Mmm~ ohh~"
Soft moans slipped through the air as the young man stepped out of his room.
From the hallway, he glanced toward the kitchen. There she stood: a beautiful woman with smooth, pale skin slick with sweat. Droplets glistened under the dim light, tracing the curves of her collarbone before slipping down to her waist, catching the glow like molten silver sliding over porcelain. She looked as though she had just emerged from a fevered dream, fragile yet impossibly alluring.
She was cooking, her body trembling restlessly like a delicate creature caught in an invisible web.
As he looked closer, he saw she wore only a thin pink apron, the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.
Her long black hair flowed down her back, ending just above the gentle curve of her hips.
Below the dark cascade of her hair, a small, black hook-like shape peeked just between the curve of her buttocks.
Bzz~ bzz~ The sound hummed beneath her legs, a source of constant rhythm beneath her breathless gasps- "Hah~ hah~."
A transparent fluid slicked her trembling thighs, pooling on the floor and dripping with every helpless shiver.
He moved closer, drawn by the sweet sounds that filled the kitchen.
With each step he took, her trembling intensified. Her hands shook as she gripped the counter.
Sensing his presence right behind her, she fumbled to turn off the gas stove.
He stopped.
His hands found the gentle curves of her hips, gripping and squeezing tightly.
"Oh~ son…"
She turned her face toward him, her blue eyes wide and cloudy. A soft blush of pink and red flushed her cheeks.
"Mmm!" A tingling sensation ran through her as she moaned. "Stop… Mummy is… cooking… Mmmm!" she murmured.
He simply smiled and continued. His right hand moved slowly over the ample curves of her breasts, held tightly by her apron. He pressed gently, kneading them with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Hah~"
She gasped as she finally switched off the stove. She knew he wouldn't stop now. A fleeting thought crossed her mind- how had their relationship come to this?
As far as she could remember, it all began five years ago, when she first joined the Rius family.
"Clara, this is my son, Kael. Please take care of him." Kael's father had introduced them, his tone warm but distant.
She looked at the boy. He was adorable back then, barely reaching her chest. Rubbing his head gently, she smiled.
"Hello, Kael. My name is Clara."
She then nudged the girl clinging to her side, a child younger than him. "And this is my daughter, Liana."
Kael nodded shyly. He understood quickly: Clara was his new mother, and this was his new sister.
From that moment, Kael's father- her new husband, left the boy entirely in her care. He was always away, rarely returning home, leaving Clara consumed by a constant aching and yearning for touch.
The loneliness and desire built inside her like a slow, burning fever until, one evening, she could no longer resist.
Alone in her room, her fingers slipped beneath her underwear. She rubbed her aching pussy, seeking relief. "Mmm~ ahh~" Her breaths grew heavy, the soft moans slipping into the silent, empty room.
As she was rubbing herself, Clara caught a flicker of motion in the mirror, a single eye watching through the gap in the doorway.
It was Kael, secretly observing her.
His small hands were wrapped around himself, stroking his cock in a clumsy, frantic rhythm, his eyes locked intently on her.
Instead of shock, a slow, teasing smile spread across her lips.
She shifted her body to give him a better and more clear view, all while pretending not to notice. Her fingers moved with deliberate slowness, lifting her top just enough to reveal the soft curve of her breast.
Her fingers circled her nipple, pinching lightly a soft "Mmm~" escaping her lips as her other hand continued its rhythm below.
The sensation of being watched by such a young boy- her own stepson, coursed through her and her hips began to tremble against her own touch.
"Mmm~"
Her back arched sharply. A silent cry parted her lips as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"Ah!"
At that very moment, from the doorway, Kael's shaky breaths hitched.
A soft gasp escaped him as a small, warm spurt marked his own climax, a strange, burning sensation seizing him. His young body trembled violently, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar release.
"Hah~ ahh~"
Spent and bewildered, his legs gave way. He slid to the floor, flushed and dazed.
His eyes fell to his hands, now covered in a strange, white fluid.
What... is this? he wondered, his mind thick with fog. It smells so weird...
A wave of confusion and disgust washed over him. Is this... pee? Why is it so sticky?
He had only been passing by when he'd heard the sound. But then he saw her-his stepmother-touching herself. He tried to leave, but for a reason he didn't understand, he couldn't. He didn't understand why his own hand had slowly moved to his cock, stroking until this strange, sticky substance emerged.
Clara decided to tease the little boy further. She rose and opened the door, her naked body fully revealed to him.
"What are you doing, Kael?" she asked in a serious tone.
He stumbled back, still in shock. Tears welled in his eyes, terrified at the thought of her telling his father.
But then, Clara knelt before him.
Her expression softened into a playful, yet unusually kind smile.
She took his softened length into her mouth, feeling it stir and harden again under her touch.
She still remembered how his cute face had flushed that time, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Stepmom… wh-what are you doing? That's… ahh~"
Now, years later, Kael had grown bigger than her. He was no longer that shy little boy, a fact made perfectly clear by the solid, fully grown length driving into her now.
"Ahh~ ahh~ Kael, slow down!" Clara moaned, her voice ringing with pleasure.
His hands gripped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, sending waves of shivers through her. He moved inside her with a steady, deep rhythm, their bodies joining in a wet, rhythmic squish~ squish~
"Mmm~ Mom…"
Kael's voice was a low growl against her mouth. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss, tongues tangling in a desperate, hungry dance.
A shared, breathless gasp passed between them. They could no longer hold back.
"Ah! Kael!"
Clara's body tensed, her inner walls clenching tightly around him as a powerful climax surged through her, her moans echoing softly against his lips.
Feeling her peak, Kael thrust deeply one final time with a "Ngh~" A low groan rumbled in his chest as his release flooded her with a sudden liquidy warmth.
"Hah~ hah~"
The sensation lingered for several breathless seconds before he slowly withdrew with a soft, wet sound. A thin, glistening thread of intimacy still connected their bodies.
Their kiss broke with a quiet, sticky sigh. A single, delicate strand of saliva linked their lips, a perfect mirror of the charged connection that still held them.
Clara turned, her trembling thighs pressed tightly together, holding the last of his warmth inside her. Kael's hands rested gently on her wrists.
"Shall we go for another round?" he asked with a grin.
"Mmm~ yes," Clara nodded, her eyes gleaming with raw anticipation. After all, it was never enough for her; she could take him all day.
But then, a voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Not fair, Mom!"
They turned to see Liana standing in the doorway. With her sleek black hair and blue eyes, similar to Clara's, she stood in her school uniform: a crisp white blouse, a short navy skirt, long black socks and a loosely knotted red tie. Her expression was a mix of frustration and desire.
"Hah~ Don't you have school?" Clara asked, as she knelt and took Kael's softening cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it to coax it back to life.
Liana let out a frustrated huff, dropping her bag by the door. "You're so selfish, Mom!"
She lifted her skirt, revealing she was completely naked and smooth pussy.
"Fuck me too, Kael," she demanded, her face flushed but her voice bold.
Ignoring her daughter, Clara focused on Kael's cock. A wet, slurp~ sound filled the air as she worked skillfully, making him harden again.
Seeing Kael avert his eyes, Liana stripped off her uniform completely and moved to him. She pressed her small breasts against his shoulder and captured his lips in a kiss. Kael kissed her back.
"Mmm~ Brother," she whispered as their lips parted with a soft, wet sound. "Don't you want to fuck your little sister's tight pussy? It's much better than Mother's old, loose one…"
A spark of anger flared in Clara's eyes. Old? Loose?
Lick~ lick~ Slurp~
Her movements became faster, more intense. Her mouth worked on him with fierce, wet sucks and licks, a symphony of lewd, wet noises. She was determined to prove her superiority. Liana may have a young, tight body, but her skill was still far lower.
Schlllp~ "Mmm~"
Kael remained silent, having learned from experience. He simply kissed Liana again, his hands moving to cup her breasts, while his stepmother continued her dedicated, noisy work below.
A low groan was his only reply. "Ngh~"
Kael soon took Clara from behind, his thrusts deep and steady, while Liana arched her back beneath him, guiding his mouth to her chest.
Liana's moans mingled with her mother's. "Yes, brother… so good, ahh~ My breasts… suck harder… mmm~ my nipples… are so hard… soo good… brother… I love you so much… ahh~"
"Ah~ Right there, son… don't stop," Clara cried out, her nails digging into the table. "Mummy is feeling so good… ahh~ Just like that… your cock is hitting so deep… ahh~ My womb is so hot… ahh~"
Kael moved between them, his hands and mouth working tirelessly as the kitchen filled with the sound of their passion.
"Ahh~ My pussy is yours… it's all yours, brother… fuck your little sister… whenever you wish… ahh~ brother~~~" Liana screamed, her body shaking as she climaxed once again.
…
Fuuu…
Kael rubbed his head as he stepped out of the house. He has done it at least 5 times and now it was time to hit the gym and get some rest. The mother and daughter were horny sluts, draining him every single day. His legs trembled slightly with each step, his body already feeling the deep strain of the morning's intense activities.
Kael walked down the road with a happy smile. He was thinking about Clara and Liana's naked bodies.
This is life, he thought.
Suddenly, he saw a little girl running. She was chasing her ball and giggling, a big smile on her face.
Kael looked at her, confused. Where were her parents? How could they be so careless? This road had so many cars and trucks passing by.
HOOONK!
Then he heard a loud truck horn. A huge truck was coming right at her.
The little girl froze when she saw the truck. The ball she had just caught dropped from her hands and rolled away. Her eyes went wide with fear.
Seeing it was about to hit the girl, Kael made a decision. He would not move. His life was more important than some random little girl's. It's not like he would get Isekai'd... just as he was thinking this.
The driver saw the little girl and panicked. He spun the steering wheel hard to miss her. The tires screeched loudly.
But the truck turned too sharply. It missed the girl, but now it was heading straight for Kael.
Kael's thoughts froze. His eyes went wide.
Before he could move, the truck hit him. It slammed him hard against a wall. Everything went black.