Possession
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 43
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 43 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, elder sister, aunt, teacher, neighbor. I kissed my mother's smooth forehead and whispered softly: "Mom, how nice it would be if you could really be my wife?" "Mom, do you know? I really want to take care of you, take care of you for the rest of my life." "Mom, how nice it would be if I were not your son?" "Mom, the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. I want to be with you forever and ever..." "Mom, I love you so much..."
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
Walking out of Mia’s house, I was frightened by the sudden appearance of a figure in front of me.
My sister, who was hiding in front of the door, touched her head shyly and smiled at me: “Brother...”
Looking at my pretty sister in front of me, I was speechless: “What are you doing? Hiding at the door and eavesdropping?”
My sister pouted: “I want to listen, but I can’t.”
I closed the door of Mia’s house and walked into the elevator with my sister: “You are so cunning that you even learned to follow and eavesdrop.”
My sister retorted: “What? I’m worried about you, aren’t I?”
“What are you worried about?”
My sister hesitated and couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t help but pinch her nose: “You little jealous girl, are you afraid that I’ll be kidnapped by someone else?”
“Humph!”
My sister snorted and hugged my arm tightly: “I’m just worried that you’ll be kidnapped, what can I do?”
Looking at my sister who has such a strong possessiveness, I secretly feel a headache. What if my sister finds out about my relationship with other women?
“Okay, okay...”
My sister frowned and said fiercely: “Tell me the truth, why did you stay in there for so long?”
“Long time? Not too long, right?”
“Hey, we agreed to ten minutes, but you stayed in there for fifteen minutes and twenty-nine seconds!”
“Small-minded, you can’t even remember a few seconds so clearly.”
My sister punched me lightly to express her dissatisfaction: “Do I need to emphasize again whose boyfriend you are now? Harry! As my boyfriend, how can you stay alone with the opposite sex for so long?”
“Small-minded classmate Bella, do I need to emphasize again the reason and purpose of my going there?”
...
I quarreled with my sister all the way back home, and the topic was unconsciously diverted. I thought the matter was over, but my sister suddenly said: “Brother, do you have a photo of Mia?”
I looked at my sister who pretended to be indifferent, and felt a little funny in my heart: “Why do you need someone’s photo?”
“Just take a look, to see who is so charming that my brother can be fascinated by it.”
I gently patted my sister’s perky buttocks: “You’re too serious. We were just running together. How could you be so obsessed?”
My sister was unwilling to give in: “Is there really such a thing?”
“I’ll look for it.”
I took out my phone and opened the album. I vaguely remembered that Mia and I took a photo a long time ago.
“Really?...”
My sister looked a little gloomy when she saw my action, and her little face was obviously a little unhappy.
I pretended to put away my phone: “Since you don’t want to, then don’t look at it.”
“No, no!”
Seeing this, my sister snatched my phone and immediately opened the album to look for it.
I didn’t care. After all, according to my habit, I would not leave dangerous photos in the album, and I was not afraid of my sister looking through my album.
I don’t have the habit of taking pictures. There are not many photos in the album, and most of them are screenshots of articles and landscape photos, as well as some photos of my family.
My sister flipped through the pages for a while, and her peach blossom eyes immediately opened wide. She put the phone screen in front of me: “When did you take the photo with my aunt?!”
“Huh?”
I looked at the phone screen, and my heart tightened.
This is a photo of my aunt and me. The postures of my aunt and me in the photo are very ambiguous: my aunt is sitting in my arms, her beautiful face is charming and delicate, and her long wavy wine-red hair is fluttering in the wind.
My aunt in my arms is smiling very cheerfully and happily. Her red lips are slightly open, revealing her white jade-like pearly teeth. Her arms are stretched out to both sides, and the whole person looks flamboyant, high-profile and confident.
But none of these are important. What is important is the exaggerated lip print on my face, which is rose red and particularly dazzling.
Damn, how could I forget this photo?!
This photo was taken not long ago. My aunt asked me to take it before she went abroad. Because it was a sudden suggestion by my aunt, I didn’t think about it at all for a while.