My Aunt's True Identity, Impossible to Imagine
"Haaah… Ian."
The hand I’d slipped into Michel’s shorts felt the soft give of her lower belly. I pushed farther, and my fingers brushed against her most private place, warm and slick against my fingertips.
With my left hand I was teasing her breasts, and with my right I was rubbing her clit; not content with that, I ground my stiff cock against the crack of her ass through my pants.
"Hah, haa… Ah, seriously…."
Michel pulled completely away from the cooking and started to whine at me instead. I kneaded her eagerly, and when my fingertips came away wet, I slipped my middle and ring fingers inside her with a smooth thrust.
Squelch….
"Mmm♡"
"You want to come?"
Instead of answering, Michel nodded. Her hair swayed softly, carrying the sweet scent of shampoo.
"Ah, ahh… There…."
Even while keeping her voice as low as possible for her niece’s sake, she still rubbed her hips against my cock, clearly enjoying herself.
"Here?"
I curled my fingers like hooks and searched along the winding tunnel inside her. Then I pressed hard on the spot that drew the strongest reaction from Michel.
"Unnh… hnn. That feels good."
She leaned completely into me, and because she looked so lovable like that, I wanted to make her feel even better.
With that thought, I started working my fingers harder.
Squeak, squeak, squeak….
"Nnh, mhn… Unnnh… mmm…."
Her sweet little nasal moans tickled my ear.
The warmth of her back and ass, pressed against me, felt wonderful too.
Thinking only of how to please Michel, I stirred inside her busily, and little by little her body, leaning on me for support, began to tremble.
"Auntie!"
"Hm, yes?"
At May’s voice, called out just before the brink, Michel jerked around in alarm. I, too, quickly pulled away from her.
Fortunately, May was looking straight at the TV. Even while calling for her aunt, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the animation.
"Auntie, come watch with me!"
"I-I’m cooking right now…?"
"Still, watch it. It’s fun!"
We traded awkward looks, Michel and I. But May, who had no idea of anything, patted the sofa insistently.
"Auntie, hurry!"
"Okay, I’ll be there in a minute."
"Ian oppa too!"
Are adults just beings who can’t help being pushed around by children?
In the end, the three of us sat down with May in the middle and were forced to watch the animation.
As we sat there, the stiffness in my groin slowly ebbed away. Thanks to May keeping her eyes glued to the screen, I managed to let the bulge in my pants settle down before she noticed.
Once I’d calmed a bit, I remembered the person beside me who’d been left hanging right at the edge.
Glancing sideways, I saw Michel looking thoroughly frustrated, holding back an arousal she hadn’t been able to let loose.
Her face was flushed as if she had a fever, and the way she kept pressing her thighs together made her impatience painfully obvious.
"Auntie! Fluffy-fluffy!"
"Mm…?"
Michel asked back with a helpless expression.
“Fluffy-fluffy” was what May called Michel’s breasts whenever she played with them.
"May, not right now…."
But despite Michel’s refusal, May started kneading her aunt’s chest with her tiny hands.
"Fluffy-fluffy!"
"May, wait! Ahhn!"
Her body, already hot and bothered, was being mercilessly handled by the child’s innocent hands. Those hands had nothing in them but the desire to play, no consideration at all for the person they were touching, and that only drove Michel’s excitement higher against her will.
"Stop, ngh…!"
"It’s fluffy! Like a balloon!"
"O-oh…."
I watched the scene in silence.
Michel’s bare breasts, getting kneaded by those hands full of childish wonder, were hard to look away from for more than one reason.
"Why is it hard here, Auntie?"
"Don’t touch thaat, ahh!"
May pinched and rolled the nipples poking through Michel’s T-shirt.
"May, stoop… hnng."
"Does it hurt here, Auntie?"
"It doesn’t hurt exactly… nngh."
Wouldn’t it have been easier if she’d just lied and said it hurt? May might’ve stopped then.
Look at that—she’s still going.
"It’s hard. It was soft yesterday."
The nipples that had hardened along with Michel’s overheated body had now been caught by May’s radar.
Michel sent me a look begging for help, but unfortunately the whole situation was so lewd and so funny that I wasn’t inclined to save her.
And besides, I’d heard somewhere that telling kids “No, don’t do that!” too often wasn’t good because it crushed their self-esteem and eagerness to learn.
So really, I was just leaving things alone for the sake of May’s healthy development.
"Does milk come out, Auntie? I want milk!"
"Hiiyaah!"
May suddenly took one nipple into her mouth and started sucking.
Maybe she remembered nursing from when she was a baby, because the way she opened her mouth wide over the areola hidden under the shirt and sucked with such professional gusto was uncanny.
"Ngh, ah…! Hhn."
Michel couldn’t shove her away too hard, afraid the child might get hurt, and so she endured the pleasure with clenched restraint.
But all of Auntie’s effort was wasted, because the innocent niece’s tyranny only grew more intense.
"Why isn’t milk coming out, Auntie?"
"P-please, just get off… hnn!"
At that moment Michel shut her eyes tightly and shivered all over.
I hadn’t expected it to go that far, and even I was left awkwardly stunned.
"May, come play with me now."
"Okay!"
May abandoned her aunt, who had been reduced to a pitiful state by her own hand, and threw herself at me instead.
Children can be crueler than adults sometimes.
Michel, breathing hard with her shoulders trembling, looked at me with resentful eyes, but I pretended not to notice and, feeling guilty, tossed May up into the air like an airplane.
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After lunch, I spent a long while playing with May, and before I knew it, night had come again.
Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant this was the last night Michel and I would get to spend together this weekend.
We’d already clung to each other plenty last night, but that still wasn’t nearly enough for the two of us, so Michel and I had gone all out entertaining May to get her to sleep.
And finally, when May started rubbing her eyes and fussing about bed, we hurriedly spread out the blankets in the living room and lay down together.
Unlike last night, when May had been lying between Michel and me, tonight the order was me, Michel, then May.
I stayed as quiet and obedient as I could, and Michel sang a lullaby to put the child in her arms to sleep.
The stillness filled the living room, and May’s tiny, even breathing drifted out as she slept.
We did it again today. Now I can go to the room with Michel… huh?
Michel, lying beside me, pressed in close.
Because May was covered with a small blanket of her own while Michel and I shared the larger one, it was possible to do that.
Is May asleep?
When I whispered the question, Michel answered not with words but with a gesture, slipping her hand under the blanket as if inviting me inside.
After she ducked her face into the blanket first, I followed her in, and the moment I was fully inside, Michel came into my arms.
Ian… I can’t hold it anymore.
Should we go to bed?
Noooo… just do it right here.
I didn’t even have time to ask, Here?
Her tongue had already tangled with mine.
As we kept kissing, before I knew it I was on top of Michel, who was lying there looking up at me.
…
As my eyes adjusted to the blackness inside the blanket, Michel’s face, hidden in the dark, slowly began to come into view.
It was still dim, of course, but to me she looked as if she were shining.
Are you really sure it’s okay to do it here?
If you don’t do it right now, I think I’ll go crazy….
She must have been at her limit after holding back for so long.
And because I felt guilty about not saving her from May earlier, and because her eyes were so desperate, I pulled my pants down at once.
I was about to take off Michel’s shorts too, but somehow she’d already gotten them off; her lower half was naked.
Hurry up and put it in….
When I brought the head of my cock to her begging sex, it was already so wet that it scarcely needed any more teasing.
If she wanted it like this, then I supposed that meant we could skip the condom.
Slowly, but with heavy resolve, I thrust my hips forward, and my cock was gradually swallowed into her soaked cunt.
"Ngh…!"
Michel, shh.
Michel nodded, her brow creased tight from pleasure.
So did I.
Maybe it was because I couldn’t really see in front of me, but the ridges of the slick flesh gripping my cock felt incredibly vivid.
If I go hard, May’ll wake up, won’t she?
You could go hard if you want….
Looking at how Michel pouted in disappointment, I could tell the switch had fully flipped.
Still, I couldn’t wake May, so I moved my hips slowly back and forth.
Squelch… squelch…!
Even at that slow pace, the pleasure was considerable.
Part of that was because the darkness pushed all my senses down into my lower body, and part of it was because Michel and I were pressed together so tightly in the confined space.
Haaah, that feels good….
Going slow has its own charm too, huh?
Mhm. I can feel the shape of Ian’s cock in so much detail.
Michel’s scent, her voice, her breath—all of it came straight to me from so close. Wrapped in the blanket and cut off from the outside world, it felt like we’d been sealed inside our own little private universe.
Why is Michel’s pussy so delicious?
Because Ian loves me with his cock, it got even tastier.
Is that so?
Yup.
We traded meaningless little lines meant only to stoke each other’s heat, savoring one another’s taste all the while.
Because I’d been pushing into her with such an unusually slow rhythm, Michel’s hole seemed almost leisurely as it clung to my shaft with sticky pressure.
I’d been thrusting deep out of habit, and now it was time to pull back.
But before I knew it, I found myself seeking even stronger pleasure and shoved in farther instead of withdrawing.
Greedy, I pushed forward—and then my head jabbed something blocking the path.
O-k…!
Michel?
R-right there… feels good…♡
Just a little nudge, and she was reacting like that. I must have hit her portio properly.
You like it there?
Yeah. Go deeper….
Got it.
Nnngh…. Oooh…! It feels different from before, but I like it….
Come to think of it, she preferred rougher treatment, so I’d never really bothered to stimulate her portio gently before.
Oh! Ooh… my womb is incredible, ngh….
Using the head of my cock, I pressed and prodded just above the opening to her womb as if it were a button.
Every time I jabbed at it, that sweet, trembling voice filled the blanket.
Ian, press on me♡
I already am.
Press me with your body. Crush me down♥
So that’s what she meant. Gladly.
I pushed her T-shirt up and bared her breasts.
Then, tenderly but with weight behind it, I pressed my body down over hers, as if I were pinning and teasing that spot inside her all at once.
Haa… Ian’s body is so firm and hot. I love it.
Michel wrapped her legs around my lower body and tugged me in.
To reward her needy little demands, I pressed even harder against her womb.
Hoooh, oooh…! Hnn, there… theree.
Michel’s skin and breasts, warm against my body, felt so soft it was almost intoxicating.
As if I were claiming her as mine alone, as if I would never let anyone else have her, I kept pressing my body down against hers, and Michel admitted that truth with the sounds of a female drowning in pleasure.
"Nnngh…!"
Ah!
All at once, Michel and I froze.
Fortunately, the sound May made in her sleep ended right there.
We, who had been completely lost in our own world, were reminded again of the niece outside the blanket, but even so the heat between us didn’t break. If anything, the sinful thrill of doing this in secret while the child slept made it burn hotter.
Leaving your niece to sleep while you squeeze a cock out of someone—what a bad aunt.
But I haven’t seen Ian in so long.
What if May grows up and finds out what we were doing? Won’t she end up hating Michel?
May’s a good kid, so she’ll understand. Probably….
The way she trailed off at the end showed she wasn’t entirely sure.
Still, her cunt kept squeezing me, so I kept torturing that portio of hers with relentless focus.
Wai—, ahh! Deeper…! Oooh!
It was actually kind of fun, being able to wring such reactions from her without moving much at all.
They say the portio, like the G-spot, varies a lot from woman to woman, and Michel seemed especially sensitive.
As I kept pressing her while feeling the warmth of her body against mine, Michel, half-lidded and dazed, started moving her hips on her own.
There… theree♥
Here?
Yes, yessss! I, I think I’m going to… ooh!
Michel couldn’t even finish the sentence before she came, her hips bucking against me.
With that, her vaginal walls began repeatedly loosening and clenching, stimulating my cock as if they were sucking directly on it with her mouth.
Hoooh, amazing…! I can still feel it, oooh!
Michel trembled with happiness because of me, and I hugged her tight until she quieted down.
Her shaking faded, but her arousal only seemed to grow, and she pleaded to me in a voice wet with breath.
Ian… I can’t take it. Go harder….
If she’d said that before, I would’ve asked if she was sure.
But now even I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Okay.
I pulled my cock almost all the way out, then slammed it straight back in until it drove deep to her portio.
"Nngoooh!"
Michel cried out in a loud voice she couldn’t suppress.
But reason had already been overtaken by instinct, and I couldn’t stop.
Even if the kid was sleeping right beside us, it felt like I’d only be satisfied if I could ravage this cunt roughly.
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
"Hah! Ah! Ahh, oooh!"
The world inside the blanket filled with the sound of our flesh colliding.
Not only that, but Michel’s moans and scent filled the space too, and my head spun with pleasure.
Michel seemed no different, wrapping her legs around my lower body and tugging at me.
There was no trace left of the pure teacher or gentle aunt in the way she hungrily devoured my cock, as if trying to make up for every ounce of desire she’d been unable to sate.
"Oooh, hah! Ah! Ahhh! So good!"
My mind filled with Michel and nothing else.
Wanting to feel her, wanting to hear more of her girlish cries, I moved my hips violently.
But that violent rhythm brought with it a problem that could happen at any moment.
"…Auntie?"
May’s voice, just waking up.
She was far, far closer than she had been last night, but we were so deep in our excitement that we kept devouring each other anyway.
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
"Nngh! Hah! Hngh! Ahh…!"
"Auntie, are you okay?"
"May… did you wake up? Auntie’s fine. I’m just exercising like yesterday… ooh!"
Unlike yesterday, she was right next to us now, so maybe May wouldn’t be fooled.
Even while worrying about that, I couldn’t stop my hips from slamming against Michel’s lower half.
"That’s weird, Auntie. It’s different from yesterday."
Even for a child, this was suspicious enough to set off alarms, wasn’t it?
Still, Michel’s cunt kept tightening around me, and my hips moved on their own.
"Different…? It’s the same, isn’t it! Aah! Auntie’s just exercising like yesterday, so don’t lift the blanket, okay? Got it? Hnn!"
"…"
There was no answer from beyond the blanket.
Had she figured out this wasn’t ordinary exercise after all?
…So this is how it ends, huh.
Just as I was thinking that, what I heard next completely missed my expectations.
"Auntie… are you Cricure?"