#64
I propped myself up on one elbow, still hovering over her, and finally let the words spill out between chuckles.
“You know, Mom. You don’t need to hide your body from me.”
Her giggles tapered off into soft breaths, her chest heaving as she looked up at me, cheeks flushed from the play.
The robe lay forgotten around her like a silken puddle, but her eyes held mine without a flicker of embarrassment—only a spark of something warmer, more affectionate.
“I’m different from before. You don’t need to be stepping on thin glass around me anymore. Although if I do have something I don’t like, I would say it. But I won’t act the same as before. I love you, Mom. I love you and Sis. I’m sorry for acting the way I did before…”
I reached over her chest and watched as my hand slid gently to cup her breast, feeling the rise and fall of her breath against my palm.
Mom looked at me for a moment before her lips curved. She reached up, her fingers trailing along my jawline, thumb brushing my lower lip in a touch that lingered just a beat too long.
“Do you really mean it, dear?” she asked.
Her question hung in the air, soft but edged with a worry that creased her brow. I could see it in the way her eyes searched mine, like she was bracing for the old indifference to slip back in.
My hand rested there on her breast, not with any intent beyond comfort—a simple gesture to show I meant every word—but she tensed slightly beneath me, her fingers pausing on my jaw.
The wooden floor creaked under our weight as she shifted, her legs drawing up a bit, knees brushing my sides in a protective curl.
“Of course, I do,” I said quickly, my voice steady, pulling my hand back to rest on the floor beside her shoulder instead.
I didn’t want her to misread the touch; it was just me trying to bridge the gap, to make her feel held without the walls we’d built before.
“I’ve always loved you. I was just… I don’t know… I guess. Stupid kid stuff. What do they usually call it, puberty?”
Mom looked at me before laughing over what I said, “I guess, that’s one way to put it~.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “But that’s over now. You and Sis—you’re my family. I should not have done that. Act like that.. I mean, I can be mean to other people, but to my family? To the ones who love me, that would be stupid, right?”
“Dear…”
“Why would I turn away from someone who loves me without conditions? Who’s always been there, no matter what? If that isn’t idiotic, I don’t know what is.”
Mom paused, her expression a swirl of confusion, affection, and surprise. It was hard to pinpoint the exact emotions flickering across her beautiful features, but one thing was clear: the walls she’d built were crumbling.
The way she pressed her body closer to mine, her gaze holding me like I was the most precious gem in existence—it spoke volumes.
In that vulnerable moment, I leaned down, nuzzling my face against the curve of her neck, inhaling the faint, comforting scent of her skin—lavender soap mingled with something uniquely her.
As I shifted, my cheek brushed the underside of her raised arm, and I noticed the sparse tufts of dark hair in her armpit, soft and untrimmed.
It caught me off guard for a second, but then I remembered what I’d read online about customs here: in this world, women often let their body hair grow naturally, especially in places like the armpits.
Younger ones tended to shave or wax to keep things sleek and polished, chasing that modern ideal. But older women? They seemed to embrace it more, perhaps from a generational shift or simply less concern about appearances as the years added up.
Suddenly, a deeper worry shadowed her eyes, raw insecurity making her shoulders hunch ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry, dear… I just don’t want to make you feel bad. You’ve been so good lately—wonderful, really—and I don’t want to do anything to ruin that…”
Her voice cracked, and she glanced aside, toward the sunlit window where dust motes swirled in lazy beams. Her free hand rose to fiddle with a strand of her tousled hair, twisting it nervously as if to shield herself.
Yet, even as she spoke, her body betrayed her words, leaning into mine with unconscious warmth—her thigh pressing more firmly against my leg, a subtle cling weaving in. Her arm draped looser around my waist, fingers spreading across my back through the thin fabric of my shirt.
She was reaching out instinctively, vulnerability drawing her nearer despite the doubt clouding her face. I propped myself higher on my elbow, offering space but refusing to withdraw, my eyes fixed on hers to convey I wasn’t leaving.
“Mom…”
“I didn’t mean to guilt you, dear. I love you, and you know that. I’d do anything for you.”
I sighed softly. “Okay, Mom. But no more dodging me, alright?”
“I’m not dodging you.”
“You might not see it that way, but you’ve been so careful around me. Cautious, like I might snap at any second.”
“That’s not—”
“Mom, just promise me. I want you to feel at ease with me.” I murmured, reaching out to tuck that errant strand behind her ear, my fingers grazing her cheek in a feather-light touch.
“I know you were always trying—pouring in effort to reach me, to connect, all these years. But I shut you out. I’ve regretted it every day. Now, I promise: everything changes from here. I love you, Mom.”
“Oh, baby!”
Her voice broke on the words, a soft sob escaping as tears welled up in her eyes. She lunged forward then, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a tight embrace.
Her bare skin pressed against my clothed chest, warm and soft, her robe falling open completely now, but neither of us cared. I felt the rapid beat of her heart against mine, syncing in that moment of raw honesty.
I held her back just as fiercely, my hands sliding around her waist, fingers splaying across the smooth curve of her lower back. The floor was hard beneath us, but it didn’t matter; we were cocooned in this bubble of reconciliation, the world outside fading away.
“I love you too, Mom,” I said, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo—something floral and comforting, like home.
Mom pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, her cheeks glistening with those joyful tears. Her smile started tentative, a soft curve of her lips, then spread wide, illuminating her face with a glow I hadn’t seen since I was a kid.
I knew then that I had made the right choice in addressing this issue.
Although it was risky. She could have misunderstood my intention, taking it the wrong way. She might even scold me for being bold. But as I expected, Mom is really weak against me.
“You mean it? No more distance? No more of those cold stares at your old mom?”
“No more of that, Mom,” I said firmly, my thumb gently brushing away a stray tear from her cheek.
“And besides, you’re not that old,” I teased, my hand sliding down to squeeze her firm ass cheeks through her thin robe. I thought it was a bold move that might anger her, but instead, she only let out a light chuckle, as if it was something normal to do.
“You’ve got a sweet mouth on you now, dear,” she murmured, her voice warm and playful.
I responded with a laugh and pressed my body closer. My chest against hers, her naked breasts pushing deep into my skin like thick doughy pillows.
I could not help but took a deep breathe, taking her musky but sweet smell. She pushed me up so my head was just above her vast cleavage. Her mouth was open and gasping in amusement as she smiled down at me. Her eyes flashing with love and affection that could drown any man.
She didn’t pull away from our tangled position—legs entwined, my morning wood still half-hard against her thigh.
Maybe she didn’t care about the intimacy, or maybe she was just savoring this closeness after so long apart, afraid to shatter the moment, but we stayed like that, cuddling. Her arms were under my pits, wrapping around my chest, while she started telling me how much she loves me. How much she treasures me. That I am the most important treasure in the world for her. Blah blah blah,..
She didn’t spare any effort in praising me, my looks, how handsome I was, how cute and adorable I am. I could not do anything but laugh and accept all these praises while being hugged from behind as we sat on the floor.
Then suddenly, footsteps echoed from the hallway—heavy and familiar.
A moment later, Sarah appeared in the doorway, her expression flat and unbothered as she took in the scene of us, sitting and cuddling on the floor.
“Sis,” I said, my voice catching a little, heat rising to my face.
I braced for judgment, for some snarky comment about our compromising cuddle. But Sarah just glanced at us for a beat, her dark hair tousled from sleep, before shrugging it off.
“And here I was wondering why you two aren’t coming down. Both of you, quit playing around and come on. The food’s getting cold.”
Her tone was casual, like she’d walked in on us sharing a newspaper.
Mom turned her head, pouting at her daughter.
“No, not yet.”
She tightened her arms around me, pulling my face right into the soft swell of her tits, the fabric of her robe doing little to hide their warmth. Instinct kicked in—I grabbed them, squeezing gently, feeling her nipples harden under my palms.
“Five more minutes,” she whined, nuzzling my hair.
“Jeez, Mom, stop acting like a kid and let Alvin breathe. Let’s go eat breakfast. We’ve got stuff to do today.”
“It’s my rest day,” Mom protested, but there was a smile in her voice as she rocked us side to side.
“But not mine! I’m not brewing you another coffee if it goes cold. I’ve gotta head to Deli’s soon for my shift.” Sarah crossed her arms, tapping her foot.
“Alright, fine, fine!” Mom relented with a dramatic sigh, finally loosening her hold. She planted a quick kiss on my forehead before letting me go.
“Honey, go first, I’ll change my clothes first.”
I thought she was still having reservations about me. But when I looked at her expression, I knew it wasn’t like that, so I nodded my head. I leaned in to kiss her cheek, making her smile, before I stood.
“Okay, Mom.”
I left the room and followed my sister, who looked at me with a strange smile.
“Hey,” she grabbed my ass from behind when we were about to descend the stairs. I stopped and looked at her, and she smirked.
“I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
“That… Are you trying to seduce Mom now? Like how you seduced me?”
“I seduced you?” I smirked.
Sarah looked at me seriously, and I knew she wasn’t putting up with any bullshit at the moment, so I rolled my eyes and said, “What? Getting jealous?”
I thought she didn’t care, but it seemed like she wasn’t that indifferent after all.
Although it’s not like I planned it that way in the first place. I only wanted to close the distance between Mom and me. Get closer. Feel even more of the love I craved from her. A love I’ve never felt from a mother before.
I wanted Mom to fall for me. To adore me completely. To love me with everything she had.
And if seducing her was the path to that, then I’d take it without hesitation.
Sarah chuckled, “Nope.” But then she paused, reconsidering, “Bah, a little bit. But I admit it was quite hot, especially when you pinned her down.”
“I didn’t pin her down,” I snarled. “And were you spying on us?”
“It’s not spying if you’re doing it right in the hallway, little bro~” she teased, grabbing my waist, spinning me around, and crashing her lips against mine in a hungry kiss.
“I hate to share. However, if it’s with Mom, I guess I don’t mind as much as I thought. In any case, we’re all family. And family shares everything, right?”
As she spoke, she pressed her body flush against mine, her full tits squishing against my chest, the heat of her curves seeping through our clothes.
“But remember, I’m the priority!”
Her hand slid down, cupping my bulge and squeezing my hardening cock through my pants.
Her fingers traced its thickening length, gripping it possessively, as if marking her territory.
Her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to submit, that teasing dominance sparking like she knew I’d crumble under her touch.
I held Sarah’s gaze for a beat, feeling the insistent pressure of her grasp, but instead of giving in, I met her challenge head-on.
With a casual shrug, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and tugged her hand away—not harshly, but with enough firmness to prove I wasn’t her plaything.
“I’m owned by no one, sis. And I’ll do what I want.”
My voice stayed level, laced with quiet confidence, no trace of backing down.
I eased back just enough to break the crush of her body against mine and shot her a smirk of my own. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation sharpening her features.
“Alvin, I’m serious.”
“And so am I,” I replied. “I’ll be with whoever I want, sis. Taking my virginity doesn’t mean you own me. And if you can’t handle that,” I said, locking eyes with her intently, “…then we might as well end this and go back to being normal siblings before it turns into a real mess.”
A look of shock appeared in Sarah’s face.
“…I confess, I love you, which is why I let it happen.”
Though it was more lust than anything else. Drunk on the thrill of unrestricted sex, I’d seized the chance with the nearest temptation that day.
But I couldn’t voice that, and truthfully, I did love her. I cared deeply. She’s my sister. A sister I longed to have. But that doesn’t mean I would forsake my freedom just to please her.
In a normal world, that affection might have stayed platonic, keeping us as close, supportive siblings. But this world wasn’t normal.
It was a bizarre place where men’s deepest desires took shape, and I was no exception.
It was a strange world I’d come to embrace and love.
Still, I needed to set boundaries now.
Dispel her illusion that she controlled me just because I’d surrendered my body to her whims. Otherwise, her jealousy and fixation could spiral out of control, dragging us toward something ugly and irreversible.
