[Family Secrets] (Part Two)

A moment later, my brother pushed open the door and came in. Seeing me lying on the bed, a look of disdain immediately appeared in his eyes . He

snorted and walked towards his bed.

The next second, he saw my phone on his bed. As if realizing something,

a look of panic crossed his face. He hesitated, glancing at me several times before picking up the phone and checking it. While checking,

he said, trying to sound calm, "Hey, you didn't touch my phone, did you?"

I ignored him. After he asked several times, I rolled over in bed, rubbing my eyes with my right hand,

looking like I had just woken up, and said lazily, "I went to sleep as soon as I got back. I didn't see your phone on your bed. I

wouldn't even want it if you gave it to me. Who cares?" I even yawned as I spoke.

My brother still looked at me suspiciously, then looked down again. Seeing nothing amiss

, he put down the phone, snorted, packed his bag, changed his clothes, and left.

I remember how close my brother and I were when we were little. But ever since my parents changed their attitude towards me and

gave to my brother, he changed too

. He started ignoring me, despising me, and looking down on me—all because my parents spoiled him.

The thought that my mother would shamelessly commit adultery with my brother just because he got good grades filled me

with a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling that overwhelmed me. The strongest feeling was jealousy

;

I wanted to kill my brother and take his place. This thought startled me, but then I thought, if my brother died,

would have my mother all to myself?

I slapped my cheeks hard, shook my head, and decided to stop thinking about these things and go

eat .

When I got to the dining table in the living room, I found my father had already returned and was

serving rice.

"Dad, you're back. Were there many people selling recyclables today? I think it might rain tomorrow,

remember bring an umbrella."

Hearing my words, Dad didn't react much. He silently took his bowl and sat down at the table,

glancing at me indifferently, and said, "Oh, I know. Eat." Then he buried his head and shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

I nodded silently, filled my bowl with rice, and sat down. Although I was used to Dad's cold words, I

was still a little sad. On the other side, Mom had already served my brother's rice. She was currently piling food onto his

plate , practically stuffing it all into his bowl, and looking at him with a gentle, kind expression, telling him

to eat slowly. She didn't react at all to our conversation earlier.

Seeing this scene, I remembered the video from earlier, where Mom was lewdly giving my brother oral sex, her plump buttocks raised, her

hands gripping the sheets tightly as she silently endured the sounds of his thrusting. I also saw the look of

pleasure .

Looking at my father, who was eating with his head down beside me, his wrinkled face, slightly hunched back

, and weary eyes, I suddenly felt sorry for him. He probably didn't know that

while , his wife was having an affair with his son. If he knew, he would probably be devastated.

At that moment, my father looked up at me and asked, "How are your studies going? Although I've given up

hope on you, you still need to study. If you do poorly on the college entrance exam this time, you shouldn't go to

university . You should find a job."

I lowered my head and meekly agreed, not daring to say anything more. I knew that our family could no

longer afford to send two people to university at the same time.

After asking me, Dad turned to my brother, a smile on his face, and asked, "Xiaoming, how's it going? Are you confident about

the college entrance exam Don't overwork yourself, okay?"

My brother burped first, then gave me a smug look before saying, "Dad, don't

worry about me at all. I reckon I can at least get into a top-tier university this time. I'm not like some people."

Hearing my brother's words, Dad nodded in satisfaction and chuckled, "I know you're good, but

don't be arrogant. Be humble, okay? Haha."

I was feeling quite annoyed listening to this. I was just about to finish my meal quickly and leave when I heard Dad say,

"Meicong, go to the market tomorrow and buy an old hen for Xiaoming. It's good to spend the money." I thought to myself, no

matter how much he eats, he'll still look malnourished.

"Ah...ah...okay, I'll go buy it tomorrow morning." Mom seemed a little

dazed , and Dad had to ask her several times before she came to her senses.

Dad didn't seem to notice and continued eating, but I felt something was off. I kept glancing at Mom and

noticed her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her left hand was under the table, moving slightly. She was even

making soft moaning sounds. Something seemed to be going on under the table.

Since Dad was sitting directly opposite Mom, he couldn't see what was happening under the table. From my

angle, with my brother blocking the view, I couldn't see Mom's lower body at all. Just as I was about to give up,

I suddenly caught a glimpse of a mirror on a cabinet not far to Mom's right, and I was immediately stunned.

The lens reflected my mother's lower body perfectly. Today, she was wearing a white floral

dress . In the lens, a slender hand had lifted her dress and

pulled her panties aside. A long, thin middle finger was inserted into her pink vulva, while the index finger teased her

clitoris . With each touch, her body trembled involuntarily, and more and

more vaginal fluid flowed out. Her left hand was grasping that slender hand, but it was useless; it didn't

stop the teasing

at all. You've probably guessed it by now. Yes, the owner of that hand was my own brother. He was having dinner

, right in front of my father, and he was digitally raping my mother. And my mother didn't say a word to stop him, letting him do as he

pleased. I found it unbelievable. Isn't this kind of scene only in pornographic books? Wasn't my brother

afraid of being discovered by my father?

Just as I hesitated whether to speak up and stop them, I was drawn to what I saw through the lens. My mother

's vagina was completely covered in vaginal fluid and looked very smooth. I saw that my brother's middle finger was completely

inserted into my mother's vagina. The red mucous membrane between her labia tightly wrapped around my brother's middle finger,

leaving no gaps.

But my brother didn't seem to intend to stop there. His slender middle finger started moving again, initially

gently thrusting in and out, then gradually increasing the speed. I could see the mucous membrane inside Mom's vagina

being repeatedly pulled in and out with each rapid thrust, and more and more vaginal fluid was flowing out. In the end, I could vaguely hear a squelching sound. Mom had lowered her head to her chest, her body trembling

unnaturally . 　　Through my glasses, I saw that after a suppressed moan from Mom, a large amount of fluid suddenly gushed out , and Mom seemed to let out a heavy sigh. Then, Mom lightly slapped my brother's hand with her left hand, but to me, it looked more like a playful slap. 　　My brother quietly withdrew his middle finger, which made a Dad looked up, probably thinking someone had farted, and didn't ask any questions . 　　I was still reeling from the fact that Mom had been brought to orgasm by her own son in front of Dad. I glanced at my brother, who was nonchalantly drinking his soup, and I was genuinely impressed. I'd been wondering why he was using his left hand to hold the spoon, but it turned out his right hand was busy dealing with Mom. His nonchalant, unperturbed demeanor was so natural; he could definitely act. 　　While I was still processing these mixed feelings, Dad finished his meal, stood up, and walked to the sofa. Through my glasses, I saw Mom quickly adjust her underwear and pull down her skirt. 　　But Dad noticed the wet floor at Mom's feet, a result of her orgasm, and frowned. "What happened ? Why is there such a big puddle?" 　　Mom stammered in a panic, "Ah… this… this is something I accidentally spilled on the floor when I was carrying the soup. It's okay, I'll mop it up later." Her disheveled state almost made me laugh , and my brother looked like he wanted to laugh but dared not. 　　Dad didn't suspect anything, muttered a few more words, and then sat down on the sofa to watch TV. 　　Seeing that Dad didn't press the matter, Mom breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to look at my brother and me, whose expressions were almost comical, she was instantly enraged. Naturally, she wouldn't scold my brother, so she vented her anger on me. 　　"Why haven't you finished eating yet? You can't even eat properly! How will you manage in society? You can't work , you can't study, and you still eat so much!" Fortunately, I was used to it; her words went in one ear and out the other. 　　If I hadn't known about Mom and my brother's affair, I would have humbly accepted her words . But now, being lectured by Mom, I only had one thought in my mind: Mom is so shameless and immoral , even being sexually assaulted to the point of climax in front of me—what right does she have to be my mother? Has she ever cared about me ? Mom is just a bitch her son plays with at will. Perhaps even I didn't realize it, but without realizing it, my perception of Mom had changed. 　　Ignoring Mom's nagging, I ladled myself another bowl of soup and slowly began to drink it. Because Mom had been busy enjoying her climax, there was still more than half a bowl of rice left in her bowl. Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, she stopped lecturing and started eating. 　　My brother had already taken out his precious phone and was fiddling with something while drinking his soup. 　　I thought to myself, "You're really in the mood, aren't you? Did you just have some fun with Mom?" My eyes unconsciously drifted back to the phone's lens, and I made a new discovery. Mom had probably been in a rush and hadn't put her skirt down properly, revealing a small patch of her wheat-colored thigh. 　　I'd seen her thighs many times before when she wore shorts, but this time, I felt an irresistible allure to her wheat-colored thighs, which, from working, had become particularly firm and elastic. They kept drawing me in. 　　My eyes widened in disbelief, and I swallowed hard. A surge of desire welled up within me. Because the floor beneath my mother's feet was completely wet, she had moved closer to my brother, practically right next to him , leaving me only an arm's length between us. Simply put, I could easily reach over him and lift my mother's skirt without my brother noticing. 　　This thought, like a drug, slowly eroded my brain and my reason. Finally , I couldn't take it anymore. So, I reached out my right hand and, without quickly lifted my mother's skirt and touched her thigh. My 　　first sensation was softness, elasticity, and a fleshy feel. My right hand involuntarily kneaded it forcefully , but the next moment I snapped back to reality and realized my hand was already on her thigh. A wave of fear washed over . I thought, "Oh no, how am I going to explain this to Mom?" My right hand remained frozen on my mother's thigh, too afraid to move, lest I hear her scolding. 　　But after waiting a while, I realized that Mom didn't say anything, or even react as expected. She just casually picked up food and ate . I realized that Mom thought it was my brother touching her, so she didn't react. She would never have thought I would dare to touch her. Humph, since that's the case, I'll just go with the flow. 　　Thinking this, my right hand moved again. After feeling the soft elasticity of her thigh, I touched Mom's vulva through her underwear. It was still radiating heat and felt wet, clearly from Mom 's vaginal fluid. 　　I pulled Mom's underwear aside and first teased her clitoris for a while. I could feel Mom's buttocks involuntarily twitching several times. It's a pity I can't see the full view of Mom's vulva, otherwise I would have to study it properly. 　　I thought this, but my hand movements became increasingly agitated. I extended my index finger, flicked the mucous membrane of my mother , then adjusted its direction and slowly inserted it into her pink vagina. I felt the vaginal walls rise up to meet my finger, tightly enveloping it. I felt a wave of heat and softness enveloping my finger, it felt incredibly good. If my penis were inside, it would be unbearably pleasurable. 　　I felt my mother's vagina becoming increasingly wet, and her gaze grew more and more hazy . The blush that had just faded returned to her face, her small mouth slightly open, her eyes almost overflowing with tears as she looked at my brother. 　　Just as I couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to imitate my brother, using my finger to thrust in and out of her vagina, my brother suddenly withdrew...

Seeing this, I didn't dare to be careless. Reluctantly, I

pulled It took a bit of effort to pull it out completely, showing

how tightly the vaginal walls had gripped it.

Watching my mother secretly straighten her clothes and then glare reproachfully at my brother, who looked completely bewildered, I

almost burst out laughing. The neglect and contempt I had suffered in this cold and unloving family were finally

finding some relief. It felt so good.

My brother quickly finished his soup, threw down his chopsticks, and went straight into his room. My mother, however

, picked up all the dishes and chopsticks except mine and took them to the kitchen to wash.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, but today I felt a deep

sense of shame from that indifference. My perception of my mother had changed from that of a respectable housewife to that of a wanton, shameless

bitch, a whore. I think I no longer felt any affection for her; I only had one thought

: to make this shameless bitch moan beneath me.

I gazed intently at my mother's figure. Her usually unremarkable body now ignited my

lust in every part. The semen on my right index finger had dried. I brought it to my nose, smelling the pungent odor.

A wicked smile spread across my face. At that moment, I finally made up my mind. Mom, just wait.

One day , I will carve my name on your buttocks.

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