The Secrets of Shikumen

I. An Ordinary Family
"Ding-dong..."
The clock on 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, the clatter of manure carts, and the shouts of vendors selling breakfast filled the alleyways and shikumen houses, and people began to move about.
Liu Ailan, the mother of Zhang in Baoqing Lane, 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, the 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 has in Jiangbei dialect."
(Note: Geli, a derogatory term or joke used in old Shanghai for office workers who wore Western suits, 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 staring at me like that? It's giving me goosebumps."
"Mom, you look so beautiful! Dressed like that, 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, quickly explaining, "Today I'm taking Tingting to a foreign kindergarten for full-time daycare, so I dressed up a bit. Who knew you two..."
The family finished breakfast happily.
Xiaochuan waved his hand: "Little sister, let's go. Let's call a rickshaw."
Xiao Juan took her brother's arm and walked out together.
◆◆◆Ru Chen'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," Xiao Chuan ordered, helping his sister into the rickshaw.
"Sir, Madam, please sit tight,"
the driver replied 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 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… After sending the intern to the printing press, only he and the beautiful woman with the large eyes remained 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 Xiao Chuan approached, the beautiful woman's shoulders visibly stiffened.
Although she was drawing something on the 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, so it's just the two of us now..."
"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 beautiful sounds of "Puzzle! Puzzle!" echoed in the small room, rising and falling incessantly.
"Oh...oh...slow...slow down..."
Amidst the continuous moans, Su Su kept her eyes tightly closed, her head swaying from side to side.
Her vagina was narrow and deep, the cavern exceptionally hot, and her vaginal fluids gushed
forth like a spring. This made Xiao Chuan thrust his jade stem forward forcefully.
After Su Su let out a moan, she gripped the edge of the table with both hands, opened her mouth wide, and let out an electric-like groan.
She bit her red lips tightly with her teeth 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 followed his lover's wishes, his hips pressed tightly together, his jade stem pressed against the cavern, feeling the deep mons pubis sucking and swallowing his glans, the 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 tip, shooting deep into the sweet depths of the beauty in his arms...
II. Mother's Heart is Heavy with Thoughts
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 glows, and the faint strains of music drifted over: "Night Shanghai, night Shanghai, you too are a city that never sleeps, the lights come on... song and dance fill the air. Wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves, reveling in wild abandon, wasting their youth..."
Reaching the alleyway entrance, after dismissing the driver, Xiao Chuan looked up and saw that the alleyway was sparsely lit; everyone was almost asleep.
"Ah..."
Xiao Chuan yawned deeply. "So tired! Let's wash our faces and feet quickly and go to bed."
The house was dark.
His mother and younger sister were probably asleep.
Xiao Chuan didn't turn on the light, tossed his purse onto the eight-immortal table in the living room, and tiptoed to the kitchen.
"Snap!" He turned on the light, but a scream of "Wow!" startled him.
In the dim light, the small kitchen was filled with steam, like wisps of gauze floating in the air.
A snow-white body was turning around abruptly, clutching its chest.
"You scared me to death! It's you!"
It turned out to be his mother taking a bath.
Ai Lan let out a long sigh: "Why did you come in without a sound?"
Seeing that it was her son, Ai Lan lowered her arm from her chest, casually covering her private parts with a towel.
Xiao Chuan glanced at his mother's body, then quickly lowered his eyes, his heart pounding.
Partly from the genuine shock he'd just experienced, and partly 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 they 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 skin on her face and hands, but the skin under the clothes of a little girl.
Her son's large, gentle hand touched her back, and Ailan's muscles tensed involuntarily. Although she felt uneasy, she couldn't bear to refuse: "Is it the 'Changsan' of Fourth Road (now Fuzhou Road in Shanghai, formerly a concentration of brothels), or the ladies of the Paramount? Comparing your mother to those kinds of women?"
"Mom. Don't you know what kind of person your son is? How could I go to a place like Fourth Road?!
Even if I go to the Paramount, I bring my own women to dance."
Ailan felt a pang of jealousy and pouted: "Hmph! You're being too unreasonable. Comparing your mother to your lover."
The conversation between mother and son had become more like flirting than a mother-son exchange.
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 bit of maternal reserve: "Okay, I'll hug you for a little while. But... don't touch... anything else... anywhere else."
"Other places? What does 'Mommy' mean?"
“I’m not talking to you anymore,” Ailan said, desperately grabbing her son’s hand that was trying to move downwards. “You’re getting more and more incoherent. Okay, just hold 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 gently nibbled on his mother’s earlobe, starting to suckle softly.
Ailan’s face was flushed.
She had only wanted her son to rub her back, how did it turn out like this?
Every sweet word, every gentle gesture from her son filled the hazy desire in her heart, every crevice in her heart felt soothed by his tenderness… Was she thinking of a man?
She wanted a man’s shoulder, a man’s embrace, a man’s large hands, a man’s… But Xiaochuan’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 full, round breasts, his mind free of any ulterior motives.
He felt that the woman in his arms was not only his biological mother, but also a beautiful young woman with a yearning for love, just like his lovers, needing his tender caresses.
He had married his childhood fiancée at the age of 17, following his mother's wishes.
The following year, however, his wife died of cholera fever 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 20, winning the hearts of many women.
Among his lovers were colleagues from the newspaper, mistresses of tycoons, actresses he had interviewed, and minor celebrities, but he had never made a move on his mother.
Although his mother was also very beautiful, she was, after all, the 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 methods of flirting with 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 tongue squeezed between her teeth, teasing her 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 startled. 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 trembled, and she lowered her head, stammering, "Xiaochuan, I... I am, after all... after all, your mother, not your... girlfriend... don't do this to me..."
Xiaochuan paused, wanting to say something, but remained speechless.
After a while, he picked up a towel: "Mom, sit down. Standing for so long will make you catch a cold."
"...Never mind. I was basically done washing before you came back."
Xiaochuan soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out: "Then, let me dry you off."
Ailan suddenly turned to face her son: "Xiaochuan, don't...do that to Mom again. Mom 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 his mother.
Ailan was a little afraid to face her handsome son, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased.
His mother's shoulders were a little cold.
Drops of water trickled down her neck and shoulder blades.
His mother's hair had been disheveled by their intimacy, falling loosely behind her head and onto her chest, with a few long strands covering her nipples.
Xiaochuan lifted his mother's long hair that was hanging down her chest and gently pushed it behind Ailan.
Ailan's body trembled slightly.
Xiaochuan's towel touched his mother's chest; her two large breasts still gleamed a pale white under the dim light.
The snow-white towel separated her hands from her breasts by a thin layer.
But Xiaochuan could still clearly feel the hard, erect nipples on her two full, elastic mounds of flesh, trembling with her rapid breathing.
Xiaochuan didn't dare linger, quickly drying her before moving on to her armpits.
When he dried his mother's smooth, flat abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, Xiaochuan's hand began to move towards her navel. Ailan blushed and stopped her son, saying in a voice barely above a whisper, "No... let Mom do it herself. You... you help Mom wipe her back..."
Xiaochuan silently moved behind his mother.
The moisture there had already been absorbed by his shirt; only the area below her waist and buttocks, where she had been sitting in the water, remained damp.
After gently wiping his mother's upper body, Xiaochuan's towel-wrapped hand moved to her buttocks.
As he traced the rounded curve of her skin, Xiaochuan noticed his mother's buttocks twitch, and a flash of white appeared briefly between her buttocks. A
sudden surge of desire coursed through him. 'Mom is wiping her… vulva…' The lust he had suppressed earlier reignited, his swollen penis creating an even larger tent in his pants.
Unable to resist, he pulled his mother into his arms again.
Ailan was also torn, her heart 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 hands against her chest and abdomen.
Although her son's hand wasn't on her breasts, a long, thick thing was hard pressing against his buttocks... 'No... if this continues, I'll go crazy... having sex with my son... that's incest, it'll be struck by lightning, 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, Xiao Chuan was somewhat stunned.
He had seen his mother's back for at least twenty years, so why did it arouse him so much tonight?
His mother was, after all, his mother!
No matter how beautiful she was, she was still the mother who gave birth to him and raised him!
To have sexual urges towards his mother's body was blasphemy!
With a trembling 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, but Xiao Chuan's mind was a complete mess.
He didn't even know what he was thinking; his mind was just a blank and restless void.
When he got to his room, he took off his clothes, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on the bed, only to be met with another wave of irritation.
He sat up, then lay back down; then sat up again.
After doing this several times, 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'll go check on my daughter.' He turned and walked a few steps down the corridor when he slapped his forehead: 'Look at my memory! Didn't Tingting start kindergarten today?'
So he turned back, only to find a sliver of light coming from his sister Xiaojuan's room.
'Sister, how can you still be awake so late?'
Xiaochuan pushed open the half-closed 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 reading by the light of a wall lamp.
Seeing someone peek in, Xiaojuan seemed startled and quickly hid the book under the quilt. Only after recognizing her brother did she breathe a sigh of relief: 'Oh, it's you, brother. You startled me.' 'What are you reading? Why are you so tense?' Xiaochuan strolled over 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… 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 or 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 a blanket? Let’s crawl under the blanket and warm up together.” Xiao Chuan’s eyes quickly swept between 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 his thighs. But his hands inevitably rubbed his sister’s round, soft buttocks, and even rubbed against her cleft through her underwear. Now, his penis swelled even harder, but he couldn’t let it out while it was tucked 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 body of the young girl in his arms through only a thin layer of underwear, the already amorous brother couldn't resist. 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 the 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 of himself.

That's because her mother's mature, womanly beauty was exactly what she admired!
Those round, perky, full breasts, that slender, smooth waist, and most alluringly, those round, plump buttocks… every feature exuded a mature and seductive sexual charm.
Her younger sister, in her arms, had grown into a girl, with rounded hips, 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 allure.
Even her current intoxicatingly alluring demeanor, in the eyes of a man like Xiaochuan, who always prided himself on his chivalry, made him feel even more inclined to 'cherish' and 'protect' her, rather than subjecting 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 violate 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..."
After saying that, she buried her head in her brother's arms again in embarrassment.
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 feelings.
Although his sister's physical allure couldn't compare to his mother's, she was still a young girl.
His mother was full-figured and shapely, while his younger sister was slender and charming; his mother's beauty was the radiance of a mature woman, while his sister was full of the delicate tenderness of a young girl in her prime; his mother was reserved, while his sister was generous… His heart pounded: 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 openly offering herself to him, clearly influenced by Zhang Jingsheng's advocacy of indulging in sexual pleasure in his book *The Book of Sex*, and probably also by his own deeply admired "cup of water" philosophy of love. To pluck this flower of his sister would be as easy as turning his hand.
(Note: "Cup of water" philosophy—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 will drown in love; I only need to drink it cup by cup. See Ding Ling's *Miss Sophie's Diary*.)
But, his sister was not just any woman; she was his own flesh and blood. Could he really do this?
In the clash between desire and reason, impulse and restraint, familial affection and romantic love, reason and familial affection temporarily prevailed.
Xiao Chuan decided to play the role of a good brother, not a lover.
He gently lifted his sister's chin, gave her a light, fleeting kiss, and said softly, "Xiao Juan, your brother likes you very much too. But we are siblings after all, and 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 sparkling.
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 very much..."
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!
If she wanted it, her brother would do it 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 a kiss before.” His sister’s
humble request was irresistible to Xiao Chuan.
He cupped her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her forehead, brows, 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.
His sister’s passion made Xiao Chuan’s heart itch unbearably.
He pulled Xiao Juan closer and pressed his lips to hers.
Her moist, warm tongue drifted over, soft as if melting into Xiao Chuan’s mouth… Their tongues intertwined passionately, and their bodies reacted intensely, almost against their will.
Xiao Chuan held his sister tightly, making no attempt to hide his desire. His hands slowly caressed 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 kiss on his sister's lips, pressing his cheek against hers.
The brother and sister breathed heavily, savoring the warmth after their passionate kiss.
Xiao Juan grabbed one of her brother's hands and placed it on her budding breasts, letting him rub them through her undershirt.
"Brother, every part of my body belongs to you. Whenever you want me to give it to you, I'll give it to you."
Xiao Chuan excitedly hugged his sister tighter, gently stroking her hair: "Good sister, I really can't... so I can only give you pleasure like this..."
As he spoke, he moved his hand from her hair to her buttocks, parting her panties and slipping it between her thighs.
Xiao Juan was both excited and nervous as her delicate bud was touched directly by the rough, hard fingers of a man for the first time.
Although her brother's fingers were rougher than hers, his movements were incredibly gentle.
She felt her brother's fingertips slide across her anus and 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 him every day.
However, her sister-in-law was a very well-behaved girl, treating her like her own younger sister.
So, although she still felt a touch of jealousy towards the happiness her sister-in-law always radiated every morning, she still began to like the pretty young woman.
Even when her sister-in-law passed away, she felt a strange sense of guilt mixed with a faint sense of relief.
Even after marriage, her brother remained kind to her, often holding her while reading, playing cards, and playing games.
But she still hoped that when her brother held her, he would put his hand inside her clothes, making her moan softly like a kitten… Ah!
The day finally arrived.
Her brother's fingers parted her labia.
Oh, it hurts... but it feels 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 her brother's finger, which was slippery from being soaked in her vagina, moving up and down in small, rhythmic motions.
"Ugh... um... so good... brother... I... feel 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 almost screamed "Wow!" startling Xiao Chuan, who immediately stopped.
It turned out that Xiao Chuan's index finger and thumb were pinching his sister's clitoris!
Xiao Juan's love juices flowed incessantly under her brother's caresses, soaking not only her own underwear as if she'd been pulled out of water, but also Xiao Chuan's pajama bottoms.
Xiao Chuan was somewhat surprised that his virgin sister's orgasm came so quickly.
His middle finger was still tightly gripped inside her vagina.
He hadn't dared to penetrate too deeply earlier, afraid of breaking her hymen, only making small thrusts at the vaginal opening.
But his sister was already trembling with excitement. A slight
touch to her clitoris, and she climaxed.
If he were to perform oral sex or even pen-based sex on her again, he wondered how happy she would be.
He was also incredibly excited while masturbating her, a completely different feeling from the leisurely teasing he experienced with other women; it was a… a kind of blasphemous, ethically challenging pleasure!
Like the heart-pounding excitement he felt when teasing his mother earlier.
He figured his sister must have felt the same way about reaching orgasm so quickly.
This feeling was like someone who enjoys a challenge constantly teasing a fierce tiger, experiencing the exhilaration of defeating an invincible force despite the tiger's roars and struggles.
Was he, too, teasing his mother and sister today, also a form of provocation against ethics—the tiger of millennia-old moral codes?
Thinking this, he didn't stop.
Xiao Juan, unable to withstand his ministrations, slumped into her brother's arms.
He slowly pulled her underwear down from her buttocks.
When it reached her thighs, Xiao Juan noticed.
She looked up at Xiao Chuan with a blushing, happy face: "Brother?"
She thought he was about to take things further and looked at him hopefully.
Xiao Chuan knew what his sister meant, kissed her cheek, and said softly, "Xiao Juan, you're so wet down there. Let me change you."
Xiao Juan's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.
She shook her head.
"What, aren't you going to change? It's too wet, you'll get sick wearing this."
Xiao Juan said in a voice barely above a whisper, "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 impulsively wanted to say: Brother is looking forward to it.
But a voice in his heart warned him: Just now we were playing with the tiger outside the iron cage, but if he really made love to his sister, then he would be playing with the 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 pulled down her underwear from her ankles, saying, "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 were 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, "We didn't do anything naughty. It was just brother and sister playing around."
Xiao Chuan teasingly showed his sister's soaked underwear: "Look: when we're 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 your fault, you naughty brother! Hehe, look, you look like you've wet your pants."
Xiao Chuan looked down and saw a large wet patch on the crotch of his pajama pants, just 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 rosy cheeks, Xiao Chuan couldn't help but feel even more affection for her.
He stepped forward and kissed his sister's burning red face: "Slutty sister, brother's going now. 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 for a moment, didn't answer, stood up and walked out.
Behind him, his younger sister's soft, coquettish voice rang out again: "Brother, will you come again tomorrow night?"
Xiao Chuan didn't turn around, only saying, "I will tomorrow."
"I'll wait for you tomorrow night, brother."
IV. A Terrifying Experience
Back in his room on Nanjing Road, Xiao Chuan took off his wet pajamas, changed into clean ones, and crawled into his bed, but couldn't fall asleep.
His penis was still hard.
He had held back his desire twice today, so it seemed he had to take care of it himself.
He leaned against the pillow, stroking himself with his right hand, when he caught sight of his pajamas lying on the bench beside the bed, covered in a large patch of his sister's vaginal fluid. His heart stirred again.
His sister was a standard 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, finding them refreshing and full, with tight labia that were so attractive to men.
Add to that his sister's fresh, sweet, and alluring charm—she was truly born with a seductive allure, a bewitching beauty.
Normally, if he encountered a girl even half as good as his sister, he wouldn't let her go.
Yet today, he was holding back so tightly.
He couldn't help but admire his own self-control.
Then, a thought crossed his mind, and Xiao Chuan felt a pang of regret.
Such a wonderful girl as his sister—why couldn't he take her first instead of letting other men 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 children call him "Dad" or "Uncle"?
But that's easy to handle. Whether it's Dad or Uncle, they're both elders. If he has a child with Mom, will the child call him "Dad"
or "Brother"?
If he calls him "Brother," he's clearly the child's father; if he calls him "Dad," they share the same mother and were born from the same vagina!
Wouldn't that be a mess?
But it's better for Mom, since they're all her children.
But what if his daughter Tingting grows up and he commits incest with her? Will the child call him "Dad" or "Grandpa"?
His daughter is even worse off; she's his own child, yet also his sister-in-law… 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 had their own secrets and looked like they hadn't slept enough.
Ai Lan lowered her eyes, not daring to look at her son.
Xiao Juan would occasionally steal glances at her beloved brother.
Xiao Chuan, however, desperately suppressed his urge to look at his mother and sister, as if doing so would be an unspeakable desecration.
He didn't go to his sister's room when he returned at night.
This continued for several days.
He feared that entering would succumb to the temptation of incestuous thoughts.
Ai Lan also stopped pulling back her son's blankets.
She only went into his room to clean when he wasn't home.
Over the months, the family members spoke less and less to each other.
Xiao Juan wore a resentful expression.
Sundays, when their daughter Tingting returned, seemed like torture for Xiao Chuan.
His daughter grew increasingly beautiful and adorable, and Xiao Chuan became increasingly hesitant to hold her.
It seemed that his incestuous thoughts were even manifesting in 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 office, needless to say, was someone he would create opportunities to be alone with almost every day, followed by a frenzied sexual encounter.
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 repeatedly offered to use her substantial savings to help Xiao Chuan open a newspaper or start a business.
But only Xiao Chuan knew that all he felt for them was the release of his lust.
No amount of sexual games, no matter how beautiful the women, could give him the same thrill and pleasure he felt that night with his mother and sister—mere physical intimacy!

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