"Go take a shower? Who were you chatting with just now?" Jingyan asked while drying her hair. "With Mu Xianning. I asked her about what's going on between her and Zhao Chenyu." I explained the whole situation to her.
"Someone from her hometown? I don't know them, probably someone from her hometown group chat." Jingyan sat on the edge of the bed. Just as I tried to hug her, she pushed me away, saying, "I haven't showered yet." While we were playfully wrestling around—
"Buzz!" My phone vibrated again. I opened it to see a message from Aunt Ouyang.
Aunt Ouyang: "Are you busy?"
Me: "No, Auntie, what's up?"
Aunt Ouyang: "Just checking if Jingyan is free. If she is, come over and keep me company for a chat."
Me: "Sure." I handed the phone to Jingyan.
Jingyan said, "It's fine, you go. I think Mom might be feeling down, probably because of Dad. You don't know this, but when Dad said he couldn't spend National Day with us, Mom said it was fine, but she sat alone at the dining table for a long time afterward."
As she said this, Jingyan's mood also seemed to darken. "Go keep my mom company. Maybe she'll feel better talking to you. Sometimes, when it comes to family troubles, closeness can actually be a barrier."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure Aunt Ouyang feels better." I kissed Jingyan's forehead, grabbed my phone, got dressed, and headed to Aunt Ouyang's door.
"Brother!" It was her younger sister who opened the door.
"Xuan Yu is here? Sweetie, go find your sister first. I want to chat with your brother." I saw Aunt Ouyang lying lazily on the bed, leaning against the headboard, wearing loose pajamas.
"Okay! I'll go find my sister." Her younger sister dashed off with her phone.
"Come here, sit!" Aunt Ouyang called to me.
As I approached the bed, I got a clearer look at her outfit—a dark red nightgown with narrow straps resting on her soft, shapely shoulders. The triangular fabric at the chest exposed a generous amount of cleavage, with two small peaks visible in the middle. The gown extended down to her calves, leaving only a stretch of fair, tender legs and delicate feet exposed.
"Stop looking, there's nothing underneath!" Aunt Ouyang guessed what I was wondering and answered directly.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say.
"Come here, sweetie." Aunt Ouyang beckoned me over. I shifted closer until I was right in front of her.
"You really are something. Are you even a man? I'll tell you, if any other man saw me like this, they'd have devoured me already. Only you, you silly boy." Aunt Ouyang pulled me toward her, resting my head on her lap. She looked down at me, her delicate hand gently stroking my cheek and hair, moving slowly and tenderly. It reminded me of a mother monkey grooming her baby at the zoo earlier that day.
"Did you have fun today?" Aunt Ouyang asked.
"Yeah, I did. What about you, Auntie?" I replied.
"Me? Do you think I had fun?"
"Me?" I looked up at her calm, gentle face, my view partially blocked by her full breasts.
"Yes, you. If you say I had fun, then I did. If you say I didn't, then I didn't."
"Well… I hope you had fun, but—it's clear you weren't happy today." I decided to address the issue directly.
"Why is that? How did you notice?" Aunt Ouyang actually laughed.
"Because... you barely paid any attention to me all day, and several times you looked like you wanted to say something... When we went out before, you always held onto me and kept me by your side to take care of you," I muttered softly.
"Oh? Are you jealous of Zhao Chenyu?" Aunt Ouyang's smile grew even wider.
"No, I'm not. Who is he? Even if he were here, Auntie would still keep me by your side. I just thought... maybe it's because Uncle Qin couldn't come that you seem so distracted." I voiced the guess I had shared with Jingyan, while carefully observing Aunt Ouyang's expression.
"Haha! Haha!" Aunt Ouyang wasn't upset at all; instead, she covered her mouth and laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" I sat up and asked. "Oh, you silly child, worrying for no reason." Aunt Ouyang leaned on my shoulder, shaking with laughter.
"Huh? Why?" I lowered my head and immediately caught sight of Aunt Ouyang's open collar, with two pink nipples hanging on her full breasts. I quickly turned my head away.
"Is the bond between me and your Uncle Qin so fragile in your eyes?" Aunt Ouyang's words left me speechless.
"No, that's not what I meant," I hurriedly explained.
"Alright, Auntie knows you didn't mean anything else. Your Uncle Qin and I are doing just fine. Even though we had help from our families, we've worked hard together all these years. If we were going to divorce or break up, we would have done it back when you were in elementary school. Why wait until now?"
"Do you remember when you were little, how often either I or your Uncle Qin would show up at your house? I'd be in your parents' bedroom, and your Uncle Qin would be in your dad's study. Your mom and dad would each take a room to try and mediate, but we'd still be arguing. Jingyan would hide in your room crying, and when Xueman saw Jingyan crying, she'd start crying too, even though she didn't know why. You'd have to comfort Jingyan while also calming Xueman down... Thinking back, it really was amusing." As she spoke, Aunt Ouyang moved behind me, wrapping her legs around my waist. One arm rested on my right shoulder, while the other slipped under my left armpit and into my shirt. Her gentle voice grew closer to my ear, accompanied by her soft, fragrant breath.
"Yeah... I was about to say something, but Aunt Ouyang's hand had already pinched my nipple, forcing me to focus on dealing with it.
"Look at you, so skinny. No chest muscles, and your abs are just from being thin. Standing next to your roommate, he's like a wall, and you're like a bamboo pole." Aunt Ouyang pressed against my back, and I could clearly feel two hard little points gently rubbing against the soft mounds.
"I'll eat more and exercise more in the future," I said, trying to keep my breathing steady.
"Hmm... do you not want to keep Auntie company?" Aunt Ouyang asked, sounding a little sad.
"Huh? No, of course not! I really enjoy being with you, Auntie. I want to make you happy," I said, trying to soothe her. "Really? Then why are you trembling?" Only after Aunt Ouyang said this did I realize my body was visibly shaking.
"Maybe we're just too close," I said offhandedly.
"Too close? When I was little and visited your house, you always clung to me and wouldn't let go. Jingyan was still young back then, and every time she saw me holding you, she'd cry and tell her mom, 'Big brother is stealing my mommy again, waaah.'" Auntie Ouyang even mimicked a child's crying voice at the end. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A wave of joy spread through me, easing much of my tension.
"Oh, the little treasure I used to hold in my arms has grown so big now. When we were kids, we pinky-promised that you'd carry Auntie Ouyang out to play when you grew up. Now that you really can carry me, you're keeping your distance." Auntie Ouyang complained playfully, giving my ear a gentle nibble.
"Ah! No, I'm not!"
"Then be braver, like a man!"
"Okay, I will."
Auntie Ouyang released me and pulled me down to lie facing her on the bed.
"Auntie, your clothes are riding up a bit." I caught a glimpse of her exposed nipple.
"It's fine. If you want to look, I'll take my clothes off right now," Auntie Ouyang said.
"No, no! It's fine like this!" I quickly stopped her.
Auntie Ouyang's hand brushed over my face as she shifted closer. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't.
"How did you feel when I ignored you all day today?"
"Huh? I... felt a bit lost, I guess."
"Just a bit?"
"No, no—it was strange, really lost!" I hurried to explain. I'm usually not one to stumble over my words, but around Auntie Ouyang, I feel like a mouse caught by a cat.
"That's more like it. Come here, let Auntie make it up to you." Auntie Ouyang took my hand and pressed it firmly against her chest. "Wait, no—Auntie!" I tried to pull away, but she only held it tighter.
"You don't like it?" Auntie Ouyang suddenly turned serious.
"No, I like it."
"That's right. That's more like a man." Her tone softened again.
"Not as big as Jingyan's..." I really didn't know how to respond to that.
"If you like it, then touch it. Hurry up!" Under her urging, I began to gently knead. I kept telling myself it was just like giving Auntie Ouyang a massage, feeling the softness in my palm and the hardening peak beneath my fingers.
"Mmm..." But Auntie Ouyang's soft moan shattered my thoughts.
"You're quite good at this. Looks like you haven't been gentle with my Jingyan," she teased with a sly laugh.
"No, I would never hurt her."
"Good, good. But dare you say you didn't just have sex with Jingyan?" she prodded.
"I..." I was at a loss for words.
"Haha, you little rascal! If you did it, you did it. What's there to hide? Look at your pale little face—clearly just finished, haha!" Auntie Ouyang laughed teasingly. What could I do? As long as she was happy.
"Oh, Auntie Ouyang, you still haven't told me why you were so upset today," I suddenly remembered the important question.
"Want to know?" She moved even closer, draping her leg over mine and wrapping her arm around my chest, her fragrance enveloping me.
"I want to know," I nodded.
"If you want to know, then kiss Auntie. On the lips." Her mouth was now less than a centimeter from mine.
While I was still hesitating about how to refuse, my lips met a familiar softness.
"Mmm..." Aunt Ouyang's fragrant tongue gently probed, easily parting my lips.
"Mm... ah..."
I don't know how long this kiss lasted, but my hands instinctively found their way to Aunt Ouyang's waist, even lightly squeezing her firm buttocks. I didn't know why—was it to satisfy some lingering regret that I couldn't touch her daughter's bottom?
"Smack!"
"Auntie, can you tell me now?" I gazed at the mature, lovely face so close to mine. Aunt Ouyang's tongue curled around the saliva at the corner of her lips, swallowing repeatedly. Her breathing was slightly labored through her nose, her eyes hazy and shimmering like spring water.
"I don't know either, but I know I'm very happy right now." Aunt Ouyang's voice carried the panting of desire, the choked sobs of loss, and the joyful tone of delight.
"Whatever it is, as long as you're happy." I didn't know what had come over me, but I gently smoothed the stray strands of hair from Aunt Ouyang's cheeks.
"Whatever? Is anything okay?" Aunt Ouyang's question left me at a loss for words.
"You little rascal, always like this. Whenever there's a difficult question, you go silent." Aunt Ouyang extended a slender finger and poked my nose.
"As long as it makes you happy, I'll do anything!" I felt a surge of stubbornness. What was there to fear? Even though we weren't related by blood, this aunt who had doted on me since childhood—could she really harm me?
"Good, that's all I needed to hear." Aunt Ouyang happily rested her head against my chest, as if deliberately listening to my heartbeat.
We held each other for a long time—I don't know exactly how long, only that my arms had gone numb.
"Um, Auntie, I should go back to sleep. I need to bring Xuanman back," I said to Aunt Ouyang.
"Go back to sleep? Why not stay here?" Aunt Ouyang suggested.
"Ah, I'd better go back," I scratched my head.
"Why go back? Don't you like staying with Auntie? You've already touched my chest and my butt—now you want to run away?" Aunt Ouyang pointed at me, like a young girl who had been taken advantage of, pressing the issue relentlessly.
"No, Auntie, what are you talking about? Jingyan is still waiting for me," I replied.
"Jingyan, huh? Wait a moment." Aunt Ouyang rolled over and picked up her phone from the bedside—she was definitely going to make a call.
In a lazy, doting voice, she spoke into the phone, "Hello? Jingyan, are you asleep yet?"
Jingyan replied in a dazed tone, "Not yet, what's up, Mom?"
Aunt Ouyang playfully glanced at me and said, "Nothing much. I'm letting Xuanyu stay here to sleep with me. You can sleep with Xuanman, okay?"
Jingyan let out a thoughtful hum, "Mmm, that's fine."
The voice on the other end of the phone then became distant, as Jingyan and Xuanman conversed: "Xuanman, is it okay if you sleep here?" "Sure!"
Jingyan's sweet voice returned, "Okay, dear Mom. You and Xuanyu get some rest early."
Aunt Ouyang first responded seriously, "Alright, alright, don't worry." Then, with a mischievous smile, she whispered into the phone, "After all, Xuanyu has already been drained by you. Mom will make sure he rests well, hehe."
"Ah—Mom, what are you saying?" Jingyan grumbled, sounding like a little girl whose secret had been exposed.
Then she said fearfully, "Oh my, I almost let Xuanman hear that. Good thing she went to the bathroom!" I could almost picture her now, covering her ample chest, pouting her lips, with a helpless expression on her face.
Aunt Ouyang chuckled softly, "Hehe, alright, alright, my bad! Then let your little boyfriend take care of me while I sleep."
Jingyan said word by word, "Fine! Go to sleep! Hmph! I'm hanging up!"
Aunt Ouyang called out melodiously, "Bye-bye!"
Then she smiled and put down her phone—well, looks like I'm not going anywhere.
"Lie down, Xuanyu."
"I need to use the bathroom!" I got up and ran to the restroom to relieve myself, hesitating whether I should seize the chance to run away. But after thinking about it, I decided against it. I had finally managed to cheer Aunt Ouyang up, and it wouldn't be worth it to upset her again.
I took off my clothes and got into bed, and Aunt Ouyang personally pulled the blanket over me.
"Take off your underwear too," Aunt Ouyang said.
"Huh?" I was surprised.
"Take it off! Hurry up!" Aunt Ouyang insisted, and I could only reluctantly toss my underwear onto the bedside.
"Auntie has a sleeping habit that only your Uncle Qin knows about, and now you know too," Aunt Ouyang said, turning to face me. Her loose, revealing nightgown seemed almost ready to slip off her body, her full breasts pressed tightly against her chest, forming a deep, straight cleavage as firm and tight as sliced jelly, looking as if it could clamp anything in half.
"What is it?" Just as I was wondering, my penis was suddenly grasped by something soft and warm, and it even began to gently stroke up and down.
"Ah—" I gasped in surprise.
"This habit is that Auntie needs to hold onto what's down there while sleeping. Don't move around!" Aunt Ouyang said with a smile.
"Do you and Uncle Qin sleep like this too?"
"Yes! What's wrong?"
My mind was in turmoil, and I had to fight to keep the blood from rushing to my penis.
Is this for real...? I can't exactly verify it...
Forget it, let's just sleep.
Feeling the warmth from my penis and the soft, fragrant, mature body beside me, I thought about every boring thing in my life until drowsiness finally took over.
I don't know how long I slept...
"Ugh—" Why is my crotch so itchy?
I'm not sure if I was conscious or not, but I scratched it.
"Huh?" Why is it still so itchy? How strange.
Helpless, I forced myself to wake up, groggily looking down. I pulled back the blanket and saw something I never could have imagined in my life.
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