Paradox H - ☆、Arrogant

The hairs on her body stood on end in an instant, and the moment Ling Sinan opened her eyes, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
That familiar voice sent chills down her spine.
--dad!
She suddenly pushed her brother away, while Ling Qingyuan frowned, sat up, and looked at the man standing behind the sofa.
He didn't speak immediately, his eyes fixed on the man with a deep gaze, not at all like the one who felt guilty.
Ling Sinan was breathing heavily. She swallowed and held her breath before slowly glancing in the direction of the sound.
Ling Miao stood not far behind the sofa, his body swaying unsteadily, as if his bones and tendons had been pulled out, limp as a lump of mud, staggering every two steps. The suit jacket he was holding dangled in his hand, and his long eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at them from his flushed face. He raised one hand and pointed, then quickly lowered it: "You're still here... what are you doing... go—go to sleep!"
Ling Sinan stared blankly at the scene for a long time before her frantic heartbeat finally regained some rhythm. She pursed her lips and subconsciously glanced at Qingyuan on the sofa for a moment.
"Dad, it's summer vacation." Ling Qingyuan rested one arm on the back of the sofa and turned halfway around: "No classes tomorrow."
"No, I won't sleep... I have to study!" Ling Miao threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, took a few steps and fell into the single sofa, his tall body burying itself in it. Like an old tree battered by a storm, he leaned and fell, still muttering to himself, "...If you don't study well—you're a fucking good-for-nothing!!"
...Drunk? Ling Sinan awkwardly took two steps back to the side and leaned against her younger brother—Did Dad...see it just now?
Ling Sinan's second uncle would occasionally get drunk, but he was a very good drinker; he would just fall asleep after drinking. Ling Sinan had no experience dealing with drunken, unruly men.
Ling Qingyuan pulled his sister to the other side and stood up. "How much did you drink today? How did you get so drunk?"
A low laugh came from Ling Miao, who was half-lying on the sofa and shaking his head: "What does it matter how much I drink or how little I drink? Everyone looks down on me anyway... Even that good-for-nothing Ling Long dares to look down on me!" Ling Miao turned to the side, raised his eyes, and met Ling Sinan's gaze. He suddenly grinned and said, "Why are you looking at me like that... Do you—do you look down on me too?"
Ling Sinan shook her head, walked around the sofa, and went to the island counter to pour herself a glass of water.
"You come back here right now!" Ling Miao cursed, pointing at Ling Sinan. "It's you, it's you—nothing good has come of your arrival—our son has gone wild, the business has failed! And those bastards on the board of directors are causing trouble! You just want to kill me to get revenge on me, don't you! You brat!"
"Dad, say less." Ling Qingyuan stood between the two, blocking Ling Miao's fierce gaze: "I think you're the one who should go to sleep early."
"You...you dare to talk to your father like that?!" Ling Miao loosened his collar, looking like he was about to get up and beat someone up at any moment.
A glass of water was handed to Ling Miao.
"Have some water, Dad." Despite what Ling Miao said to her, there was no point in arguing with a drunkard. Besides, she already knew how her family treated her, and she didn't have time to dwell on how her parents were belittling her.
In the past, even if her parents disliked her, they would speak in riddles and indirect ways. But now, Ling Miao's directness made her feel much more comfortable.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Ling Qingyuan was looking out for her, and whispered to him, "It's okay." She was the older sister, and she shouldn't be so vulnerable in front of him.
Ling Miao's brows furrowed further as he forced himself to look at her. The instant he raised his hand, Ling Qingyuan took half a step forward—
Ling Miao finally grasped the cup, gulped down the water in it, and then handed the cup back to her.
A little water trickled from the corner of his mouth, which Ling Miao wiped away with one hand. Ignoring the water stains on his shirt, he leaned back and fell onto the sofa.
Ling Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Miao kicked the coffee table and propped it up, still squinting at Ling Sinan, seemingly lost in thought, which sent a chill down Ling Sinan's spine.
"Go to sleep first," Ling Qingyuan said softly, leading his sister away, when Ling Miao suddenly called out to them.
Pointing to the sand beside him, he ordered the two people to sit back down, his condescending attitude was irritating.
Ling Sinan stood there, suddenly thinking of something, and all her nerves tensed up.
“…pants…” she whispered, tugging at Ling Qingyuan’s clothes.
"What?"
“...The underwear is...there.” She awkwardly pointed to the single sofa seat—naturally, now referring to where Ling Miao was sitting.
Ling Qingyuan coughed lightly.
Ling Miao asked them to sit back down again.
So the two of them actually sat back down.
"Just do as he says for now," Ling Qingyuan said. "He gets rowdy when he's drunk, so just go along with him, otherwise it'll just cause more trouble."
...What else could she do? Ling Sinan felt she had no other choice. If they forced their way back to their room and started arguing, she was afraid her father would find out as soon as he got up.
However… Ling Sinan stared at the hem of her nightgown, which barely covered her knees.
She pulled the air-conditioning blanket from the side and covered her legs, her heart pounding.
She was so nervous about the incident that she barely listened to Ling Miao's sarcastic remarks, while Ling Qingyuan, who was listening nearby, had veins throbbing on his forehead.
Just when Ling Miao had finally calmed down a bit, he demanded that the two of them watch TV with him.
...It really was just watching TV.
A drunkard's thinking is incomprehensible, so there's no need to try to understand it.
The living room lights weren't on; only the small ceiling lights were on, casting a soft, cool glow.
A foreign spy film was playing on TV, but Ling Miao was still half-lying on the sofa, turning his head to look at the TV, seemingly oblivious to how much he was actually absorbing.
Ling Sinan's gaze kept lingering on her father's lower body, and she vaguely saw a small patch of light blue peeking out between his thigh and the cushion.
...He's gone mad.
I peeked at my younger brother; he was quite calm, quietly leaning against the sofa watching TV.
Ling Sinan looked away with a troubled expression; the feeling of having her heart constantly on edge was awful.
On a summer night, with the air conditioning on, it gets a little cool after sitting for a while.
After being tense for a long time, Ling Sinan finally got tired and became drowsy.
She felt a movement beside her, and the sand sank in that direction, causing her body to tilt to that side as well.
Until I touched a shoulder and it pressed against me.
I could feel the heat coming from the other end of the fabric on my shoulder, as well as the firm muscles in my arms.
The pure cotton fabric is soft and warm.
There was also the faint scent of soap that lingered around the boy after his bath.
But none of that is the most important thing.
Most importantly, the hand resting on the sand seat touched the other person almost imperceptibly because of this moment of closeness.
Her little finger brushed against her little finger's skin, a tingling, itchy sensation. His fingertips were a little cool, and she wasn't sure if it was the coolness of his fingertips, but she shivered the moment she touched them.
He glanced at her sideways.
She pursed her lips, remaining expressionless.
His two little fingers touched each other, and he hooked his little fingers together and gently rubbed them.
Her heart started racing again, and her blood rushed back up from her fingertips.
She moved her hand away from herself, gesturing with her eyes that her father was still on the sofa diagonally opposite.
But he only smiled slightly, and the next second his half-warm, half-cool palm covered the back of her hand, their ten fingers intertwined.
With a thud, something struck my heart.
While the agents on screen are facing life and death, there is a subtle undercurrent of affection between the two seemingly unrelated people in front of the screen.
Ling Sinan took a breath, watching her father Ling Miao's every move with trepidation.
...It will be discovered.
"Sister," Ling Qingyuan suddenly leaned slightly towards her and whispered, "Do you know?"
"Dad always drinks like this..."
"—I couldn't remember anything the next day."
凌思南一怔，水做的眸子蓦地睁大，用气音小声说：“你、你不会是想……”说话的时候目光还扫向不远处沙上的爸爸——男人半眯着眼注视着电视荧幕，嘴里时不时冒出三两句呓语，醉意醺醺。
一定是她想多了，清远再变态也有分寸的……
“就是你想的那样。”凌清远贴着她的耳朵吹了一口气。
分寸？事实证明没有。
耳朵因为那一口气憋得晕红，她后仰了些想要逃开某人的亲近，还不忘瞪他：“你疯了吗？”
背着父母都已经战战兢兢了，当着爸爸乱来还嫌他们没被现吗？
“我早就疯了。”凌清远轻轻扬起一侧的嘴角。
那一刻他目色中的执念如渊，癫狂，更凌冽。
下一秒刘海垂落，也半掩去了他眼里的光，“从你，回来那天起。”
姐弟之间的那条禁忌的规则，先打破的是你，姐姐。
是你把香甜的苹果放在囚徒的笼前，是你打开的笼门。
那就要理所当然承受所有的不顾一切和自食其果。
她看着他伸出手，身体僵硬得动也不敢动，而那只属于少年的手攀上她的大腿……
把毯子拉至他的膝头。
像是感觉到她仓皇的情绪，他只是轻飘飘送来一瞥。
凌思南的心跳猝然重启。
房间忽然沉入黑暗，电视机的画面一转，声音又陡得拔高，在这个节骨眼上更让她吓了一跳。
父亲凌邈用遥控器关了顶灯，似乎厌倦了追车的晕眩画面，在上百个频道间随意切换节目。
摊开的手臂搁在扶手上，和他们也不过两三米的距离。
他时不时开口说话，具体是什么内容凌思南已经全然注意不到了，只见弟弟端端正正倚着沙答应着，外表一如既往内敛，且，疏淡。
可是只有她知道，那一刻少年的手指已经从毯子下越过，摸索到了她的腿沿。
睡裙被轻轻撩开，修长的指尖带着他的微凉的温度，在她的大腿皮肤上一点点轻柔摩挲，引得她绷紧了臀。
凉。
……或者是，痒。
凌思南双手搁在毯子上死死按住，生怕一不留神毯子滑落，毕竟现在自己腿上隆起的弧度已经足够引人遐思。
少女的肌肤滑腻柔软，指腹贴上去，像是陷入了云端，又缓缓弹起。匀称双腿和小腹之间的浅沟像是为他量身打造，在指尖滑入的一霎就与它天衣无缝地贴合。
她全身都像是拧紧了弦，终究还是按在了他已经深入自己耻丘的手上。
没有了底裤遮掩，那处还有稀疏的毛，他的手指深陷，进退不得，却也淡定从容。
甚至痞坏地卷着包裹的阴毛缠绕。
红润的色泽在她的脸上娇艳欲滴，她屏住呼吸，摇了摇弟弟的手。
清远转过脸来，桃花眼轻眄，好像她裙底那只手与他无关。
爸爸又模糊地问了句什么，他虚应着，人却靠过来。
趋近的身体，扑面而来的皂香味。
好近……
一个吻落在脸颊，轻得不能再轻的碰触，与身下的强势入侵截然相反。
凌思南瞳孔微缩，一只眼越过他慌张地盯着父亲。
还、还好，没看这里……
可是……唔。
清远的薄唇沿着她颊畔的轮廓一路星星点点地吻过，带着鼻息的热。与之不同的是身下的手指，无视阻拦，挤进了她的腿间。
已经被捂热的指腹，按在阴蒂上。
指头按着花核用力地搓揉，把那粒小突起狠狠按进了深处，快抖动。
麻痹的电流瞬间击穿了身体，凌思南禁不住“啊”了一声，下一秒惊慌失措地捂住嘴巴。
她听见笑声在耳边落下。
热气扑洒，他咬了一口她的耳垂，含着软肉舌头绕了绕才湿黏黏地松开。
上下齐齐被攻陷，少女藏在手心后的口出一声几不可察的喘。
他的左手忽然覆上她的胸口，把她按向沙柔软的靠背。
——不行！他要干什么……
“姐姐如果不喜欢，走开就好。”嘴上这么说着，按压阴蒂的手指还加快了频率，凌思南被挑逗得快要哭出声，巨大的刺激感一波一波如浪潮翻涌而来，承受不了的娇躯不停扭动地想挣脱。
爸爸就在旁边啊，混蛋……
要是被他看到他们两个在做什么——凌思南简直不敢去想。
可是……她走得开吗？
没有体会过这种快感的人不会了解，那是怎样得诱人堕落，宛若罂粟的毒香，明知销魂蚀骨，却抵挡不住人间极乐，任自己甘之如饴。
窗外雷声隆隆，风雨交加。
开放的客厅，在近在咫尺父亲面前，与自己的亲弟弟放浪形骸。
悖德与曝光的矛盾快感叠加，能深刻刺入骨髓，麻痹神经，比毒品更甚。
“……不要……”她藏掩的声音细如蚊蚋，仔细听还随着他揉搓的节奏颤动。
“你喜欢的。”他喑哑的气音蛊惑，飘散在空气里，“你喜欢这样……姐姐。”
像洗脑，像催眠。
其实她早已沦陷。
“清远……”男人的声音骤响，敲打在凌思南耳际，她悚然一惊夹紧了双腿，生生停下了弟弟的动作。
爸爸看过来了。
——眼皮耷拉着，眯着一双眼，定定地看了他们许久。
那时清远一手落在她腰际，只是唇瓣刮过姐姐的耳尖。
低垂下眸子，轻慢地回看。
“怎么了，爸？”他还依着她的耳边吐息，声线抹上了磁。
凌思南真的被他这样的放肆吓到了，努力推他。
凌邈早已浑浑噩噩，按着额角揉动蒙作疼的头，昏暗模糊的视线里，是半叠加的恍惚重影。
“你们闹什么……”他不耐地冷哼，随后闭上眼按压眉心。
凌思南的心脏都被提起来了，下一刻却真正体验到了弟弟的胆大妄为，他居然……
余光滞留在父亲身上，柔滑的舌头却抵上她的耳屏，湿腻地打着圈。
“我在……”耳道里都是清晰的液体搅动声，连身下的手指也跟着搅动起来。
他的舌尖深入她的耳洞，细腻地舔舐宛如工笔描摹，“……告诉姐姐……”
毯子下的手随之抽动，和舌头一样，抵着那粒微红渐硬的小核，情色地勾着圈。他的指纹算不上粗糙，可她却很敏感，指腹贴在阴蒂脆弱的尖头摩擦，每一次攒动都激起她一阵痉挛。
“唔……”凌思南咬住了下唇，整个人都软瘫在了沙里，听他不紧不慢地回答父亲，自己在给姐姐科普大伯这些年怎样的恶形恶状。
莫名其妙的逻辑。
但醉鬼不讲逻辑，他也没必要讲。
很明确的是，这个说法顺利地转移了父亲的注意力——原本就抱着一肚子对大哥的怨怼，儿子的同仇敌忾的行止深得他意，凌邈半仰靠在沙上闭目养神，断断续续地、天花乱坠地悉数大哥凌隆的种种罪状。
然而哪有人在听？
“……嗯……唔——”凌思南咬着牙抬起头，破碎的声音掩蔽在手心后。弟弟中指已经离开了花核，向下游弋，探进了两片密合的阴唇之间，甬道里泛滥的淫液早就浸透了睡裙，他的指尖勾进湿乎乎的穴口，出惹人羞赧的水渍声。
她怎么可能还坐得稳，一只手固执地坚守毯子的最后底线，另一只手早就攀上他的肩头，要扶着才能让自己不至于脱力倒下去，身子因为异物侵入努力往后紧绷收拢，却怎么也还是逃不过他指节挑起的热，反而像是她主动抬起臀部套弄似的，鼓捣出几不可辨的啧啧声。
声音细微却让她无法忽视，可他却不时应和着父亲的醉话，一切云淡风轻。
如果爸爸他……稍微清醒一点的话……
会现的吧？
如果……她的意识有些游离，甚至分不清现在的自己到底是不是还处在现实里，因为这一幕对她而言根本太过虚幻。
他眉眼中酝酿着笑意和浓郁的情欲，这一秒一瞬也不瞬地盯着她，轻轻地吻了吻她的耳垂，“舒服么……宝宝？”
少年口中呵来的热意扑得凌思南身子骨一软，哪有余暇看他，一双眼赶忙紧紧锁在父亲身上，生怕他突然张开眼现她和弟弟的奸情。
可惜深陷在他布下的陷阱，她就是一只被网兜越收越紧的飞蛾，每一步求生欲驱使的挣扎，都让她距离被“吃掉”更进一步。
"Why is baby so wet? So..." A mischievous chuckle followed as his tongue slipped into her ear, "...wanting brother..." One second he lazily touched her earlobe with his thin lips, the next his slippery tongue licked her earlobe, "...want to fuck you?"
Ling Sinan felt that her brother's words were so vile that she couldn't help but criticize him. He had taken advantage of her body and now he wanted to take advantage of her mind, so she decided not to pay any attention to him.
With her cooperation during this time, his skills in this area have obviously improved. His familiarity with her body allows him to easily find her G-spot inside her vagina, and he presses his fingertips on that small piece of soft flesh, rubbing and teasing it.
sky.
Ling Sinan couldn't help but clench her teeth, almost letting out a soft moan—luckily, she managed to hold back.
Or rather... it was covered up.
She really didn't want to describe how pleasurable the electric-like sensation in her nerves was at that moment, because that would only make Qingyuan's feelings even more intense.
But……
The stimulation was like fireworks, bursting forth one after another at every nerve ending in her body, turning her into a prisoner of desire.
He was naturally dissatisfied, and mischievously bit his lip, his gaze drifting unfocusedly to his father, who was gradually falling silent and occasionally closing his eyes and shaking his head. He then deliberately rubbed her G-spot while maliciously reminding her—
“I was fingering my sister in front of my father…”
She followed Ling Qingyuan's gaze.
"If he saw..." he chuckled lightly, "wouldn't he kill both of us?"
If anyone's going to die, it'll probably be me, right?
Ling Sinan thought.
She would be beaten to death as a vixen who seduced her upright younger brother.
"If it really comes to that...we'll die together, sister."
As expected, the soft snoring sound beside him made him smile slyly.
His usually well-behaved left hand finally covered her chest again, his slender fingers bending at the knuckles to pull down the neckline of her nightgown inch by inch.
“Qingyuan…” Ling Sinan finally opened her mouth, uttering two words from her moist lips.
His eyes were wet, as if pleading for mercy, or perhaps for pleasure.
"Give it a try?" He tilted his head, his clear, youthful face revealing a wild and unrestrained arrogance.
"Try...what?" She hadn't come to her senses yet, looking down at his fingers as he pulled down the wide neckline of her elastic nightgown.
The wide collar drooped to one side as he manipulated it, and her snow-white, soft breasts came into view.
She wasn't wearing a bra either.
He suddenly sprang to his feet, his bent left leg pressing down on the sand, his right hand resting on the back of the chair next to her head, like a lithe cheetah slightly arching its smooth back, poised to trap her beneath him.
The overwhelming sense of oppression left her in a dilemma.
My heart is pounding wildly.
"I want to have sex with my sister in front of my dad."
"Let's see if we go to hell together."
He abruptly lowered his head, depriving her of the right to say no in the next second.

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