Because Mom was away on a business trip, the task of cooking fell to Annuo.
When Dad came home from work, he found Beibei sulking on the living room sofa. After changing his clothes, he called her into the bedroom and talked with her for half an hour before they came out.
Beibei's eyes were red and swollen—clearly, she had been crying. Dad gathered her and Annuo together and introduced them to each other. Annuo cheerfully called her "sister." Although Beibei was reluctant, she still responded.
Dad went into the kitchen and cooked three dishes. During dinner, Beibei kept a sour face, sitting there stubbornly refusing to pick up her chopsticks.
Both Dad and I could sense her grievances, so we kept putting food into her bowl. In the end, whether out of hunger or temptation, she obediently started eating.
After dinner, I went back to my room to study and review. Around eleven o'clock, Beibei walked in wearing pajamas, carrying a pillow and a quilt in her arms.
I was taken aback and looked at her suspiciously. "What are you doing?" Before she could answer, I added, "Let me warn you first—I'm not sleeping in the living room."
Beibei threw the quilt onto my bed, plopped down, and said angrily, "Anyway, I'm not sleeping with her."
"But you can't sleep in my room either. Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"You can go sleep in Dad's room. Mom's not here anyway, so you can share a bed with Dad."
"No way. Dad was in a good mood tonight and drank a lot. I don't want to sleep with him. Why don't you go?"
Beibei frowned and grumbled, "I'm already in high school. How can I sleep in the same bed as Dad?"
"Then can you sleep in the same bed as me?"
"I never said I wanted to sleep in the same bed with you! What I mean is, I'll sleep in your bed, and you—get out."
"Why should I?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"Because you didn't tell me. Because you kept it from me." Beibei put her hands on her hips. "Because you gave her my room to stay in."
"Just make do for now. You'll be going back to school on Sunday anyway."
"No! I won't!"
Beibei lay stiffly on my bed, acting stubborn. "I'm sleeping right here! If you don't want to sleep in Dad's room, you can go sleep in her room instead."
I stood up and walked to the bedside. Seeing her lying there like a corpse, cheeks puffed out and chest rising and falling, she looked exactly like a child throwing a tantrum.
"I mean, how old are you? You're a high school student. Can't you be a little more reasonable?"
"Who can be reasonable when they suddenly have a half-sister out of nowhere? Besides, she'll be sharing our inheritance in the future."
I was both amused and exasperated. "You're overthinking it. Come on, hurry up and go back to sleep. If you two sisters lie in the same bed, maybe you'll hit it off. You can talk about fun things at school, gossip about celebrities, discuss poetry and philosophy, and in the future, you can even watch the snow, stars, and moon together."
"I don't want to watch the snow, stars, or moon with her! I only want you!"
"Want me?" I was confused. "What do you want me for?"
"I want you to go sleep somewhere else!"
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Hurry up and go back to your room." I grabbed Beibei's slender, smooth wrist, trying to pull her up from the bed, but she clung tightly to the quilt with both hands and feet, refusing to budge.
I pretended to be stern and warned her, "If you don't get up now, I'm going to get angry."
Beibei huffed, "If you don't leave, I'll get angry too."
Hah! There was really no way to deal with her.
Gritting my teeth, I kicked off my shoes and squeezed onto the bed, lying down right next to her.
Both our beds were custom-made, slightly wider than a single bed but not quite as wide as a double. Lying side by side like this, it still felt a bit cramped.
My arm pressed tightly against Beibei's, and I pushed her toward the edge of the bed.
Beibei pushed back with all her might, but as a little girl, how could she match my strength? I kept pushing her until she was right at the edge, almost about to fall off.
"Ah—!" Beibei kicked her fair, delicate little feet wildly. Finally, she turned toward me, threw one leg over my body, wrapped her arms tightly around me, and clung to me like a koala.
I tried to push her away, but Beibei held on with both her arms and legs, refusing to let go. After a while of struggling, everything suddenly went quiet. We stopped moving and just lay there, face to face, staring at each other.
It had been a long time since I had observed her this closely.
Her eyes sparkled like stars; her small, palm-sized face was exquisitely proportioned, as if naturally perfect. Her fair skin, flushed from our playful tussle, looked translucent and tender, as if it could be squeezed to release water.
Aside from the faint, delicate scent of a young girl, there was also the fragrance of shower gel on her fair skin. Clearly, she had just taken a bath, making her seem like a clean, well-behaved little kitten.
We were both wearing thin pajamas, and I could clearly feel the slight swell of her chest—soft yet with a hint of firmness, youthful and innocent.
Even though I found her annoying, as a healthy, normal man, I couldn't ignore my sister's beauty and cuteness.
In the past, I often fooled around with Beibei without feeling anything amiss. But ever since the unexpected incidents with Anuo and Mom, a strange feeling had taken root in my heart—indescribable yet filled with a deep sense of guilt.
After a moment of silence, Beibei suddenly spoke up, "Brother, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"If you know it's inappropriate, then let go."
"Then you leave."
"Why should I? This is my room."
"Then I won't let go."
I huffed, "Fine, hold on like this then. I don't care."
We had always been stubborn with each other since childhood, never giving an inch. She clung to me like a body pillow. Though I couldn't move freely, it wasn't exactly uncomfortable.
Since I was tired from studying all day anyway, I closed my eyes and decided to rest.
After a while of this stalemate, I suddenly heard the faint sound of snoring. Opening my eyes, I saw that Beibei had actually fallen asleep.
Her eyes were closed, her small mouth slightly open. With each breath, warm, orchid-like air brushed against my cheek, soft and comforting.
I sighed inwardly, helplessly freed myself from her grip, pushed her aside, covered her with the blanket, and then, holding my pillow and quilt, left the bedroom.
I placed my pillow on the living room sofa, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked to Beibei's bedroom door. Pushing it open, I saw Anuo lying on the bed, playing with her phone, her left foot playfully kicking up and down, looking quite relaxed.
She glanced up and asked with a smile, "Brother, is there something you need?"
"It's nothing, just checking if you're asleep." I wasn't even sure what I was doing there—I just found myself walking in as if guided by some unseen force.
"I'll be going to bed soon."
"Oh... alright then, get some rest."
Just as I was about to close the door, Annuo asked, "Is sister not coming back?"
"Don't wait for her. She's sleeping in my room."
Annuo widened her eyes, her tone suggestive as she asked, "You two... are sharing a room?"
"I'm sleeping in the living room."
"Then... would you like to sleep with me?"
"No need." I couldn't let her lead me around like this anymore, so I firmly closed the door.
Since it was a long holiday this week, there were no classes on Saturday. I stayed up studying in the living room until past one in the morning before finally going to sleep.
That night, I dreamed I was lying on top of my mother, parting her slender, pale legs clad in ultra-thin flesh-toned pantyhose. I tore open the crotch of the stockings, raised my hard cock, and pressed it against her plump, smooth, hairless pussy. With a forceful thrust, my thick glans pushed apart her tightly closed labia, slowly entering her narrow, tight honey pot.
My mother's eyes were half-open, narrowed into slits, her red lips slightly parted as sweet, syrupy moans escaped her throat.
My hands gripped her waist tightly as my hard cock thrust in and out of her honey pot, pounding forcefully against her delicate uterine core.
Her body trembled lightly under my impact, her pale, tender breasts swaying back and forth, forming dizzying waves of white flesh. Her swollen mound seemed to have been torn open, her plump, engorged labia coated in sticky, sweet juices. With each thrust of my cock, they stretched and pulled at the surrounding pink, tender flesh.
"Mmm... ah... Xiao Dong, slower... mmm... ah... gentler... be gentle... Mommy can't take it anymore... mmm..."
I lifted her slender, long legs clad in sheer stockings, resting them on my shoulders as I thrust harder into her. Her plump, swollen pussy grew even fuller, its tight walls gripping my cock, juices dripping and making wet, squelching sounds with each movement.
Her cute, stocking-clad feet rested on my shoulders, swaying gently with each thrust. I felt myself nearing my limit, leaning forward until her soft body was almost folded in half. Her stocking-clad legs pressed against her full breasts as I thrust and fucked her hard, my glans hitting her core with every deep plunge.
"Mmm... ah... Xiao Dong... it's so full... mmm... ah... oh... gentler..."
My mother whimpered and moaned under my thrusts, unable to form a complete sentence. Her tender, tight passage clenched around my cock, spasming intensely.
I couldn't hold back any longer. With one final, deep thrust, my glans pressed against her tender flesh, and thick, hot cum erupted from me.
"Uh... no... don't cum inside... ah... pull out quickly... I'll get pregnant... you can't cum inside..."
Amid her protests, I gradually woke up. In my groggy state, I felt a warm, sticky sensation between my legs, as if my hard cock was being enveloped by something soft.
After a moment of confusion, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked down. To my surprise, I found Annuo crouched beside the sofa, one hand propping up her chin while the other was inside my pajama pants. Her plump palm was wrapped around my cock, rhythmically squeezing it, as thick semen continued to ooze from the tip.
"What are you doing?" I propped myself up, shouting in shock.
Annuo gave me a sweet smile, tilting her little head as she said, "I saw you down there looking quite uncomfortable, so I thought I'd help you feel better. What's wrong? Does it not feel good?"
I hurriedly sat up, pulling her small hand out of my pants and glancing around. Seeing no one else in the room, I lowered my voice and said, "Stop fooling around. We're at home."
"Home isn'tt allowed?" Annuo didn't seem to care at all, even bringing her hand, now covered in thick semen, up to her nose and giving it a light sniff.
"Of course not!" I stared at her for a long moment before finally asking, "Did... did you hear what I was saying?"
Hearing this, the little girl's eyes shifted, and she leaned her face closer, pretending to be mysterious as she said, "You were calling out 'Beibei, Beibei, so good, Beibei' the whole time."
Hearing her say this, I felt a slight sense of relief. She thought the person in my dream was Beibei, not knowing it was someone else, so she was just trying to tease me.
I let out an exaggerated sigh and chuckled foolishly, "Yes, it was Beibei. I was dreaming about Beibei." Annuo looked confused, staring at me in bewilderment.
I gazed at her with a complicated expression, my eyes full of meaning. I opened my mouth several times but hesitated each time.
The little girl grew more and more confused. I don't know if she sensed a certain heat in my gaze, but her face actually flushed slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.
Seeing her so rarely flustered by my teasing, I was absolutely delighted inside.
Just then, the sound of a door opening came, and Beibei walked out of the bedroom, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Without caring about the sticky wetness in my pants, I quickly pulled up my pajama bottoms.
Beibei had been heading toward the bathroom, but seeing Annuo crouched in front of the sofa, she paused and asked, "What are you two doing?"
"Just chatting," I said, trying to sound calm.
"Chatting this early in the morning?" Beibei frowned, still half-asleep, and scratched her neck before turning and heading into the bathroom.
I asked Annuo, "Don't you need to cook today?"
Annuo slowly stood up, pouting as she complained, "It's all your fault. I forgot about cooking because of you."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I was serving you, after all."
"I never asked you to."
Annuo slowly shuffled toward the kitchen, turning back halfway to say, "Oh, and don't forget to pay me for my service."
I didn't know if she was joking, and I didn't have time to argue with her, so I just reminded her, "Wash your hands first."
At that moment, Beibei came out of the bathroom and bumped right into Annuo, looking at her with a troubled expression. Annuo smiled slightly, raising the hand covered in semen and holding it out in front of her.
Beibei, seeing the sticky mess on her hand, pushed it away in disgust and asked, "What is this? It's so gross."
I was startled and was about to speak when Annuo said with a laugh, "It's snot. It's big brother's."
"How disgusting," Beibei said with a look of disgust before turning and heading into my room, probably to go back to sleep.
Annuo turned around and waved the semen-covered hand at me as if showing off. I angrily whispered, "Stop playing around. Go wash your hands."
Annuo stuck her tongue out at me and limped into the bathroom.
Beibei didn't want to stay under the same roof as Annuo, so she slipped out after breakfast.
After Dad went to work, only Annuo and I were left at home.
Fortunately, she didn't cause any trouble and obediently stayed in the living room playing on her phone, while I shut myself in the bedroom to study.
I had been feeling quite pent up lately. Wet dreams—I wasn't sure if they counted as a release, but whenever I thought about what happened in those dreams, my whole body would grow restless, my mind buzzing with heat, making it impossible to focus on studying.
I kept telling myself in my heart that it was just a dream and didn't mean I had any inappropriate thoughts about Mom.
I had considered relieving myself, but the thought of the little devil still being at home made me uneasy. I couldn't shake the feeling that she might barge into the room halfway through.
Just as I was growing inexplicably restless, heaven had eyes—my dear and admirable firefighter, Lu Yiyi, actually called, saying she wanted to come over to study with me. Of course, I agreed without hesitation.
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