◆◆Office Charm◆◆◆
"Oh, 'Zhang Geli,' you've finally arrived!"
As soon as they entered the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief and veteran reporter, 'Luo Geli,' rang out in his Yangzhou-accented Shanghainese.
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Quick, quick! You need to finish your article from yesterday, 'The Tianchan Grand Stage and Qilin Tong,' as soon as possible. I heard that Boss Qi and Gu Zhuxiang's relationship is getting worse. Today, I heard from Boss Qi's violin teacher that Gu Zhuxiang threatened to cripple Boss Qilin Tong with sulfuric acid. Boss Qi bought a pistol from a foreign sailor last night, intending to fight that Gu guy to the death..."
"Is that so? That's headline news!"
"You bet! Add this to your article and try to get it in tonight's evening paper."
"Great! First, which Shanghai opera fan wouldn't care about news about Boss Qilin Tong, Zhou Xinfang? Our newspaper can grab the front page; second, it'll create some public opinion, scare that scoundrel Gu, and let him know that actors aren't pushovers."
"Hurry up. You're the only one in the office today."
"Eh, where are you going?"
"I heard Huang Jinrong is willing to help them settle things, so I have to go and follow up."
"Where's Xiao Liu?"
"The racecourse is having a race today, and as soon as he arrived, I sent him off to scout out the 'horse racing tips'."
After a brief commotion, the newspaper office quieted down, save for the scratching of pens on drawing paper.
Xiao Chuan buried himself in his work, writing furiously, and finished the manuscript in no time.
When he sighed and looked up, he saw a pair of beautiful, large eyes staring at him captivatingly… He sent the intern to the printing press, leaving only him and the beautiful, large-eyed woman in the office.
Getting up and taking off the Verdun suit he hadn't had time to remove, Xiao Chuan slowly walked towards those beautiful eyes.
As Xiaochuan approached, the beautiful owner of those large, beautiful eyes visibly stiffened her shoulders.
Although she was drawing something on a piece of paper with her head down, her long, fluttering eyelashes revealed just how excited and expectant she was.
Xiao Chuan moved behind her, bent down, and affectionately put his arm around her full, fragrant shoulder: "Su Su, your clothes are so thin!"
Her beautiful eyes didn't even lift up: "Are you done?"
Xiao Chuan's lips pressed against her long, flowing hair, and he took a deep breath: "Your hair smells so good!
Finally finished."
Clearly, the owner of the fragrant hair began to breathe rapidly: "Is anyone else in the office?"
One of Xiao Chuan's hands stroked the smooth neck of the long-haired woman, while the other slid down her shoulder blade, invading her lower body: "I just sent the intern to the printing shop, now it's just the two of us..."
"So, you're being presumptuous with me. Is that it?"
Xiao Chuan had already turned her face towards him, and his beautiful eyes were now watery and full of spring, her nostrils flaring rapidly, and her pearly teeth were lightly biting her lower lip.
He kissed her already flushed cheeks and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Little Su, I'm not only going to be unrestrained, I'm also going to..."
"Want what?"
Xiao Chuan picked up the beauty in front of him and said, "I'm going to let you release your water at our usual spot—the third kind of water!"
"Oh! You're so naughty!"
She said, and her little fist landed on Xiao Chuan's shoulder.
The usual spot was the newspaper's archives.
Inside were rows of bookshelves piled with various newspapers, magazines, and books.
At the very back was a double desk for the newspaper staff to copy information.
And now, this huge desk was the balcony where Xiao Chuan and his lover, Miss Su, made their love affair.
Xiao Chuan kissed the beauty in his arms and put her down on the desk.
Neither of them took off their clothes. Xiao Chuan only unbuttoned Su Su's outer garment and pushed up her sweater, exposing her fair chest to his eyes.
Su Su pushed Xiao Chuan away, lifted her clothes, and turned her smooth, jade-like back to him: "Come on, help me."
Xiao Chuan helped her unhook her bra, and it came undone in an instant.
Xiao Chuan hugged her tightly, reaching forward to cup her two protruding breasts.
Instantly, a warm, soft sensation filled his palms.
He caressed her two warm, dovetail-like breasts with affection.
He leaned his head under Su's armpits and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, and she let out a moan: "Don't be so rough."
She said, pressing Xiao Chuan's head down.
He gently stroked her, making her feel completely comfortable.
His wandering hands stopped and gently pinched her beautiful nipples.
Su's nipples hardened, like two cherries, so beautiful, so alluring.
Xiao Chuan's hands seemed to be electrified, and she felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body trembling, panting heavily: "So good!... Xiao Chuan... be gentle... it hurts... ah... good... good..."
Xiao Chuan lowered his head and sucked on one of her nipples, asking indistinctly, "More comfortable than your cousin... right?!"
"Use... harder... rub... Da Ling... don't mention him... okay... if my family didn't insist... I would definitely... marry you..."
Xiao Chuan didn't answer, using his other hand to lift Su Su's skirt and slip his hand inside her panties.
Su Su's lower abdomen revealed a protruding vulva covered in short but abundant hair.
Her vulva was already dripping with vaginal fluid.
Xiao Chuan released Su Su, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants: "Su Su, help me with this."
"You bad boy, you keep taking advantage of my thing. I don't want to."
She said this, but looking at his thick, large, white-pink penis, she reached out and grabbed it, gently squeezing and stroking it.
Seeing that she had grasped his penis, Xiao Chuan reached out and pulled off her panties. She didn't resist and quickly took them off.
Miss Su's vulva was very full, high up, with short pubic hair, and two bright red labia that were so beautiful and tender.
This half-naked girl who drove him crazy had Xiao Chuan completely intoxicated by her gaze.
He lay on top of Su Su and inserted a finger into her flower, without any resistance.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Susu, the Huangpu River is high in the tide."
She raised her arm to shield her eyes, "You bad man, don't mess with me, okay?"
The fragrance emanating from her mouth instantly overwhelmed Xiao Chuan, making him lose all sense of direction.
She held him tightly, her soft, moist tongue pressing against this 'bad man's' mouth, kissing him passionately. Her slender fingers grasped his already engorged penis, slowly guiding it into her warm vagina.
Xiao Chuan lifted her arms and thrust hard, his entire penis plunging in.
He groaned, and she let out a long breath.
They remained still for a long time.
She gently kissed Xiao Chuan's face, and he simply remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her movements, and her lubrication.
After countless trysts, he knew Susu loved this slow, gentle thrusting, so he began to thrust slowly.
After hundreds of thrusts, Xiao Chuan tried to gradually increase the speed of his thrusts.
Su Su's vagina was already quite wet and slippery, and Xiao Chuan quickly began thrusting his large penis in and out.
Although she was afraid someone might suddenly come in, she bit Xiao Chuan's collar, but her moans gradually grew louder and more wanton!
"Ah...good...Big Brother...it feels so good...harder...yes...I like this feeling...harder...ah...so good...so itchy...my good baby...use your big baby...fuck me...fuck my...hole...my cunt...oh...oh...so good...ah...ah...baby...ah..."
She kept suppressing her moans, her eyes slightly closed, emitting rapid, lewd sounds.
Her slender waist swayed like a water snake, bobbing and yielding, sucking and swallowing.
Xiao Chuan was also getting into the swing of things, his jade stem thrusting in and out of her flower bush, thrusting in and out to the left and right, making her pant heavily, her jade legs swaying uncontrollably, her beautiful hair disheveled and covering her pink neck, panting heavily.
The melodious sounds of "Puzz! Puzz!" echoed in the small room, rising and falling in rhythm.
"Oh...oh...slow...slow down..."
Amidst the continuous moans, Su Su kept her eyes tightly shut, her head swaying from side to side.
Her vagina was narrow and deep, the opening burning hot, her juices flowing like a torrent.
This compelled Xiao Chuan to thrust his penis forward forcefully.
Su Su let out a moan, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, her mouth wide open, emitting an electric shock-like groan.
She bit her lips tightly for a full minute, then suddenly thrust powerfully again, muffledly crying out, "Oh! Chuan...don't move...I...I'm going to die...I'm finished...I'm finished..."
Xiao Chuan, following his lover's wishes, pressed his hips tightly together, his penis pressed against the opening, feeling the deep mons pubis sucking at his glans, sucking, spitting, thrusting, and rubbing, like a surging hot current spraying onto his glans, scalding him until his whole body convulsed.
A surge of heat welled up at the baby's clitoris, and Xiao Chuan used all his strength to press her legs towards her chest, kneading her thighs forward with all his might... A surge of heat coursed through him, his juices overflowing, a hot spring flowing from the base of his penis to the head, shooting deep into the sweet depths of the beauty in his arms... II. Mother's Heart is Heavy as Water
In the afternoon, as soon as Editor-in-Chief Luo called, Xiao Chuan rushed to Huang Jinrong's Huang Family Garden in Caohejing.
It wasn't until late at night, after a boisterous reconciliation banquet, that he finally took a rickshaw home along Avenue Joffre.
Tall plane trees blocked the streetlights, and the rickshaw driver hurried along.
In the distance, near Jing'an Temple, the neon lights of the Paramount Ballroom flickered with changing fluorescent glows, and a faint melody drifted over: "Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you too are a city that never sleeps, the lights come on, ... songs and dances abound. Wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves, reveling in the world, reveling in youth..."
Reaching the alleyway entrance, after dismissing the driver, Xiao Chuan glanced around and saw that the alleyway was sparsely lit; everyone was almost asleep.
"Ah..."
Xiao Chuan yawned deeply. "So tired! Quickly wash your face and feet, go to bed."
The house was also dark.
His mother and younger sister were probably asleep!
Without turning on the light, Xiao Chuan tossed his purse onto the eight-immortal table in the living room and tiptoed towards the kitchen in the back.
"Snap!" He switched on the light, but only heard a startled scream, "Wow!" which jumped out of his skin.
Under the dim light, the small kitchen was filled with steam, like wisps of gauze floating in the air.
A snow-white body, clutching its chest, turned around abruptly from within the gauze.
"You scared me to death! It's you!"
It was Mom taking a bath.
Ailan let out a long sigh: "Why did you come in so quietly?"
Seeing it was her son, Ailan lowered her arm from her chest, casually covering her lower body with a towel.
Xiaochuan glanced at his mother's body, then quickly lowered his eyes, his heart pounding.
Half of it was from the genuine fright he'd just experienced, and half was from the irresistible allure of his mother's naked body.
Although his mother was already a grandmother, she was only thirty-six years old because she and he had married and had children early.
Women from Jiangnan, especially those from wealthy families, are skilled at maintaining their appearance. My mother's figure was still incredibly beautiful: rounded, slender shoulders, arms like tender lotus roots, a pair of large, firm breasts that trembled like freshly peeled chicken heads, two bright red nipples like grapes ready to be picked; a slender waist that seemed fragile enough to bend in the wind, wide hips connecting to long, slender, and full legs… A strange feeling welled up inside him, and his lower body reacted in a strange way, but Xiao Chuan kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear anything, so I came in. I… I'll go out now. You can take your time washing."
"Never mind," Ai Lan stared intently at her beloved son for a few moments, then turned her back to him and sat back down in the bathtub. "I was going to soak for a while. That's why I didn't make a sound."
Xiao Chuan was still somewhat embarrassed, turning back to say, "I'm going out. Call me when you're done washing."
"Since you're here, could you help me rub my back? Mom's getting old, and my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be, so it's very inconvenient to rub my back."
"This... isn't that inconvenient?"
Although Xiao Chuan really wanted to admire his mother's mature, naked body again, his mother's request still made him stammer.
"What are you afraid of? You crawled out of my belly, not some random guy! Besides, you're a grown man yourself, it's not like it's the first time you've seen a naked woman. Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"
Xiao Chuan composed himself, took off his coat, hung it on the hook behind the kitchen door, then pulled up a small stool and sat down behind his mother.
Ai Lan handed him a loofah sponge.
Xiao Chuan glanced at his mother's round breasts from under her armpits, then silently took the loofah sponge from her hand and began to rub her back.
Stroking his mother's smooth, white skin, Xiao Chuan exclaimed sincerely, "Mom, your skin is so beautiful. It's even smoother than a twenty-year-old girl's skin. And you were just saying you were old!"
"You little rascal, your lips are getting more and more cunning! Trying to seduce girls on your own mother?"
"Mom..."
Xiao Chuan held his mother's smooth, soft shoulder with one hand, and with the other, he used a loofah to rub along her spine on her jade-like back. "I'm really not lying. Look, your skin is so white and smooth. None of the girls I know have skin as good as yours."
Ai Lan felt very comfortable from her son's massage.
She closed her eyes, fully enjoying her son's rare pampering, her mouth involuntarily emitting soft moans as he rubbed her up and down: "...Hmm...a little to the side...yes, yes...how many women's skin have you seen? Just say it like that...ah...here...good...besides, the skin on my back is always inside my clothes, maybe it's better than the skin on a twenty-something-year-old girl's exposed skin. Don't you think so?"
Xiao Chuan was a little unconvinced, putting down the loofah sponge, and stroking his hands down his mother's shoulder blades: "Mom, what I've seen..." Not the exposed skin on the face and hands, but the skin underneath the little girl's clothes. "When
her son's generous and gentle palm touched her back, Ailan's muscles couldn't help but tighten. Although she felt something was wrong in her heart, she couldn't bear to refuse: "Is it the 'Chang San' from Sima Road (Shanghai's current Fuzhou Road, which used to be the center of brothels) (Chang San Tangzi is a high-end brothel on Sima Road, so at that time, the higher-end prostitutes were always called 'Chang San'), or the lady from Paramount? Comparing my mother to that kind of woman?
"Mom." Don’t you know what kind of person your son is? How could I go to a place like Sima Road? !
Even if you go to Paramount, it's always Ziladong (self-help means bringing your own women to dance). "
Ailan felt a sense of sourness in her heart for some reason, and curled her lips: "Humph! You are too outrageous. Compare your mother to your mistress. "
The mother and son were chatting so much that it no longer seemed like a conversation between mother and son, but a flirtation between a man and a woman.
Especially Ailan's coquettish tone made Xiaochuan feel as if his mother, Ailan, was his lover.
His heart fluttered, and his hands, which were caressing Ailan's waist, tightened, pulling his naked mother into his arms: "Mom, they are my girlfriends, not lovers. But no matter what, none of them can compare to you..."
"If I sleep with you without marrying you, what else is that but a lover?"
Ailan's eyes also became somewhat hazy. "How many lovers...girlfriends do you have?"
She struggled a few times, then relaxed, resting her wet back against her son's chest.
Xiaochuan couldn't help but hug his mother's naked body tightly, his hands kneading her flat, soft belly: "Many, that's because your son is capable."
"No matter how capable I am, if no one is willing to marry me, it's useless."
Ailan rested her head on her son's shoulder, speaking slightly breathlessly.
“None of them have a face as beautiful as yours, Mom, such long hair, such a slender waist, such smooth skin, such big, round… breasts…”
“You’re going to kill me! Let go! Where are you touching?”
Ailan then realized that one of her son’s hands was already kneading her breasts, and she quickly tried to push his hand away.
“Mom, I’m your son.”
Xiaochuan pushed away his mother’s hand. “I’ve touched this place often since I was little, and I’ve often sucked on it with my mouth.”
Ailan’s breathing became rapid as her son touched her: “Don’t do this. You’re in your early twenties now. Your daughter is three years old. You shouldn’t touch your mother here anymore.”
“I’m still your son. From when you were fifteen and gave birth to me until now, I will always be your son. What’s wrong with a son touching the place where his mother nourishes him?”
As he spoke, Xiaochuan covered one of his mother’s breasts with both hands and gently rubbed it.
Ailan resisted for a while, but had no choice but to acknowledge her son.
But she still wanted to maintain a mother's composure: "Alright, just hug me for a little while. But... don't touch... anything else... anywhere else."
"Other places? What are
you talking about, Mom?" "I'm not talking to you anymore," Ailan grabbed her son's hand that was trying to move downwards, "You're getting more and more ridiculous. Okay, just hug Mom like this for a bit... that's enough."
Holding his mother like this, kneading her full, firm breasts, Xiaochuan was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
He turned his head and took his mother's earlobe in his mouth, gently beginning to suckle.
Ailan's face was flushed.
She had only wanted her son to rub her back, how did it turn out like this?
She felt that every sweet word, every gentle movement from her son filled the hazy desire in her heart, and that every crevice in her heart was soothed by her son's tenderness... Was she thinking about men?
She longed for a man's shoulder, a man's embrace, a man's large hands, a man's... But Xiao Chuan's father had been dead for ten years, and she had never been attracted to any man!
Yet today, her son had stirred her heartstrings?
Xiao Chuan kissed his mother's delicate, burning cheeks, kneading her round, full breasts, but his mind was free of any other thoughts.
He only felt that the woman in his arms was not only his biological mother, but also a beautiful young woman with a yearning heart, just like his lovers, needing his tender caresses.
At 17, he married his childhood fiancée at his mother's betrothal.
The following year, however, his wife died of hematuria after giving birth to their daughter, Li Ting.
At this time, he joined a small newspaper in which his family owned shares.
With his talent, Xiao Chuan became a well-known quick-fire writer in the newspaper industry before he was even 20, and also won the hearts of many women.
Among his lovers were colleagues from the newspaper, a tycoon's mistress, actresses he had interviewed, and minor stars, but he never made a move on his own mother.
Although his mother was just as beautiful, she was, after all, his mother who gave birth to him and raised him.
But today was different… He didn't have time to think it through and used his tried-and-true method of seduction on his mother.
His mother's cheeks were so smooth, and her red lips must have been even more delicate.
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to his mother's crimson lips.
Ailan closed her eyes, letting her son do as he pleased.
But when her son's nimble tongue squeezed between her teeth, teasing her fragrant tongue, this unprecedented sensation suddenly jolted her awake.
"No, no…"
Ailan suddenly struggled out of her son's arms, jumping out of the bathtub dripping wet, exposing her plump, soft, round buttocks to her son's eyes.
Xiaochuan was taken aback. How could his mother, who had just been so docile and allowed him to take liberties, react so violently?
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Ailan's body twitched, and she lowered her head, stammering, "Xiaochuan, I... I'm still... still your mother, not your... girlfriend... Don't treat me like this..."
Xiaochuan paused, wanting to say something, but remained silent.
After a while, he picked up a towel: "Mom, sit down. Standing for so long will make you catch a cold."
"...Forget it. I basically finished washing before you came back."
Xiaochuan soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out: "Then, let me dry you."
Ailan suddenly turned to face her son: "Xiaochuan, don't... do that to me again. I can't take it! After all... after all, I'm your mother."
Xiaochuan forced himself not to stare at his mother's dark triangle, nodded, and unfolded the towel to begin drying her.
Ailan was a little afraid to face her handsome son, closing her eyes and letting him do as he pleased.
Her shoulders were a little cold.
Water droplets trickled down her neck and shoulders.
Her mother's hair, disheveled from their recent intimacy, cascaded down her back and chest, a few strands obscuring her nipples.
Xiaochuan gently lifted his mother's long hair and tucked it behind Ailan's back.
Ailan's body trembled slightly.
Xiaochuan's towel touched his mother's chest; her two large breasts still gleamed a pale white in the dim light.
The snow-white towel separated his hand from his mother's breasts by a thin layer.
But Xiaochuan could still clearly feel the hard, erect nipples on his mother's two full, elastic mounds trembling with her rapid breathing.
Xiao Chuan didn't dare linger. After quickly drying his mother, he moved his hands to her armpits.
When he finished drying his mother's smooth, flat abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, Xiao Chuan's hands began to move towards her navel. Ai Lan blushed and stopped her son, saying in a voice barely above a whisper, "No... let Mom do the rest herself. You... you help Mom wipe her back..."
Xiao Chuan silently moved behind his mother.
The moisture there had already been absorbed by his shirt, with only traces of water remaining on his buttocks where he had been sitting in the water.
After gently wiping his mother's upper body, Xiao Chuan's hands, wrapped in a towel, moved to his mother's buttocks.
As he wiped down the round curves, Xiao Chuan noticed his mother's buttocks move, and a flash of white quickly disappeared from her cleft.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, 'Mom is wiping her... vulva...' The desire that his mother had suppressed earlier flared up again, and his swollen penis created an even higher tent in his pants.
He couldn't resist pulling his mother into his arms again.
Ailan's heart was in turmoil, pounding like a trapped deer. She could hear
her son's rapid breathing, feel his masculine scent on her cheek, feel his broad chest against her back, and his hot, large hand against her abdomen.
Although his hand wasn't on her breasts, something hard and thick was pressing against her buttocks… 'No… if this continues, I'll go crazy… having sex with my son… that's incest, it'll be punished by heaven, I'll be called a 'bastard'… a filthy soup… something burned by heavenly fire…' Finally, she made up her mind and gently pushed her son away: "Get Mommy's bathrobe. I'm done washing…"
Watching his mother's hurried departure, Xiaochuan was somewhat stunned.
He had seen his mother's back for at least twenty years, so why did it stir such passion in him tonight?
A mother is still a mother!
No matter how beautiful she is, she's still the mother who gave birth to him and raised him!
To have sexual desire for her is blasphemy!
With a heavy heart, Xiao Chuan poured out his mother's bathwater, poured some hot water from the thermos, quickly washed himself, and went upstairs.
He didn't know how the battle between lust and reason would end; Xiao Chuan's mind was a complete mess.
He didn't even know what he was thinking; his mind was just blank and restless.
In his room, he took off his clothes, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on the bed, only to feel a wave of irritation.
He sat up, then lay back down; then sat up again.
After several repetitions, Xiao Chuan cursed, "Damn it! What's wrong with me today?"
He then got up and paced back and forth in the room.
'Never mind, I'd better go check on how my daughter is sleeping.' He had only taken a few steps after turning out of the corridor when he slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory! Didn't Tingting go to kindergarten today?"
He turned back, only to find a sliver of light shining from his sister Xiaojuan's room.
"Little sister, how can you still be awake so late?"
Xiaochuan pushed open the slightly ajar door and peeked in, asking.
Xiaojuan
was wearing a vest and shorts, a quilt wrapped around her like a cape, two pillows propped up against the bed rails as cushions, engrossed in a book under the wall lamp.
Startled by someone peeking in, Xiaojuan quickly hid the book under the covers.
Only after recognizing her brother did she breathe a sigh of relief: "Oh, it's you, brother. You scared me!"
"What are you reading? Why are you so focused?"
Xiaochuan strolled to his sister's bedside.
“Come sit up, I’ll show you.”
Xiao Chuan leaned against the bed rail, sat down next to his sister, took the book from Xiao Juan, and flipped open the cover: “Oh my, it’s Zhang Jingsheng’s *The Book of Sexuality*! What’s there to be afraid of?”
(Note: Zhang Jingsheng—a PhD who studied in France, wrote the *The Book of Sexuality* series after returning to China in the 1920s, exploring sexual relationships and issues between men and women, advocating that in both marriage and love, men and women should prioritize the enjoyment of sex. Zhang was a scholar, not a womanizer, but because of *The Book of Sexuality*, he was criticized by many Daoist scholars as a licentious person.) Xiao Juan’s face was flushed, whether from shyness or excitement, it was hard to tell: “I’m afraid Mom will come in. If Mom sees me reading this kind of book, she’ll definitely scold me.”
“You’re so old now…it’s good to read. But Mom scolded you because you’ll catch a cold reading like that.”
Xiao Juan lifted the blanket, revealing her body, which was only wearing a vest and shorts: “Reading like this is comfortable and convenient.
If I get tired of reading or feel sleepy, I can just lie down and sleep. It’s not cold at all.”
Xiao Chuan glanced at his sister’s rounded shoulders and bare thighs: “Alright, alright. Be careful not to catch a cold, quickly wrap yourself up in the blanket.”
“I’m not cold. It’s just that you’re only wearing pajamas, you’re going to catch a cold.”
“Oh, I forgot that Tingting started daycare today, I wanted to come out and see her. I’m wearing too little.
Do you have a blanket? Let me wrap myself in it, and we can chat.”
Xiao Juan spread the blanket, bent her thighs and moved her buttocks to the side: “Why do you need to look for a blanket? Let’s crawl under the blanket together to warm up.”
Xiao Chuan’s eyes quickly swept over his sister’s bent thighs.
There, barely visible, was a small, full mound between his sister's thighs, encased in white shorts.
He glanced again at his sister's bare legs and the slightly protruding breasts tightly wrapped in her tank top, and felt a stirring in his lower body. He said guiltily, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate... We're not children anymore. Wearing so little, sharing a blanket... it's a little..."
"Hehe, brother, you're embarrassed!"
Xiao Juan scratched her face. "You're my brother, and I'm your sister. It's not like... a lone man and woman doing something naughty..."
As she spoke, she became embarrassed, her face flushing red, and she said coquettishly, "Are you coming in or not?"
Xiao Chuan smiled and shook his head, unable to resist the temptation, he crawled over and snuggled into the blanket, pressing himself against his sister's against the bed rail.
"Oh dear, there's not enough blanket."
Xiao Juan was using a four-and-a-half-foot blanket, wide and large enough for one person, but clearly too small for two people side-by-side.
“Brother, sit here. I’ll sit on you, and you can hold me. That way, the blanket will be enough.”
Xiao Juan said, sitting on her brother’s lap.
Xiao Chuan couldn’t take it anymore; his penis was already as hard as an iron rod, and he was afraid his sister would find out.
He quickly used the excuse of helping his sister adjust her sitting position to tuck his penis between her thighs.
But his hands inevitably ended up kneading his sister's round, soft buttocks, even rubbing against her cleft through her underwear.
This made his penis even harder, but he couldn't let it out, as it was trapped between his thighs.
Otherwise, it would definitely touch his sister's cleft, which would be even more embarrassing.
Xiao Chuan complained, half ashamed and half ashamed, "Xiao Juan, hugging like this, even if we're siblings, it's too awkward, isn't it?"
His sister giggled and hugged her brother's head, her breath sweet as orchids against his face. "Anyway, Mom's already asleep, she won't come in and scold us. What's there to be afraid of?!"
Xiao Chuan couldn't help but wrap one arm around his sister's slender waist and the other around her soft, pink thigh. "I'm not afraid. What about you? Aren't you afraid your brother will eat you up?"
Xiao Juan playfully wrinkled her nose, closed her eyes, and looked ready to be taken. "If you want to do something bad, there's nothing I can do. Who told me to be your sister, and to offer myself up like this?"
Holding the soft, fragrant young girl's body in his arms, separated only by a thin layer of underwear, truly made the young, frivolous brother, barely in his twenties, lose all control.
Xiao Chuan lowered his head and gently kissed his sister's delicate cheek.
Xiao Juan cried out and hugged her brother tightly, pressing her cheek against his face and her body against his chest: "Brother, hug me... I want you to hug me..."
Xiao Chuan also became excited, one hand patting her back, the other holding her buttocks, holding his sister tightly in his arms.
Xiao Juan murmured "Ah, uh..." as she hugged her brother's neck tightly, pressing her newly developed breasts against his chest.
Her hair brushed against Xiao Chuan's nose, her girlish scent so alluring.
He almost forgot that the writhing beauty in his arms was his sister, responding passionately, kneading the girl's round, soft buttocks and thighs.
His lips parted her disheveled long hair, sucking and kissing her smooth neck.
Xiao Juan's buttocks, thighs, and even her whole body writhed against her brother.
Her brother's penis had long since lost control, suffering a brutal "ravage" beneath her buttocks.
Her thighs were tightly clenched, constantly twisting, as if rubbing against each other.
Xiao Chuan's hand tried several times to penetrate the forbidden zone, but was blocked at the 'door' by his sister's enthusiasm.
Finally, when Xiao Chuan's palm entered his sister's crotch, Xiao Juan unexpectedly clamped her brother's large hand tightly.
Xiao Chuan could feel his sister's warm and wetness.
Through the damp 'Bao Da Xiang' white cotton shorts, he could feel the round, plump mound of flesh at the base of his sister's thighs, with a taut slit in the middle, already dripping wet.
Xiao Juan's thighs were clamped around her brother's hand, twisting on their own, and she would occasionally let out moans of "...ah..." with each twist.
From the feeling of that slit and his sister's only knowing how to create pleasure by twisting her hand, Xiao Chuan knew: his sister must still be a virgin!
Even when she masturbated, she only knew how to squeeze her genitals.
His sister's buttocks were pressing against Xiao Chuan's penis, grinding it incessantly, stimulating him to the point of almost bursting.
He knew his sister had long since reached her breaking point. If he took just one more step, she wouldn't back down like their mother had.
But… could it work?
After all, she was his own sister, born of the same mother!
Just now, facing his naked mother, he almost lost control.
That was because his mother's mature, womanly beauty was exactly what he loved!
Those round, perky, full breasts, that slender, smooth waist, and most attractively, those round, plump buttocks… every feature exuded a mature and alluring sexual charm.
His sister in his arms had grown into a young woman, with rounded buttocks, perky breasts, a slender waist, and long legs.
But she was still just a delicate, charming young girl.
She didn't yet possess her mother's lethality.
Even her current alluring and seductive demeanor, in the eyes of a man like Xiao Chuan, who always prided himself on his chivalry, made him feel even more 'pity' and 'cherish' than to subject her to the ravages of a "flowering tree destroyed by wind and rain."
Xiao Chuan composed himself and vigorously rubbed his hand against his sister's genitals, eliciting a soft moan from Xiao Juan: "Ah... Brother... I... it feels so good... Yes, yes... a little more force... Yes, I... ah, ah..."
Xiao Chuan whispered in his sister's ear, "Xiao Juan, is that enough? If you keep going like this, I won't be able to take it..."
Hearing this, Xiao Juan immediately stopped wriggling, buried her face deeply in her brother's shoulder, and said indistinctly, "I'm sorry, Brother. I... was I being too grotesque?"
Xiao Chuan pulled his hand away from his sister's crotch and slapped her round, pink buttocks, making Xiao Juan cry out, "...Be gentle, Brother. Can't you be a little gentler on a girl's bottom?"
"Who was it that told me to use more force just now? Now they want me to be gentle. Okay, Brother will rub gently."
Saying this, Xiao Chuan began to rub his sister's buttocks.
Xiao Juan hugged her brother's shoulders, seemingly burying her face even deeper: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm not talking to you anymore... It feels so good... You, as the older brother, are bullying me!" "
Bullying you? If I weren't your older brother, I would have already..."
"What about me?"
"Take off your 'virginity'!"
"Oh dear, how could you be so shameless..."
Xiao Chuan happily patted his sister's back, letting her breasts rub against his chest: "The way you looked just now, you were so full of spring passion. What man could resist seeing that?"
Xiao Juan raised her blushing face, her white teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes looking at her brother with watery eyes: "How could you resist?"
Xiao Chuan looked at his sister's delicate face and couldn't help but lean in and kiss her cheek.
Xiao Juan immediately closed her eyes tightly, letting her brother take liberties with her.
Xiao Chuan said softly, "You're my sister. How could I possibly take advantage of you?"
Xiao Juan replied shyly, "I believe you. But...but..."
"But what?"
Xiao Chuan gently stroked his sister's hair.
"But...but, you can't laugh at me after I tell you!"
Xiao Juan's long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes sparkling with an unusual light.
Xiao Chuan nodded.
He had guessed what his sister would say, and his heart fluttered.
Seeing her brother nod solemnly, Xiao Juan lowered her eyes and said softly, "But if I really had to give my most precious thing to you, brother...I would be very happy too..."
After saying this, she buried her head in her brother's arms again, blushing.
Although he had expected his little sister, who had always been very dependent on him, to say such things, Xiao Chuan was still filled with mixed emotions.
Although his sister's physical allure couldn't compare to his mother's, she was, after all, a young girl.
His mother was full and shapely, while his sister was slender and charming; his mother's beauty was the radiance of a mature woman, while his sister was full of the tenderness of a young girl in her prime; his mother was reserved, while his sister was generous... He was suddenly moved: his beautiful and charming sister was a top-notch woman in every way, and moreover, she had always been as dependent on him as a little bird since childhood.
Today, she was clearly offering herself to him, obviously influenced by Zhang Jingsheng's "Sexual Classic," which advocated enjoying the pleasures of sex to the fullest, and probably also by his own deeply admired "cup of water" philosophy of love. Picking this flower of his sister would be as easy as turning his head.
(Note: "Cup of Water Theory"—a very popular view of love in Shanghai and Beijing intellectual circles in the 1920s and 30s, meaning: love is like water; if you plunge into a river, you'll drown; I just need to drink it cup by cup. See Ding Ling's *Miss Sophie's Diary*.) But, his sister wasn't just any woman; she was his own flesh and blood. Could he really do this?
Desire clashed with reason, impulse with restraint, and affection with love. Reason and affection temporarily prevailed.
Xiao Chuan decided to play the role of brother, not lover.
He gently lifted his sister's chin, gave her a light, fleeting kiss, and said softly, "Xiao Juan, I like you very much too. But we are siblings after all; we can't do that kind of thing."
Xiao Juan tried her best to control herself, not letting disappointment show on her face; her bright eyes sparkled with a crystalline light.
She dared not look into her brother's eyes, afraid that tears would spill over: "Brother, I know my thoughts are wishful thinking. No matter what, a brother would never sleep with his sister. Even if a sister loves her brother..."
Looking at his beloved sister's pitiful appearance, Xiao Chuan felt as if something in his heart shattered like fragile glass with a 'clang'!
He couldn't help but want to tell his sister how much he loved her too!
He would do anything for her, even if it meant going to hell, especially when it came to doing the happiest thing with his sister... "Brother, can you teach me how to kiss? I've never tasted kissing before."
His sister's compromise was
something Xiao Chuan couldn't bear to refuse. He cupped his sister's face and lovingly kissed her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and chin, then pressed his face closer, gently caressing her cheeks.
Xiao Juan closed her eyes, her breathing becoming heavier, her warm breath trembling and rapid through her slightly parted lips near her brother's ear.
Xiao Chuan was irresistibly aroused by his sister's passion.
He pulled Xiao Juan closer and pressed his lips to hers.
Her moist, warm tongue drifted over, soft as if melting into his mouth… Their tongues mingled passionately, and their bodies reacted intensely.
Xiao Chuan held his sister tightly, making no attempt to hide his desire, his hands gently caressing her smooth back and shoulders exposed beneath her undershirt.
She began to make soft, nasal sounds, her arms tightly wrapped around Xiao Chuan, her fingers frantically clenching and unclenching on his back and waist.
Xiao Chuan slowly released his lips from his kiss, pressing his cheek against hers.
The siblings breathed softly, savoring the warmth after their passionate kiss.
Xiao Juan took one of her brother's hands and placed it on her budding breasts, letting him knead them through her undershirt.
“Brother, every part of my body belongs to you. Whenever you want me to give it to you, I’ll do it.”
Xiao Chuan excitedly hugged his sister tightly, gently stroking her hair: “Good sister, I really can’t… so I’ll just have to give you pleasure like this…”
As he spoke, he moved his hand from her hair to her buttocks, parted her panties, and slipped his fingers into Xiao Juan’s cleft.
The first time her delicate bud was directly touched by rough, hard male fingers, Xiao Juan was both excited and nervous.
Although her brother’s fingers were rougher than hers, his movements were incredibly gentle.
She felt his fingertips slide from her anus across her perineum, enveloping her entire vulva in his palm.
Xiao Juan trembled with tension.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t touched herself there before, but today it was her brother’s hand touching her—the brother she had always loved since childhood!
She was only 13 when her brother got married, her heart still innocent, yet she already felt a subtle jealousy towards the woman who could sleep with her brother every day.
However, her sister-in-law was a very obedient girl, treating her like her own sister.
So, although she still felt a touch of jealousy towards her sister-in-law's ever-present happiness, she still began to like the pretty young woman.
So much so that when her sister-in-law passed away, she felt a strange, faint sense of relief mixed with guilt.
Even after marriage, her brother remained very good to her, often holding her while reading, playing cards, and playing games.
However, she still hoped that her brother would, like he did with her sister-in-law, put his hand inside her clothes when he held her, making her moan softly like a kitten… Ah!
That day finally came.
Her brother's fingers parted her labia.
Oh, it hurt… but it felt so good.
Her waist went weak, and her lower body flowed with a lot of vaginal fluid, as if she were about to urinate.
She felt the finger her brother had inserted into her labia, slippery from being soaked in it, moving up and down gently inside her vagina.
"Ugh...mmm...so good...brother...I...it feels weird...ugh..."
Xiao Juan bit her brother's shoulder, trying not to make too much noise.
Her brother's hands were so amazing, so much better than her own random rubbing!
Her legs unconsciously stiffened and twitched with the movement of her brother's fingers... Suddenly she cried out "Wow..." almost loudly, startling Xiao Chuan into stopping immediately.
It turned out that Xiao Chuan's index finger and thumb were pinching his sister's little pearl!
Xiao Juan's love juice flowed incessantly under her brother's caresses, not only were her panties soaked as if they had been pulled out of water, but even Xiao Chuan's pajama pants were soaked.
Xiao Chuan was a little surprised that his virgin sister's orgasm came so quickly.
His middle finger was still clamped tightly inside his sister's vagina.
He hadn't dared to go too deep earlier, afraid of breaking his sister's hymen, only making small thrusts at the vaginal opening.
Who knew that his sister was already trembling with excitement.
If I pinch her clitoris again, my sister will have a huge orgasm.
If I were to use my tongue or even pen to penetrate her again someday, I wonder how happy she would be.
While masturbating his sister, he was incredibly excited, completely unlike the leisurely teasing and flirting he felt with other women. It was a kind of... a kind of pleasure that profaned the sacred and challenged ethics!
Just like the heart-pounding feeling he had when teasing his mother earlier.
He figured his sister must have felt the same way when she reached orgasm so quickly.
This feeling was like someone who enjoys a challenge constantly teasing a fierce tiger, letting it roar and pounce but never being able to catch him—the exhilaration of defeating the invincible. Was
he teasing his mother and sister today, just like he was teasing ethics—the tiger of thousands of years of traditional morality?
Thinking this, he didn't stop.
Xiao Juan was already overwhelmed by his five fingers and collapsed in her brother's arms.
He slowly pulled down his sister's underwear from her buttocks.
When it was down to her thighs, Xiao Juan noticed.
She looked up at Xiao Chuan with a happy, blushing smile: "Brother?"
She thought her brother was taking off her underwear because he wanted to take things further, and looked at him hopefully.
Xiao Chuan knew what his sister meant. He kissed her cheek and said softly, "Xiao Juan, you're so wet here. Let me help you change."
Xiao Juan's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.
She shook her head.
"What, you're not changing? It's too wet, you'll get sick wearing this."
Xiao Juan said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "It's not that I don't want to change, it's that I don't want to wear it right now."
"So that your brother can get closer to you, right?"
Xiao Juan nodded vigorously, "Brother, don't you want me anymore?"
Xiao Chuan felt his blood rush to his head again, and he impulsively wanted to say: Brother is looking forward to it.
But a voice in his heart warned him: Just now we were playing with a tiger outside the iron cage, but if he really made love to his sister, then he would be playing with a tiger inside the cage.
He suppressed his impulse and said softly, "It's not that I don't like you, it's just that what we did just now was already too much. Any further... that would be incest, brother and sister committing adultery. If others find out, whether I'm virtuous or not is a small matter, but to harm you, a young girl, to be gossiped about and unable to get married, that would be harming your sister. I can't do it."
Xiao Juan's bright eyes blinked: "We live in a shikumen house. Every day, once the door is closed, who outside knows what's going on inside? When neighbors meet, if they call each other 'Brother Zhang,' 'Sister-in-law Li,' 'Mrs. Wang,' or 'Mr. Zhao,' that's already considered a good relationship. Everyone has their own affairs, what business is it of others? What do you say, brother?"
Xiao Chuan smiled and pinched his sister's nose: "Little rascal, you know quite a lot about human relationships. But you forgot one person."
"Mother, is that so?"
"Yes, Mother would be furious if she knew."
"Hmph, I think you men don't understand women's hearts."
"How can you say that?"
“I think Mom’s not much better off than me.”
Xiao Chuan was startled: Could it be that Mom also… No wonder when I was taking a bath today… Thinking this, he still stubbornly said, “Little girl, don’t talk nonsense. Mom is an elder, how could that be?”
“Mom has been a widow for more than ten years, hasn’t she? I can’t even remember what Dad looks like. Mom married Dad when she was fifteen, and she’s only 36 this year. I’ve never seen her with any other men. With such a handsome son in the house, do you think she might have an Oedipus complex?”
“Oh dear, my little sister, you’re poisoned! Poisoned by Freud that Zhang Jingsheng gave you. Let me help you detoxify.”
He then tickled his sister.
Xiao Juan also tickled back with a grin.
The two siblings hugged and played on the bed.
After a while, Xiao Chuan climbed out of bed, laid Xiao Juan, who was almost out of breath, flat on her back, covered her with the blanket, and as he pulled down his sister's underwear from her ankles, he said, "It's a good thing this is the back building, several rooms away from Mom's room in the front building. Otherwise, with you being so crazy, Mom would definitely know we're doing something naughty."
Xiao Juan obediently opened her legs, shyly letting her brother reach under the blanket to wipe her wet genitals with her underwear, protesting indignantly, "Ara..." "We didn't do anything bad. It was just brother and sister playing around."
Xiao Chuan teasingly showed his sister's soaked underwear: "Look: it's just playing around, why are your underwear so wet? It looks like you just pulled them out of the water."
Xiao Juan snatched her embarrassing proof from her brother's hand: "It's all because of you being a naughty brother! Hehe, look, you look like you wet your pants."
Xiao Chuan looked down at himself and saw a large wet patch on the crotch of his pajama pants, it really looked like he had wet his pants.
"Oh dear, you little slut, you've made me... I'd better go back and change my pajamas."
"Hehe, calling me slutty? Without a slutty brother, where would a slutty sister come from? Don't you think so, slutty brother?"
Looking at his quirky little sister's pretty, rosy cheeks, Xiao Chuan couldn't help but feel even more affection for her.
He stepped forward and kissed his sister's flushed face: "Sweetie, your brother's leaving. Have a good dream."
"My dream is to be your brother's wife. What about you, brother?"
Xiao Juan whispered in her brother's ear.
Xiao Chuan paused, didn't answer, and stood up to leave.
Behind him, his sister's soft, coquettish voice rang out again: "Brother, will you come tomorrow night too?"
Xiao Chuan didn't turn around, only saying, "Tomorrow."
"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow night, brother."
IV. The Horrifying Nanjing Road
Back in his room in the building in front, Xiao Chuan took off his wet pajamas, changed into clean clothes, and crawled into his blankets, but couldn't fall asleep.
His penis was still hard.
He had held back twice today, it seemed he had to take care of it himself.
He leaned against the pillow, his right hand stroking back and forth, when his eyes fell on the large patch of his sister's vaginal fluid on the pajama bottoms lying on the bench beside the bed. His heart stirred again.
His sister was a classic beauty, not only with a pretty face but also a slender and alluring figure.
Although he hadn't seen her private parts, he had touched them thoroughly; they were clean, full, and her labia were tight, so incredibly attractive to a man.
Coupled with her moist, sweet, and seductive charm, she was truly a natural enchantress, a fox spirit to the bone.
Normally, if he encountered a girl who wasn't even half as good as his sister, he wouldn't let her go.
But today, he had held back so tightly.
He couldn't help but admire his own self-control.
On second thought, Xiao Chuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
His sister was such a good girl; why couldn't he have her first instead of letting another man enjoy her?
There's a saying: "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders!"
But this was incest!
Incest has always been associated with sin.
The common insult "bastard" means someone's entire family is involved in such an act, worse than animals.
Could he bear that responsibility?
He remembered his sister wanting to be his wife and couldn't help but laugh.
If his sister really became his wife, would their child call him "Dad" or "Uncle"?
But that's easy enough; whether it's "Dad" or "Uncle," they're both elders. But what if the child has a child with his mother? Will it call him "Dad"
or "Brother"?
If it's "Brother," he's clearly the child's father; if it's "Dad," they share the same mother, born from the same vagina!
Wouldn't that be a mess?
But it's better for his mother; they're all her children anyway.
What if his daughter Tingting grew up and he committed incest with her again? Would the child they had call him "Dad" or "Grandpa"?
His daughter would be even worse off; her own children would become her siblings... Thinking of this, Xiao Chuan no longer felt guilty, but rather a strange thrill and excitement... He vigorously rubbed his penis, as if he were having sex with his mother, sister, and daughter.
After a long while, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Breakfast the next day was dull; no one spoke.
Everyone harbored their own secrets, and everyone looked like they hadn't slept enough.
Ai Lan kept her eyes downcast, not daring to look at her son.
Only Xiao Juan occasionally stole glances at her beloved brother.
Xiao Chuan tried his best to suppress looking at his mother and sister, as if looking at them would be an unspeakable desecration.
When he returned home that night, he didn't go to his sister's room.
This continued for several days.
He was afraid that if he went in, he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of incestuous thoughts.
Ai Lan also stopped pulling back her son's blanket.
She only went into her son's room to clean when he wasn't home.
Over the months, the family spoke less and less to each other.
Xiao Juan looked increasingly resentful.
Sundays, when her daughter Tingting came home, seemed like torture for Xiao Chuan.
His daughter was becoming more and more beautiful and adorable, and Xiao Chuan became increasingly hesitant to hold her.
It seemed his incestuous thoughts had even crossed his mind with his three- or four-year-old daughter.
Yet, his daughter constantly wanted her father to hold her.
Unable to suppress his lust, Xiao Chuan could only vent it on his lovers.
Miss Su from the newspaper was a given; he would create opportunities to be alone with her almost every day, then have passionate intercourse with her.
Outside, in those small mansions, the mistresses of those tycoons, especially the third wife of a provincial governor in her thirties, felt that her young lover was becoming increasingly vigorous.
She was so pleased that she offered several times to use her substantial savings to help Xiao Chuan open a newspaper or start a business.
But only Xiao Chuan knew that he only sought sexual release with them.
No amount of sex games, no matter how beautiful the woman, could bring him the thrill and pleasure of that night with his mother and sister, a mere physical intimacy! Before
he
knew it, it was the end of May, and business at the newspaper was picking up.
The revolutionary army from the south kept advancing, and the revolutionaries in Shanghai were constantly causing trouble.
Social news was increasing, and the newspaper was busier than ever.
Xiao Chuan, naturally, was also busy.
That day, he had just kissed Su Su at their usual spot, and before he could even slip his hand into her fragrant embrace, the phone outside, used only by newspaper staff, rang incessantly.
Helpless, he could only make a face at Su Su.
Su Su chuckled and pinched the hard spot on his trousers: "Quick, 'Luo Geli' is sending you to the army."
He kissed Su Su's pretty face again, then walked away reciting: "Clouds and rain, listening to the bell, going to my official post, a tumbleweed blown by the wind..." Before he could even utter a vulgar
"Damn it..."
, he heard Editor-in-Chief Luo's urgent voice: "Quick! Quick! Xiao Zhang... grab that 'Leica' and come to 'Sincere'! Quickly..."
"What's the matter? Why the rush?"
A commotion and Editor-in-Chief Luo's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm at the East Railway Station! Did you hear that? Something big has happened... The demonstration has already started... I heard that all the factories and schools in Shanghai are going to participate... There might even be a strike... The demonstration must go to Nanjing Road... Get a good spot there, I'll come find you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone was cut off, probably snatched by another reporter.
Upon hearing of this major event, Xiao Chuan's journalistic instincts kicked in, and he immediately jumped up, opened the cabinet, grabbed his German Leica camera, and tried to run out.
The quick-witted Su Su grabbed him: "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"
"Something terrible has happened! There's going to be a demonstration on Nanjing Road. I have to go!"
"Oh dear, a demonstration on Nanjing Road? The foreigners in the Municipal Council will definitely suppress it. Take this, in case those foreign devils 'search' you and confiscate your camera."
(Note: The Municipal Council was a municipal administration body established by foreigners within the Shanghai International Settlement.) Xiao Chuan looked at it and saw that it was a special pass from the Municipal Council that the resourceful Editor-in-Chief Luo had obtained, granting him access to any checkpoint in the Settlement, including the main building of the racecourse, which was only open to foreigners.
Xiao Chuan was overjoyed, hugged Su Su, kissed her, and ran downstairs.
Sure enough, the Chinese shops on Nanjing Road were already closing their shutters.
Xiao Chuan stopped a shop assistant who was closing the door and asked...
The shop assistant told him that the Japanese factory manager of Shenxin Textile Factory had shot and killed several Chinese workers, and the boss had received a notice from the Shanghai Chinese Chamber of Commerce to go on strike in protest.
At this time, large crowds began to gather under the overpasses of Sincere, Wing On, and Bao Da Xiang, all craning their necks to watch the racecourse on Yuqiaqing Road (now Xizang Road) (now People's Square).
Xiao Chuan jumped onto a waste bin, grabbed his camera, and seized a high vantage point.
Soon, shouts of slogans echoed from the Daxin Company, followed by an endless stream of banners, slogans, and flags.
Xiao Chuan, one foot on a trash can, the other hooked on a streetlamp above his head, camera in hand, began snapping photos of the protesting crowd, the closed iron gates of the shops, and the bustling Nanjing Road.
Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw Editor-in-Chief Luo's smiling face, wearing round tortoiseshell glasses.
"Haha, a general is a general indeed. You even managed to snag such a good spot."
After a few pleasantries, the two began their tense interview.
The march was more than halfway through when Editor-in-Chief Luo suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no!"
"What's wrong?"
"Why isn't there a single policeman on Nanjing Road today! It seems the Municipal Council might be planning a crackdown!"
Xiao Chuan was a little puzzled: "There are so many people today. Besides, in the past, marches never caused any trouble."
Editor-in-Chief Luo's glasses gleamed coldly: "In the past, marches were all against warlords, for democracy, it was all our own business as Chinese. Foreign devils didn't care about our affairs. This time is different. This time, it's the Japanese devils who committed a crime, provoking public anger. The marchers are chanting 'Down with imperialism,' which has offended the Western devils of the Municipal Council. Don't be fooled by the
fact that the Japanese devils and Western devils are usually at odds, they're all in cahoots now..." Before he could finish speaking, gunshots and the sound of horses' hooves rang out from the Bund.
Instantly, Nanjing Road descended into chaos.
The marchers at the front retreated like a tide, while those at the back continued to move forward.
The two sides were pushed together, forming a chaotic mess.
The onlookers along the street surged towards the side streets, while unsuspecting onlookers continued to push forward.
Ahead, the sounds of gunfire and horses' hooves grew closer, mingling with cries and screams.
In the distance, one could see columns of cavalry charging forward, bayonets fixed, firing; the red turbans of the Indians and the straw helmets of the Annamese were clearly visible.
Near the "San Yang Sheng" general store, apparently out of ammunition, a British officer gave the order, and the Indian soldiers dismounted, bayonets raised, and began stabbing the demonstrators.
The procession had long since dispersed, and people fled towards side streets like Guangxi Road.
But with so many people and narrow roads, escape was slow.
Those who fled at the back engaged in combat with the foreign soldiers.
Xiao Chuan and the editor-in-chief remained until the very end, filming the "International Merchant Corps" massacring the demonstrators with a Leica and a Chase camera.
(Note: The Shanghai International Merchant Corps was a private armed force of foreigners in the Shanghai International Settlement, owned by the Shanghai International Merchants Association, and operated as a mercenary force.) "Enough, let's go. Don't let those Indians drag us into this."
Editor-in-Chief Luo pulled Xiao Chuan along and began to retreat.
Just as they were about to turn, Xiao Chuan suddenly saw a familiar back and immediately stopped.
"Hurry up, why did you stop? Danger!"
Editor-in-Chief Luo shouted urgently from ahead.
"Oh no! It's my sister!"
Xiao Chuan handed the camera to Editor-in-Chief Luo and ran towards the arcade of 'Hengdeli'.
Editor-in-Chief Luo stamped his foot and followed.
At this moment, Xiao Juan was helping a female classmate who had twisted her ankle to limp forward, while an Indian soldier wearing a red turban chased after them, yelling.
Suddenly, the female classmate stumbled and fell to the ground, dragging Xiao Juan down with her.
The Indian soldier seized the opportunity and raised his bayonet to stab Xiao Juan.
Xiao Juan instinctively dodged, but the bayonet veered to the side and pierced the shoulder of her classmate.
A piercing scream rang out, and a spurt of blood shot out as the bayonet was pulled out.
Xiao Juan screamed in terror.
The Indian soldier raised the bloodied bayonet and plunged it down towards Xiao Juan's chest again.
Xiao Juan could no longer dodge and closed her eyes, awaiting death.
Just then, a roar erupted, and Xiao Chuan arrived.
Seeing the scene, his eyes turned red. He stepped forward and kicked the Indian soldier, causing him to stumble, and the bayonet was removed from Xiao Juan's chest.
"Brother..."
Xiao Juan screamed.
Hearing the sound, Xiao Chuan's heart pounded with fear. He rushed forward to help his younger sister and the injured classmate up.
At this moment, the Indian soldier turned around, yelling, and thrust his rifle at Xiao Chuan.
Xiao Chuan quickly blocked his sister, sidestepping and grabbing the barrel of the rifle behind the bayonet with both hands.
The Indian soldier roared and forcefully pressed the gun closer to Xiao Chuan inch by inch.
Xiao Chuan wasn't as strong as the man, and his arms gradually bent, the bayonet tip only inches from his chest.
He could have easily used his strength to fling the rifle aside, using the momentum to send the Indian soldier sprawling.
But behind him was his younger sister, Xiao Juan; he couldn't let her face the potential harm of the bayonet, even if it meant death.
Just at this critical moment, Editor-in-Chief Luo arrived.
Holding up a gold-embossed card, he shouted at the Indian soldier in English, "If you don't stop, I'll report you to the British consul!"
This was the card that granted direct access to the main box of the racecourse. The Indian soldier knew its value; he recognized that only a very few high-ranking Chinese possessed such cards.
And those Chinese did indeed wield considerable influence over the consuls.
So he relaxed, said "sorry" to Editor-in-Chief Luo, glared at Xiao Chuan, and ran off.
Xiao Chuan and Editor-in-Chief Luo quickly helped the two girls up and ran away.
The rickshaw was nowhere to be found.
And both girls were in very bad shape.
Although Xiao Juan's classmate had received simple bandaging, blood was still flowing continuously from her shoulder.
Xiao Juan, though not seriously injured, was covered in blood and, like her classmate, was in a state of mental confusion.
When they finally arrived at Ciguang Hospital, they found it filled with injured people.
Editor-in-Chief Luo took the girl to the emergency room, while Xiao Chuan took his sister home.
In the rickshaw, Xiao Juan, still dazed and trembling, clung to her brother, murmuring his name and occasionally letting out screams.
Xiao Chuan held his sister tightly, cursing the foreign devils and Indian bastards a thousand times, while constantly comforting his sister who had just been through a life-or-death situation.
By the time they were almost home, Xiao Juan's condition had improved considerably.
V. The Allure of Blood
Upon entering the house, the sight of the brother and sister covered in blood truly terrified their mother, Ai Lan.
She frantically circled around Xiao Chuan, who was holding her younger sister, repeatedly asking, "What happened? How could this be?..."
and other similar questions. She even tried to take her daughter, Xiao Juan, who was limp and being carried into the alley by her brother, from Xiao Chuan's arms.
Xiao Chuan stopped his mother's pointless actions and ordered, "Mom, go get a basin of hot water for A-mei's room."
Then, carrying his sister, he ran up the stairs with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh," kicked open the door to his sister's room in the back building, and went inside.
He tried to put his sister on the bed, but she clung desperately to his neck, crying, "Brother, don't leave me! I'm scared... Brother, hold me tight... Brother... Waaah... Don't leave your sister... Waaah... Hold me tight..."
Xiao Chuan could only hold his sister tightly to his chest, patting her back repeatedly to comfort her, "It's alright, little sister. We're home now, it's safe... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Brother will always be by your side... Brother loves Xiao Juan the most, Brother will definitely protect you... Don't be afraid..."
Xiao Juan cried, "Brother, don't leave me..." "Waaah... Never leave me... Hold me... Waaah... We're a family... Only my brother can protect me... Brother... Hold me, don't leave me..."
Xiao Chuan's tears streamed down his face: "Xiao Juan, my dear sister, your brother will never leave you! Your brother will always be by your side... Your brother will always hold my sister... We're a family, and your brother will always protect my sister!"
At this moment, Xiao Chuan turned around and saw his mother standing blankly at the door with a basin of hot water in her enamel, two streams of hot tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks.
Xiao Chuan composed himself, tried his best to calm down, and said to his mother in as calm a tone as possible: "Mom, put the hot water on that stool. I'll comfort my sister, and you can help her wipe herself down and let her sleep."
Ai Lan's lips twitched, as if she wanted to cry out.
Xiao Chuan quickly made a gesture, and Ai Lan suppressed her grief, put down the hot water, and came to look at her daughter.
“Good girl, it’s Mommy… Don’t be afraid, Mommy and your brother are here, you’re home…”
Xiao Juan’s confused eyes met her mother’s, and she burst into tears again: “Mommy… Waaah… Mommy, I’m so scared… Today… If it weren’t for my brother… I… I would never… I would never see you again… Mommy…”
“Alright… We’re all family, don’t be afraid… Lie down on the bed quietly, let Mommy wipe you… Hanging on your brother like this won’t be good for him…”
Ai Lan choked back tears as she stroked her daughter’s face.
Xiao Juan obediently let her brother gently place her on the snow-white sheets, but she still clung tightly to her brother’s hand.
Xiao Chuan couldn’t bear to pry his sister’s hand off, so he sat on the edge of the bed and let his sister hold it.
Ai Lan wrung out a towel and gently wiped her daughter’s face and neck, then unbuttoned her daughter’s clothes and helped her wipe the bloodstains on her chest.
Xiao Juan gradually calmed down under her mother's gentle touch, and even let go of her brother's hand when her mother took off her shirt.
When Xiao Chuan saw his mother about to remove his sister's vest, which still bore bloodstains, he tried to get up to avoid her.
Xiao Juan, her head still covered by the vest, let out a soft "ooh.
" Ai Lan gently said to her son, "Just stay here. We're all family, there's nothing to hide."
She glanced at her son, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness and allure.
Xiao Chuan felt a surge of warmth and sat back down, watching his mother remove his sister's vest and bra.
There was a bruise on Xiao Juan's shoulder blade; it was unclear whether it was from a fall or a beating.
Below her shoulder blades were full breasts, exceptionally white and smooth; two round mounds stood erect before her, full and rounded, but not very large, probably enough to be grasped in one hand; her nipples were much smaller than her mother's, small pink nipples proudly erect, making one's mouth water... Although he had fondled these breasts more than once that night, he had never actually looked at them.
Although her breasts were not as large as her mother's, they felt very good, and they must look quite nice.
Xiao Chuan shook his head: What am I thinking? How can I have such inappropriate thoughts about my sister at this time?
But his penis was acting on its own, beginning to swell.
After washing Xiao Juan's upper body, her mother turned her daughter over, and her clean, smooth back was presented before Xiao Chuan's eyes.
His sister had a really good figure, with a slender waist and hips forming two beautiful curves.
As her mother unbuttoned the back of her school skirt, pulling down her underwear as well, a round and perky beautiful buttocks were revealed.
Xiao Chuan glanced at his mother's buttocks, tightly wrapped in her cheongsam, facing him, then compared them to his sister's beautiful, bare bottom. He felt that although they were different sizes, both possessed a mysterious allure, making him want to part those rounded buttocks and explore the tempting secrets hidden between them.
Perhaps sensing the burning gaze of her son, Ai Lan's body twitched slightly. She turned back and handed him the towel, instructing him to help her wash it and then change the basin of hot water.
The look in her eyes as she glanced at her son clearly carried a hint of reproach, a hint of shyness, and a hint of anticipation… Xiao Chuan felt a little guilty under his mother's gaze, avoiding her eyes. He lowered his head, washed the towel, wrung it dry, and handed it to his mother.
Then, as if fleeing, he picked up the somewhat cold basin of water and went downstairs.
When he returned with a new basin of water, his mother had already changed her daughter's underwear.
Not seeing the triangle of flesh that had been soaked in his hands, Xiao Chuan felt a slight disappointment.
Ailan took the towel her son handed her, carefully dried her daughter's body, then put a dry vest on her before covering Xiaojuan with a blanket.
"Sweetie, get some sleep.
You'll be alright when you wake up." "Mom, brother, don't go, stay with me. I'm so worried..."
Xiaochuan stepped forward and gently took his sister's hand, saying, "Xiaojuan, close your eyes and sleep well. Brother will stay with you."
Xiaojuan held her brother's hand, closed her eyes peacefully, and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
Ailan and Xiaochuan silently watched Xiaojuan until her breathing became even.
Seeing her daughter asleep, Ailan beckoned to her son, signaling him to go to the back room.
The back room was originally her daughter Tingting's room.
From there, one could see the head of Xiaojuan's bed.
The mother and son hadn't been face-to-face like this in a long time, and the atmosphere was momentarily awkward.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Chuan spoke: "Mom, it's like this..."
He recounted what had happened that day... Ai Lan listened silently.
After Xiao Chuan finished speaking, she suddenly covered her face and began to sob silently.
Xiao Chuan panicked and quickly stepped forward, taking his mother's hands and comforting her: "Mom, don't be like this. We're all back safe and sound!"
Ailan sobbed softly, "If anything had happened to either of you today, how could I live?!
It's so meaningless to live. A perfectly good home is like a candle flame in the wind, easily blown out by a strong gust..."
"No, Mom. We're a light bulb, not a candle anymore, we can't be blown out..."
Xiaochuan pressed down on his mother's shoulders, trying to dispel her sadness with a joke.
"We can't be blown out, but we can be broken. Life is as fragile as a light bulb,"
Ailan said softly. Xiaochuan thought of what happened that afternoon. At the time, he had only acted on impulse and hadn't felt any danger, but now, thinking about it calmly, he felt a chill. A touch of sadness welled up in his heart. But he still comforted her, "Mom, don't think too much. Aren't we both alright now?"
Ailan felt her legs go weak and her body go limp.
She leaned against her son's shoulder: "Xiao Chuan, don't be so stubborn. Think about your father, and think about your wife. Your father may not say anything, but Tingting's mother is only a few years old, not even twenty yet. She could be gone in a flash. Sometimes life is really meaningless. Getting married, having children, your son and daughter getting married, then becoming a grandmother... decades go by in a flash. And who knows what hardships they might face..."
Xiao Chuan hugged his mother's shoulder, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair oil, and sincerely expressed his thoughts: "Mom, don't think so much. Don't worry unnecessarily." "It's not worth ruining your health. We're just ordinary people. As long as we make the most of today, enjoy ourselves, and don't force ourselves to do things we don't want to do, that's fine. As for the future... let God decide."
Ailan lowered her head and leaned on her son's shoulder, not even looking at his face, and sighed, "Ah... you're right, Xiaochuan. Hug your mother, she really wants a chest to lean on..."
Then, in an almost inaudible voice, she said, "...like that night..."
Xiaochuan silently opened his arms, wrapped his arms around his mother's slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Ailan also hugged her son's broad body tightly, gently rubbing his strong back.
Mother and son embraced silently...
It was the end of May, and the weather in Shanghai was starting to get warm.
Ailan was dressed very lightly.
Xiaochuan, while washing up, had already taken off his torn outer clothes and shirt, wearing only a cotton undershirt.
Through the thin fabric, Xiaochuan could clearly feel his mother's high, firm breasts pressing tightly against his chest; he could even feel her already hardened nipples.
He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss his mother's ears and temples, his hands slowly caressing her back.
From the strap to the elastic band of her panties, even through the fabric, it felt as if he were touching his mother's naked body.
He began to feel aroused, his lower body swelling.
Ailan's breathing quickened.
Xiaochuan could clearly feel the intense heaving of his mother's breasts against his chest.
Ailan, whose face had been buried in her son's shoulder, lifted it up, pressing her beautiful, now burning cheek against her son's handsome face.
"Hold me tight, son. Hold your mother tight..."
Ailan murmured these words from her fragrant lips.
Xiaochuan's hands tightly embraced his mother's body, holding her close and kneading her breasts.
The mother's breasts swayed and twisted against her son's chest, her buttocks rose and fell in his hands, his penis pressed against her lower abdomen, and Ailan let out a soul-stirring moan... The string of reason was about to snap; mother and son were drowning in a sea of desire.
"Uh, no..."
Xiaojuan's voice interrupted their physical communication.
The two separated as if electrocuted, simultaneously looking into Xiaojuan's room.
Xiaojuan lay quietly on the bed with her back to her mother and brother, mumbling a string of sleep-talking words.
They exchanged a glance, and both mother and son breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on their faces.
Ailan was a little embarrassed, not daring to meet her son's eyes again, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word, her cheeks flushed red.
Seeing his usually dignified and elegant mother now blushing and shyly hesitant, like a young girl in the throes of first love, Xiao Chuan felt a surge of desire. He longed to immediately carry her to bed and indulge in the pleasures of love.
But for some reason, he couldn't muster the courage to immediately make advances on his mother.
Although he knew that while his mother wouldn't be as proactive as his sister had been that night, he knew that with a little force, she would surely succumb to his desires.
His mother's heart was already stirred!
But the bond between mother and son seemed like an invisible wall blocking his heart!
Although he dared to be intimate with his mother, dared to be indecent towards her, he dared not take that final step to possess her body!
It was an age-old taboo—the taboo of incest.
He would commit incest in his heart.
After that night, he would masturbate thinking about his mother. He fantasized about penetrating her mouth, thrusting into her vagina, thrusting into her anus, fucking her until she was ecstatic, fucking her until she was dripping with lust, fucking her until she cried out in uncontrollable ecstasy… fucking her until she got pregnant, pregnant with his—her own son's flesh and blood, pregnant with the fruit of incest… However, when faced with the reality of society, he hesitated before that taboo red line.
After all, his mother was his mother!
In Shanghai, the vulgar phrase "fuck your mother's vagina!" refers to fucking someone else's mother's vagina.
But what about fucking one's own mother's vagina?
Ailan murmured, "Xiaochuan, Mom is probably too… You won't look down on your mother, will you?"
"Mom, what are you saying?! You're my closest family member, how could I look down on you? We're family, it's only natural for family members to love each other..."
Xiao Chuan paused, then mustered his courage to continue, "Mom, you know, I love you the most, and it's not just a son's love for his mother..."
Ai Lan raised her hand and covered her son's mouth: "Don't continue, Xiao Chuan. As your mother, I know what's been on my mind these days. Since you were little, you've been my precious darling, and now you're the pillar of our family. Now you're the one I love most... most... most..." "...My beloved..."
As if unable to bear her son's burning gaze, Ailan turned away and nestled into his arms, softly saying, "I know what you've been thinking lately... ever since that night. And why the house has been so gloomy lately, why Xiaojuan is so dejected, attending political activities she's never been interested in. I long to go back to the days before that night, when everyone was happy and carefree. But... I also love that feeling... that feeling I've never had before... that feeling that makes my heart race..."
"Mom..."
Xiao Chuan wrapped his arms around his mother's waist from behind and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.
Ai Lan stroked her son's hands and continued, "You don't know, after that day, I couldn't sleep every night..."
"Mom, me too..."
Xiao Chuan kissed his mother's white neck tenderly.
Ai Lan trembled slightly, let out a groan, and continued, "You probably didn't just do it for your mother, did you? I heard the sounds you and your siblings made that night, the sounds they were making."
"Mom..."
Xiao Chuan was a little embarrassed.
Ailan smiled and continued, "I don't blame you. You're young, and it's not like I'd mind if there were more women around. Sigh... If I were a traditionalist, I wouldn't have acted this way. I really admire you for staying up all night and not doing anything inappropriate to Amei. It's just that Xiaojuan suffered, and you suffered too..."
"Mom, you suffered too. You were only in your twenties when Dad passed away. And you two were so loving..."
"We made it this far. Who knew I'd give birth to a troublemaker like you... You've ruined us!"
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. I've always respected and cared for women, and I've never hurt any woman."
"The more you do that, the more you ruin us, ruining Amei, ruining..."
Ailan's heart pounded, and she couldn't continue.
Xiao Chuan continued, "And you've made Mom..."
"
You shameless thing..." Ai Lan's face turned even redder. "Mom's always scared... but the more scared I am, the less I can bear to part with you... I can't bear to part with my bad son..."
"Your son can't bear to part with Mom either..."
Xiao Chuan's hand tightened again.
Ai Lan let out a comfortable groan: "What happened today made me think a lot. You're right, we're all family... family should love each other. It's just that Mom still doesn't dare... I still need to think... if it were me and you, my son... it would be a bit too scary, wouldn't it?"
Xiao Chuan's desire was aroused by his mother's words, and his penis was hard as a rock pressing against his mother's buttocks.
Ailan seemed oblivious, only her buttocks twitching slightly, seemingly enjoying the sensation: "You and Xiaojuan are alright... Just be careful, she'll be able to get married eventually... Go and comfort her later. Let things take their course... I'll bring you dinner."
"Mom..."
Xiaochuan murmured emotionally, his arms tightly wrapped around his mother's body, "You're so good! I don't know what good fortune my sister and I accumulated in our past lives to have such a wonderful mother!"
His penis was already very thick and hard, pressing tightly against his mother's buttocks, moving up and down with his movements as he held her, only a thin layer of silk separating them.
Accompanied by his rapid breathing, his hands vigorously rubbed his mother's abdomen.
Ailan couldn't take it anymore and struggled to break free from her son's embrace: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around. I said I was going to cook dinner, it's almost five o'clock. Go and keep your sister company."
After saying that, she turned back and smiled sweetly.
That fleeting moment of allure was a thousand kinds of tenderness, ten thousand kinds of enchantment, a mixture of anger, joy, sorrow, and shyness… Xiao Chuan was mesmerized—this was the true woman, the charm and allure of a truly mature woman… His mother went downstairs for a while before Xiao Chuan came to his senses and slowly entered his sister Xiao Juan's room.
VI. Love Like a Song
He leaned against Xiao Juan's bedside, watching his sleeping sister, his mind still flashing with the image of his mother's allure.
Slowly, his mother's face merged with his sister's delicate features.
He realized that his sister truly resembled his mother.
After all, they were mother and daughter; his mother was a beauty, so his daughter wouldn't be far behind.
It was just that his sister's face was a little thinner than his mother's, not as full.
But her arched eyebrows and straight nose were practically identical to his mother's.
While he himself inherited his father's angular features, his facial features also resembled his mother's, especially when he was younger.
I remember relatives and neighbors saying to my mother and me, "A son resembles his mother, and gold can build a wall."
My younger sister was the one I doted on the most since she was little.
From the time she had a runny nose, I was her protector.
I fought with other kids in the alley and at school more than once to protect her.
What I did today was an even bigger version of that.
But having faced death, on his way home, he began to have the same thoughts my mother had just had: life is so fragile, can I protect my beloved sister forever?
Should I quickly hand her over to her future husband—a stranger whose protection we don't even know yet—or should I protect her forever?
My sister is so eager to give herself to me, if I refuse, is that also a form of harm?
Or is it a form of protection?
Protect a naive sister who loves her brother, protect her until an unknown future, and then hand her over to a stranger whose love we don't know if he will ever love her, to take her virginity and her life?
At that moment, I thought it would be better to protect my beloved, fragile little sister for the rest of my life.
Returning home and seeing his sister's affection and his family's concern, he reflected that only blood relatives would truly cherish their loved ones forever.
Although having sexual relations with blood relatives is considered scandalous, in this self-contained world of shikumen (stone-framed gate houses), in this cold, indifferent commercial society, what business is it of others if we love each other?
As long as we keep our shikumen doors closed and don't let those gossipy women and men pry into our privacy, what is there to fear?
"Brother, you're here,"
Xiao Juan's languid voice interrupted Xiao Chuan's thoughts.
He looked down at his sister.
Her large, watery eyes were filled with affection as she looked at her brother.
"Hey, Xiao Juan, sleep a little longer. Brother will stay with you. I'll wake you when Mother has the dishes ready,"
Xiao Chuan said, tenderly stroking his sister's face.
Xiao Juan grasped her brother's hand and kissed his palm: "Brother, you're so good to me. Without you today, I really would have gone to Xibaoxing Road (Xibaoxing Road used to be the location of the Shanghai Crematorium; in Shanghai, going to Xibaoxing Road is a way of saying death)."
"Silly girl, how could you possibly kick the bucket (kicking the bucket means dying) at such a young age? Besides, if I don't protect you, who will?"
Xiao Juan's eyes were brimming with tears. She tried hard to hold them back, but her voice trembled as she said, "Brother, I don't know how conflicted I am. Sometimes I really want to die! But today, when I was really going to die, I so desperately wanted you to come and save me. As I ran, I kept calling out in my heart: 'Brother, come quickly, brother, save me.' And you came as if you really heard my cries for help. Brother, you have no idea how happy I was at that moment..."
Xiao Chuan interrupted his sister's recollection of that harrowing moment.
He feared triggering his sister's terrible memories again: "Little sister, don't think about it anymore. It's my nature to protect my sister. Hey, you said you sometimes want to die? Why? Is it because I've wronged you?"
Xiao Juan pressed her brother's large hand tightly against her face and answered softly, "Brother, I don't blame you at all. It's my own fault! I've always wanted to be your lover, I've even wanted to die. But it's right for you to reject me. We are, after all, siblings. Sometimes I hate myself, why am I your sister, and not the daughter my mother adopted, or your cousin? Then I could openly date you and be your lover. Sometimes I really hate myself, why did I fall in love with my own brother, why am I so twisted, ruining myself and causing my brother to commit... commit... incest with me."
At this point, she could no longer hold back her tears.
Xiao Chuan gently helped his sister up.
He held her in his arms: "Xiao Juan, my dear sister. I'm so grateful to you. Thank you for trusting me, liking me, and loving me so much. I've hesitated, wondering if we should develop a relationship like other families. So I'm sorry, I've been avoiding you for a while. My heart is bleeding!"
Xiao Juan buried her face in her brother's chest: "I'm sorry! Brother. I'm the one who hurt you."
"It's not just you,"
Xiao Chuan said with a bitter smile.
"I know. And Mom too."
Xiao Juan chuckled, her smile radiant despite the tears still on her face. "Mom loves you, my little devil, just like me. But it's strange, I'm not jealous of Mom at all. At school, I'm the kind of person who gets incredibly jealous whenever the teacher praises someone."
"That's probably the magic of family love! We're all one family, connected by blood. Our bond is built on an unbreakable blood relationship, which gives us a stronger foundation and a more tolerant heart to embrace everything."
Xiao Juan hugged her brother, looking up at him. "Brother, what you're saying today is so strange."
Xiao Chuan stroked his sister's delicate face, smiling. "What's strange about it? I'm still your brother!"
Xiao Juan opened her hopeful eyes wide, staring intently at her beloved brother, asking each word carefully. "Brother, can you accept me?"
"You've always been in my heart, sister!"
Xiao Chuan answered, staring into his sister's eyes.
"Sister, or lover?"
Xiao Juan asked nervously.
Xiao Chuan smiled.
He lowered his head and whispered clearly in his sister's ear, "It's all! She's my sister, and also my lover. As long as you're willing. Are you willing, sister?"
Xiao Juan's tears welled up again,
and she repeatedly said, "I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm willing..." Hearing his sister's confession, Xiao Chuan felt his body burning hot, his mind a jumbled mess, like a pot of boiling porridge. He no longer thought that the beauty in his arms was his own flesh and blood sister. Naturally, he placed his left palm on Xiao Juan's chest—that soft and full place brimming with the source of life, letting those twin treasures rise and fall rapidly under his burning palm.
His lips also pressed against Xiao Juan's hot lips.
Xiao Juan responded passionately but awkwardly, letting her brother draw out her virgin tongue and suckle it wantonly.
She closed her eyes tightly, letting her brother fully enjoy the fruit of his sister's love!
Xiao Juan's arms around her brother gradually loosened, her body trembling slightly, and she murmured an "Mmm."
Xiao Chuan released her grip, his hand still gently holding hers.
Opening his eyes, Xiao Juan's bright, sparkling eyes were fixed on Xiao Chuan, a burning flame within them that made one's heart race. She sighed softly, slowly raising her left hand and moving it to her right shoulder, pulling the strap of her vest down to her arm.
"It's finally begun, this sweet and exciting incestuous love journey!"
Xiao Chuan's mind buzzed, his heart pounding as if it would leap from his chest.
Xiao Juan closed her eyes, lowered her hands, and her body seemed to suddenly go limp. Xiao Chuan quickly helped her up.
She wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and nestled into his embrace.
Xiao Chuan knelt on the bed and laid his sister down on the snow-white sheets.
She opened her eyes, smiled at her brother, her face flushed, and opened her arms wide.
Xiao Chuan leaned down, lying on his side beside his sister, his hands trembling slightly, as nervous as a young man experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time.
Holding his sister's hand, Xiao Chuan's lips landed on the back of her hand, slowly moving up her arm and up her bare, rounded, smooth, and boneless shoulder.
Xiao Juan smiled but looked at her brother with slight nervousness, her left hand stroking his shoulder and hair.
Xiao Chuan kissed his sister's temple, his tongue lightly touching her earlobe, his right hand sneaking up her waist to her chest.
Xiao Juan's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling, her lips slightly parted, her body writhing as if uneasy, sometimes bending and straightening her bare legs alternately.
Xiao Chuan's lips slid to his sister's neck, his fingers massaging very lightly and slowly.
Xiao Juan took a deep breath, her slightly parted lips beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Xiao Chuan buried his face in his sister's chest, gently kissing her full, rounded breasts through her thin vest.
Xiao Juan made soft moaning sounds, pressing her brother's head lightly against her flushed chest.
Xiao Chuan's penis was already painfully swollen.
However, Xiao Chuan felt a deep empathy for his sister's passion, and his heart ached with tenderness.
He felt that he would gladly give his life to please her.
Xiao Chuan gently slid his tongue across his sister's abdomen, causing ripples of pleasure wherever it touched.
Xiao Juan gripped her brother's hand tightly, her lower abdomen beneath her bra tightening and relaxing intermittently, her heavy breathing clearly audible.
Xiao Chuan freed his sister's hand, his palm roaming over her waist.
Then he sat up and lifted Xiao Juan's feet, stroking her instep, toes, and soles with his cheek and chin.
When he turned to look at his sister, he saw her flushed face filled with a warm smile.
Pressing his cheek against her raised leg, Xiao Chuan placed his lips on his sister's ankle, gradually moving to the instep, kissing her toes.
Xiao Juan tilted her head back, arched her back, and raised her chest high. She spread her hands by her sides, clenched her fists, frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and bit her lower lip with her slightly exposed pearly teeth. Xiao Chuan felt a pang of tenderness for his younger sister as he looked at her.
He set down his sister's feet and lay down beside her, saying, "Xiao Juan, little sister, are you ready to give your body to your brother?"
Xiao Juan, her face flushed, lazily turned her head and nodded resolutely, her eyes burning with desire.
Xiao Chuan leaned closer and gently bit his sister's lower lip.
Xiao Juan bit her brother hard.
Xiao Chuan knew his sister had reached her limit.
In truth, wasn't he himself at the same point?
His heart pounded, and Xiao Chuan finally slipped his hand under Xiao Juan's slipped bra strap.
Xiao Juan hummed softly and sat up, giving her brother a shy, radiant smile.
Xiao Chuan had never seen a woman's smile contain so much tenderness, shyness, and captivating charm. Lost in thought, he forgot to remove her bra.
Xiao Juan stretched her arms, her blush deepening.
Xiao Chuan hurriedly reached out and pulled Xiao Juan's bra off her head.
Before him leaped a pair of perfectly round and beautiful breasts, each one just the right size to be grasped.
Truly, any more would be too alluring, any less would leave them still somewhat immature.
Xiao Juan let out a soft moan and covered her face with her hands.
Xiao Chuan embraced her tenderly and gently laid her down on the bed.
Xiao Juan still covered her face, her elbows half-concealing her chest.
Xiao Chuan kissed his sister's cherry lips, gently brushed aside her elbows, and sought out Xiao Juan's breasts.
The first touch of his sister's buds sent a slight tingling sensation through his body, as if he had been briefly electrocuted, a dizzying and trembling feeling washing over him.
Xiao Juan thrust her chest forward to meet Xiao Chuan, countless tiny goosebumps rising on her trembling skin.
Xiao Chuan gently breathed on the flower's stamen, then let his lips and tongue sometimes rush, sometimes slowly, caress Xiao Juan's beautiful fruit and garland of life.
Amid Xiao Juan's trembling, rapid breathing, Xiao Chuan struggled to control his explosive excitement, feeling an intense joy at the prospect of bringing his sister any pleasure.
Xiao Juan began to make muffled sounds, her body writhing and struggling, occasionally tugging at her brother's hair and pulling at his clothes.
Xiao Chuan sat up and almost roughly pulled at the bottom of Xiao Juan's shorts.
She moaned, clamping her legs together, then slowly releasing them, slightly raising her body.
Xiao Chuan pulled his sister's underwear down to her legs, bending down to stroke her legs.
His lips landed on his sister's smooth, bare abdomen.
Xiao Juan suddenly shuddered.
Xiao Chuan looked at his sister and smiled slightly.
Xiao Juan let out a soft "ooh," quickly covering her flushed face with her hands.
Xiao Chuan leaned down, pressing his face against Xiao Juan's abdomen, gently breathing warm air while rubbing his cheek and lips together.
Xiao Juan trembled and let out a soft moan.
Xiao Chuan could no longer resist and quickly removed the panties that were loosely hanging on his sister's legs, barely covering her private parts.
Xiao Juan gasped heavily, her face flushed, and reached
out to pull her brother away. Xiao Chuan gently pulled away and kissed the spot where Xiao Juan's waist and legs met
. Xiao Juan suddenly squeezed her legs together.
Xiao Chuan shifted his body, letting his trembling tongue land on the soft, jade-like skin on the inner edge of Xiao Juan's knee, swirling and rising.
The experienced Xiao Chuan gently stroked his sister's navel with his left hand, but always stopped just at the edge of her private area, while his right hand simultaneously grasped his sister's bent right foot and played with it carefully.
After a series of tremors, Xiao Juan finally let out a few soft moans and slightly opened her legs.
Xiao Chuan suppressed the painful swelling of his penis and rubbed his nose, lips, and chin against the base of her legs for a while.
Xiao Juan panted and twisted, opening her legs even wider.
Xiao Chuan's fingers gently caressed the slightly raised mound of life, playing with the soft, curly hair that shimmered faintly.
Suddenly, he buried his face in the already faintly visible peach blossom crossing, the fountain of life... He discovered that Xiao Juan's peach blossom paradise had no unpleasant smell at all, but rather seemed to exude the familiar fragrance of Xiao Chuan... Xiao Chuan joyfully let his lips and tongue fully appreciate his sister's dewy orchid, his body and mind swelled with extreme joy and hot blood as if they were about to explode.
He thought to himself: If incest is a sin, then even if it means living for this moment, even if it means dying for this scene, I would be willing!
Xiao Juan wrapped her left leg around her brother's shoulder, her right foot caressing between his waist and hips, her hands gently stroking his hair, twisting and turning with the varying pressure and speed of Xiao Chuan's tongue, emitting involuntary moaning sounds.
Xiao Chuan joyfully admired Xiao Juan's blossoming peach blossom paradise, its petals and stamens gradually becoming moist and hot... Xiao Chuan could no longer restrain himself. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and leaned over his sister, kissing every inch of her skin passionately.
His penis rubbed back and forth against his sister's round and tender thighs through her underwear, his already erect penis now unbearably swollen.
He began to suckle his sister's nipples forcefully.
Xiao Juan seemed to have gone mad as well, only softly calling out, "Brother, brother..."
Xiao Chuan grabbed Xiao Juan's hand and placed it on his swollen and thick penis. Xiao Juan let out a soft cry.
"Brother, hello... I... I'm a little scared..."
Then, her already slightly flushed face became even more shy.
"Xiao Juan, you've really started our incestuous love, are you scared?"
Xiao Chuan deliberately emphasized the word "incest" when he said it.
"No, I love you, brother! Heaven can bear witness to my heart! I'm not afraid."
He guided his sister's hand to his penis again, instructing her to rub it back and forth through his underwear.
Xiao Juan's palm was soft and warm; he felt the blood in his penis almost bursting out.
Xiao Juan seemed to sense the intense change in her hand, opened her eyes to peek at her brother's taut member in his underwear, then closed her eyes tightly again, focusing on rubbing it vigorously.
"Brother, you're so hard, so hot!"
"That's because my dear sister is so charming!"
"I feel so itchy, so strange, I can't explain it, my whole body feels weird."
Xiao Chuan leaned down and gently kissed his sister, his kisses traveling from her breasts, navel, lower abdomen, back to the mysterious meeting point at the base of her thighs.
He opened her tightly closed legs, revealing a pinkish path already wet with moisture, and the closed gate radiating heat.
Xiao Chuan couldn't resist bringing his mouth to hers, and Xiao Juan squirmed uncomfortably.
"Ah... brother, it feels so strange..."
Xiao Chuan opened the door with his fingers, carefully admiring the most beautiful scene in the world before him—the most delicate, most mysterious place of a young girl, a place that only he had ever touched (if his sister didn't count)!
He extended his tongue and gently licked it back and forth.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, Xiao Juan cried out, her buttocks rising and twisting violently, her two smooth thighs tightly clamping around her brother's neck.
Xiao Chuan looked up and saw his sister's lips slightly parted, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily, her fair breasts heaving with her rising and falling chest, forming waves.
"Xiao Juan..."
Xiao Chuan admired in his heart: his sister's skin was so translucent, her lines so perfect, without an ounce of excess fat.
That unique physique of a young girl was absolutely as alluring as his mature and beautiful mother!
Xiao Chuan then spread his sister's thighs apart and pushed them towards her chest, completely exposing the most secret place of her body to his eyes.
Xiao Juan understood immediately and pulled her legs up, lifting her buttocks completely off the bed. The lush green grass swayed slightly under her brother's breath, but the mysterious door remained tightly closed, revealing only a red line glistening with dewdrops... Under her brother's gaze, Xiao Juan appeared exceptionally shy: "Brother, um... no... I'm so embarrassed like this..."
Xiao Chuan smiled and moved his body, pulling his sister's legs into his arms and pressing himself against her chest.
His erect, hard penis rested on Xiao Juan's tender, sensitive virgin petals, gently rubbing back and forth. While kissing his sister's soft lips, he mischievously asked, "Xiao Juan, do you like your brother?"
Xiao Juan, her eyes glazed with desire from her brother's teasing, gasped, "...Ah, of course...of course I like you, brother...ah, brother, I...I'm so sad..."
Xiao Chuan licked his sister's sensitive earlobe, whispering in her magnetic voice, "Xiao Juan, if your brother asked you to do something even more embarrassing, would you do it?"
"Yes...anything you ask, brother...I...brother, I can't say anymore..."
Xiao Juan closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, but still reluctantly kissed her brother's enchanting lips.
"Take off your brother's underwear."
"Bad brother, making your sister do such a slutty thing... making your sister help you take off your pants..."
Although she said this, Xiao Juan's hands still obediently moved to her brother's buttocks and pulled down his underwear.
"Hold my... brother's penis."
Xiao Chuan commanded again.
"Brother... you're getting hard again... I'm so scared..."
"Sister, spread your legs..."
"Brother, be gentle, okay?"
Xiao Juan's tightly closed eyes trembled uncontrollably. She was extremely nervous about her first time, but she still obediently parted her tender buds.
"Xiao Juan... don't be afraid, brother loves my little sister the most. I won't hurt you."
Xiao Chuan gently breathed into his sister's ear, about to breach her last line of defense.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Xiao Juan frowned and her whole body tensed up as soon as Xiao Chuan's penis entered a little.
Xiao Chuan quickly stopped, giving his sister a chance to catch her breath.
He kissed his sister's brow, earlobes, and lips, his hands slowly caressing her breasts and inner thighs.
After a while, Xiao Juan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body relaxing. She kissed her brother proactively, saying, "It's okay, I can..."
Xiao Chuan gently sucked on his sister's snake-like tongue, softly continuing to thrust forward.
"Ah..."
Xiao Juan couldn't help but moan, but she no longer stopped her brother's thrusting.
Finally, his penis entered Xiao Juan's body inch by inch.
Xiao Chuan could feel the path ahead was narrow and tight, yet filled with a warm and moist sensation, the folds gently scraping against his glans.
After entering, he paused slightly, partly to let Xiao Juan get used to the feeling, and partly to savor the feeling of being tightly enveloped.
"I... I feel so full, I know, I felt so empty just now, but now I feel so full, this feeling... so good..."
Xiao Juan ignored her brother's reaction and murmured to herself.
So Xiaochuan began thrusting into his sister's tight flower garden.
He tried to make each thrust gentle and slow, afraid that if it was too fast, Xiaojuan wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Ah...ah..."
At first, Xiaojuan kept her lips tightly closed, but gradually she began to moan.
So Xiaochuan increased the speed and depth of his movements slightly.
Suddenly, Xiaojuan took the initiative to hug her brother's waist, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and her gaze, which had been so affectionate as she looked at her brother, began to wander and lose focus.
Then, Xiaojuan's insides began to writhe, and her breathing became rapid and frantic.
"My sister's vagina is so tight!"
Xiaochuan praised in his heart as he thrust.
But then a strange feeling surged in his heart: "This is my own sister's hole! I'm poking my own dearest sister's hole! How many men in the world are so lucky to be able to fuck their own sister's hole?"
He couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts.
As he thrust in and out, Xiao Juan began to moan incessantly, her voice filled with meaningless whispers: "Ah... good brother, dear brother... ah... ha... so good... dear brother, hurry... hurry and thrust into your sister's... hole... ah ah! ah... we are... from the same hole... from the same hole... ah ah... let your sister... be happy... dear... brother..."
'Yes! We both came from the same mother's hole! If we don't love each other, who has the right to love each other? Is there a more suitable combination than a penis born from the same hole inserted into a hole born from the same hole?' Xiao Chuan passionately thrust into his younger sister Xiao Juan's hole.
He kept asking himself these questions, feeling a more stimulating pleasure in this incestuous act than when he had penetrated any other woman in his past!
As his pleasure surged to its peak, stimulated by the contracting and relaxing sensations within his sister's vagina and the relentless waves of incestuous thoughts churning in his mind, it suddenly reached its zenith.
Suddenly, a newer idea flooded his chaotic mind: 'No! Not just a penis born from one vagina, but one born from the same vagina is most suitable! Maybe there's more, there's also the vagina that gave birth to him, and the vagina that gave birth to him is also suitable!!!' Finally, Xiao Chuan let out a soft roar: 'Sister, let's die happily together!'
He exhaled a long breath, and as the gushing fluid shot deep into his sister's body, he lay prone on top of Xiao Juan, continuing to feel her uncontrollable contractions and releases.
Xiao Juan slowly closed her eyes, her breathing calming down.
Xiao Chuan moved away from Xiao Juan, lying on his side beside her, gently kissing his sister and caressing her breasts that rose and fell with her breath.
Gradually, both of them sank into a deep sleep... "Knock knock, Xiao Chuan, Xiao Juan! Mom has put dinner at your door. Be careful when you take it."
Their mother's voice woke the brother and sister, who were sleeping with their legs intertwined.
"Oh dear, Mom probably found out."
Xiao Juan was startled and burrowed into her brother's arms.
"What should we do?"
"We truly love each other, Mom won't blame us."
"Huh—" Xiao Juan seemed to have noticed something from her brother's calm expression. "Brother, how can you be so sure? Have you already...?"
"Nonsense. How could Mom!"
Xiao Chuan's face turned a little red.
"No? Then why is your face red?"
Xiao Juan said with a sly grin.
Xiao Chuan immediately counterattacked: "What, are you jealous of Mom?"
"Hehe, I wish you and Mom would do... what we just did."
Xiao Chuan reached behind his sister and thrust into her wet hole: "What? Say it clearly, no beating around the bush."
"I'm embarrassed." "You're
embarrassed to do it, but embarrassed to say it?"
"Oh, brother! You're bullying me again! Didn't you bully me enough just now?"
Xiao Chuan rubbed his sister's buttocks and said with a grin: "Okay, brother will say two for you first. Listen, in scientific terms, it's sexual intercourse; in literary terms, it's making love; in classical terms, it's clouding and raining; so what's it in colloquial terms?"
"You've said everything you can say. The rest is the ugliest thing for me to say! Humph!"
"Okay, brother will say it. But you have to say it after me. Poke! Brother pokes sister's hole."
"That's awful. Poke... that's so vulgar, saying making love is much better. Making love, how romantic."
"No matter how romantic, love still needs a man's penis to penetrate a woman's vagina to create it."
After joking for a bit, Xiao Chuan jumped off the bed naked, walked to the door, and opened it.
A tray sat on the floor outside, bearing four dishes, a soup, and a bottle of 'Shen Yonghe' Shaoxing wine.
As he picked up the tray, Xiao Chuan noticed a figure flicker in the doorway of the opposite room.
He paused for a moment, then calmly returned to his room.
"Oh my, dried shrimp and shredded pork, steamed lion's head meatballs, braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, and scrambled eggs with chives. All my favorites. Mom is so good!"
Xiao Juan jumped up happily.
Xiao Chuan placed the dishes on the dressing table and patted his sister's bare bottom: "There's also quail soup, to nourish you. Aren't you going to put on some clothes? Are you going to eat naked?"
Xiao Juan stuck out her tongue and quickly pulled a silk robe from the dresser, tying the belt as she said, "I've got the window closed anyway, so no one outside can see. What's there to be afraid of?!"
"You're not afraid, but I am."
Xiao Chuan pulled over a stool.
"What are you afraid of? Hehe, isn't it good to give your eyes a treat?"
Xiao Chuan pulled his sister into his arms and sat her down: "I'm afraid my eyes can't take it, and if I make my sister poke my acupoints again, the good food and soup will get cold."
Xiao Juan took a piece of food from her brother's chopsticks with her mouth, chewing as she said, "Brother, why do you always say such lewd things?"
Xiao Chuan took a sip of yellow wine, put it mouth-to-mouth to his sister's mouth, and then said, "After dinner, let's do some lewd things for another night, okay?"
It was late at night, and Xiao Juan sat lazily in her brother's lap.
After two more intense encounters following dinner, the satisfied girl was filled with happiness.
A bright moon shone through the skylight, illuminating the naked bodies of the brother and sister.
Xiao Juan suddenly stroked her brother's chest and asked, "Brother, do you remember the song you taught me, 'Exchange'?"
"I remember. What's up?"
Xiao Chuan affectionately played with his sister's fair and delicate buttocks.
"Shall we sing it together?"
"Singing in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid people will say you're Song Danping from 'Midnight Song'?"
"We'll sing softly, we won't disturb anyone. Okay, brother, will you promise me?!"
The sister wriggled against her brother, acting coquettishly.
Xiao Chuan had already ejaculated three times inside his sister's vagina and was exhausted, but he couldn't resist her seductive charms, so he had no choice but to agree: "Alright, alright, I'll start. Good brother, let's begin, and sing softly together: The moon shines on the eaves—my lover sits in my lap—brother—teach me love—brother—teach me affection—I—repay you with joy—if we're talking about making love, you are the strongest—you love me so much that I sing in my heart—brother's love, I repay with my body—is this exchange fair? This exchange—brother and sister are both happy—"
After singing, the brother and sister looked at each other and smiled.
Xiao Juan sweetly grasped her brother's penis: "Brother, step down, I'll sing for you, listen carefully: The moon shines on the eaves—my lover sits in my lap—brother—teachs me love—brother—teachs me affection—I—repay you with joy—if we're talking about making love, you're the strongest—your love makes me sing in my heart—brother's affection, I repay with my body—is this exchange fair? This exchange—brother and sister are both happy—"
Xiao Chuan was intoxicated by his sister's beautiful singing.
He inserted his fingers into his sister's vagina, and while Xiao Juan finished singing, he continued, thrusting his fingers in and out of her vagina: "The moon shines on the windowpane—sister—sits on brother's big bird—brother—plays with sister's buttocks—brother—touches sister's breasts—sister—only uses her vagina—to sing—if we're talking about cocks, brother's is the strongest—sister's vagina is so beautiful and pleasurable—brother's bird fucks, sister uses her vagina as a substitute—the pleasure of brother and sister is so pleasurable—the joy of brother and sister—unforgettable for life—"
"Ugh, that's awful. How can you sing such an embarrassing song!"
"If I can do it, I can sing it!"
VII. Poetic Tenderness
The next morning, Xiao Juan, with her brother's help, dressed in her school uniform but hesitated to leave her room.
"We've slept together all night, will Mom scold me?"
Xiao Chuan was both angry and amused, but too embarrassed to laugh at his sister.
So he coaxed and pleaded with her to come downstairs.
At the breakfast table, Mom Ailan casually served breakfast to her children, giving them some instructions on what to be careful about at school.
Xiao Juan didn't dare lift her head, only nodding frantically.
Xiao Chuan, however, noticed a strange glint in his mother's eyes—a mixture of excitement, fear, and anticipation.
That afternoon, he finished his work at the newspaper early and rushed home.
Without his daughter, the house was always quiet.
Upstairs in his mother's room, he heard the strains of a record playing on the gramophone—the sweet voice of his mother's favorite singer, Bai Guang: "Someone told me…something…Peach Blossom River is a haven of beauties…"
He quietly went upstairs, took off his suit jacket, changed into a light brown short-sleeved shirt, rolled up the white cuffs, and walked towards his mother's room.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, he found his mother reclining on the sofa, eyes closed, enjoying the beautiful music from the gramophone.
Xiao Chuan tiptoed towards his mother, observing her all the while.
His mother was so beautiful!
Instead of her usual cheongsam, her mother wore a light-colored linen short-sleeved top, over which was a smoky gray vest. She wore dark green trousers, and her hair was loosely styled in a bun, with a magnolia blossom tucked behind her ear. This accentuated her exceptionally beautiful face; truly, her full, rounded figure was like a camellia in full bloom in autumn; her delicate and captivating beauty surpassed even the peach blossoms dancing in the spring breeze!
Coupled with the sensual melody of "Beauty's Nest in Peach Blossom River," Xiao Chuan felt as if his home was indeed the Peach Blossom River, teeming with beauties!
"Mom,"
Xiao Chuan gently sat down beside his mother, reaching out to embrace her slender waist.
"Oh dear, you startled me again!"
Ai Lan patted her chest, clearly startled.
But the swaying breasts beneath her thin outer garment only added to her irresistible allure.
Xiao Chuan found himself somewhat mesmerized.
He pulled Ailan close, whispering in her ear, "I didn't want to disturb you, Mom, you're so engrossed in the music. Besides, you look so beautiful, I have to admire you too."
Ailan obediently let her son pull her closer, leaning on his shoulder and giggling, "You, your mouth is full of honey. What woman can resist your charm?"
Ailan's waist wasn't as slender as Xiaojuan's, but it was full and supple.
Xiaochuan thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
He gently stroked his mother's soft belly, his mouth brimming with sweet words: "Mom, it's not that my son has a sweet tongue, it's just that my mother is so charming! Even I, her son, am captivated by you."
As he spoke, he kissed his mother's red lips.
"Mmm... don't do that."
Ailan dodged left and right, only letting her son's yearning lips land on her fragrant cheek.
Seeing his mother struggle, Xiaochuan relaxed.
Ailan smoothed her disheveled hair, her voice a mixture of shyness and reproach: "Where is your son's mother's face... Go away, go away, go kiss your dear sister. Don't bother your mother."
Xiaochuan knew that his mother had long harbored feelings for him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it because of her motherly pride.
Indeed, it was difficult for a mother to lower herself to sleep with her son, especially since incest was the most taboo of all.
However, after making love with his sister yesterday, Xiaochuan was determined to drag his mother into the incestuous love affair today.
Just then, the record changed to a new song, Bai Guang's famous "Pretending to be Serious."
He put a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then pointed to the record player: "Shh... Listen."
Ailan was puzzled and listened carefully.
A sentimental song blared from the loudspeaker: "Pretentious, pretentious, don't be pretentious. You have feelings, I have intentions, let's talk things out today..."
"Oh dear, you're saying Mom's pretentious? This is terrible! How did I raise such a son..."
Ailan's face flushed red, and like a little girl, she clenched her fists and started punching her son's shoulder.
Xiaochuan laughed and dodged, "Mom, no, no.
That's not what I meant..." "Not what you meant?! You're pushing your luck, bullying your mother! I'm ignoring you."
With that, Ailan broke free from her son's embrace and walked towards the door in her embroidered slippers.
Xiaochuan was dumbfounded: Had he backfired?
He sat frozen on the sofa, stunned.
Ailan reached the door but her son wasn't following. She couldn't help but turn around and flash a bright smile: "Son, what do you want from your mother in broad daylight? You always brag about understanding women's hearts!" Xiaochuan, overjoyed, 　　jumped up and chased after her
… The attic was usually used as a guest room.
Although the skylight wasn't small, it was always drawn.
So even at two or three in the afternoon, the third-floor attic was quite dark. Ailan was 　　carried up to the attic by her son. When Xiaochuan pulled off the bedspread from the guest bed and placed her on it, she pulled him down onto his mother. 　　For the first time in their lives, their lips met, and a raging fire of desire ignited. 　　Two serpentine tongues thirstily explored, intertwined, and sucked in each other's mouths. 　　Their kiss was so tight and so long that their breathing became rapid. 　　Xiao Chuan greedily sucked at the amorous juices from his mother's mouth, his hands eagerly groping inside her bosom. 　　From her neck to her breasts to her lower abdomen, he acted like a boy experiencing love for the first time, so impatient. 　　But wherever his hands touched, buttons and belts came undone. 　　With the friction and movement of his body, Ai Lan's bosom was soon half-undone; not only her vest and outer garment, but even the clasp on her bra was unfastened, revealing most of her round, plump, snow-white breasts. 　　Xiao Chuan's kisses moved from his mother's lips to her cheeks, then from her cheeks to her neck, and finally from her chest to her high, sacred breasts. 　　His mother's soft mounds, freed from the constraints of her bra, swayed heavily in front of her. 　　Seeing those clear, beautiful breasts, Xiao Chuan swallowed hard. 　　At the peaks of her mother's breasts, the hard nipples appeared even more rosy and erect. Ailan closed her eyes tightly, savoring the long-awaited intimacy of her male body. 　　When her son's lips kissed the peaks of her desire, she let out a sensual moan. 　　Her hand, meanwhile, unbuttoned the top button of her son's belt and began to caress his strong chest with her hot, delicate hand. 　　Xiaochuan's hand trembled as it wandered over the sacred territory of his mother's chest.

This place was once the exclusive territory of my father—the man whose image I can no longer recall.
Here lies a deep ravine, flanked by two perfectly round graves, the graves containing the envious, curious, and greedy gazes of countless men, including myself.
Yet, my mother's breasts are like fountains buried deep underground. Years ago, my father used the key of his desire to unlock the spring of my 14-year-old mother's youth, and here, these two fountains gushed forth beautiful, sweet milk, nourishing me—I gently kneaded them, deeply savoring them.
Since that night, the desire to explore the depths of my mother's breasts has finally been fulfilled today, massaged and undulated with my hands and lips.
He switched breasts to suckle.
The nipple was already hard and erect on the soft breast.
With each suckle, my mother let out a low whimper.
This long-lost place, how wonderful it is!
Back then, I was just an ignorant infant, suckling here merely for food.
But today, I suckle for lust!
This truly echoes Mencius's saying: "Food and sex are human nature!"
But whether it's for 'food' or 'sex,' this sucking on his mother's nipple is filled with a son's love for his mother!
Xiao Chuan's hand slowly traced a plain of warm, smooth skin.
At the end of that plain, amidst the lush reeds, were two slightly raised hills.
Beneath those hills lay the source of all great life, the starting point of his own.
Suddenly, his hand became wet, as if he had entered a watery land.
Dense reeds grew on the soft earth, and the gentle, warm streams made everything wet and warm… He tried to explore this precious land that had given him birth, but with the slightest pressure, his shoulder was pinched painfully by his mother's fingernails.
His mother's precious land was so wet, so soft, so elastic; his fingers simply couldn't explore its depths.
His fingers gently slid and moved along the entrance, feeling the allure of this great gate of life, yet simultaneously a profound sense of disharmony washed over him. This tight source seemed unable to accommodate his own penis, yet how could it have given birth to such a large body?
Ailan was almost overwhelmed by her son's gentle caresses; a numbing excitement spread through her body, and the soft, viscous fluid in her lower abdomen overflowed from her honeyed spot.
This phenomenon made Ailan forget that she was the mother of the man on top of her, becoming a purely female animal, desiring only female pleasure and having no other thoughts.
With a twist of her body, one of her bent legs slipped between her son's legs; the pants she had just pulled down were now down to his buttocks.
Her bare toes slid over her son's thick penis, and her heart pounded.
So big!
But then her toes straightened downwards, pushing her son's pants down to his ankles.
Xiaochuan was excited.
He pulled down his mother's inner and outer pants and immediately pounced on her.
The son's penis and the mother's genitals instantly merged together!
Xiaochuan felt his enormous glans completely enveloped by his mother's warm, moist vagina.
Her vagina was so slippery and hot, it felt as if it would melt his penis.
The soft, layered vaginal flesh pressed against his shaft, and her juices flowed continuously, enveloping his advancing glans.
Ailan's lower body moved violently.
With the rhythm of Xiaochuan's thrusts, Ailan repeatedly pushed her lower body upwards, trying her best to allow her son's penis to penetrate deeper into her fiery depths.
Soon, the mother and son's rhythms were perfectly synchronized.
Rising and falling, in and out, seamlessly.
The indescribable pleasure brought by her son's penis, the young, powerful impacts and rhythms, caused Ailan's vaginal muscles to tremble constantly.
The flames of lust burned brightly!
The constant stimulation caused Ailan's body to arch backwards, forming a beautiful bow shape, and she continuously emitted excited moans.
Xiaochuan lay on top of his mother, thrusting with abandon.
The tight, moist flesh inside his mother's vagina felt like a warm hot water bottle, tightly enveloping his penis.
That perfectly fitting embrace, with each seamless thrust, brought Xiaochuan unparalleled stimulation and pleasure.
He thrust his hips forcefully, plunging his penis deep into her vagina with every stroke, sending ripples of pleasure through his mother's clitoris.
He no longer needed any fancy techniques with his mother.
He felt he understood every subtle need of hers, each insertion tickling her every itch.
And every contraction, every thrust of her vagina, squeezed his most sensitive spot.
Neither his wife, mistress, nor any other woman he had ever slept with, not even his beloved sister, had ever given him such exhilarating pleasure!
His mother's vagina had traversed his body, and it was also the perfect vessel for his penis!
Only his mother truly understood his heart, and only his mother truly understood his sexuality!
Xiaochuan completely lost his former composure during sex, no longer savoring the tightness and responsiveness of the woman beneath him.
He knew that every contraction, every thrust, every moan of his mother was an invitation and a command, imploring him to fulfill his filial duty as a son, to completely fill the emptiness in her vagina that had lasted for over a decade, and commanding him to thrust and pound into her vagina faster and harder.
Ailan couldn't help but let out loud moans, though they were just blissful groans, lacking the lewd cries that once thrilled Xiaochuan, but they were enough to arouse him: his mother had completely surrendered to his penis.
Wave after wave of orgasm washed over Ailan; her head swayed incessantly on the pillow, her hair long since disheveled, falling across her chest and into her mouth.
Her buttocks rose and fell repeatedly, welcoming each thrust of her son's penis.
Another wave of uncontrollable pleasure washed over her, and she bit down on a stray strand of hair.
A sliver of reason prevented her from screaming uncontrollably, disturbing the neighbors behind the brick wall.
She screamed in her heart a hundred times, a thousand times: "Come on, my darling son! Pierce your mother's cunt! Mother loves you so much, loves your penis, your cock, your bird!! Come on, my son, mother's cunt needs you, mother is willing to be son's mistress, son's lover, son's prostitute, as long as your cock can be inserted into mother's cunt every day, mother is willing to be your horse and ox, no, be your concubine and maid..."
The mother and son completely let go, enjoying the secret pleasure of incestuous love in this attic, indulging in the lewd sea of mother and son's incest.
After an unknown amount of time, the lewd sounds abruptly ceased.
Only heavy breathing still echoed in the low attic.
After another unknown amount of time, Xiao Chuan's soft voice sounded: "Mom, were you comfortable just now?"
Ai Lan was silent for a moment before answering her son in a low, hoarse voice: "Son, you poked your mother to death..."
Xiao Chuan became a little anxious: "Oh dear, Mom, I thought you were enjoying it just now. That's why I used so much force. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
Ai Lan chuckled: "Look at how anxious you are. You know how to care for your mother now? I've been a vegetarian for too long. And you immediately gave me a braised pork hock."
Xiao Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He kneaded his mother's soft breasts, saying in a coquettish tone, "Mom, I'm only doing this because I feel sorry for you, you haven't eaten meat for over ten years."
"Were you so reckless just now because you were afraid I wouldn't let your thing have a chance to run wild again?"
Ailan lovingly grasped her son's penis, gently kneading it.
"How could that be? Mom loves her son the most, of course she'll take care of my needs every day. Besides, doesn't Mom also want her son to be filial?"
Xiaochuan grinned as he touched his mother's wet vulva.
"Smooth-talking, all talk and no action."
Ailan stroked her son's erect penis, which was starting to harden again. "But this thing of yours is pretty good, no wonder you've had so many women with it. Mom really likes it too, it's much better than your father's."
Xiaochuan was actually a little jealous: "Mom, can you not mention Dad? It makes me feel weird to talk about him now."
Ailan laughed, kissed her son on the cheek, and teased him with a mischievous look that didn't suit his age: "What's wrong, my son? Are you feeling bad for your father because you slept with his wife, or are you jealous of your deceased father?"
"It's all... it's a feeling I can't quite explain."
"Never mind, remember this: your father is the sky, your mother is the earth. Only when heaven and earth unite can you be born!"
Xiaochuan suddenly perked up.
He pounced on his mother, thrusting his heavy, hard penis back into her vagina, slowly pumping as he asked, "Mom...am I...your new sky now?"
"Ah...uh...you're not just my sky now, you're...our family's sky...ah...slower...I can't take it...you're our family's sky...my and your sister's sky..."
Then Ailan wrapped her legs around her son's waist, enjoying his tenderness once more... Suddenly, the clock downstairs struck four times, and Ailan froze. "Xiaochuan, come down quickly. It's four o'clock, your sister will be back from school soon..."
Xiaochuan, still holding his mother's waist, continued thrusting. "She'll be back, or we can all come together."
"No, I didn't cook dinner, not a single dish."
Xiao Chuan paused, then continued working diligently. "Rice? I can cook it later... As for vegetables? I'll buy some from the 'rice shop' at the intersection... Mom, you have to... let... let your son ejaculate, right?"
"You greedy cat... Mom can't... can't do anything with you..."
When Xiao Juan returned home, steaming hot food was already laid out on the eight-immortal table in the living room.
The family began to eat dinner.
Xiao Juan felt that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The dishes were still two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, four dishes, and a soup; her mother and brother were still the same.
But why did she still feel that something had happened at home? A strange atmosphere permeated the Shikumen house.
Although her mother was still asking questions, she kept avoiding her gaze, seemingly shy. Her brother was still as witty and humorous as ever, but he kept scanning her and their mother, and in that look… Ah!
Probably!
What happened to her last night was probably being repeated on her mother!
Xiao Juan couldn't wait for dinner to end.
She excitedly opened her beautiful eyes, about to speak, but was stopped by a look from her brother.
She suppressed her excitement and curiosity, hurriedly ate the food in her bowl, and put the bowl down: "Mom, brother, I'm done eating. I'm going upstairs now."
Ai Lan watched her daughter's back, feeling a little shy and at a loss.
Xiao Chuan also put down his bowl, went to his mother's side, and rubbed his face against her rosy cheek: "Mom, don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."
After saying that, he also went upstairs, leaving his mother Ai Lan sitting at the table, her heart pounding like a drum, not knowing what she was thinking.
As soon as Xiao Chuan entered his sister's room, Xiao Juan hugged him.
The siblings shared a long kiss before rolling onto the bed in each other's arms.
They laughed and tumbled around, unbuttoning each other's clothes.
Soon, Xiao Chuan's head was inside his sister's coat, kissing her nipples.
Xiao Juan grasped her brother's penis.
Xiao Chuan's hand slipped under his sister's skirt. Xiao Juan
obediently wiggled her hips, letting her brother pull down her underwear.
Xiao Chuan held the narrowest part of his sister's underwear to his nose: "Let me smell what my sister's vagina smells like."
"Then... does Mom's smell different from mine?"
Xiao Chuan suddenly stopped laughing, looking at his sister with a serious face: "What did you say?"
Xiao Juan stared into her brother's eyes with a half-smile: "Brother, does Mom's smell different from your sister's?"
Xiao Chuan could no longer maintain a serious expression, his face breaking into a smile: "You little rascal, so clever! Be careful you're too clever and you won't get a husband."
"My husband is you, my dear brother!"
Xiao Juan emotionally wrapped her arms around her brother's neck.
Xiao Chuan pulled off his sister's skirt, which was in the way, and touched her bare bottom, asking, "How did you figure that out?"
"Figured out what?"
Xiao Juan's breathing quickened under her brother's caresses.
Xiao Chuan slowly teased his sister between her anus and vagina with his fingers, saying, "You little devil, how did you figure out that Mom and I... are getting together?"
"Oh, really? Brother, you really... are getting together with Mom?"
Xiao Juan jumped off her brother's body, her bare bottom exposed, and then threw herself into his arms, saying, "Brother, tell me quickly, what's going on between you two..."
"Okay, first put my cock inside your hole, and then I'll tell you slowly."
Since strenuous exercise was not advisable after a meal, Xiao Chuan simply kept his penis inside his sister's tight vagina, held her close, and then carefully told her everything about himself and his mother.
Xiao Juan listened quietly, occasionally asking questions amidst comfortable moans.
Her face was filled with ecstasy, whether from the gentle thrusting of her brother or from the tender mother-son relationship between her brother and mother, it was unclear.
When her brother finished speaking, she forcefully squatted down a few times and broke free from his embrace.
Then, without even putting on her pants, she ran naked out the door.
"Hey, hey, Xiaojuan, are you crazy? Why are you going out naked?"
"I'm going to call Mom..."
Watching his younger sister's bare white bottom disappear through the door, Xiaochuan smiled bitterly: "This little sister..."
A moment later, his mother's flustered voice rang out: "Oh dear, Xiaojuan, are you infatuated? Why are you pulling me around naked?"
"Mom, it's our own home, there are no outsiders. What's there to be afraid of? We'll have fun with our brother together..."
"Hai...hai what?"
His mother obviously didn't understand her daughter's foreign language.
But when she entered the room and saw her son's erect penis on the bed, she understood everything... VIII. A Perfect Match
In the blink of an eye, four or five months had passed.
That afternoon—
"Mom, I'm back."
Xiaochuan closed the door and called out as he walked upstairs.
As soon as he entered his bedroom, a pair of hands took his bag from behind and gently helped him take off his coat.
"Are you tired? Take a rest."
Needless to say, only his beloved mother could be so tender and considerate.
Xiao Chuan turned around, gently opening his arms to embrace her voluptuous body.
"I missed you so much, Mom."
The son's lips pressed against his mother's full, red lips, and their tongues began to intertwine.
With rapid breathing, the son's hands roamed over his mother's slender waist and round hips.
The mother's hands also tightly embraced her son's broad back, desperately pressing the bulge in his pants against her inner thighs.
After a while, Ailan broke free from her son's embrace, gently stroking his handsome cheek, and said softly, "You've worked all day, you must be very tired. Let Mom help you rest. When your sister comes home from school tonight, you two will definitely play until midnight again."
Xiaochuan squeezed his mother's large breasts: "Mom, when you're on top, you must turn your face towards me. I want to play with your breasts properly."
Ailan blushed and unbuttoned her son's shirt: "Are Xiaojuan's breasts fun to play with too? Mom is afraid you'll see the look on my face... so lewd... Mom will be embarrassed."
"Mom, I just love seeing the look on your face when we're touching each other. The more lewd, the more I like it."
“…Well…we’ll talk about it later. Anyway, I’ve already gone all out as your mother. I’ve already told you…what’s the point of saving face?”
As she spoke, Ailan gave her beloved son a charming sidelong glance, and casually squeezed his penis. “As long as you’re good here, let your mother…”
Looking at his mother’s blushing face, which was both shy and full of desire, Xiaochuan couldn’t help but feel a surge of lust.
He pulled his mother into his arms, his hand slipping under the slit of her cheongsam and into her panties, his fingers immediately sinking into the wet, muddy crevice: "Mom, your little cunt is yours. It's hard every time it's ready to serve you."
Ailan, panting from her son's ministrations, wanted him to immediately penetrate the vagina that had given her life: "Alright, alright. Go lie down on the bed, all that's left are your shoes and socks. Let Mom help you take them off."
Xiaochuan released her, kicked off his panties at his ankles, and lay back on his large bed.
Ailan, suppressing her lust, went to untie her son's shoelaces and remove his socks, her eyes already glued to his erect penis.
After putting away his shoes, Ailan grasped his thick member, opening her mouth to take the glistening glans into her mouth.
"Ah..."
Xiaochuan let out a long breath. 　　爱兰的口腔被儿子的肉棒塞得满满后，开始吸进吐出的动作，一心一意地专注于让儿子快乐这件事上。
她开始像是在摇拨浪鼓似的，摇动自己的头，不时发出啾噗┅啾噗┅淫靡的声响。
“啊┅咕┅呜┅”
小川皱着眉努力忍耐着这种刺激。
但是口腔中的温暖还有黏膜的柔软触感，再加上母亲绝妙的舌技，不可否认地，身体的反应正在逐渐升高当中。
不断传来的尖锐快感，使得小川简直喘不过气来。
他抬头看着，妈妈的细腰圆臀紧贴在床沿，随着妈妈的口腔运动也在不停的摇摆。
尤其是那被紫红色丝绸紧紧裹住的硕大浑圆的屁股，就在眼前不停的前后上下拱动，显得分外的诱人。
小川忍不住伸出手去，撩起了母亲旗袍的下摆，一把扯下了里面那条早已湿透的真丝内裤，把手插了进去。
妈妈的股缝中已经是水漫金山。
手指插进里面热烘烘、湿濡濡的，马上就进入了阴道里面。
妈妈的嘴部运动被这突然的插入刺激的停了一下，接着又开始更疯狂的吮吸。
小川握着妈妈的阴部，把妈妈的屁股往自己的面前拉了过来。
爱兰顺从的把屁股挪到儿子的面前，自己歪着身子靠在小川的小腹上为儿子口交。
小川也歪着上身，把脸贴到妈妈雪白粉嫩的屁股上，一面用手指在妈妈的穴里抽动，一面轻轻舔咬着妈妈屁股上滑润细腻的肌肤。
蓦地，他的心中一阵欲火涌起，仰起上身解着妈妈的衣扣∶“姆妈，我受不了了。你快点坐上去。”
虽然跟儿子上床已经有好几个月了，但爱兰在儿子面前仍然十分的害羞，根本比不上开朗大方的女儿那种说脱就脱，说上就上的爽快劲。
她羞涩的站起身脱掉旗袍，里面也只有一件儿子新为她买的‘庞地司’胸罩。
而脱了胸罩，脸对着儿子，跨上儿子的大腿，把儿子那雄壮的阳具往自己的穴里坐去时，那羞涩更让爱兰难以自已。
儿子的阳具还是那幺的大，那幺的粗，那幺的火热！
每次让儿子的生殖器插进自己生他的器官里，爱兰都会产生一种错乱感。
不仅仅是由于儿子鸡巴的粗大，每次插入时小穴里都胀得满满的，让她每一次都诧异自己的天生窄小的阴道当初是怎幺生出这幺大的一个身体；而且那种儿子把生殖器插进妈妈生殖器抽插时的错乱，更使饱受传统教育的她有一种强烈的隐匿的犯罪的快感。
就像她小时候偷偷的读《水浒传》时就幻想着自己是一个离家出走的男子，离开压抑的家庭，到广阔的江湖去行侠仗义，但今天虽然没有离开家，却有了离开传统礼教，离开世俗的社会，在另一个天地，一个乱伦的世界里胡天胡地。
儿子在揉弄妈妈的两个哺育过他的乳房。
圆丘上、乳头上阵阵的快感伴随着下体阴道里的刺激，让爱兰完完全全的放弃了母亲的尊严。
她摇动硕圆的屁股，不停的忽上忽下，把儿子的阳具在自己的穴里来回吞吐。
“好儿子┅┅我的心肝┅┅我┅┅的啊啊┅┅宝贝┅┅你戳死┅┅啊啊你┅┅你你娘了┅┅姆妈我适意死了┅┅啊啊啊┅┅你的卵泡真┅┅结棍（厉害）┅┅呵呵啊啊┅┅娘的穴┅┅快┅┅快啊啊啊┅┅快戳你姆妈┅┅快戳你姆妈的穴┅┅你娘的穴┅┅要你┅┅要你的鸟你的卵┅┅啊啊啊啊啊┅┅快戳你娘的穴┅┅我的儿子┅┅”
一阵阵从来也不曾从一向端异守礼的母亲的嘴里说出的脏话淫词，从妈妈的嘴里喷涌而出，伴着销魂的呻吟撒向躺着的儿子。
小川从来也没有听过、见过妈妈会这幺淫荡。
哪怕是刚乱伦的头几天里，妈妈在床上还教育女儿，给哥哥戳穴时不要叫粗话。
而今天，妈妈自己连下等人骂人时的“戳你娘的穴”都说出来了。
小川心里一阵阵的激动。
他知道妈妈直到今天才彻彻底底的放开了！
以前妈妈心中一直压抑着乱伦的犯罪感也在此时彻底抛开了。
他想起来抱着母亲就是一阵狂风骤雨的猛戳。
但是今天他心中还装着一个计划，要保存实力，好尽情实现。
于是他只是躺着任妈妈在身上自己发泄。
他只是玩玩妈妈的奶子，摸摸妈妈的屁股大腿。
爱兰的双腿开始用力的夹住儿子的腰。
一阵抽搐后，妈妈的穴里大股大股的液体喷向小川还没有软缩的肉棒。
紧接着妈妈的娇躯倒在了儿子的身上。
“好啊！姆妈，阿哥，你娘儿俩个乘我没有回来，就偷吃，是吗？”
妹妹的笑脸从门口露了出来。
她穿着一件淡蓝色阔袖平衿学生装，下面是一件黑色百褶学生裙，一头齐眉刘海的俗称“清汤挂面”的齐耳短发，衬着稚嫩秀丽的笑脸，一副清纯的小女生的样子，真正让人我见犹怜。
“怎幺今天回来得这幺早？”
虽说知道女儿这是玩笑，本来吗，母女俩在一个床上跟心爱的儿子哥哥肉搏了不知多少回了，但爱兰还是对这样赤裸裸的跟儿子躺在床上，对着女儿有那幺一点难为情。
“还早啊？我‘新雅’都去兜过了。你们看┅┅”
说着小娟抬起手给妈妈呵哥哥看自己手上的纸包。
“啥东西啊？要到‘新雅’去买？”
小川一手搂着妈妈，一手枕在脑后悠闲的问道。
“今朝是啥个日子？你们都忘记了？是不是只顾母子相奸，连中秋都忘记光了？”
小娟嘻嘻笑着，放下手里的东西，“是‘新雅’刚出炉的月饼。”
“来，到阿哥这里来。”
小川向妹妹招招手。
“做啥？你跟姆妈爱的好好的，我做啥的电灯泡？”
嘴里强着，小娟的脚却马上来到了哥哥的身边。
小川把手伸进了妹妹的学生裙里，抠摸着妹妹鲜嫩的小穴∶“阿哥怎幺会忘了呢？！阿哥老早就从‘利男居’订好了八鲜月饼，就在那边的书桌上。”
“哎呀，你们都买月饼了？！”
爱兰支起上身，一双雪白的乳房颤巍巍的直晃，“我上午也到‘乔家栅’买了两盒。”
“啊┅┅阿哥轻点┅┅我早讲的吗，你们都沉迷到┅┅嘻嘻┅┅母子乱伦里了，只晓得┅┅戳穴，还顾得上沟通过节的事┅┅”
爱兰伸手捏了一下女儿夏装里高翘的乳房，笑道∶“还是兄妹乱伦好。阿哥阿妹又是打kass，又是唆奶子，唆鸟子，又是舔穴、戳穴的，搞得连我的骚女儿都知道买月饼给哥哥过中秋，盼永生永世跟阿哥团团圆圆的了。”
“不要吗！阿哥，姆妈欺负我┅┅”
小娟红着脸向哥哥求援。
“是你先欺负姆妈的吗。”
小川听着妈妈和妹妹这充满家庭趣味的调侃，开心的把妹妹的头，按向自己的尚未射精的阳具，“阿哥罚你，把姆妈刚才没有来得及搞出来的精液，吸出来。”
小娟握住哥哥滑溜溜的阳具∶“哎呀，阿哥的卵子上都是妈妈的骚水。”
说着低头把哥哥的肉棒含进嘴里。
小川翻起面前妹妹屁股上的裙子，拉下白色的内裤，先拍了妹妹又紧又圆的嫩臀一下，然后在股缝里掏了一把说∶“还讲姆妈，你这里的骚水已经流了这幺多了。”
爱兰笑着从正在淫戏的儿女身上爬了出来，用自己的内裤擦了擦湿漉漉的阴部，然后连一件内衣也不穿，就这样套上旗袍，再回头对小川说∶“你们玩一会吧。姆妈去把毛豆芋艿热一下。好了来叫你们。”
（上海风俗，过中秋必用芋艿煮带壳的毛豆为主食。不知其他地方可是如此？）晚饭定在阁楼上吃是小川的主意，美其名曰是可以从天窗赏月。
其实在小川朝南的前楼一样可以欣赏到今晚明媚的月光。
但此时全家都拿小川当作了主心骨，谁也不会忤逆了他的心意。
全家就只有女儿婷婷不在。
女儿在外国人的幼稚园里住读。
外国人只讲究圣诞、复活一类的节日，才不在意中国的什幺中秋呢。
不过也好，这样大家就又少了份顾忌。
爱兰摆好碗筷，却见儿子拿了副香烛上来。
她奇怪的问∶“哎呀，儿子呀，今天又不是腊八过年，你拿香烛做啥？祭祖宗，还是拜神灵啊？”
还是小娟聪明，明白哥哥的心意∶“阿哥，今朝不是七月初七，你乞巧啊？”
七月七是天上牛郎织女七夕会的时候。
尽有痴情儿女在这七巧节乞求爱情如意。
小川微微一笑，摆好香烛，画了根洋火（火柴）点燃蜡烛∶“我们一家人已经功德圆满，不需要再乞巧了。我是要在这团圆之夜，拜求上天让我们全家人永远这样快快活活的生活在一起！”
这番话一出口，不但母亲爱兰，连一向调皮的妹妹小娟都严肃起来。
是啊！
只有像她们这样，沉浸在这蜜里调油般幸福的家庭之爱中的人，才知道团团圆圆的家庭生活的可贵！
爱兰带头拿起三枝香，点燃后插进香炉，再跪了下来虔诚的磕了三个头。
小川小娟也照样子做了。
一家人跪成一排，小川在中间，妈妈和妹妹分列两旁，一起叩拜起来。
爱兰虔诚的向皎洁的明月拜了几拜，闭上双眼喃喃的念道∶“上天啊，信氏弟子刘爱兰，虔诚祷告∶弟子与弟子之子结成孽缘，自知罪孽深重。不求今生富贵，不求来生做人，哪怕死后下十八层地狱，此后世世做牛做马，落畜生道，只求今生今世能永远与弟子之子张小川在一起，勿让人知，勿让人晓得，弟子减寿十年也心甘情愿！”
小娟接着拜道∶“月亮婆婆，下界女子张小娟求您了。求您能让我哥哥永远在我的身边，还有我的妈妈，都能在一起永远快乐下去，今生今世永不分离！”
小川也拜了几拜∶“月亮啊，你是团圆的像征，你是美满的保护神。我张小川不求富贵荣华，金玉满堂。只求永生永世都能和我心爱的妈妈、妹妹在一起，今世做母子，世世做母子，今世为兄妹，世世为兄妹，世世代代都成全我母子兄妹成为爱人，相亲相爱，直到天荒地老┅┅”
拜完月亮，大家都坐了下来。
一张小圆桌上摆满了酒菜。
小川坐在正对老虎窗的一面，妈妈和妹妹都坐在他的两边，紧靠着他，留下圆桌的一面空着。
小娟想把沙发椅拉宽松一点，被小川阻止了∶“算了，那面留给婷婷吧。”
小娟斜眼看着哥哥笑眯眯的说∶“阿哥，婷婷今年才三岁啊！你难道也想要她？”
“当然。”
爱兰正把一个个月饼切成四块，“我们家里有四个人。女的有三个，他做男人的怎幺好厚此薄彼呢？”
“不过┅┅婷婷还小呢。”
小娟往嘴里塞了个芋艿，含含糊糊的说。
小川接过妈妈递来的一块月饼，先亲了妈妈一口。
爱兰笑吟吟的接受了儿子的亲昵，听着儿子说出一番道理∶“婷婷是小，我现在动她也太没有人性了。不过我现在跟姆妈母子乱伦了，跟你兄妹乱伦了，现放着一个女儿，不去来个父女乱伦，你说不就像麻将桌上缺了个搭子，三缺一吗？只是婷婷是小了一点。但是我可以等。等她长大吗。”
爱兰一旁凑趣道∶“是啊，我们乡下养童养媳妇的，不要说十岁了，七八岁就同床了，十一二岁做妈的大有人在。”
小娟笑着指着哥哥∶“不管怎幺说，阿哥，你是个大色狼。”
小川龇牙咧嘴的做了个怪样，张开手扑到妹妹的身上，做势要咬∶“嗷┅┅色狼来吃你了┅┅”
爱兰笑着看着儿子女儿闹成一团，起身到留声机前放上一张胶木唱片。
顿时一阵甜美的歌声响了起来∶“那晚风吹来清凉，那夜莺正在歌唱，那月下的花儿都入梦，只有那夜来香，吐露着芬芳┅┅”
美丽的旋律中，一家人开心的吃着喝着彼此谈笑打闹着，小小的阁楼上充满了家庭的天伦之乐。
吃得差不多时，小川忽地开口对妹妹问道∶“小娟，你晓得为啥刚才我让你不穿内衣内裤上来吃饭吗？”
小娟红着脸斜了哥哥一眼∶“还不是你想打什幺坏主意，吃好饭好让你做坏事方便一点。”
爱兰也吃吃的笑着看着儿子，手在自己的屁股上摸了一下，自己的旗袍里也什幺都没有穿。
小川摇摇头∶“也对也不对。”
母女俩都有点诧异∶“不对在那里？难道你不想吗？”
“今朝晚上，我们吃的是赏月酒，是吗？”
“对啊。”
母女俩一起点头，还是一头的雾水，搞不懂这个儿子阿哥要出什幺花样经。
“刚刚我们赏的是天上明月，我现在要赏地上的‘明月’！”
“天上明月？地上明月？”
小娟还是有点弄不明白，“是‘天上明月光，疑是地上霜’？”
爱兰一下子明白了，俏脸涨得像要滴出血来∶“哎呀，你这个小赤佬真是坏死了！”
“姆妈，阿哥是啥意思啊？”
“　女儿，‘明月’就是┅┅就是┅┅”
爱兰心中又是兴奋又是害羞，吃吃的说不下去。
“半清风，一榻明月，回头叮咛轻些个，不比寻常浪风月┅┅”
小川色咪咪的，盯着羞意难掩的美艳的母亲，信口吟出一首有名的明朝的淫词。
“哎呀，你┅┅你，儿子啊，你真的要我们的┅┅”
爱兰心里又是紧张又是跃跃欲试。
“姆妈，对的。先赏明月，再折后庭花。”
这下小娟也懂了。
‘明月’是指自己和妈妈的屁股，‘后庭花’是哥哥要插屁眼！
她也知道‘后庭花’。
《性经》里也说过，法国女人都喜欢这调调儿。
据说法国女人让她们的丈夫和情人走‘后门’的机会，比走‘前门’要多一倍。
但是哥哥的阳具这幺粗，自己的屁眼又那幺小，平时哥哥戳穴时，把手指抠进来都很痛。
要是把那幺粗的大肉棒插进去会不会痛死？
小川扶着妈妈趴在沙发椅上，弓起身子，把臀部高高地翘起，然后掀起旗袍的下摆，露出美丽的屁股。
小娟也趴在沙发椅上，撅起屁股，等着哥哥撩起裙子。
小川把圆桌推到一旁，把两张沙发推到一起。
顿时，妈妈和妹妹，两个圆圆雪白的屁股，并排撅在他的眼前。
他脱掉自己身上的衣服，坐到自己的椅子上开始赏玩妈妈和妹妹的‘明月’了。
他一手一个抚摸着妈妈和妹妹的屁股，不时扒开股缝欣赏着。
妈妈的屁股硕大而柔软，上面的皮肤是那幺的细腻。
妹妹的屁股小了一点，但这几个月来在他男性的滋润下也开始圆润起来，但屁股上的肉还是很有弹性。
他扒开妈妈的股缝，欣赏这里面的风光。
妈妈的阴唇周围长满了黑黑的阴毛，通红的穴肉微微张开着，淫亵的沾满了湿漉漉的淫水，仿佛在渴盼儿子鸡巴的到来。
而阴唇上面的屁眼却紧紧的闭合着，连放射状的皱褶都是粉红色的，简直跟妹妹的一模一样。
小川连忙也扒开妹妹的屁股对照了一下。
果然，妹妹的屁眼除了皱褶的范围小了一点，无论是色泽，还是皱褶的形状，母女俩的屁眼极其相似。
他满意的把两只手的中指插向母亲和妹妹的屁眼。
乾乾的、紧紧的，很难插入。
小娟的屁股明显的抽搐了一下，屁眼里的括约肌把哥哥的手指紧紧的箍在里面。
小娟可怜巴巴的问道∶“阿哥，是不是┅┅要戳那里了？”
小川抽出手指，啪的一声在妹妹的屁股蛋上拍了一下∶“别怕，哥哥不是说要‘赏月’吗？不好好的欣赏欣赏你和妈妈的屁股，是不会轻易给你的后门开苞的。”
说着，他调皮的用手指抠了一下妹妹的湿淋淋的小穴∶“不过你的穴痒了可要好好等一会了。”
爱兰在一旁用怯生生的声音说道∶“小川，可不可以快一点┅┅姆妈一直这样┅┅怪难为情的。”
小川看看，妈妈和妹妹一样都撅着个白白光光的大屁股，衣襟半解露出两个圆圆的大奶子，像发情的母狗一样跪趴在矮扶手的沙发椅上，把女人身上最隐秘的地方暴露在光天化日之下，确实够淫荡刺激的。
难怪一向连床上都十分矜持的妈妈感到难为情。
“姆妈，不要急。儿子来给你舔一舔穴和屁眼，孝敬孝敬您做娘的。”
小川柔声回答。
就在小川低头吻上妈妈的穴时，小娟噗嗤一乐∶“姆妈，我们连穴都给阿哥戳了，露个穴还有什幺难为情的。”
小川把妈妈的阴蒂含到嘴里吮吸了一下，笑道∶“阿妹啊，你欺负姆妈老实，是吗？等一会我好好惩罚惩罚你的屁股的。”
“哎呀，阿哥我怕死了，怕死了。呜呜，你不要欺负人家的可怜的屁股好吗？”
小娟装出怕兮兮的声音求饶，但紧接着把屁股撅得更高了。
小川一只手摸着妹妹的屁股，扣着她的屁眼和小穴，另一只手分开妈妈的阴唇，仔细的在里面舔着。
他先吮了一会妈妈的那粒小珍珠后，再把妈妈的两片小阴唇含进嘴里，吮吸着上面的爱液。
当他把舌头像阴茎一样伸进妈妈的阴道里时，妈妈发出了一声重重的呻吟。
妈妈阴道里的爱液早已水满为患，在穴口形成一片乳白色的泡沫。
那泡沫酸酸的，腥腥的。
但在小川的食谱里却是最甘美的饮料。
他在同母亲发生性关系的那天晚上的母子兄妹三人行中，既让母亲爱上了这让她老人家战栗的异行，又自己爱上了妈妈的爱液。
他的舌头掬了一些母亲的爱液，涂到了妈妈的菊花上。
妈妈的屁眼已经不是第一次舔了。
但今天是他要夺走妈妈的最后一个处女的时候。
他的舌尖顶开了妈妈那紧闭的皱褶，在那盛开的菊花蕾尖吐出妈妈自己的淫液。
爱兰开始轻声的尖叫。
她拼命想压抑住自己不要叫出那些羞死人的淫声浪语，但从阴唇和屁眼里传来的阵阵的刺痒和快意，又实在压制不住。
她只能发出一声声“丝丝”的喘气和“啊啊”的呻吟。
真是羞死人了！
自己一个做了妈妈，还已经做了奶奶的人了，守了这幺多年的节，不但没有守住，还跟自己亲生的儿子发生了┅┅还不但让儿子戳自己的穴，舔自己的穴，还让儿子舔屁眼！
自己竟然还那幺的爽快，更不用说虽然怕痛，自己心中毕竟还是渴望着儿子戳进自己的屁眼，夺走自己的最后一块处女地。
啊！
儿子的舌头顶进自己的屁眼里来了！
从未被异物进入过的屁眼里是那幺的难受。
那微微的胀痛和巨大的刺痒夹杂着穴里的骚痒，让爱兰全身止不住的颤抖起来。
她的胳膊再也自己的上身。
她软倒在沙发上，用两只手揉着自己的乳房，大声的呻吟着。
不一会，屁眼上的刺痒和胀感消失了。
从女儿小娟那里传来了“吧唧，吧唧”的声音。
儿子开始舔他妹妹的穴和屁股了。
她觉得轻松了一点，但同时也觉得下身有那幺一点空虚。
不过儿子的魔手很快就填补了空虚。
小娟人调皮，连玩穴和玩屁股都调皮。
她不是用她那已经很紧的小穴夹哥哥伸进来的舌头，就是在哥哥的舌头往穴里伸到底时用迷人的屁股来夹哥哥的鼻子。
小川好笑的打了妹妹的屁股一巴掌，才换得她老实一点。
不过小川觉得手掌跟妹妹那细嫩光滑而又有弹性的屁股接触很舒服，便开始在那上面劈劈啪啪的轻轻拍了起来。
那知道小娟竟然像是很享受哥哥打屁股的感觉，竟然发出舒服的呻吟。
小川觉得很好玩便连妈妈的屁股也拍打起来。
顿时阁楼里里啪啦的打屁股声和母女俩的呻吟声响成了一串。
母女俩的四瓣圆屁股蛋也开始微微发红起来。
爱兰虽然觉得屁股在儿子的掌下很受用，但儿子打妈妈的屁股，感情上毕竟很受不了。
她哀求道∶“儿子啊，不要打了，好吗？姆妈这样子┅┅不┅┅不要打姆妈屁股了┅┅”
小娟却嘻嘻直笑∶“阿哥不要听姆妈的，姆妈从小没有少打过你和我的屁股，今朝你都打回来。”
小川心里多少疼妈妈，再拍打了一会儿，就停下手，爱抚着妈妈和妹妹有些发红发烫的屁股，兴奋的说∶“姆妈，阿妹，我们又寻到一个开心的游戏。以后我们每次戳穴都打打屁股好吗。”
小娟赞成，妈妈却红着脸没说什幺。
小川知道妈妈其实很享受，只是碍于面子，不好意思答应。
他便俯身凑到妈妈的耳边∶“姆妈，你要是觉得难为情，我们今后就单独在一起的时候打屁股。”
小娟却在一旁不依不饶∶“不行。以后我们三个人在一起玩的时候，阿哥你不打，我就打妈妈的屁股。那特好玩。”
小川哈哈大笑。
妈妈却羞的把脸埋到沙发里只是吃吃的笑。
小川转到妈妈和妹妹的面前，把旗杆一样竖起的阳具挺到她们的面前∶“姆妈，阿妹，帮我舔一下鸟子。我要戳你们的穴了。”
妈妈温顺的把儿子的龟头含进嘴里，把肉棒的棒身和下面的卵蛋让给了女儿。
小娟把哥哥的卵蛋凑到嘴边，抬起头诧异的问道∶“阿哥，你不是讲要戳屁眼的吗？怎幺又要戳穴了？”
“你这幺喜欢戳你的小屁眼啊？那好，我立刻就戳！”
小娟连忙摇头，把哥哥的一个卵蛋吸进嘴里，用力含舔起来。
小川看着妈妈和妹妹拼命用嘴侍奉自己的可爱的淫荡模样，享受着阳具上传来的异常快意的享受，不禁开心的摸着妈妈和妹妹的俏脸蛋说∶“姆妈，阿妹，刚才我玩了你们的屁股有好一会了。大概你们的穴里都骚死了。待会儿我先给你们的穴里解解痒、去去骚。然后再折我亲爱的妈妈和妹妹的后庭花。”
母女俩嘴里说不出话来，但眼睛里都露出了感谢和满意的神采。
小川先站到妈妈的身后，将他湿漉漉的大肉棒插进了妈妈的穴里。
妈妈的骚穴又滑又烫，紧紧的包裹着儿子的阳具。
小川开始慢慢的抽送。
在儿子温柔的抽插下，爱兰渐渐变得主动起来。
小川只觉得妈妈的阴户内部开始吞吐、吸嘬，把他的肉棒紧紧箍住。
纤细的腰开始扭动，浑圆的屁股在他的身底一下一下地挺动，乳房也在身子下面摇来荡去。
小娟挺起身∶“阿哥，我来帮你推屁股。”
小川笑着摇摇头，让妹妹趴到妈妈的身上，去揉妈妈的奶子，自己也好就近玩弄妹妹的屁股。
就这样操着妈妈的穴，摸着妹妹的屁股，小川觉得生活是那幺的美好，这家庭中秘密的日子是多幺的快乐！
他不由得加快了抽插的速度。
妈妈低下头，将儿子一不小心滑出来的阴茎又塞进她的花蕊，然后屁股开始疯狂地前后耸动。
小川看妈妈的肌肤变得潮红，看着对面梳妆镜里妈妈那死死咬着自己的下唇，被汗水弄湿的秀发有一缕耷在额前，看着妈妈美妙的阴户在他的抽动下一张一合，他再次感受到了了什幺是中年少妇的风情与美态。
妈妈的穴心一阵紧缩。
小川知道妈妈已经达到了高潮，便放慢了速度。
果然一股股滚烫的淫水从花心喷涌而来，烫得小川几乎也射了出来。
看妈妈软到在沙发上，小川拔出硬硬的阳具，拉过妹妹的屁股，让妹妹趴在妈妈的屁股上，扒开股缝，分开紧紧的合在一起的阴唇就戳了进去。
阳具全部插入妹妹的嫩穴后，小川开始抽送起来。
妹妹到底没有生过孩子，小穴特别的紧。
阳具插在里面抽送，带着淫水吱吱作响。
小娟对哥哥的抽插非常受用，呻吟声此起彼落，不久更用手扒大屁股，让小穴更大开，完全忘掉禁忌，只管尽情享受。
小川用手撑着妹妹的上半身，下身向前，插得更深了，抽送更加剧烈了。
小娟咬紧牙关，开始声声求饶∶“哦┅┅啊啊┅┅阿哥┅┅慢点，我受不了┅┅穴里好舒服┅┅阿哥┅┅啊啊哦┅┅你的棒头太大了┅┅戳的┅┅阿妹的┅┅穴┅┅开了┅┅肠子顶┅┅顶穿了┅┅我舒服死了┅┅我我上天了┅┅阿哥┅┅快戳妹妹┅┅戳妹妹的穴┅┅不┅┅不┅┅慢一点，慢一点┅┅”
小娟阴道里一阵阵收缩，压榨得小川的肉棒几乎就要泄了出来。
他连忙放慢速度，阳具不紧不慢的在妹妹的花心上点戳着，手里也开始揉起妹妹的乳房。
小娟在哥哥的双重攻击下几乎崩溃。
她无力的耸动着屁股，手也反射性的揉捏妈妈的奶子。
妈妈本来已经瘫软了。
但是女儿的揉捏又给了她新的快感。
再加上女儿的阴部紧贴着她的屁股。
儿子在妹妹的穴里抽插时，阴囊不停的敲打在她的会阴。
她也忍不住呻吟了出来。
留声机里的唱片已经转到了快结束的地方。
爱兰最喜欢的一首歌放了出来∶“浮云散，明月照人还。团圆美酒，今朝醉。清浅池塘，鸳鸯戏水。红裳绿盖，并蒂莲开。双双对对，恩恩爱爱，这软风向着好花吹，柔情蜜意，暖人间┅┅”
歌声、呻吟声、肉棒戳穴时的“吧唧”声，在小小的空间里组成了一首淫靡而美满的家庭爱曲。
小娟也泄了。
她也软倒在妈妈身上。
小川抽出阳具，乘着上面满是淫水，扒开妹妹的屁眼，就向里攻去。
小娟因突然而来一阵刺痛尖叫起来，屁股拼命的摇晃，想摆脱哥哥对屁眼的进犯∶“好痛┅┅阿哥┅┅不要┅┅快抽出来┅┅阿哥，我不玩┅┅戳屁眼┅┅拿出来！”
“不会的，已经进入一半了，再一点点┅┅哦┅┅”
小川一面安慰妹妹，一面放慢了戳入的速度，但仍然缓缓的往里插去。
小川有过肛交的经验，知道肛交最难的是阴茎最大的部分──龟头穿过肛门口最紧的那一部分括约肌时。
这时不但女方痛苦，而男方的阳具也最痛。
一旦龟头插进了直肠，那就容易戳到根了，双方也都好过了，快感也很快就会产生。
“不要┅┅阿哥┅┅不要呀┅┅不要再戳了┅┅”
小娟痛苦的呻吟。
“哦┅┅进去了。”
小川呻吟着，长长的出了一口气。
阳具已经完全插到了根部。
“好┅┅好舒服┅┅妹妹，谢谢你┅┅以后你会觉得插屁眼舒服的。”
小娟的屁眼里有如火一般炙热。
不过刺痛渐渐地轻下来。
小川将阳具慢慢地抽出后再度插入┅┅他轻轻揉着妹妹屁眼附近的肌肉∶“不会痛了吧！啊？阿哥不会骗你的┅┅”
轻微的痛楚与不可思议的感觉涌了上来，又热又麻痹的感觉。
小川有韵律的抽动着，然后将右手绕过妹妹的腰前，抚摸着妹妹敏感的花蕾。
“哦喔┅┅”小娟的口中泄出了甜美的呻吟声。
“┅┅呼┅┅小娟，爽吗？哥哥没有骗你吧？”
“啊！┅┅有啊┅┅好奇妙的感觉！┅┅啊，跟戳穴完全不┅┅不同的感觉┅┅”小娟激动的喘息着。
肛门口尚残留着刺痛与灼热，而前面因阴蒂被爱抚而产生敏锐的快感综合着袭向小娟。
不同种类的快感混杂着┅┅不知是希望哥哥停止或继续的复杂心情，实在难以言谕。
“这里也让你舒服吧！”
小川的手指离开花蕾，滑入了流出爱液的穴内。
“啊啊┅┅”小娟愉快的颤动着腰部。
“哦┅┅啊呜┅┅小娟，阿妹┅┅你屁眼┅┅好紧┅┅”正在抽动的小川发出快意的呻吟，“快┅┅快受不了了┅┅小娟，戳穴与戳屁眼那边比较舒服呢？
啊┅┅？”
“不知道┅┅戳穴好舒服┅┅啊┅┅戳屁股也┅┅好┅┅两边都好┅┅不一样的感觉都是第一次┅┅最好┅┅能两边┅┅一起来┅┅”“哦呜┅┅不行了┅┅我要射出来了。”
紧胀滚烫的处女屁眼让小川再也忍不住了。
“好，阿哥，我也快出来了，再、再用力戳我！”
小娟发出疯狂淫乱的喊叫声。
“要去了！”
小川加快腰部运动。
“哦┅┅”小娟发出快乐投了的呻吟。
　　“我，我也要┅┅出┅┅出来┅┅啊┅┅我们一起┅┅一起来吧！”
软缩的阳具脱离妹妹的屁眼后，小川倒在了身后的沙发上。
而连泄了两次的小娟，歪倒在妈妈身边一动都不能动了。
爱兰已经缓过神来。
刚才那惊心动魄的屁眼之战把她这做妈的听得心惊肉跳，又怕又想。
儿子刚戳进女儿屁眼里的时候，女儿痛苦的哭叫，让她几乎要出声制止儿子对妹妹的肆虐。
但后来女儿疯狂的快乐又让她蠢蠢欲动，急不可待的想试试这从未听说过的性游戏。
她撑起身子，把女儿抱到旁边的床上，然后再把已经吱吱乱转的留声机唱头重新放到那首《花好月圆》的一段上。
“浮云散，明月照人还┅┅”悠扬的歌声中爱兰跪到了儿子面前。
Unconcerned about the filth, she took her son's penis, which he had just pulled from her daughter's anus, into her mouth and slowly began to suck on it.
Xiao Chuan watched his mother kneeling and serving him with love.
He gently stroked her long, glossy black hair and softly said, "Mom, this song is so beautiful. With you, Mom, our family is truly complete. I'm so intoxicated by the tenderness between you and my sister..." Ai Lan glanced coquettishly at her beloved son, then lowered her head, focusing intently on licking his penis.
After regaining his virility, Xiao Chuan helped his mother to lie face down on the sofa in front of them.
He saw between her two white buttocks, her pink anus gently opening and closing, the vaginal fluid from their lovemaking flowing there, glistening and moist, tempting him, her son.
He stood behind his mother, supporting Ai Lan's soft, slippery buttocks with one hand, and grasping his now rock-hard penis with the other, he inserted it into his mother's anus.
"Oh, be gentle, it hurts," Ailan pleaded, turning to look at her beloved son.
Because Xiaochuan's penis had been kissed by his mother, it was quite smooth, and her anus was also covered in vaginal fluid, so his large penis slowly squeezed into her anus.
His mother endured the pain without uttering a sound as her son inserted his penis into her anus.
The warm and tight feeling made Xiaochuan thrust rapidly.
Ailan raised her hips to meet him, her starry eyes sparkling, further fueling Xiaochuan's desire to abuse his mother's buttocks.
Finally, Ailan's moans turned into low whimpers, and her anus no longer welcomed her son's thrusts, but began to evade.
Xiaochuan knew his mother couldn't hold back any longer, so he pulled his penis out of her anus and inserted it into her vagina.
Mother and son reached the peak of pleasure together, only to fall back to earth together.
Xiaochuan
lay on the bed in the attic, holding his mother and sister. Listening to their sweet breaths, gazing at their alluring faces, and caressing their silky smooth, jade-like skin, recalling the blissful encounter just moments before, he couldn't help but hum his favorite song: "The floating clouds disperse, the bright moon shines on us. Reunion wine, let's get drunk today. In the shallow pond, mandarin ducks play. Red skirts and green canopies, lotus blossoms bloom in pairs. Pairs upon pairs, loving and affectionate, this gentle breeze blows towards the beautiful flowers, tender feelings, warming the world..."
His mother and sister joined in the humming...
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