Feeling her warm, slippery body pressed tight against mine, those huge, soft mounds flattening against my chest, made my thing twitch and harden all over again.
"Big bro… it's getting hard again…" Lily pulled back just a little, looking down between us with big, confused eyes. She could feel it throbbing right against her tummy, hot and insistent.
"I wasn't able to help enough… maybe I should try one more time?" Lily gave me that same sweet, innocent smile.
"Alex! Lily! How long are you two going to take?!" Mom's voice echoed from the hallway. Both of us jumped. me and Lily flinched hard. Her chest bounced with the sudden movement.
'Crap, I completely lost track of time.' I gently pushed Lily back by the shoulders.
"We're done, Mom! Just a few more minutes!" I shouted toward the door.
"Lily, we have to go now."
"But big bro is still…" She looked down between my legs with a worried, almost sad face.
"It's okay. You already helped me a lot," I said softly, leaning in to plant a quick peck on her burning cheek.
"You can help me again next time, promise." The ache in my thing was killing me, but I couldn't risk Mom getting suspicious.
"Lily loves helping big bro the most~" she whispered and hugged me tight one last time. We rinsed off quickly, dried ourselves, and slipped out of the bathroom like nothing had happened.
***
Back in my room I still couldn't sleep. The interrupted release in the bath left me throbbing and frustrated. I pulled my pants and boxers down in one tug. My thing sprang out, already leaking.
I only managed two slow strokes before the memory hit me like a truck; exactly how I saw today. Aunt Marie riding Mike, hips rolling wildly, huge breasts bouncing heavy with every slam, sweat shining with sweat, mouth open in that broken moan while his thick shaft disappeared inside her again and again.
Plap… plap… plap…
My hand moved on its own. Shame burned my face, but my hips jerked forward anyway.
The picture was too vivid, her stretched flower dripping, body shaking when she screamed his name.
Three… four rough pumps and I exploded. Thick ropes shot across my stomach in seconds, harder than ever.
I lay there panting, sticky, hating myself.
The thought of Aunt Marie cheating with that asshole Mike made me more worried about Rose. After cleaning up I grabbed my phone and opened Rose's chat, clinging to that tiny bit of hope.
Me: hey… you awake?
Me: miss you so much
Me: everything okay…?
No reply. Same as everytime.
Dissapointed, I opened the class group chat I hadn't touched in weeks. Mindless scrolling to kill time.
Memes, homework complaints, random crap.
Then I saw it.
Buried three weeks down, a single message from Mike, a link to a group named "The Vault".
No reactions, no comments, nothing. Just sitting there like everyone else had already forgotten it.
'Probably just baseball stuff or dumb memes.' I tapped the link anyway.
This content is private. You need an invitation from a member.
That was all. No preview, no picture, nothing.
I stared at the screen for a second, shrugged, and closed the app.
Whatever. Just Mike and his buddies sharing porn or whatever guys' stuff.
Not my problem.
I turned off the phone, rolled over, and forced myself to sleep.
Didn't think about it again.
I must have dozed off for a few minutes. A dry throat woke me up. My mouth tasted like cotton. I needed water.
I slipped out of bed, still only in boxers, and padded barefoot down the dark hallway. Everything was silent… until I reached the stairs.
"Ahh…" A soft, breathy sound drifted up from downstairs. Mom's voice. Low, shaky, nothing like her usual gentle tone. My stomach dropped.
I crept down the stairs one by one, heart hammering louder with every step. The living-room light was off, but the door to Mom and Dad's bedroom (downstairs, at the end of the hall) was cracked open.
A warm glow spilled out.
"Ahh… yes… just like that…" Another moan, longer this time. I didn't want to look. My feet carried me anyway.
I reached the door and pushed it open a few inches.
Mom was on the bed, thin nightgown bunched around her waist, completely bare underneath.
She was straddling Mike, facing away from the door, hips rolling slow and deep.
"Harder... ah... more harder.." Her huge breasts bounced with every grind, nipples hard, skin shining with sweat. The wet slap of their bodies was the only sound in the room. Hair sticking to her neck, moaning louder.
Mike's hands dug into her wide hips, guiding her harder.
Then he turned his head.He looked straight at me through the gap in the door and smirked.
"Mom..." My voice came out low, unheard.
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