Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the afternoon of the eleventh day of the first lunar month, the sunlight, carrying a hint of the chill of late winter, streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air.
As the city thawed a little, certain frozen relationships within this family were also quietly melting in a more bizarre way.
As it was the beginning of the new year and everything was in need of rebuilding, both Lin Jianguo's factory and Lin Zhe and Su Yu's company were in one of the busiest periods of the year.
Even Wang Xiulan seems to have found a new focus in her life. She and her daughter Lin Yue take turns taking care of their grandson every day and cook for the whole family, keeping them very busy.
Their involuntary busyness, like a thin layer of snow, temporarily conceals the surging mud beneath.
Everyone tacitly stopped paying attention to each other, and the atmosphere in the family was unusually calm.
It was just past three in the afternoon when the soft sound of a key turning could be heard from the entrance hall.
Lin Zhe burst in.
He first took off his black cashmere coat, which was still damp from the cold outside, and hung it on a hanger. Then he loosened his tie and put on comfortable slippers.
As you can see, due to several consecutive days of overtime work, he has a faint dark circle around his eyes, but there is an undeniable sense of ease and pride between his brows.
The living room was quiet, with only a boring afternoon drama playing on the television at a very low volume.
Lin Yue, the older sister, was nestled on the soft sofa, holding her half-asleep nephew, Li Shiming, in her arms.
She was wearing a loose, off-white knitted sweater with a wide neckline designed for breastfeeding, and her breathtaking curves rose and fell gently with her soft breathing.
"sister."
Lin Zhe called out softly, not wanting to wake the child.
Lin Yue looked up at the sound and saw that it was her younger brother, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
"Xiao Zhe, so early today?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the wall clock and continued:
"It's only a little past three o'clock."
Lin Zhe walked to the huge mahogany dining table in the living room, casually picked up a red apple from the fruit bowl, wiped it on his clothes, and took a big bite with a "crunch," saying indistinctly:
"Yeah, I just closed a big project today that we couldn't get done at the end of last year. My boss is happy, and since I've been working late these past few days, he gave me a half-day off."
The sweet juice burst in his mouth, relieving some of his fatigue.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhe plopped down on Lin Yue's left side, his body sinking into the soft embrace, and he sighed comfortably.
Then he reached out his finger and gently teased his nephew's chubby cheeks.
"Lulu lulu...dudududu..."
Half-asleep, Xiao Shiming seemed to feel an itch; a grin spread across his face, and he let out a string of silvery laughter.
"Giggle..."
Seeing this, Lin Zhe immediately became playful, leaned over, and guided the conversation with exaggerated mouth movements:
"Call...call Mom...Mom...Mom..."
Lin Yue was amused by his childish behavior. She gave him a charmingly glaring look, her phoenix eyes, which bore a seven-tenths resemblance to her mother Wang Xiulan, slightly upturned, carrying a hint of languid allure.
"Alright, he's only eight months old. I've heard people say that they usually doesn't start talking until they're a year old."
Lin Zhe retorted, unconvinced:
"That's not necessarily true. This is my sister's son, he's definitely a genius."
Then he turned to Shi Ming and repeated persistently:
"Come on, little genius, call me Mom... Mom... Mom..."
Lin Yue didn't take it seriously. She had tried countless times at home these past few days, but the little guy only babbled and didn't say anything.
However, to everyone's surprise, as she tilted her head, preparing to tease her younger brother a few more times, the son in her arms suddenly opened his big, dark eyes. Instead of looking at his mother, he stared intently at the man who was so diligently teasing him, and with a clear utterance of two words:
"dad..."
The air froze instantly.
Lin Zhe's smile froze:
"ah?"
He subconsciously corrected himself, "No, no, it's 'Mom,' call Mom..."
But Xiaoming seemed to really like the other pronunciation, so he repeated it in his childish voice:
"dad..."
Lin Yue's expression immediately became somewhat complicated, a mixture of surprise at her son finally speaking, and an indescribable shyness and embarrassment.
How can your own son call your own younger brother "Dad"?
What's going on here?
Thinking of this, she quickly lowered her head and softly corrected him:
"Little Ming, this is your uncle, not your father."
Perhaps not getting the interaction she wanted, Xiao Shiming pouted, waved her chubby little hands haphazardly, and stopped talking.
Lin Zhe also sensed the subtle atmosphere, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and threw the apple he had finished eating into the trash can.
Just then, Xiao Shiming suddenly burst into tears without warning.
What happened?
Lin Zhe seemed somewhat at a loss.
He has his own set of methods for dealing with clients, but dealing with children is a completely new experience for him.
Seeing this, Lin Yue's embarrassment was instantly replaced by maternal tenderness. She gave her younger brother a reproachful glare, but her tone was full of laughter:
"You don't even know this? I think you should hurry up and have a baby with Xiaoyu."
Lin Zhe knew his sister didn't mean to blame him, so he felt relieved and chuckled foolishly.
Lin Yue, while gently patting her son's back, began to give him a live lesson, much like an experienced teacher:
"Take note. When a child suddenly cries, it's usually because of one of a few things. First, check if they've soiled themselves or peed."
As she spoke, Lin Yue skillfully placed Xiao Shiming on the sofa, untied the diaper and glanced at it; it was clean.
Then he continued, "If he didn't poop his pants, then he's hungry."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Yue made a gesture in front of her younger brother that made him gasp for breath.
In that instant, Lin Yue, completely unconcerned that there was an adult male beside her, casually lifted her loose knitted sweater with one hand and unhooked her nursing bra.
The next second, a snow-white breast, much larger and fuller than his wife Su Yu and mother Wang Xiulan, bounced out without any cover and was exposed to the air.
This is the most magnificent breast that Lin Zhe has ever seen in person.
Because it is in the breastfeeding period, it presents an amazing plumpness, looking heavy even on its own, with the top drooping slightly. But this does not diminish its beauty; on the contrary, it adds a charm full of life.
On the snow-white breast, the pale blue veins are clearly visible, like the natural texture that seeps out from the finest mutton fat jade.
The nipple at the tip had already hardened spontaneously due to the baby's crying, and it had turned a light brown color, somewhere between pink and coffee.
The large areola surrounding her breasts resembled a dark rose blooming in the snow.
When Xiaoming smelled the milky aroma, he immediately stopped crying. As if he had found his favorite toy, he accurately took his mother's left breast into his mouth and sucked hard, making a satisfied "gurgling" sound in his throat.
Lin Yue looked down at her son, her face radiant with maternal love, then smiled and looked up at her son, who was still staring in amazement, and said:
"See, I told you he was hungry."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes meeting Lin Zhe's fixed gaze.
Perhaps because she was already a mother, Lin Yue showed no shyness; instead, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile.
"Look at you, you're almost a father, haven't you ever seen breasts before?"
The older sister's voice was soft, yet it was like a feather gently scratching at Lin Zhe's heart.
Lin Zhe felt his mouth was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"Hehe... but... I've never seen one this big before."
"Yeah?"
Lin Yue's smile deepened, seemingly quite pleased with her brother's description. With a hint of boasting, she made an even bolder move:
"Then take a good look."
After saying that, Lin Yue stretched out her other hand and completely lifted up the other side of the sweater.
In an instant, two perfectly shaped, astonishingly large, snow-white breasts were displayed spectacularly before Lin Zhe's eyes.
One nipple was greedily held in the baby's mouth, while the other hung proudly, its grape-sized tip trembling slightly, a sight that stirred the heart.
The visual impact was unparalleled, but Lin Zhe's eyes were not filled with many distracting thoughts; he was simply a little shocked by the beautiful scenery before him.
Seeing her younger brother's infatuated and silly expression, Lin Yuefeng narrowed her eyes slightly and asked softly:
"Is it pretty?"
"nice..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yue's smile vanished abruptly, and she extended her free right hand, opening it in front of Lin Zhe:
"Then bring it here."
Lin Zhe was stunned and didn't react:
"What?"
Lin Yue said matter-of-factly:
"Money, after seeing your sister's beautiful breasts, shouldn't you offer something in return?"
Lin Zhe snapped out of his daze and chuckled:
"Sis, you're really joking."
"Who's joking with you?"
Lin Yue shook her head, her expression becoming somewhat serious and sorrowful:
"Your sister is currently unemployed and has no income. When Xiaoming is weaned and needs formula, where will she get the money for it? She has to start saving in advance."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe wanted to say that his father and he had already stated that the family could support her and the child, and there was no need for her to go out to work.
But thinking about her sister's personality, which was never one to be so melancholic, he realized that she wasn't talking about money at all, but just joking.
So, Lin Zhe's playful side was aroused, and following Lin Yue's lead, he continued:
"No way, that's too much of a loss. I only glanced at it twice, and now I have to pay? It's not worth it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yue seemed to realize that her younger brother had met her own standards, and the corners of her mouth curved into an alluring arc once again. She leaned forward slightly, and her free breasts moved even closer to Lin Zhe with her movements.
"Then... touch it."
These five words feel light and airy, and somewhat unreal.
Lin Zhe looked at his sister's face, trying to find a trace of a joke on her face.
But it wasn't found.
Lin Yue's eyes were open and bold, even carrying a hint of encouragement and expectation.
Lin Zhe's heart began to race.
If I say "okay," will my sister really let me touch her breasts?
What an incredible thing this is!
No, she's your sister, Lin Zhe, you need to calm down.
Wait a minute, you fucking slept with your own mother, so what about your sister? Isn't she a woman too? She only has one vagina, and she's just someone else's cunt, too.
Lin Zhe's mind was in turmoil, with voices of evil and reason constantly clashing within him. Unable to decide, he could only tremble as he continued the conversation:
"Hmm... if i were to touch it, that would be more like it."
I thought that, having come this far, my sister would know when to stop and end this ambiguous game with a curt "Dream on!"
Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Lin Yue simply hummed in agreement, and then actually puffed out her chest in his direction.
In an instant, that large, snow-white, warm breast was just inches away from his hand.
To be honest, no man could resist.
Moreover, it is such a perfect beauty that embodies both motherhood and eroticism.
Its enormous size, its snow-white color, and the pale blue veins on it all exude a deadly allure.
Lin Zhe obeyed his body's instincts and stretched out his trembling left hand.
When his left fingertips first touched that delicate, smooth skin, Lin Zhe clearly heard his sister let out a suppressed groan from deep in her throat.
"Um..."
The sound was very soft, yet it carried a tingling, electric-like sensation that instantly coursed through Lin Zhe's entire body.
A wicked thought arose in Lin Zhe's mind, and he completely covered it with his palm.
The initial sensation upon touching it is a tactile experience that defies precise description.
It is soft, smooth, and surprisingly elastic.
Lin Zhe felt as if he was holding not a lump of fat, but a living thing full of vitality.
As he presses harder, the snow-white rabbit will respond precisely and collapse.
"Be gentle..."
At this moment, Lin Yue's words carried a slight gasp:
"If you break it, your nephew won't have any milk to drink..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe smiled awkwardly, immediately softening his movements and tentatively grasping and squeezing with his palm.
He spread his five fingers apart at the same time, feeling the fullness of the breasts overflowing from between his fingers, and warmed that skin with the warmth of his palms.
Then, his thumb involuntarily began to gently stroke the dark areola.
The skin on the areola had a fine, granular texture, and as he stroked it, the nipple at the tip became harder, like a ripe cherry.
Lin Zhe could even feel that the breast seemed to become fuller under the kneading of his hands, as if the mammary glands inside were being stimulated and becoming active.
Afraid of accidentally spraying out breast milk, Lin Zhe didn't dare to be too bold, only using the gentlest movements to experience this dizzying forbidden pleasure.
Lin Yue didn't say anything more, but simply closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were completely immersed in this strange stimulation.
While her younger brother, whom she had watched grow up, was touching her breasts, her own son was still suckling at her breast.
The confusion of being a mother, a sister, and a woman gave Lin Yue an unprecedented and intense pleasure.
For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were the baby's contented sucking and the faint dialogue from the television.
Just as this ambiguous atmosphere was about to reach its peak...
"Click".
The sound of the door lock turning could be clearly heard from the entryway.
The sound was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking the two people who were immersed in forbidden pleasure.
Lin Zhe jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.
Lin Yue also opened her eyes instantly, and the two of them looked towards the door at the same time.
The door was pushed open, and Wang Xiulan, carrying a vegetable basket, walked in.
Today she was wearing a fitted camel-colored cashmere sweater with a long black down coat over it.
As she stepped into the warm interior and casually took off her coat to hang in the entryway, her well-maintained and still charming figure was perfectly outlined.
A cashmere sweater tightly hugged her full D-cup breasts, and she wore a black knee-length pencil skirt. Beneath the skirt was her favorite flesh-colored stockings, not the kind that make you look like you're wearing bare legs, but just a thin layer of fabric that covered her long, shapely legs.
She wore a pair of mid-heeled leather shoes, and as she walked, her plump, rounded buttocks traced two alluring curves.
"mom."
"mom."
Lin Zhe and Lin Yue spoke almost simultaneously, their voices carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.
"Xiao Zhe got off work so early today?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had, I would have bought an extra fish that you like."
Wang Xiulan was clearly in a good mood, with a gentle smile on her face.
"It's okay to take half a day off today, Mom. I love everything you make."
Lin Zhe tried his best to make his tone sound normal, but the hand that had just touched his sister's breasts seemed to still retain that warm and soft touch, making him feel a little guilty as he put it into his pocket.
Wang Xiulan felt a warmth in her heart from her son's words and playfully scolded him:
"All you do is talk nonsense..."
As she spoke, she picked up her shopping basket and walked towards the living room while changing her shoes.
The instant Wang Xiulan turned around, Lin Yue, with astonishing speed and without making a sound, pulled her sweater down to cover her exposed right breast, leaving only her left breast exposed for breastfeeding her son.
The entire movement was fluid and seamless, as if nothing had happened.
Lin Zhe also withdrew his burning gaze, but his heart was in turmoil, and a strange feeling lingered.
Sister... what did my sister mean by letting me touch her breasts just now?
Is she genuinely short of money and joking, or... a test?
An invitation?
What exactly is going on?
Could it be...?
Is it really possible to give in to Xiaoyu's crazy idea and drag his own sister into this chaotic vortex as well?
Lin Zhe didn't have time to think any further, because Wang Xiulan had already walked up to him.
She was carrying a shopping basket and intended to go straight to the kitchen, but she paused slightly halfway there.
Her gaze fell on her daughter, Lin Yue, and when she saw her breastfeeding Xiao Shiming with her arms open in front of her younger brother, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Wang Xiulan was incredibly perceptive; she immediately sensed an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere in the living room.
But since both were her own children, she didn't think much of it. She just glanced at Lin Zhe with a calm and indifferent look, but it made Lin Zhe's heart skip a beat.
"I'm going to cook."
In the end, Wang Xiulan simply said those words and turned to walk into the kitchen.
Lin Yue only seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when her mother's figure disappeared through the kitchen doorway.
She stood up, holding the already full Xiao Shiming, and said softly to Lin Zhe:
"I'll go to the room to put Shiming to sleep, and then I'll come downstairs to help Mom cook. I'll make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."
Lin Zhe, who had been working overtime for several days and had been relying on takeout to survive, was naturally happy to hear that his sister was going to cook for him, and his romantic thoughts were temporarily suppressed.
"Okay, sis, then I'll have to eat three big bowls!"
Lin Yue turned around and smiled at him, a smile that was captivating. Then, carrying her son, she swayed her supple waist and plump hips as she walked up the stairs.
Lin Zhe's gaze uncontrollably followed his sister's departing figure.
Her pert buttocks, still encased in her loungewear, her full yet slender waist, and the thought that he had just so vividly touched and kneaded her breasts, which were bigger than his own head…
That warm, soft, and elastic touch, as if branded, reappeared clearly on my fingertips.
The wicked thoughts that had just subsided in his lower body, accompanied by an even more surging surge of hot blood, caused him to suddenly become erect, creating an exaggerated tent in his trousers.
At this moment, Lin Zhe's breathing became heavy, and his gaze slowly shifted from the direction of the stairs to... the kitchen.
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