#7

  “Your brother is here! Have some sense!”

  My mother is furious.

  If I was not holding her feet, she might have already jumped in front of my sister and spped the hell out of her.

  “It’s fine, I think my dear brother would not care~”

  But my sister ignored her outburst, and leaned against the backrest of the couch, looking down at me, a teasing smile on her lips. Her wonderful breasts, fttened against the couch like soft mochi.

  "Do you?" she grinned.

  I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

  Sarah chuckled, amused, as she stepped out from behind the couch and looked at me.

  She turned around, her eyes as if saying to me to have a good look at her from front and behind. Then she stood before me, posing like a model, standing with her feet apart and her hands on her hips.

  “So, how do I look?”

  I could not believe it.

  She looks so damn fine!

  I gave her a thumb-up, and said, “Gorgeous!”

  I could not help it.

  “Alvin!”

  Mom admonished me, or rather, looked at me in shock.

  I burst out ughing and so did Sarah.

  “Mom, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

  “But.”

  “Look, it’s hot so I can truly understand if she wanted to go around in that, you know. If I could, I would have done the same.” Mom looked at me seriously.

  It seemed like she had never expected me to say those words.

  However, I ignored it and pretended it was natural.

  “... you know the heat’s killing me.”

  “….I know it’s hot. I understand. But don’t copy your sister, okay?”

  “Hey. You sound like I’m being a bad influence.”

  “You are! And get dressed properly!”

  Mom scowled at my sister.

  But my sister completely ignored her and continued ughing.

  Mom seemed to have something more to say, but after looking at us, she let out a sigh.

  Women walking around topless was a normal thing.

  I even see Mom sometimes walking around the house wearing only her panties. Of course, only a few times, and that’s when she didn’t know I was around. But according to the memories I inherited, she does that often in the past.

  It’s like how men can walk around their house without a shirt.

  The problem is that ‘I’m pretty disgusted about this habit before. Because of that, Mom became strict about the dress code in the house after I admonished them about this and called them shameless in anger.

  However, I am not the same as before.

  “...wow, you’re giving mom a massage? Man, I want that as well~”

  Sarah plopped beside Mom and spoke.

  “I’ll give you one…er…”

  My eyes widened in surprise and my voice cracked.

  Sarah who was sitting in front of me spread her legs a bit and there, I could see, a wonderful pink, slit visible through the leg gap of her shorts. The view was nothing short of exquisite!

  And it seems like it was intentional since she was looking at me with a teasing gaze.

  I immediately averted my eyes and looked at my mother, pretending to notice nothing about my sister's 'tempting' situation.

  “...Mom, you know I don’t care what you both wear. If you think you are comfortable with it, then go and wear clothes that you like. Don’t worry about me.”

  “And he probably likes it if we wear even less clothes.”

  I gred at her.

  “Sarah, that’s enough.” Mom scowled at my sister who seriously cks propriety.

  “Ouch, Mom!”

  “Stop teasing your brother.”

  Mom said while pinching Sarah’s ears.

  My sister cried out from the pain, making me ugh.

  I don’t know if Mom noticed my sister’s ‘little games’ or not, but my mother chased my sister away.

  Sarah grumbled and left.

  “Don’t care about your sister, honey, you know she’s an idiot,” she told me.

  “It’s fine, I’m not bothered at all.”

  My mother smiles.

  “Alvin, I know that you’re thinking for us. But if there’s something you don’t like, just say it, okay? Don’t worry about anything, or this stupid sister of yours. Just ignore her.

  “I will mom… you too as well, Mom, don’t worry about me. I’m fine with anything.”

  After massaging her right foot, I gestured to her left, which she had pced on top of my thighs by this point.

  Happy to obey, she pulled her right foot away and didn’t hesitate to give me her left one.

  Without hesitation, I had just as much fun with it as I did her right one.

  "Alvin, you should massage her feet with a lotion. That would feel even better."

  Suddenly, my sister once again appeared, leaning on the backrest of the couch, with her amazing breasts hanging in front of me.

  I was almost, tempted to grab a hold of those ripe, wonderful fruits.

  With mischief in her eyes, she handed me a bottle of lotion called ‘Lemon Foot Butter’. She pyfully wiggled it in front of our mother’s face.

  "Mom, you have to try this stuff. It feels fantastic. Let him rub your feet with it."

  My mother looked at her with a slight frown but didn’t say anything.

  “I swear this lotion is good. It’s 100% natural and organic… I’ve been using this for a time now. Come on, mom. Take your tights off and let Alvin help you with it.” Sarah said like a salesdy rushing for sales.

  Sarah took the lotion and looked at it for a while before giving it to me, “Honey, can I ask you?” she asked.

  “Okay, mom. But…tights off,”

  “No problem, honey. Just give me a minute,” she said before slowly pulling her feet back from my p, again grazing over my confined, but now full erection, seemingly ever clever to keep me guessing whether it was incidental.

  Using her feet as leverage she raised her bottom off of the sofa, reached under her dress, and pulled her tights down to above her knees, nonchantly giving me a virtually full view of the bck satin thong.

  The view only served to heighten my arousal from this highly erotic situation.

  However, as if feeling nothing at all, Mom gave me an even better view when she sat back down, lifted her legs, and peeled the bck tights down her legs and off of her feet, freeing them for further attention from my eager hands.

  She then pced the tights on the floor next to her booties and returned her feet to my p.

  Her highly erotic actions left me wondering whether she was intentionally teasing me. But of course, that's not possible.

  I heard my sister’s chuckle, and I sent her a doubtful gaze, which she returned with a meaningful smirk.

  “Here, Alvin used this.”

  My wickedly enabling sister brought me a towel for my p so I would not get the lotion on my pants.

  I let out a sigh and started to realize I didn’t understand what was going on now. It seems like my sister is cooking something…and my mother, was she this clueless?

  My mom didn’t say anything, so I continued to pretend I didn’t notice my sister’s teasing actions and squeezed a rge dollop of the lotion onto my hand. I then began to gently coat my mother’s foot with it.

  I noticed it smells amazing, cool, and fragrant, like lemon and mint.

  "It feels cool and tingly, very nice," she cooed.

  “Of course,” Sarah mused. “That’s hel expensive, you know~”

  “Did you splurge your allowance on useless junk again?” my mother scowled.

  “It’s not useless when you’re using it~”

  Sarah grinned.

  Once I had my mother’s foot slippery with lotion, I began to vigorously rub her foot up and down her foot almost like I was jacking her foot off. The slippery sounds of my hand sliding up and down her foot combined with the sounds of pleasure from her lips were obscenely sensual.

  “Ooh, that looks so good~,” Sarah said.

  She watched our mother with voyeuristic fascination as the tter closed her eyes and her mouth hung slightly open.

  “I am next~!”

  “Oh, shut it.” My mother said, her face turning red.

  “Go and put all the groceries in the cabinet.”

  “Mom, unfair! I want it too.”

  “Shut it! Do it or there’s no allowance this week for you!”

  Sarah clicked her tongue and turned around to go back to the kitchen.

  Before she left though, she looked at me and gave me a wink.

  I shook my head not knowing whether I should ugh about my sister’s antic. I still don’t know what kind of goal she’s trying to do, but she looks damn amazing in that outfit.

  Without my sister's annoying disturbance, I resumed, focusing on my mother's foot massage. And I gave it all that I had.

  I was in no hurry to let go of my mom’s yummy little feet and the thrill of her soft sounds of pleasure.

  I worked on the bottom of her foot for a few more minutes and then gently put her foot down and picked up the other foot.

  My inner impression that her pleasure was bordering on sexual was confirmed when I picked up her other foot, "inadvertently" spreading her legs and providing a secret peak at the crotch of her bck thong.

  Much to my delight, it was soaked through giving away her secret arousal.

  There could be no better motivation as I continued to repeat my performance on the other foot, drawing purrs, moans, and more verbal praise for my efforts.

  Her reactions left me furiously wondering what she was thinking about behind her softly closed eyes.

  “.…you’re good at this, honey. Just where did you learn this?” she asked, sighing.

  “I learn it from Wetube. I think I have the talent for this, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, I think you….hmmm, doooo…~,” my mom said with a pleasant moan.

  “By the way… it seems like you and your sister made up, is that true?”

  “Yes…”

  Did we appear suspicious?

  My heart started beating in panic.

  “That’s good.” my mother said with a wide smile on her lips.

  “Remember, honey, although your sister is stupid, she loves you very much. I hope that you too will always care for each other.”

  “I know Mom. I’m sorry I upset you before,” I said, my words sincere.

  “No worries, honey. And you didn’t upset me… you know how much I love you~” she said before reaching her hand to the top of my head and stroking my hair gently.

  “I love you too Mom ~”

  I replied, feeling loved for the very first time in my life.

  …

  Late that night.

  Sarah finished making dinner.

  Though usually she would have been grumbling and compining about doing it, it was different this time.

  She completely ignored her friend’s game invite and prepared dinner. She turned toward the clock hanging on the wall and saw it was almost 7.

  Just in time.

  Usually, it was Alvin’s responsibility to cook dinner. However, sometimes she does it as well. Though she was never good at it. And often, she doesn’t like to bother. She would not have bothered tonight as well, and just wait for Alvin to cook.

  But when she noticed it was already 6 and Alvin had yet to come down, she thought it was weird and went out to look for him. He found him sound asleep.

  He was sleeping so peacefully, snoring lightly, but that's cute.

  His handsome face looks so peaceful in the dim lighting.

  After savoring this wonderful scenery for a few, dozen, minutes, she decided to do the cooking instead.

  As she stirred the pot on the stove, the rich aroma of her improvised stir-fry filled the kitchen, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of satisfaction with the meal.

  The vegetables sizzled as they met the heat, and she sprinkled in some spices she had picked up from her mother’s grocery.

  A soft thud interrupted her thoughts.

  She turned to see her mother groggily emerging from the hallway, hair tousled and eyes still half-closed.

  “What’s that smell?” she mumbled; her voice thick with sleep.

  “Dinner,” Sarah replied, a smile breaking across her face. “I took the initiative tonight while you were napping.”

  Allison blinked, processing her words.

  “You cooked? Like, cooked?”

  Sarah rolled her eyes before ughing lightly, feeling a rush of pride.

  “Yep! I hope it’s good. It’s just a stir-fry, but I tried my best. So, you owe me a good allowance this week.”

  Allison stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, fully waking now. “I’m impressed. It does look edible…” she said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Where’s your brother?”

  “It is edible! … and if you don’t like it, don’t eat,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “Alvin’s still sleeping. It felt wrong to wake him up, so I did the cooking,”

  “When did you become so sensible?”

  As Sarah dished up the stir-fry onto ptes, Allison moved to help her, the remnants of sleep dissipating with each passing moment.

  “It does look good… the st time you made something, they’re almost hard to recognize.”

  “They still taste good!”

  “Appearance is equally important, dear. Especially in cooking.”

  “Come on, not with your compints.” Sarah gred before snatching back the pte of stir fry she had made from her mother.

  “I made them for Alvin, not for you. So, spare me comments.”

  “Okay…”

  “Grab the ptes,”

  “On it.”

  Sarah and Allison then started preparing the table.

  “I’ll go get, Alvin.”

  “Okay, I think I might need a bath.”

  After everything was done, Sarah turned towards the television, showing a set of young children- a boy and a girl pying, chasing each other on the beach.

  It was a romantic movie with their parents, being the leads of this movie, overcoming the challenges of life, and the obstacles in their retionship, and at the end of the movie, they were blessed with a loving family.

  Alvin and I used to do that…

  Sarah smiled gently as she watched the end credit of the movie where the two siblings were running and pying around the beach with huge smiles on their faces.

  Life was so much simpler then.

  With their ages being so close, Alvin and Sarah had always been close as twins, and with their mother working away a lot of the time in her job, they spent a lot of time at home on their own.

  She was practically the one who took care of him and attended to him every day.

  I guess that made us even closer.

  They fought, argued from time to time, and behaved like most other kids, but Sarah thought they were still pretty close when it came right down to it.

  It seemed like it all stopped the year Alvin turned 11, and Sarah always thought he just grew out of their retionship.

  Even so, she used to fantasize about him, about still being with him, pying, cuddling, and even doing things together… like taking baths together. Well, that st one was sort of a dream- especially after she discovered porn.

  She found out at the age of 8 that boys' penis grow harder, bigger, and occasionally for the next few years, she would wonder what Alvin looked like down there, inside his underwear.

  Puberty took its toll.

  Not only did her desire not wane in time, but rather, it also got stronger.

  Sarah could remember that day when she was 16, and Alvin, thinking she was out with her friends, had a party at home with four of his male friends. They all brought their bikinis along, and the five of them danced around the pool.

  That was truly a sight for sore eyes.

  And that was also the day everything changed as well…

  Not noticing her in the kitchen, Alvin was walking around the house in his bikini- his pool attire- a pair of cut-off denim shorts over his bikini bottom.

  Halfway across the room, he stopped to pull off his shorts, but his bikini bottom came down as well, and for an instant, she got a look at his hanging junior, from across the room.

  When he saw her watching him that day, he screamed as if he had just seen a ghost.

  That was also the day their retionship got worse.

  Ever since that day, Alvin avoided her, looking at her as if she was a disgusting pervert.

  It should not have been her fault, but she was bmed either way.

  Alvin didn’t even listen to any of her expnations and since that day, a disgusting bel was stuck above her head. A Pervert.

  That day broke her heart.

  …however, things seemed to have changed somehow…

  Making her way over to his room, Sarah knocked gently.

  “Al?"

  Her voice naturally took on a muted tone due to habit.

  After waiting a moment and trying again with the same results, she decided that he must still be sleeping with his light on.

  She slowly inched the door open, again, somehow out of habit.

  Previous actions had earned her a scold or two, and a scream for opening his door or entering his room, and somehow it had already been etched deeply into her bones.

  Sarah crept into his room and immediately stopped in her tracks.

  Stunned at the sight before her.

  Sarah paused to let her brain digest the scene.

  Her brother was still sleeping.

  He was lying on his back- still in his hoodie and shorts.

  However, from her vantage point, Sarah could see that his hoodie, big and oversized, was pushed up over his chest leaving his naked body completely exposed- hand under his clothes, this must be the reason why his hoodie was pushed upwards. His face was turned away from her and she could see his dark pink nipples.

  Oh my God...!

  Sarah's face turned red, blushing like a ripened tomato.