On Sunday morning, I was roused by a glaring light and slowly opened my eyes. The bright sunshine streamed into the room through the window, a stark contrast to last night's violent storm, thunder, and lightning. Gazing at the warm sunlight, my gloomy mood inexplicably began to lift.
I turned to look at Sam's bed below mine. Sam was lying flat under the covers, wearing the same pajamas he had on last night in Mom's room, softly snoring and still fast asleep.
Seeing Sam like this made me wonder if I had dreamed everything last night. I got up and opened the window, noticing the puddles of water outside—a clear sign of how intense the rain had been.
I glanced at Sam again. Surely, after the rain stopped and the thunder ceased, Mom must have let him come back down to sleep.
After all, Sam is so grown up now—it wouldn't be appropriate for him to still sleep with Mom, even if I did happen to see him holding her for a while last night. Thankfully, he went to her room wearing pajamas. If he had gone in just his usual shorts, that thing in his crotch would definitely have…
That would have been so disrespectful to Mom.
"So grown up and still afraid of thunder, haha. Sam, oh Sam—finally, I've found your weakness, hehe." I looked at Sam, still sound asleep, and couldn't help but smirk.
Although I knew Sam went upstairs to find Mom because his fear of thunder had kicked in, the thought of him possibly holding her while sleeping stirred a strange feeling inside me.
Seeing him still sleeping so deeply, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
It's Sunday, so of course, Mom definitely won't be getting up to make breakfast.
After freshening up, I grabbed a bottle of milk from the kitchen fridge and returned to my room to start on homework. After all, last semester I ranked first in the entire school, and I intend to keep up that excellent performance.
Nowadays, everyone at school acts so warmly toward me—well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.
Zhang Min, for one, absolutely adores me. As our homeroom teacher, having the school's top student in her class really brings her pride.
And then there's Li Xiaojun. I feel she still looks up to me, though it always seems like she's clinging to Sam, asking him to teach her spoken English. I'm not sure what she's really after.
Sam's grades aren't bad either—his English score was even higher than mine. It's just his math and Chinese that drag him down. Still, the English teacher really likes him.
Speaking of the English teacher, her name is Sun Xiaoxiao. She's a beautiful young woman in her thirties, 168 cm tall. Her chest isn't as full as Zhang Min's or Mom's—not that I've measured, of course—but I'd estimate around a C-cup. Her skin is fair, and she's older than Zhang Min but younger than Mom. I've chatted with her before—she studied abroad in the U.S., and her husband is a teacher at Linhai University. She returned to teach at Linhai No. 1 High School for his sake. Sun Xiaoxiao and her husband recently had a baby who's almost one year old. Sometimes she brings the adorable little one to school, and we all gather around to see the tiny bundle. The baby smells milky, opening its little mouth and giggling at us students, completely unafraid of strangers.
Ever since Sam arrived at our school, the English teacher has had plenty of interactions with him. They often converse rapidly in English in the classroom, leaving Li Xiaojun utterly envious.
Getting sidetracked. When my top-of-the-school results were sent to Mom's phone, she was overjoyed for days. She even stopped scolding me and Sam, making us lots of delicious food. But that only lasted a few days. Later, as Sam started forgetting things again, Mom gave him an earful, and even Dad and I got dragged into the scolding. Haha, luckily that was just before the New Year.
After writing homework for a while, I saw Sam get up, his big dark face with two round eyes looking at me.
"Zihan, what time is it?" Sam still seemed a bit groggy, rubbing his eyes with his dark hands.
"Almost 10 o'clock," I replied.
Would Sam tell me that last night, because of the thunder, he went to the second floor to seek Mom's protection?
"Oh, then I'll get up and wash up. We'll help Mom cook later," Sam said, getting up and heading out.
Help Mom cook? Even though he didn't tell me about going to Mom last night, his current behavior felt a bit like repaying her for holding him while he slept and protecting him.
At least he has a conscience, I thought, watching Sam leave with a smile before continuing my homework.
By 11 o'clock, Sam and I were in the kitchen helping Mom wash and chop vegetables. Mom came down from the second floor calmly, her face glowing, with an indescribable gentleness in her beautiful eyes. She didn't mention last night's incident with Sam, which was just as well. Bringing it up would have been awkward for everyone, and Sam has his pride too. If she said Sam was terrified by the thunder last night, he definitely wouldn't have liked it, even though that's exactly what happened.
Today, Mom was wearing a pair of light gray casual cotton pants and a dark gray tank top underneath, her full, fair breasts standing proudly inside. Over it, she wore a silk collarless deep blue jacket, her long hair neatly tied back with a clip.
The Mom before me looked virtuous, gentle, and beautiful. If I weren't a boy and already 16 years old, I'd have rushed over to hug her. Thinking about it, Sam really has thick skin, but he couldn't help it—some people are genuinely terrified of thunder.
After lunch, Sam rushed to do the housework, so Mom had no choice but to sit on the sofa for a while. Watching Sam clean up, she sighed and went upstairs to rest.
With Sam washing dishes in the kitchen, I picked up my phone on the sofa and scrolled through TikTok.
Unintentionally, TikTok pushed another video by "Mumu Xizi" to me. The video showed a row of small trees growing lushly outside a room, with no caption. I had no idea what it meant—maybe Mom simply thought the scenery after the rain was more beautiful.
After a while, Sam finished washing the dishes and came to sit next to me, grabbing some fruit from the table and stuffing it into his big mouth.
"Sam, impressive, learning to show off," I teased him with a wink.
"Hehe, I just think Mom works hard, so I should help her more with the housework," Sam said, eyes on the TV.
"That's true, but Sam, you should give me a chance to help Mom too. Otherwise, you'll do everything," I rolled my eyes at him.
"Zihan, if I do it, isn't it the same as you doing it? We're brothers, both Mom's good kids, raised on her milk," Sam looked at me, saying this with surprising seriousness.
"Alright, thanks, Sam. I've always considered you my brother too," I replied just as seriously.
No, he didn't drink my mom's milk. Is this how they express affection in South Africa? Actually, I'm no longer surprised by Sam's strange words or actions.
My gratitude toward him is genuine. Although Sam can be a bit pretentious at times, he genuinely helps me and does a lot of household chores for my mom. That's enough for me.
Especially in the six months since he's been living with us, he's gone out to buy groceries and run errands for my mom without a single complaint. He gets along well with classmates and teachers, and he and I have become close friends who share everything.
Sam's behavior is nothing like the stereotypes online that describe Black people as lazy or indolent. On the contrary, Sam is hardworking, helpful, knowledgeable, cheerful, and well-liked by everyone.
"Hehe, Zihan, I've always thought of you as my son," Sam said with a grin.
"Go to hell, you ungrateful jerk! I'm your dad!" I shot back jokingly.
"Hahaha, just kidding, Zihan," Sam laughed, then paused.
"Kidding my foot," I rolled my eyes at him.
Not that I want a son like him anyway—with his dark skin and my yellow skin, wouldn't that make his mom dark-skinned too? The thought gave me goosebumps.
"Alright, alright, let's get serious, Zihan. Once the rainwater on the ground dries up, I'll teach you how to play ball. Let's go rest for a bit," Sam stood up, glanced at me, and headed toward the bedroom.
"Okay," I replied. We had originally planned to play basketball this afternoon.
I turned off the TV and went back to the bedroom to rest.
I had stood on tiptoe on the second floor for a long time last night, so I was still a bit sleepy.
In the afternoon, Sam and I played basketball at the neighborhood court until dinnertime. When we returned home, Mom had already prepared a delicious meal.
"Mmm... smells amazing..." Sam licked his lips, closing his eyes as if savoring the aroma.
Mom, sitting across the dining table, smiled warmly and looked at us affectionately.
"Isn't it always this good?" I rolled my eyes at Sam. He really knew how to flatter.
"Alright, let's eat. This is the pork rib soup I specially made for you today," Mom bent over to serve Sam and me the soup, placing it in front of us.
Mom wasn't being careful at all—when she bent over, a large expanse of fair, soft skin was exposed from her chest. I wondered if Sam noticed, but even if he did, it didn't matter. Sam is also Mom's child. If I could see it, so could he. Besides, it wasn't like he was staring on purpose. She's our mom.
"What are you grinning about? Try it and see if it's good," Mom smiled gently. She seemed to be in a good mood.
We savored the delicious food Mom made, eating the warm, fragrant meal filled with a mother's love. It was incredibly satisfying, and the fatigue from playing basketball faded away.
"Mom, this is so delicious. Even better than what my own mom makes. I love you so much, Mom. Thank you," Sam said with a wide grin.
"Giggle, eat more, Zihan. You should eat more too," Mom smiled, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Sam and me.
With Dad not at home, she must see Sam and me as her pillars of support. Of course, with Dad away, Mom is our pillar of support too.
Time moved forward, and April quietly came to an end.
Before we knew it, International Labor Day on May 1st had arrived, and the whole country was about to enjoy a long holiday. May in the coastal city was as warm as summer. The day before the holiday, our classmates unanimously decided to spend May Day on an outing to the suburbs. Of course, adults were welcome to join us. At our suggestion, Zhang Min and Sun Xiaoxiao agreed to come along with us students. After all, it was just the suburbs, not far at all.
April had passed smoothly without any strange incidents. Dad had returned home half a month earlier, bringing us lots of delicious treats. After resting for a day, and under Mom's disapproving glare, he set off on another business trip.
Ever since that stormy night when I saw Sam going to Mom's room, I hadn't noticed any intimate contact between him and Mom. Of course, when we were watching TV in the living room, Sam would still give Mom massages, and he'd even massaged me a few times. His technique was getting more and more skilled.
If there was anything strange, it was one afternoon last week. We were all taking a nap in the classroom when, not long after, our class monitor Li Xiaojun left the room. Sam told me he had a stomachache and needed to use the restroom, so he left too. I didn't think much of it and just rested my head on the desk to sleep. It seemed like about twenty minutes passed, and neither Sam nor the class monitor had returned. In my mind, I figured Li Xiaojun must have gone to practice English conversation with Sam again.
I didn't really care. It really did seem like what Sam had said—ever since that time at the movie theater when I tried to kiss Li Xiaojun, there had been a kind of barrier between us. I didn't know why, maybe Li Xiaojun thought I wasn't manly enough.
Although I felt a little disappointed, I didn't mind too much. After all, I was the top student in the whole school. Hmph, with that kind of record, which beauty wouldn't I be able to win over in the future?
As I was thinking this, my stomach started growling. Following the urge, I headed toward the restroom.
"Zihan?"
On my way down the stairs, Li Xiaojun was coming up from below. She wore black-framed glasses and had her hair tied up in a cute ponytail. Her white summer school uniform hugged her developing breasts, and beneath her blue school pants were her straight legs, clad in a pair of white sneakers. She looked up at me.
"Hey, Class Monitor, isn't Sam with you?"
I glanced behind her, but there was no sign of Sam.
"No, he said he was going to the restroom." Li Xiaojun smiled slightly, her face flushing a little.
Beneath her smooth, fair forehead were a pair of gentle, large eyes. Her tall nose bridge was framed by black glasses, and her small, rosy lips were slightly parted. Especially those breasts—not too big, not too small—I could actually feel my lower body starting to stir.
"Alright, thanks, Class Monitor. You should go back and rest." To keep Li Xiaojun from noticing the bulge in my school pants, I clenched my legs and stood still as I spoke to her.
"Mm," Li Xiaojun replied and headed back toward the classroom. I glanced back at her retreating figure. I had to admit, as her thighs moved with each step, her butt looked really big. It would be nice to give it a touch.
Looking down at my fully erect member, I hurried toward the restroom.
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…"
"Ah… mm… slap… ah… mm… mmm… ah… slap… slap… slap… ah… hmm…"
In the restroom, I was focused on relieving myself when I suddenly heard a woman's moans from the path behind the toilet, coming from the two-story building where discarded desks and chairs were stored. The place was rumored to be haunted, and almost no students dared to go there.
If it weren't for the quietness of the school grounds during the afternoon rest period, I wouldn't have been able to hear these faint, intermittent moans and slapping sounds.
Holy shit! Could it be haunted in broad daylight? I held my breath.
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