The night air was chilly, and as soon as they stepped out of the building, Lin Yue and Lin Zhe involuntarily shrank their necks.
They quickly left the residential area.
As they passed the security booth, they greeted Old Zhang, the gatekeeper, who was reading a newspaper inside.
Old Zhang looked up, saw the brother and sister, and couldn't help but smile and nod.
After the two had walked away, Old Zhang watched their tall, well-matched figures from behind and couldn't help but sigh to himself:
"The Lin family is truly remarkable. The men are handsome, the women are beautiful, and each one of them is an outstanding individual."
Who knows what these two, considered the cream of the crop by others, will do next...?
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As they reached the street, the streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them.
Cars came and went, neon lights flashed, Lin Yue walked in front, Lin Zhe followed behind, there was a step between them, neither of them spoke first, the atmosphere remained tense.
Lin Zhe lowered his head, his gaze uncontrollably fixed on his sister's back.
Her long trench coat, with its tightly cinched belt, accentuated the curves of her rounded hips.
With each step she took, her two plump mounds of flesh swayed rhythmically, exuding an astonishing elasticity and sensuality, as if extending a silent invitation to him.
As Lin Zhe watched, his wicked thoughts didn't grow; instead, he became increasingly confused. Why did his sister call him out alone?
In his memory, his older sister, Lin Yue, was always like a little sun.
Apart from that time in the countryside, when Lin Zhe was seven or eight years old, on a summer afternoon after his family moved to the city where they now lived, he was bullied at school because he was unfamiliar with the place and the people there. It was his older sister who, like a tigress, raised her little fists and rushed up to stand up for him.
He failed his exam and was too scared to go home. His older sister secretly gave him her allowance so he could buy his favorite fried chicken legs.
During his rebellious teenage years, he would sneak out with his classmates to spend the night online. His older sister searched for him for an unknown amount of time in one smoky internet cafe after another before finally finding him. Without any lecturing, she quietly took him home and even lied to their parents about it.
Therefore, when Lin Yue got married, Lin Zhe cried the most.
Lin Zhe's sister's smile is the warmest light in his memory.
She is always so cheerful.
She can cry her eyes out over a touching movie, and laugh like a child over a small achievement.
In Lin Zhe's heart, his sister is the embodiment of perfection, the concrete manifestation of the word "beautiful".
He could imagine his sister as a gentle wife and a great mother, but he never, and absolutely never dared to, associate even the slightest dirty thought with his sister, who was as radiant as the sun.
Even if she let him touch her breasts in the afternoon, Lin Zhe only wanted to believe that it was because his sister didn't care about exposing her body in front of her brother.
There is absolutely no biased or tainted emotion involved.
But... is the truth really as he thought?
A thought that Lin Zhe was unwilling to admit quietly surfaced in his mind like a ghost in the night:
Perhaps, the sister who is like a little sun in my heart is actually... the kind of slut who moans wildly under a man?
The idea was so outrageous that Lin Zhe shook his head violently, trying to shake it off.
But he will soon witness that fact with his own eyes...
Just as Lin Zhe was lost in thought and struggling with his inner conflict, Lin Yue, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.
She turned halfway around and, under the dim streetlights, extended a hand to him.
In that instant, the memories seemed to overlap.
Lin Zhe's consciousness blurred for a moment, as if he had returned to a school evening when he was a child, and his older sister was back to the age of wearing pigtails, reaching out her hand to him in the sunset, saying:
"Xiao Zhe, let's go home."
Amidst the blurring of memory and reality, Lin Zhe grasped Lin Yue's hand.
My sister's hands were cold, carrying the chill of the night, unlike my mother's hands, which were calloused from hard work.
My sister's hands are very soft, with long, slender fingers. Holding them in my palm gives me a delicate and long-lost feeling.
This simple gesture seemed to break the awkward atmosphere between the two.
They went from walking one in front of the other to walking side by side.
Hand in hand, we walked slowly in the cold night wind.
However, no one spoke.
As the number of pedestrians on the roadside gradually decreased, Lin Zhe finally couldn't help but turn his head and ask:
"Sis, is something on your mind?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yue stopped again, and then Lin Zhe also stopped.
Lin Zhe looked to his side, where the light from the streetlamp shone on his sister's face from the side, outlining her features in an exceptionally soft way.
Her expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, and it seemed that she had not encountered any major troubles.
Then, Lin Yue turned her head, her beautiful eyes quietly looking at him in the night.
"If I say I did have something... Could you help your sister?"
Hearing this, Lin Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and a familiar sunny smile appeared on his face.
"Sis, what are you saying? Your problems are my problems."
"Don't you have enough pocket money? I'll transfer you another 10,000."
As he spoke, he naturally let go of his sister's hand, took out his phone, and prepared to transfer the money.
Lin Yue didn't stop him or say anything. She just watched him quietly as he looked down at his phone and let him transfer money to her.
That gaze was as gentle as an adult looking at a child.
Yet it was also mixed with a bit of selfish desire that was hard to explain.
After Lin Zhe finished operating the device, he looked up and said with a smile, "Sis, it's done. Take a look."
However, upon hearing this, Lin Yue did not look at her phone, nor did she even move. Her eyes remained fixed on the man in front of her.
Lin Zhe felt a little flustered under her gaze; he had never seen his sister look at him with such an expression before.
"Sis... is there something on my face?"
Lin Zhe subconsciously touched his face.
Lin Yue slowly shook her head.
"That means... not enough was transferred?" Lin Zhe continued to guess.
Lin Yue shook her head again.
"Is that about my nephew?"
Lin Yue hesitated for a moment, seemingly thinking, but ultimately shook her head.
"Is it... about Mom?" Lin Zhe's heart jumped.
Lin Yue's eyes flickered, but she still shook her head.
"About my brother-in-law?"
This time, Lin Yue shook her head without hesitation, a hint of disgust even flashing in her eyes.
What exactly happened? Lin Zhe really couldn't guess.
He racked his brains but couldn't think of anything else that could make his sister make that expression.
But while her sister's gaze was unfamiliar, it wasn't entirely unfamiliar either.
However, Lin Zhe had never seen this in his sister, who was like a little sun.
And with other women, like his wife Su Yu, when they were deeply in love, she would often look at him with that kind of gaze.
That was an expression of courtship.
The moment this thought crossed Lin Zhe's mind, his breath caught in his throat.
This afternoon, the image of his hand on his sister's E-cup breasts suddenly flashed into his mind as he sat on the sofa.
That amazing elasticity...
Lin Zhe's breathing became deep and long. Looking at the face in front of him that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a bold guess that made him tremble emerged from the bottom of his heart.
He asked tentatively:
"Sister...do you...want to...kiss me?"
This time, Lin Yue did not shake her head.
Under the cool moonlight and the dim streetlights, in front of her younger brother, Lin Yue nodded gently, yet with absolute certainty.
Upon seeing this, Lin Zhe's mind went completely blank.
Sister...she...she wants to kiss me?
Why?
Lin Zhe couldn't figure out why his sister was acting this way, nor could he understand what it meant.
All he could see was his sister's face, which looked especially alluring in the night, her eyes filled with longing, and her slightly parted lips, waiting to be plucked.
Lin Zhe swallowed hard, and his legs seemed to have a mind of their own, taking a step forward uncontrollably. He stretched out his arms and hugged his sister tightly.
He ran his hand through her soft, long hair, feeling the shape of her skull, as if trying to confirm the reality of it all.
Lin Yue didn't flinch or close her eyes, letting her younger brother hug her and feeling the youthful and energetic masculine aura emanating from him.
After a while, she looked up, her beautiful eyes gazing intently at her younger brother, who was very close to her.
My younger brother's face is so handsome.
A high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and lips slightly parted in shock all exude a fatal attraction.
Especially the complex expression in his eyes at that moment, a mixture of shock, confusion, and desire, gave Lin Yue an unprecedented feeling of excitement.
Just then, Lin Yue suddenly spoke up and asked softly:
Do you like your older sister?
Lin Zhe was taken aback at first, then blurted out:
"like..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Yue showed an expression of indifference, and then she actually stood on tiptoe and brought her red lips to his lips.
Two warm, slightly cool lips pressed together.
It started as a simple contact, and Lin Zhe hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
When he realized that his sister had kissed him first, Lin Zhe could no longer control the wild impulse mixed with affection, desire and a sense of transgression.
The next second, Lin Zhe took the initiative, forcefully sucking on her lower lip, and then using the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth.
Lin Yue's breath carried a faint, sweet fragrance.
Her tongue was soft, but somewhat clumsy. Perhaps she wasn't used to kissing a man called "little brother," and could only let Lin Zhe's tongue entwine and stir inside her.
Lin Zhe supported the back of Lin Yue's head with one hand, while his other hand tightly embraced her plump waist, forcefully pressing her soft body towards him.
In that instant, Lin Zhe could clearly feel his sister's enormous breasts, which were still astonishingly large even through the thick sweater and trench coat, pressing tightly against his chest, rising and falling and changing shape with their increasingly rapid breathing.
The kiss grew deeper and more intense.
When their lips finally parted, they were both breathing heavily, yet it seemed they were reluctant to separate. Their foreheads touched, feeling each other's hot breaths.
Lin Yue's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and a trace of glistening saliva clung to the corner of her mouth, making her look both lewd and alluring.
Looking at her younger brother's face, which was also filled with desire, she reached out her small hand and stroked his cheek.
"Xiao Zhe..."
"Can you take your sister... somewhere?"
His sister's face was inches away, her warm words brushing against his skin. Lin Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He knew, of course, where she wanted to go, and what would happen after she went.
Lin Zhe didn't say anything, but looked deeply at his sister with his eyes that were also burning with flames, and then nodded heavily.
Then he took her hand, which had become warm, and held it tightly in his palm. He turned around and strode towards the budget hotel on the street corner, which was flashing ambiguous neon lights.
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The lights were very bright in the budget hotel room.
Lin Zhe and Lin Yue entered the bathroom one after the other, closed the door, and the small space became even more crowded and ambiguous.
The mirror next to the sink reflected the two figures, both nervous and expectant.
Lin Zhe looked at his sister in the mirror. She was facing away from him, slowly taking off her trench coat and casually hanging it on the hook behind the door.
After taking off her coat, her curves were even more accentuated by the sweater and yoga pants underneath, a kind of fleshy sensuality that was completely different from that of his wife Su Yu's fiery figure and his mother Wang Xiulan's voluptuousness.
Or perhaps it's a combination of the strengths of both people.
What was happening before his eyes felt so unreal; Lin Zhe felt as if he were dreaming.
A bizarre erotic dream that he wouldn't even dare to imagine in his most unrestrained adolescent fantasies.
The protagonist of his dream was his beloved older sister, whom he had respected since childhood.
Lin Yue seemed to sense her younger brother's unease, turned around, and put on a faint, reassuring smile.
And her eyes no longer held the aggressive desire that she used when she was actively seeking kisses on the street; instead, they held a hint of a sister's doting affection for her younger brother.
It was as if what they were about to do was not a forbidden incestuous act, but simply a return to their childhood, to that hot summer evening when they were taking a shower in the yard.
"What are you standing there for? Open your hands."
Lin Zhe obediently opened his arms and turned his back to his sister.
Immediately, he felt a pair of soft little hands reach out from behind him, gently wrapping around his waist, and clumsily unzipping his down jacket.
With a "rip," the zipper was pulled open, and Lin Yue peeled off her brother's clothes layer by layer, like peeling an onion.
Down jackets, hoodies...
When her warm fingertips touched Lin Zhe's bare back, he trembled and goosebumps instantly rose on his skin.
Lin Yue seemed to enjoy her younger brother's awkward reaction, deliberately slowing down her movements. Her soft fingertips lightly brushed against his back, feeling his young and firm muscle lines, feeling this body that shared the same blood as hers.
"How old are you? You still need your older sister to help you take off your clothes."
Lin Yue whispered softly in Lin Zhe's ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine.
Lin Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak.
He let his sister pull down his pants and underwear at the same time.
When that long, erect penis, throbbing with excitement, was exposed in front of the two of them, Lin Zhe heard a suppressed gasp from behind him.
After helping Lin Zhe undress, Lin Yue didn't stop. Instead, she took a step back and began to calmly take off her own clothes.
In front of Lin Zhe, she removed her restraints one by one.
The loose sweater was held above her head, revealing a flesh-colored nursing bra underneath.
Those magnificent, full breasts were lightly wrapped in this functional bra, almost bursting the soft fabric.
The bra also had a clasp at the top for easy breastfeeding. This detail was like a needle pricking Lin Zhe's nerves, suddenly raising the taboo of this incestuous act to another level.
Next, there were the black tight yoga pants that perfectly outlined the curves of her lower body.
Lin Yue hooked her fingers around the waistband of her pants, a teasing smile in her eyes, and looked at her younger brother before slowly pulling them down inch by inch.
The taut fabric lingered on her exaggeratedly plump buttocks, over her firm and long thighs, and finally settled at her slender ankles.
Lin Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief.
My sister's buttocks are so fat and perky, as if they were conceived specifically to withstand the most violent impacts.
Now, Lin Yue only has two layers of clothing left to cover her body.
With a flick of her wrist, she skillfully unhooked the bra at the back.
Those dazzlingly white breasts instantly broke free.
Accompanied by a violent surge of waves that would make any man dizzy, those two huge mounds of flesh hung heavily on her chest.
Perhaps because she had breastfed, the two dark nipples at the top appeared larger and more prominent than those of an average girl. At this moment, due to excitement and the cold air, they hardened like two ripe little grapes.
Then, the last pair of underwear.
When she personally removed that small piece of lace, which symbolized the last fig leaf of human civilization, Lin Zhe froze.
His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with a shock ten times stronger than when he first saw the nursing bra.
Because, my sister's lower body... actually...
It was spotless, without a single hair!
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