I glanced down at Hina. She looked at me with large, troubled eyes, and her trembling and outstretched hands still held my cock.
I nodded low and kindly with my voice. "Don't be afraid, Aunt…" My hand went over her cheek, my thumb wiping away a small drop of sweat - or maybe her squirt- from the red spot on her face. "I will be careful..."
Hina drew a gulp of terrified air through her lips, barely touching my ear, her voice a faint whisper, raw and vulnerable: "Dexter…" Her breath was warm, and her whole body shivered as she kept holding me.
"Tell me the truth…" Her nails dug deeper into my back while she spoke in a tone of jealousy and need. "Whose pussy did you like the most…?" Her words stuck there, loaded with insecurity. "Mine… or Kerry's…?"
I knew she was jealous. I knew she needed to hear it.
But I was not going to lie.