Seeing that Vapor actually put out a notice and send an email to me alerting me that their platform got frozen because of me, was glorious. Five million sales. The number was a ghost, haunting the edges of every thought, I knew I should be monitoring the Vapor dashboard, watching the ticker climb, reading the reviews flooding in, despite the players just bought the game and played it for like 5 minutes, and already gave my game a thumbs up. It was very surreal, and to be honest, although I liked it, it also made me felt a bit nervous. I decided that, I should just leave this here and go somewhere else.
I padded out into the hallway, the cool floorboards a relief under my bare feet. The apartment was quiet, wrapped in a lazy Saturday afternoon haze, I could hear the faint, rhythmic whir of a sewing machine from behind Nadia's door—probably working on an order. Down the hall, the soft, steady sound of Cathy's breathing hinted she was grabbing a nap. From Emily's room, the muffled bass of whatever music she and Bella were listening to thumped gently.
But the living room? The living room had sound. The kind of gloriously over-the-top, dramatic sound that could only be one thing.
I leaned against the doorway. Aunt Vera was sprawled across the large sectional sofa like a queen holding court. She was dressed in soft, comfortable lounge wear—a tight-fitting tank top and shorts that showed off her thick, powerful thighs and that incredible ass. Her attention was completely captured by the massive wall-screen TV, where a beautiful woman in a wedding dress was slapping a man in a tuxedo while an orchestra swelled.
"Hey, Aunt Vera," I said, my voice cutting through the dramatic Spanish dialogue. "Mind if I join you?"
She didn't even look away from the screen, just patted the empty cushion next to her. "Mi amor! Of course, sit, sit! You have to see this, it's getting muy caliente!"
I sank into the plush cushions with a sigh, the tension in my shoulders finally starting to unwind. This was what I needed, Normalcy and calm. Well, as normal as it got around here. The sheer, absurd drama of the telenovela was a welcome distraction from the digital one I'd created.
"{YOU DON"T LOVE ME PEDRO!!}".
I tried to follow the plot. There seemed to be a lot of crying, pointing, and people hiding behind potted plants, it was the typical telenovela fun. But eventually, I gave up understanding the plot after a few minutes, letting the melodious flow of Spanish and the exaggerated reactions wash over me. I stretched out, laying my head back on the armrest and letting my legs sprawl across the sofa. Not gonna lie, even in this world, Telenovela is still as messy as it can be, and as enjoyable as it can get.
"So, wait," I said, squinting at the screen. "She is cheating on her husband with that gardener guy, but she doesn't know that the gardener is actually her long-lost son, who was adopted by her father-in-law's cousins?".
Vera finally tore her eyes away from the screen to look at me, a wide, amused grin on her face. "Sí, mi amor. It's all muy convoluted... very messed up…" She chuckled, a rich, warm sound.
"But you have to admit, it's entertaining! More entertaining than those boring news channels, si?"
"Can't argue with that," I laughed.
It was just the two of us in the living room, and the atmosphere was perfect and calm, with the TV on and playing, I found myself able to relax and so does, Aunt Vera. It was a rare occasion that the 2 of us were this close, and for me and her, after my changes, we've been warming up to each other's a lot. Each morning, I greeted her and all the women in the house with deep kiss, and all of them like that, including Vera. The intimacy between us shifted then, as naturally as breathing.
"Ahhh~ that's feels better, you don't mind, right?". Vera shifted her position, turning slightly and laying her head and upper body across my chest.
"Not, at all… it felt, nice like this,". I said to her as her head found a comfortable spot in the crook of my neck, her dark hair smelling of coconut shampoo and warm skin.
"As a matter of fact, …I like it, a lot,". My arm, which had been resting on the back of the couch, slid down and landed on her ample soft chest.
"Mmmm….". The soft murmur Vera made was like a key turning in a lock, letting me do as I pleased. Her body felt so damn good nestled against mine, all those curves and plush softness.
"Scritch… Scritch… Grab! I loved your, boobs Vera,". My thumb continued its teasing circles, making the peak of her nipple even harder, a tiny pebble under the thin cotton. I could hear her breath catching, a little gasp each time I pressed harder or squeezed.
"Mmm, you like that, huh, Auntie Vera?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her hair, inhaling that sweet coconut scent mixed with her own musky warmth. Her head tilted back just a fraction, her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meeting mine. There was a raw hunger there, mirroring my own.
"You know I do, you naughty boy," she purred, her voice a low rumble against my chest. Her hand, previously resting idly, now found its way to my thigh, her fingers gently drumming against the denim of my shorts. The message was clear. Go on.
My fingers, always eager to explore, began to work their magic. I slipped them under the hem of her bra, feeling the elastic give way. The cotton fabric, now damp from her warmth, peeled away from her breast.
"PAH! GRAB!! ~!". My palm made a soft, wet sound as it fully cupped the bare, heavy globes of her breast. They practically spilled over my hand, warm and incredibly soft. Her nipple, now fully exposed, stood at attention, a dark berry begging to be teased. I rubbed it gently between my thumb and forefinger, watching her eyes flutter shut.
"Ahhnnn!!!.." a soft moan escaped her lips, her body arching slightly into my touch. I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear.
"Already wet, Huh, Auntie," I mumbled, my voice a little rough. "Just from a little touch?"
She giggled, a breathy, almost breathless sound. "You have no idea, mijo... I've been waiting for this,".
"Open that leg, Vera,". I whispered in her ears, my other hand, now slid further down, over the soft swell of her hip, past the waistband of her tight shorts. Her skin was so smooth, so inviting. My fingertips brushed against the soft, warm fabric covering her mound. She tensed for a second, then relaxed, pressing herself more firmly against my hand.
"PAH! PAH! Fuck, Vera… I loved seeing, you like this,". A louder, more definite slap of skin as my hand settled firmly over her drenched matured pussy.
"Oh, fuck!," she breathed, her voice a little shaky now. "You're getting so bold, aren't you?".
"Only for you, Auntie," I murmured, my fingers starting to gently knead the fabric, feeling the dampness seeping through already. The thin material of her shorts was practically saturated. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, the throbbing pulse against my palm.
"You're soaking wet down there."
"You know what that means, don't you?" she whispered, her hips beginning to grind ever so slightly against my hand. Her ass pressed harder against my thigh now, a delicious friction.
I didn't need to be told. My fingers, with practiced ease, found the edge of her shorts. With a quick, smooth motion, I slipped them under the fabric, past the barrier of her underwear, and then, finally, my fingertips were directly on her. Her pussy, swollen and slick, pulsed under my touch. She gasped, a deep, shuddering inhale.
"Ahhnnn! …SQUELCH!! SWISH!!! …Ahhnnn!". Her moans grew louder, less contained now. I could feel her clit, a hard, throbbing button, pressing against my finger. I began to circle it, gently at first, then with more deliberate pressure, feeling the intense tightness of her inner lips. Her hips started to buck and grind, a primal rhythm emerging.
"Oh, god, yes. Right there, baby. More… Please, more!". she moaned, her body practically vibrating against mine. Her nails dug lightly into my arm, a sign of her escalating pleasure.
I leaned in, kissing her neck, letting my tongue graze her skin. "Ready to come for me, Auntie?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire.
Her answer was a choked sob of pleasure. Not from choking on anything, but from the raw intensity. "Ugh… Ughk. Oh! Fuckkkkk~ Ahhnnn!! …Yes! Now! Yes, please!".
I plunged two fingers deep into her wetness, pushing past the soft, slick folds, finding the sweet spot inside her. Her body arched violently, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. My thumb began to furiously rub her clit, while my fingers worked deep inside her.
"Ahhnnn! Ahhnnn! SCHLURP... SCHLUUUP! Thrust~♥♥". The wet sounds of my fingers working inside her, combined with the frantic rubbing on her clit, filled the quiet living room. Her hips bucked, slamming against my hand, trying to get closer, trying to absorb every bit of my touch.
"AAHHH!!! GUOO~ FFFUUUCCKKK!!!". she screamed, a primal, earth-shattering sound, her body convulsing wildly. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers, squeezing and milking them.
"Ahhnnn!!!! SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT! Splurt♥ Splurt♥ Ah ah ah!". A hot gush of liquid erupted. soaking my hand and the couch beneath her. Her whole body went rigid, then sagged against me, panting heavily, utterly spent.
I held her close, tracing patterns on her sweat-slicked back. Her breath hitched occasionally, little aftershocks of pleasure wracking her body.
"Hah! Goddamn," she whispered, her voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "You always were a good boy... and a very, very bad one." She looked up at me, a lazy, contented smile playing on her lips, her eyes still hazy with lingering pleasure. "What are we gonna do with you, huh?".
I just grinned, my own body humming with the afterglow of her intense release. "I think we just figured it out, Auntie...".
The telenovela's drama was nothing compared to the one unfolding on the sofa. My initial, almost absent-minded fondling had evolved into something far more deliberate, far more possessive. Vera's soft, contented sighs had morphed into low, throaty moans that she tried to muffle against my chest. As we lay there, a tangled heap of casual intimacy and building heat, my mind wandered over the strange, wonderful tapestry of this family. Vera. She wasn't my blood aunt. My mom's dad—my grandfather—had married Vera's mother after my actual grandmother passed away. That made her and Cathy, stepsisters. It was a connection that had always felt more like chosen family than obligation.
And our family was a mix of everything. My late dad was a blend of Russian and Japanese, which made me a wild cocktail of Russian-Japanese-American. Bella, through Vera's ex-husband, was a gorgeous mix of Mexican, Brazilian, and African. We were a United Nations of trauma, love, and now, apparently, mind-blowing success. We didn't just look different; we were different, forged together in the cramped, loving pressure cooker of this apartment.
With her looking so beautiful in the mess of her afterglow, I cupped her breast fully, my palm against the heavy, warm weight of it. Her nipple was a hard, eager pebble against my skin. I rolled it gently between my thumb and forefinger, and her whole body jolted against me. A sharp, breathy gasp escaped her lips.
"Ai, Mi amor… your hands…". she whispered, her voice husky and thick with desire. She arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly into my grasp, a silent plea for more, even though I have made her orgasm, seconds ago.
"Shh… let me, have my way with, them, Vera,". My touch grew rougher, more demanding. I kneaded her flesh, squeezing and releasing, loving the way she felt—so substantial, so responsive. This was a side of Vera she usually kept hidden beneath her tough, maternal exterior. The fierce protector of the family was melting into a puddle of need in my arms, and the power of that was a drug. My other hand drifted down from the couch to rest on the firm curve of her hip, my fingers digging into the softness there.
Despite the heat building between us, the conversation somehow stayed casual, which made it even hotter.
"So," I said, my voice a low rumble against her ear as I continued to play with her breast. "You saw the trailer, huh?".
She nodded, her head rubbing against my chest. "Sí… yesterday morning… with everyone…" Her words were broken by another soft moan as I pinched her nipple just a little too hard. "Dios…Ahhnn~ I thought it was a movie at first… it was so… aterrador… scary…".
"And?" I prompted, my thumb circling her areola slowly.
"And… fueincreíble…" she breathed out, her hips making a tiny, involuntary grinding motion against my leg. "So good. I'm… ahhhh… I'm so proud of you, mijo…".
Hearing her call me 'son' while I had my hand down her top sent a jolt of pure, illicit electricity straight to my groin. On screen, the telenovela was reaching its climax. The music swelled, the betrayed husband was drawing back his hand to deliver a monumental slap, the secret son was rushing in—
And the living room door flew open.