Conquer
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 18
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, mother-in-law, teacher. Mom finally realized that she made a wrong choice. She was like a beautiful candle stuck in my big candlestick, unable to move or resist. It was like meat on a chopping board, so uncomfortable.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt Teacher/Student
When they got home, Mom put her bag on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, saying nothing and not caring about anything. Dad quickly made arrangements and said to Elizabeth,” Barbara lives on campus and is not at home most of the time. You should stay in Barbara’s room first.”
I carried Elizabeth to Barbara’s room. Elizabeth looked around and asked timidly,” Will Barbara be unhappy if I live in her room?”
I helped tidy up the room and said casually, “She’s not at home most of the time anyway, why do you care whether she’s happy or not?”
Dad said, “Don’t worry about it. Just treat this place as your own home and live there peacefully.”
My mother stood at the door and said suddenly, “Yes, you are your father’s biological daughter. This is your home.”
Dad turned around and looked. Mom stared at him and said with a half-smile, “Why are you looking at me? Wasn’t what I said right?”
Dad smacked his lips, sighed, and didn’t dare say anything.
After settling Elizabeth down, we left the room together. Dad whispered to Mom, “This child is ... so young, so pitiful. Can you ... be a little gentler to her?”
My mother snorted and said with a smile, “How am I not gentle to her? I’m just thinking about buying some spare ribs this afternoon to give her some nourishment.”
Dad sighed and shook his head. Mom sneered, “Why are you sighing? You’ve brought your little daughter back home, and your family is reunited. You must be so happy.”
“Okay, okay, okay, I won’t talk to you. I can’t argue with you.” Dad waved his hands and ran away.
My mother turned her head and looked at me, and asked coldly: “What are you still doing here? Why don’t you go to school!”
“Oh! I forgot. I still have to go to school. Let’s go now. Let’s go now.” I quickly picked up my schoolbag and walked out.
I was thinking about the whole thing along the way, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I thought Elizabeth did this to get close to me and wanted me to take care of her, but I didn’t expect that she went through so much trouble just to live in my house.
But if you think about it carefully, this girl is quite capable. In order to achieve her goal, she actually treated herself so cruelly. It’s really terrifying.
When I got home from school in the evening, I smelled a strong aroma of meat as soon as I entered the door. I went into the kitchen and saw that my mother had indeed stewed pork ribs soup. I couldn’t help but smile.
My mother glared at me and asked, “What are you laughing at?”
I quickly explained: “I’m not laughing at you. I just think that although you look cold and hard on the surface, you are actually soft-hearted.”
My mother looked at me sideways and asked, “What do you want to say?”
“I’m complimenting you. Under your hard shell, you have a soft and kind heart.”
“Don’t be so funny. I haven’t asked you yet, how did you get involved with her?”
“I told you that she framed me on the bus, and you thought I was a pervert who touched people’s thighs. We ran into each other a few more times later, and we got to know each other. But I really didn’t know she was my half-sister at the time.”
After a long silence, my mother whispered, “Your father is such a hateful person.”
I quickly agreed: “Yes, my dad is the worst. He is to blame for everything.”
“You too!” Mom glared at me and said angrily, “I’m annoyed just by seeing you now. If it weren’t for your upcoming college entrance exam, I would really want to kick you out of the house.”
I don’t know if my mother was thinking about that annoying thing again, but anyway, it was not advisable to stay here for long, so after praising the food for its delicious smell, I slipped away.
I came to Barbara’s room. Elizabeth was sitting on the bed, looking down at her phone. When she saw me coming in, she looked up and said casually, “Brother is back~! Welcome home.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and said, “You’ve adapted very quickly. You’ve treated this place as your home so quickly.”
“This is my father’s home.”
I sat down next to her and said, “Stop playing for now. I want to tell you something serious.”
Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, put the phone on the bed, turned her head to look at me, smiled and said, “Brother, what’s the matter, tell me.”
I scratched my head, organized my words, and then said to her, “My mom looks cold and unkind, but she’s actually quite soft-hearted. The main thing is, anyone who encounters this kind of thing will feel bad. I’m just saying ... if my mom gives you a cold look, don’t mind it. She’s not targeting you. She’s just mad at my dad.”
“I understand.” Elizabeth nodded obediently.
“Besides, this is it ... I admit that you are smarter than me. I admire you very much.” As I said this, I put my hands together and bowed to her.
Elizabeth blinked and asked in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“Oh, don’t be so modest. My greatest strength is that I know myself.” I smiled earnestly and said, “I just want to discuss something with you. Look, you have already moved home as you wished. In name, you are here to recuperate, but in reality, it is impossible to drive you away.”
“Why?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head.
“Do you even need to ask? Your mother and your original father are gone. Your grandmother and uncle are not your relatives, and they are not good to you. Now all your blood relatives are in this family. You are still so young, even if my mother doesn’t like you, she can’t kick you out.”
She looked at me without saying a word, as if waiting for me to continue.
“So, now that you’ve moved in and become a member of the family, can you ... can you cherish the happiness you have now?”
Elizabeth tilted her head and looked at me blankly.
“I know you understand, I just want to ask you, can you please be more careful and not use it on your family, especially my mother.”
I looked at her, and she looked at me. After a long silence, she nodded and said, “I understand.”
“Do you really understand?”
“Well, you told me not to mess with your mom, right?”
“Yes, yes, that’s what I mean. My mother has suffered too many setbacks recently. You must not mess with her.”
“How dare I?” Elizabeth lowered her head and said shyly, “I am a stranger, how dare I offend the hostess.”
“Yeah...” I nodded with relief, then suddenly remembered and reminded him, “Also, don’t let your family know about us.”
“Ah? What’s going on?”
“You ask even though you know the answer.”
“Oh...” Elizabeth said with a look of sudden realization: “You are the one who did my job.”
“Shh! Keep your voice down.” I shushed her, then lowered my voice and said to her, “Don’t tell anyone else. If my family finds out, I’ll be finished.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die.” Elizabeth looked at me with a smile, then put her hands together, made a heart shape, and said, “I like you.”
I held my forehead with my left hand and sighed helplessly.
When Dad got home from work, we could finally have dinner, and I helped Elizabeth to sit down. Mom came out of the kitchen and saw Dad and I sitting there like bosses. She was so angry that she untied her apron and threw it on the coffee table.
I was stunned at first, then I reacted and muttered, “Bring the food, bring the food.” Then I lowered my head and rushed into the kitchen.
The stewed pork ribs soup was served and everyone scooped a bowl. Dad smiled and said,” Elizabeth, this is what Aunt Mary made especially for you. Try it. Aunt Mary’s cooking skills are very good.”
Elizabeth took a sip and said with a smile, “It’s delicious. Aunt Mary, thank you.”
My mother nodded expressionlessly and said nothing.
Dad smiled and said, “If it tastes good, drink more.”
Seeing my mother sitting there motionless, I urged her, “Mom, drink something too.”
My mother glanced at me and said indifferently, “No appetite.”
“You just recovered from a serious illness, so you need to replenish your body.”
“Just eat your meal. There’s no need to talk so much.”
I wanted to be attentive, but ended up flattering the horse’s leg. I got myself into trouble, so I shut up and drank my soup.
When Dad saw that Elizabeth was only focused on drinking the soup, he gently advised her, “Don’t just drink the soup, eat some ribs.” As he spoke, he put the ribs from his bowl into hers.
Elizabeth took a bite of the ribs and seemed to be petrified in an instant. She froze there. After a while, she sobbed and tears fell.
My parents and I were stunned and looked at her in confusion.
Dad asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Is your leg hurting?”
Elizabeth’s eyes were red, she bit her lower lip and sobbed, “I miss my mom. She used to stew pork ribs for me.”
My parents looked at each other in silence.
Elizabeth raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and forced a smile, saying,” Aunt Mary, your stew is better than my mom’s.”
Her mother stared at her for a moment, picked up the soup spoon, and scooped a few pieces of ribs into her bowl with an expressionless face.
I watched from the side with admiration in my heart. If I could have her ability, I would have received fewer beatings since I was a child.
Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, my mother was still sitting there, frowning and looking worried, and she didn’t touch the pork rib soup in front of her. I was a little confused and asked with concern: “Mom, are you feeling unwell?”
My mother turned her head and looked at me. I was a little scared by her stare. After a while, my mother picked up the bowl and was about to drink the soup, but suddenly her face changed, she put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran to the bathroom quickly, vomiting.
My father and I looked at each other and there was silence for a moment. My father put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to the bathroom, and I followed him.
I saw my mother lying next to the sink, looking a little unhappy. My father gently patted her back and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Why did you vomit for no reason? Are you having a stomachache again?”
The mother said weakly, “Maybe. I have been feeling unwell lately.”
“Then do you want me to go to the hospital with you?”
“No need. Just leave me alone and go eat.”
“Are you really okay?”
“It’s all right.”
After my father came out of the bathroom, I went over again and wanted to pat my mother on the back. My mother turned her head and glared at me, then said coldly, “Get out.” I was so scared that I trembled all over and quickly rolled out.
My mother is really moody now. She was still chatting and laughing just now, but she turned cold and frosty. It seems that the gap between us mother and son will not be resolved for a while.
After Mom came out of the bathroom, she didn’t go back to the dining table, but locked herself in the bedroom. There was a silence at the table, and Dad coughed twice to break the awkwardness and said, “Eat quickly. William, after dinner, go back to your room and study.”
Elizabeth was looking at her parents’ bedroom door, as if she was lost in thought. I waved my hand in front of her and asked, “What are you daydreaming about?”
Elizabeth finally came to her senses and smiled, “No, I’m worried about Aunt Mary’s health.”
Yes, I was also worried about my mother’s health. After dinner, I returned to the bedroom, but I couldn’t calm down. Dad took a phone call after dinner and went out. I thought about it and finally pushed open the door of my parents’ bedroom.
My mother was lying on the bed with her back to the door. I tiptoed over and took a look. I found that my mother’s eyes were open and she was not asleep, but her eyes were a little dull and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
I asked softly, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
“Get out.” Mom replied coldly.
“Mom, you haven’t eaten a single bite of dinner, what do you want to eat...”
Before I could finish my words, my mother said coldly, “I asked you to get out.”
I didn’t dare to say anything more and left the room. I stood outside the door and thought for a moment, then walked into the kitchen, turned on the fire and boiled some water, intending to make some Felix porridge for my mother.
I have never been in the kitchen before, but since my mom ran away from home last month, I have learned some cooking skills from my dad, and I feel like I’m pretty good at it.
When I returned to the bedroom with the cooked Felix porridge, my mother sat up from the bed, her hand on her forehead, her hair messy, her face haggard. She was a little surprised to see me come in, holding the bowl of porridge in both hands.
Felix The porridge had just come out of the pot and was a little hot, but I didn’t dare to let go or walk too fast for fear of spilling it. I carefully placed it on the bedside table in front of my mother, and then blew hard on my hot, red fingers.
Mom glanced at the Felix porridge in front of her, then looked up at me and asked, “Did you make it?”
I stammered, “I heard from my father that when you had a bad stomach, you often drank porridge. I ... I learned it from my father. It was my first time making it, and I ... I didn’t know how it would turn out. I specially put some red dates in it for you.”
After a moment’s silence, the mother picked up the spoon, blew on it, and slowly took a sip.
I stared at my mother’s delicate face and asked nervously, “How does it feel ... how does it taste?”
“Is this your first time?” Mom asked.
“It’s not the first time, I’ve been through it with my dad before. But this is the first time I’m operating it myself. How is it? Is it okay?”
“Not bad.” Mom nodded, then sneered, “If you can’t get into college in the future, you can still go out and sell breakfast.”
I scratched my head and smiled bitterly: “Are you praising me or insulting me?”
“Whatever you want to think.” Mom ate the rice porridge spoonful by spoonful. After a while, she glanced at me and asked, “What are you still doing here? Is there anything else?”
I smiled innocently and said, “It’s nothing, I just ... watched you eat.”
Mom snorted, “What’s so interesting about eating?”
“You are not in good health, I am just concerned about you.”
“If you care about me, I will be fine?”
“You never know. If someone cares about you, you might feel better if you feel better.”
My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, “I’m still concerned about your studies. Are your grades good?”
“Well ... if you care a little more, maybe it will be okay.”
Mom frowned and said impatiently, “Come on! Why are you so annoying? You keep chattering here, and I’m losing my appetite.”
“Okay, eat slowly, there’s more in the pot. I’m going back to my room to read.”
“Let’s go now. This is really annoying.”
After leaving the room, I suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and turned into Barbara’s bedroom.
Elizabeth was sitting at the desk reading a book. When she saw me come in, she smiled and called out, “Brother.”
I pretended to be idle and looked around the room. Elizabeth couldn’t help asking, “What’s the matter?”
I said casually, “No, I just came to see you.”
“Oh~!” Elizabeth looked at me with a smile.
I felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, so I asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Brother, do you want that?” She raised her right hand with a smile and made an up and down stroking gesture.
I was already used to her attitude, so I ignored her and sat down on the bed behind her and said, “Well ... Elizabeth, what do you think of our relationship?”
“It’s pretty good.”
I asked tentatively: “Then should you ... delete that video?”
“What video?” Elizabeth blinked, looking confused.
I was pretty sure she was just pretending, but I still said calmly, “It’s the video of us doing that thing at your house that day.”
Elizabeth pretended to be enlightened: “Oh, you mean the video of you raping me.”
I instinctively looked back, then lowered my voice and said, “Why are you still saying such things? You’ve moved into my house, and I treat you as my sister. We should be honest with each other.”
Elizabeth lowered her head and said shyly, “Why didn’t you treat her as your sister when you did it to her?”
“I didn’t know you were my sister at the time. If I had known you were my sister, I would never have done it even if you killed me.”
“But you’re so excited when she pretends to be Barbara. Um ... so what you mean is that you want to fuck Barbara, not Elizabeth.”
“I don’t want to do it to anyone!” I was almost mad at her, so I threatened her, “Hand over the video to me right now, or I will ... be rude to you.”
“What do you want?”
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