What? Mom said pregnant? No, that can't be! Tears instantly streamed down my face. Was Mom going to be made pregnant by Sam? No, Wang Zihan, you have to stop this!
I pushed against the kitchen door with both hands, but it still only opened inch by inch. Finally, after exhausting all my strength to push open the heavy, thousand-pound door, I saw Mom.
It was Mom's face. Her hands were pressed against the kitchen door, facing the entrance I had just opened.
"Mom! What's wrong! Is Sam bullying you? Sam, you son of a bitch, stop it right now!"
The moment I saw my mother's face, I completely broke down. Her cheeks were flushed, but there was no anger or sorrow—only that strange, pleasured expression. Her eyes were slightly closed, the whites trembling as they rolled upward.
Yet no matter how I raged and wailed in despair, neither Mom nor Sam seemed to hear me. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and with each thrust from behind, the slightly curled ends swayed forward in wave after wave.
"Mom, get out of there, Mom!"
I screamed hysterically at her, but she seemed oblivious. The whites of her eyes continued to roll upward, her flushed lips gradually parting to reveal a hint of pink tongue. Clear saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth down her chin.
"Sam, you motherfucker!"
I don't know where I found the strength, but I squeezed through the slightly open kitchen door and entered. Finally, I saw who was behind my mother.
"Heh heh, Zihan, you came in?"
Sam looked at me strangely, as if my arrival was neither surprising nor shocking—as though he had known I would enter. Instead, he gazed at me with a simple, earnest expression, his dark, gleaming, tautly muscled abdomen thrusting against my mother's snow-white buttocks.
"Sam, you fucking bastard! Are you even human?"
Witnessing this blatant, explosive scene before me, I glared at Sam in fury.
"Zihan, what's wrong? I'm your dad, remember?"
Sam widened his eyes, looking at me with some surprise.
"Isn't it normal for a dad to fuck his wife?"
"Don't believe me? Ask my wife?"
Slap…
As soon as Sam finished speaking, right before my eyes, he slapped the plump buttocks beneath him.
My mother, her long hair disheveled, slowly turned her head to look at me.
"Ah~ Zihan, Sam is your~ dad. Mom, Mom is already his woman now."
Mom shifted from her previous entranced state, gazing at me tenderly without a hint of pretense.
"No, impossible, impossible… This can't be real…"
"Heh heh… ha ha ha…"
…Slap… slap… slap… slap…
"Mmm~ slower~ slower~ ah~ mmm~ Sam~ mmm~"
Mom returned to her earlier entranced state, looking at Sam with a face full of pleasure. Sam let out a strange laugh, chuckling at my frenzied appearance.
"Ah!"
Seeing this hellish scene before me, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I let out a hysterical scream.
"Zihan… Zihan…"
Awakened once again by a familiar voice, the scene in the kitchen vanished without a trace. I opened my eyes to find a dark face looming before me once more.
"You motherfucker!!"
Without a second thought, as if emerging from an endless abyss, I swung my fist and landed a heavy punch right on that dark face.
"Ah!"
Sam, caught completely off guard, took the full force of my punch and collapsed onto the floor beside the bed.
As I immediately rolled over, ready to continue beating Sam and vent my rage, I felt a sharp pain in my fist.
Looking down at Sam on the floor, he was clutching his face in agony, writhing on the ground.
"Ah!"
Sam continued to cry out in pain. Just then, my door swung open, and Dad stood in the doorway, staring at us in confusion, his brow furrowed.
"Zihan, Sam, what's going on?"
Dad walked in, saw Sam clutching his face in pain on the floor, and crouched down beside him.
Didn't Dad leave already?
Just then, a warm breeze drifted in through the window. Feeling its gentle warmth, I suddenly snapped back to reality. Could it be that what just happened was...
A dream?!
I touched my eyes—the stickiness of tears proved how incredibly real that dream had felt.
"Dad... Ouch... I'm fine... You should check on Zihan. He suddenly yelled for no reason and punched me! Ouch... It hurts so much... Ouch..."
Sam covered his bruised face, looking at me with shock.
"Zihan, what's going on!"
Seeing Sam like this, Dad stood up, furrowing his brow as he looked at me sternly.
"Ah... Um... Sam, I'm sorry... Just now... I had a nightmare... When I opened my eyes and saw you so close to me, I just..."
"I'm sorry, Sam..."
Embarrassed, I jumped down from the bed and reached out to help Sam, who was slumped on the floor beside it.
"So that's what happened. I heard you mumbling and then screaming in your sleep, so I went over to wake you up... Turns out it was a nightmare... It's okay, Zihan. Hehe, it's my fault for getting too close."
Sam rubbed the side of his face where I had punched him in my furious state, grinning at me. This made me feel a twinge of guilt.
"Hahaha, so that's it. I was wondering why there was screaming in the room..."
After hearing my explanation, Dad chuckled too and patted Sam's shoulder.
"Sam, are you okay? Go ask Mom to get some ointment for you."
"Dad, it's fine. It just hurt a little at first, but it doesn't hurt as much now!"
Sam smiled, still rubbing his face.
"Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
I looked at Sam with a pitiful expression.
"Hehe, it's okay, Zihan. We're brothers, after all!"
Seeing how guilty I looked, Sam patted my shoulder.
"Sam, go upstairs and ask Mom to get some ointment for you."
Dad gently moved Sam's hand away from his face to take a look, then spoke to him.
"Okay, Dad, it's really fine. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Even as he said this, Sam covered his face and walked out of the room.
"Zihan, what happened? What kind of nightmare made you react like that?"
After Sam left, Dad's stern expression softened, and he smiled at me.
"Is it because of too much study pressure lately?"
"...No, it was just a nightmare... and Sam's dark face happened to be right there..."
I had to come up with a random excuse for Dad. I knew I couldn't let him know anything about what happened in the dream. Because I knew that if Dad found out even a little, my family might fall apart.
"Hmm... If you're tired from studying, you need to learn to rest properly. Tomorrow, I'll take both of you to Grandpa's house to have some fun."
"Okay..."
"Alright, get up now. I'll make something delicious for you."
Dad patted me with a smile and walked out.
Only after they had both left did I fully come to my senses. So everything that happened in the kitchen just now was a dream—but why did it feel so real?
"Sam, consider that punch a lesson for taking advantage of Mom!"
Thinking about how solidly that punch had landed on Sam's face, I felt a sense of satisfaction deep down. After all, Sam had crossed the line with some things.
After getting dressed and washing up, I sat on the living room sofa watching TV while Dad prepared lunch in the kitchen. Looking at the kitchen door, my heart still trembled with a lingering sense of fear and nausea.
A while later, Sam came downstairs from the second floor. The left side of his face was noticeably swollen, almost like a pig's. My guilt deepened even further.
"Um… Sam, I'm sorry… I…"
"It's fine, it was my own fault. Don't worry about it, Zihan. Mom applied some medicine for me—it'll heal soon."
Sam sat down beside me. Fortunately, he was Black—if he had any other skin tone, a huge bruise would have been clearly visible on his face.
"Zihan, what kind of dream did you have to react like that?"
Sam looked at me with curiosity.
"Well… just a nightmare… I can't really remember. It felt like I was being chased by a gorilla, and no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't escape. Then you shook me awake… so…"
"Um, Sam, I didn't mean it like that… sorry."
Even though the excuse sounded plausible, it still felt strange.
"Hehe… it's okay. Maybe I just look too much like a gorilla, hahaha…"
Sam laughed. Thankfully, he was easygoing and didn't dwell on the details.
While we were talking, I faintly caught a whiff of a refreshing fragrance coming from somewhere nearby. Before Sam sat down beside me, there hadn't been this scent. I frowned slightly as I stared at the TV across the room. The fragrance felt soothing and familiar—I had definitely smelled it somewhere before, though I couldn't quite place it at the moment.
Could it be that Sam had sprayed on perfume? To cover up the peculiar smell some say Black people have? I glanced at Sam beside me. It seemed likely—after all, many people claim Black people have a certain body odor, and Sam probably wasn't an exception.
Just before lunchtime, Mom came downstairs from the second floor, wearing light gray cotton pants and a white short-sleeved shirt. Ever since that night I saw Sam go into her room for the second time, Mom had rarely worn revealing shorts or tops at home. Instead, she almost always covered her fair, delicate skin completely.
Mom had been doing laundry upstairs earlier. Having just finished, her face glowed with a rosy flush, and beads of sweat glistened on her skin, giving off an indescribable sense of admiration and restlessness.
"Zihan, why did you hit Sam?"
Mom walked over and stood in front of us, smiling as she looked at me.
"Well… I had a nightmare… and before I could react, I ended up hitting Sam…"
"Giggle…"
I glanced awkwardly at Mom. After she finished laughing, she didn't scold me. Instead, she stood up and headed toward the kitchen. Her graceful figure made me sigh inwardly—Mom's figure seemed to be getting better and better.
"Zihan, don't worry, I'm fine."
Sam watched Mom leave before turning back to look at me.
"Um… that's good."
Looking at his honest and simple appearance, I found it hard to believe he was so skilled with women—and so daringly reckless.
During lunch, Dad kept serving Sam delicious dishes as a way of apologizing. Sam grinned from ear to ear, but the movement tugged at his swollen face, causing him to let out painful groans. This made Mom laugh as well. Unaware, she didn't notice that her thin white long-sleeved shirt revealed the flesh-colored bra underneath, which rose and fell with her laughter, nearly spilling out. Fortunately, Sam didn't notice, too focused on eating the food Dad had given him.
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