CA-31

Chapter 31: Uncle Meng Returns & Watching a Movie Under the Blanket on the Sofa 

When I woke the next morning, sunlight was already filtering through the curtain gaps and onto the bed. 

I glanced at my phone 10:43 AM. 

The house was quiet, only the sound of spatulas in the kitchen and the women’s gentle laughter could be heard. 

After a quick wash, I headed to the kitchen and saw Aunt Liu frying eggs, Sister Xueqing cutting fruit, and Siyu tiptoeing as she rummaged for something in the cupboard. 

They were all wearing ordinary loungewear, hair tied up casually, looking completely different from the bewitching bunny girls of last night. 

“Brother Lin’s awake~” Siyu noticed me first, bouncing over to kiss my cheek. Her eyes were still slightly swollen, clearly from crying, but her smile was as bright as ever. 

Aunt Liu turned and smiled at me: “Breakfast is almost ready, go sit.” Her tone was gentle and natural, as if those wild nights between us had never happened. 

Sister Xueqing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and handed me a cup of coffee: “Daddy’s flight lands at 12:30, we’ll leave to pick him up after breakfast.” Her fingertip lightly traced the rim of the cup a little signal between us. 

Breakfast was unusually quiet. We carefully avoided any topics that might bring up memories, chatting about the weather, news, and the restaurant we’d visit later. Outwardly, we were all smiles; inwardly, each of us carried our own thoughts. 

At two in the afternoon, Meng Junde pushed open the door, travel-worn. 

He was taller than I’d imagined, in his early fifties, temples graying but full of spirit. 

Aunt Liu greeted him, took his luggage, and kissed him lightly on the cheek; Sister Xueqing dutifully called out, “Daddy”; Siyu, like a happy little bird, threw herself into her father’s arms. 

“Yaowen, thank you for looking after them this past while.” Meng Junde patted my shoulder amiably. 

My throat suddenly tightened he’d never know how I looked after his wife and daughters. 

“No problem, Uncle Meng,” I answered, forcing my voice to sound natural. 

We let Uncle Meng rest that afternoon, then went to the city’s fanciest Western restaurant for dinner. 

During the meal, Uncle Meng enthusiastically shared stories from his business trip, Aunt Liu topping up his wine, Sister Xueqing skillfully steering the conversation, and Siyu as lively and cute as always. 

Watching this harmonious scene, I momentarily felt that those wild nights were just a dream. 

When we got back, it was already past nine. After showering, we gathered in the living room to decide on a movie. The air conditioning was on, dispelling the early autumn stuffiness. 

“What should we watch?” Aunt Liu asked, drying her damp hair, curves showing faintly through her silk nightgown. 

Siyu cocked her head and thought: “Let Daddy choose~” 

Uncle Meng browsed for a while in front of the TV, finally picking a sci-fi film The Universe: “This one’s good, it’s been popular lately.” 

When the movie started, Uncle Meng sat on the far left of the sofa, Aunt Liu and Sister Xueqing in the middle, Siyu and I on the far end. 

In the dim light, I noticed Siyu sneaking glances at me, then at her father, her eyes shining mischievously. 

“I’m a little cold…” Siyu suddenly got up, dashed to the bedroom, and came back with a blanket. 

“Should we turn up the AC?” Uncle Meng asked. 

“No, the blanket’s enough~” Siyu answered sweetly, then sat next to me and spread the blanket over both our legs. “Brother Lin, don’t catch a chill.” 

As soon as the blanket settled on our thighs, Siyu’s fingers, like restless little snakes, quietly slipped beneath my robe. 

Her fingertips were cold, but teasingly familiar, slowly moving up my inner thigh, every inch making my skin tingle. 

I adjusted my sitting position nonchalantly, crossing my left leg to better hide her hand. 

Siyu’s finger finally reached its destination, lightly hooking the edge of my underwear. Her nails scraped across my sensitive skin, feather-light but hitting every nerve exactly. 

Her touch instantly aroused me, my shaft tenting my shorts. 

She deftly slipped her hand inside, fingertips first grazing my scrotum, making me shiver, then slowly wrapping around my already hardening cock. 

“Brother Lin… you’re so hot…” Siyu whispered in my ear, breath sweet with strawberry toothpaste. 

Her thumb circled my glans, sometimes lightly pressing that most sensitive frenulum, sometimes scraping the tip where precum oozed. 

My back tensed, and I had to bite my lip to keep silent. Her other hand undid her pajama’s lowest button, pulling my right hand inside. 

My palm was immediately wrapped by soft, warm flesh Siyu wasn’t even wearing a bra. 

Her nipples were already hard, little cherries rubbing my palm. 

I squeezed reflexively, making her gasp, her hand pausing momentarily. 

Her breasts were more elastic than they looked, changing shape with my kneading, white smoothness overflowing between my fingers. As my thumb brushed her nipple, I could tell that little bean was already painfully hard. 

“Mmm~♡” Siyu hummed lightly in my ear, her hand skillfully stroking. 

Her technique was so good, I was fully erect in just a few strokes. 

Suppressing the pleasure, I pretended to watch the movie normally, but my heartbeat was out of control. 

My hand slid under the blanket, searching between Siyu’s legs. 

She was wearing cotton panties today, already damp. 

My fingertip easily pushed aside the fabric to touch her smooth, hairless slit sure enough, this natural white tiger wasn’t even wearing underwear. 

“Hah~♡” Siyu bit her lip hard, body shivering slightly. 

I slipped my middle finger inside her already slick tunnel, feeling the familiar ridges and heat. 

Her love juice was astonishingly abundant, my whole palm soaked in moments. 

Aunt Liu and Sister Xueqing seemed to notice something, glancing our way repeatedly. 

When our eyes met, both quickly looked away, but I clearly saw Aunt Liu’s ears reddening, Sister Xueqing shifting uneasily. 

Siyu’s breath quickened. She suddenly parted her legs, letting me go even deeper into that wet secret space. 

My middle finger fully entered her tight channel, fingertip pressing the slightly raised soft spot inside her most sensitive G-spot. 

Her inner walls immediately contracted like a living thing, squeezing my finger, as if wanting to keep it inside forever. 

At the same time, my thumb found her swollen little pearl, tracing figure eights. 

“Ah… gently…” Siyu’s voice was strained, her waist unconsciously swaying to meet my fingers. 

I felt her canal contract rhythmically, the inner folds sucking my knuckles like countless little mouths. 

More and more juice seeped out, soaking my hand, even soaking through her panties to the sofa. 

Her body stiffened suddenly, thighs tensing; I knew she was climaxing silently. 

When she’d had enough, Siyu suddenly turned sideways, back to me, ass slightly raised. 

I understood, adjusting my posture so my shaft was aligned with her slip entrance. 

Under the blanket, like two kids secretly playing only our game was the most dangerous adult kind. 

I slowly moved my hips, letting my glans press against her soaked lips. Her entrance, like a blooming rose, cradled my tip in soft petals. 

She quietly lifted her right leg onto my thigh, this position letting her pussy open further, making it easy for me to enter from behind. 

“Mmm~♡” With an almost inaudible moan, Siyu slowly lowered her hips, taking in inch after inch of my shaft. 

Even in the dark, I could imagine how her pink lips stretched, struggling to take in this thick foreign object. 

Her pussy felt hotter and tighter than usual, perhaps from the tension each fold biting my shaft like countless little mouths. 

I looked down at where we were joined under the rocking blanket, my pubic hair barely touched her plush cheeks, each thrust bringing out glinting love juice. 

Her labia were stretched shiny, like two translucent candy wrappers clinging to my rod. 

The most blood-rushing part: Uncle Meng was sitting less than a yard away any moment, if he turned his head, he’d see his daughter getting filled up until she gushed. 

“Daddy… is the movie good?” Siyu suddenly spoke, voice shaking slightly. Her hands clutched the sofa’s armrest, knuckles white. 

Uncle Meng answered without looking: “Mmm, the effects are neat.” He had no idea his daughter was getting fucked by my cock behind his back. 

I began slow thrusts, small movements, but each stroke deep. Her cervical opening opened and closed like a little mouth, trying to swallow more. 

Her ass cheeks bounced slightly with my rhythm, forming seductive waves under the blanket. 

I deliberately matched the thrusting pace to the film’s music speeding up during action, slowing to a grind for emotional scenes. 

Her inner walls pulsed like living things, each insertion met by countless sucking mouths. 

Her G-spot was distinctly swollen; I could clearly feel that rough patch scraping my corona. 

When my glans ground over it, her toes curled, nails digging into the cushion. 

“Brother Lin… so deep…♡” Siyu breathed into my ear, humid breath warming my earlobe. “Fucking your daughter’s pussy in front of Daddy… exciting?♡” 

I sped up almost unconsciously. 

Truthfully, fucking his daughter right under Uncle Meng’s nose, the taboo thrill made my glans tingle. 

Siyu seemed to enjoy this dangerous game too her pussy secreted even more juice, making our movements smoother. 

I could feel her love juice flowing down my balls, wetting the cushion. 

Slap… slap… Our quiet flesh sounds were perfectly masked by the movie’s soundtrack. 

Siyu bit her lip hard, afraid to let out even a whisper. 

Her nails dug into my thigh, leaving faint red marks. 

The most dangerous moment was when Uncle Meng suddenly turned to ask, “Yaowen, do you think that plot development is reasonable?” 

I froze, pretending to think about the story but my cock was still deep inside Siyu. 

Siyu tensed up, her pussy tightening so hard I almost came on the spot. 

“I think… uh… the premise is pretty original…” I did my best to keep my voice steady, as Siyu’s pussy clenched rhythmically around me. 

Uncle Meng nodded, satisfied, and turned back. We exhaled in relief. 

Aunt Liu and Sister Xueqing couldn’t focus on the movie at all at this point. 

Aunt Liu’s breathing had grown noticeably uneven, Sister Xueqing couldn’t stop adjusting her position, thighs squeezing together then parting. 

Their eyes kept straying our way with envy and longing. 

“Ah~♡… Brother Lin… Siyu’s… gonna come…♡” Siyu’s body suddenly tensed, her pussy squeezing like a meat grinder. 

Her climax came fast and hard, juice gushing onto my pubic hair, soaking a patch. 

I wanted to stop there, but Siyu pressed my thigh, stopping me from pulling out. 

She turned, eyes shining in the dark: “Brother Lin… you haven’t come yet, right?♡” Her voice was dripping sugar, “Siyu… wants Brother Lin to come inside… in front of Daddy…♡” 

Before I could answer, Siyu’s little hand crept out from under the blanket, guiding mine to her stomach. 

Her belly was taut and smooth, now faintly rising and falling with arousal. 

I felt her abdominal muscles tense, and deeper inside, her womb subtly descending. 

“Brother Lin… touch here…” She breathed into my ear, pressing my palm to the softest part of her lower belly. 

Her fingertip drew circles below her navel, right where her womb would be. 

I could feel a faint stirring inside her, as if something was trying to sink down. 

Suddenly, Siyu inhaled sharply, abs tightening. 

Her pussy transformed already tight, it grew even narrower, and deep inside, her cervix bloomed like a rose, slowly opening. 

Now, I could feel my glans being wrapped by a warm, moist ring her womb actively swallowing me. 

“Ah…♡… it’s in…” Siyu raised her head, revealing her slender neck. 

Both hands pressed her belly, letting her womb do a swallowing motion. 

My glans was fully pulled into that untouched secret, the corona tightly gripped, sensitivity instantly maxed. 

The inside of Siyu’s womb was hotter and softer than her pussy, like countless tongues licking my glans. 

She began pressing her belly rhythmically, making her womb undulate and suck. 

Each compression made her womb contract, greedily swallowing more. 

“Brother Lin… just a little more…♡” She begged, biting her lips, waist writhing to take me deeper. 

I felt my glans touch the deepest, softest cushion of her womb the sacred place of human reproduction, now her tool to pleasure me. 

With a satisfied sigh, Siyu suddenly tensed all over. 

Her womb convulsed violently, inner walls squeezing my glans like countless tiny hands. 

The unprecedented stimulation made me unable to hold back hot semen poured straight into her waiting womb. 

“Take it… all for you…♡” I growled, relishing each pulsating shot. 

Siyu’s womb greedily accepted every drop, still lightly contracting after I finished, as if to wring out the last drop. 

Her belly softly rounded with my seed, showing a lewd curve in the moonlight. 

In the afterglow, Siyu lay curled against my shoulder like a satisfied kitten, womb filled with my semen, belly faintly distended. 

I slowly peeled off her cotton panties, damp with fluids, the fabric separating from her lips with a soft “pop.” 

Her pussy was like a blooming rose, lips slightly turned out from long friction, bright pink and irresistible. 

Fluids from her glands glistened, mixed with my semen, slowly flowing from her open entrance down her thighs. 

“Brother Lin… what a waste…” Siyu pouted, fingertip brushing her damp lips, dragging every drop back inside. 

She moved carefully, as if every drop was precious. 

I finished pulling off her panties, kneading them in my hand the cotton, heavy with fluids, changed shape in my grip. 

I folded the panties into a thick square, then rolled them tightly along the seams, forming a cotton ball about the size of an egg. 

As I worked, her intimate scent mingled with the musk of semen, dizzyingly erotic in the confined blanket space. 

“Come on, lift a little.” I helped Siyu raise her hips, her lips parting further, revealing her pink, glistening tunnel. 

I pressed the cotton ball to her swollen entrance, slowly twisting it in. 

The surface, still warm from her body, brushed her sensitive clit Siyu shivered, nails digging into my arm. 

“Mmm… so full…” Siyu bit her lip, softly moaning. Her pussy seemed to wriggle on its own, trying to reject the sudden intruder. 

I pressed harder, thumb slowly forcing the cotton deeper, watching it disappear into that warm nest already filled with my seed. 

Her vaginal walls showed amazing elasticity, stretching as the cotton went deeper. 

When the widest part passed her entrance, I could clearly see her lips stretched shiny, wrapped tight around the white fabric like two transparent candy wrappers. 

Finally, the whole wad was inside, only a bit of lace left outside. 

I lightly pressed Siyu’s rounded belly, feeling the cotton wedged against her cervix, corking my release. 

Her womb, still open from climax, greedily absorbed every drop inside. 

I mischievously flicked the exposed lace, making Siyu gasp each vibration traveled through the cotton to her sensitive G-spot. 

“Now nothing’s wasted…” I whispered, fingertip tracing her belly, finally pressing that bulge lightly. 

Siyu’s womb contracted again, pulling more semen inside. 

Her toes curled, thighs trembling clearly, this fullness was still arousing her. 

Her belly, filled with both semen and cotton, softly rounded in the moonlight indescribably lewd. 

I couldn’t resist kissing that bulge, tongue outlining the shape of her womb. 

Siyu suddenly grabbed my hair, silently screaming through another mini-climax her pussy clamped hard on the cotton, the rough fabric rubbing her tender insides. 

“Feel good, little slut?♡” I bit her earlobe and asked. 

Siyu giggled dreamily: “Mmm~♡… Daddy’s cock… feels so good…♡” 

Just then, Uncle Meng suddenly turned: “What are you two whispering about?” His eyes swept between us, brow faintly furrowed. 

My heart stopped, but Siyu answered naturally: “I was just asking Brother Lin about the science in the movie~” 

Uncle Meng seemed to accept this, turning back to the film. 

But I noticed Aunt Liu and Sister Xueqing exchanging a meaningful glance they knew what had just happened, and… they wanted in on this dangerous game.