Miss Brooks yawned, a wide, relaxed sound that signaled the end of a long, emotionally taxing day. She gently shifted the weight of the child clinging to her. "Oh, little man. I think we both need to sleep," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Let's get you comfortable, and then you can sleep right here next to me."
'Exactly what I was looking for,' Shaun thought, burrowing deeper into her shoulder.
She took a slow, deliberate step toward her bedroom door. The room was upstairs, away from the lingering sounds of the party. It was a soft, quiet space, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. She moved to the bed, a big, soft expanse, and tried to ease Shaun onto the mattress.
"There you go," she whispered, her hands supporting him.
Shaun's arms immediately tightened around her neck again, his body becoming a rigid, unmovable anchor. He let out a small, pitiful whimper, the sound of a child utterly dependent and distressed.
'Don't let go… not yet,' he thought.
Miss Brooks sighed, a mixture of amusement and weariness. "Oh, you little cling-on. You really don't want to leave, do you?" She looked down at her own attire—a nice, but slightly stained, party dress. "Well, I certainly can't sleep in this thing. I need to change."
This was it. The moment of vulnerability. The distraction.
Shaun maintained his hold but gave a small, affirmative groan against her shoulder, a silent demand that she remain the comforting constant.
"Fine, fine," she conceded, a soft smile touching her lips. "If you're going to sleep with Aunty, then Aunty has to be comfortable, too. You just stay right there."
She managed to peel his arms from her neck and gently lay him on the bed before moving to her closet. When she emerged a moment later, she wore a simple, soft nightgown. The fabric was thin and worn from use, its loose neckline slipping low, revealing the faint outline of her pale pink nipples through the dress.
'Holy…' Shaun thought, eyes wide. 'So soft… so pink… perfect.'
"Much better," she said, stretching her arms above her head. The movement made the fabric shift, pulling taut and then settling again.
Shaun stared, his mind racing. 'Perfection. This is perfect.'
She turned and saw him, his eyes wide and unblinking. "What's wrong, big boy? You've never seen a nightgown before?" She chuckled softly, crossing the room to the bed. "Come here, you must be feeling sleepy ."
She picked him up and settled back onto the mattress, pulling the covers over both of them. Shaun nestled close, his face tucked against her side, his mind tracking every shift and breath.
Minutes bled into silence. The day's events—the excitement, the wine, the emotional high of the party—finally caught up to her. Miss Brooks's breathing deepened, becoming slow and steady. Her body went utterly slack against the pillows. She was out.
'Finally… now,' Shaun thought, a thrill coursing through him. 'Time to feel everything.'
He moved slowly, fingers pushing against the nightgown, inch by inch. The fabric resisted, but he persisted.
'Move… faster… don't wake her…'
His hand slipped beneath the cloth. The warmth, softness, and slight resistance of her skin sent a jolt through him.
'God… feels so good…'
He eased the first breast free, lips brushing the soft skin. Slowly, he latched on, sucking gently. His tiny hand cupped and guided, fingers pressing and kneading.
'Mmm… yes… just like that…'
A faint, warm moan escaped him, muffled against her skin.
Miss Brooks stirred slightly, a soft, unconscious moan slipping from her lips.
'Hhh…'
Encouraged, Shaun reached for her other breast, cupping it gently. His fingers brushed the pale pink nipple through the thin fabric, rubbing softly, teasing, testing.
'So soft… so pink… feels perfect… fuck…'
He alternated, one hand cupping and squeezing, the other guiding his lips, pulling and pressing. Every small movement made her body respond subtly, a shiver, a quiet, muffled sound leaving her lips.
'Mmm… so good… want it all…'
The rhythm settled, slow and deliberate. Each touch, each suck, each soft moan added to the heat rising in him.
He continued, alternating, exploring, feeling every curve, every warmth.
'Ah… oh…'
Her low, soft moans grew slightly, but she remained asleep, arm tightening around him instinctively, pulling him closer.
Just as he leaned in, a sound sliced through the silence of the house—a man's heavy footsteps, echoing in the hallway and drawing closer to the room.
Shaun froze, heart hammering. He snatched his hand back and desperately tried to shove the exposed flesh back under the nightgown, fumbling with the cloth.
The door handle turned. "Darling? Where are you?"
Shaun recognized the voice: it was Miss Brooks's husband, Richard.
Richard stepped into the room, his eyes adjusting to the low light. He saw his wife in bed and the infant clinging to her. "What's Shaun doing still here?" he asked, his voice low and confused. He walked closer and his gaze fell on his wife's chest.
He paused, a slight frown creasing his brow. A small section of her breast, and the pale pink tip of her nipple, had escaped the loose neckline of her gown.
"You're so open," he muttered, his tone shifting to mild, affectionate irritation. "What if someone had walked in?" He reached down, his fingers gently pushing the exposed skin and cloth back into place, ensuring she was covered.
"Shaun," Richard said softly, turning his attention to the child. "Let's get you back to your mother." He reached out to lift the baby.
'Hell no, motherfucker,' Shaun thought, his jaw clenching. He instantly locked his arms and legs around Miss Brooks's torso, clamping down with a tight, reflexive grip of a child who had chosen his refuge and refused to be moved.
Richard tugged gently. "Come on, kiddo. Don't be difficult."
Shaun's grip was shockingly tight. Richard tried again, a little harder, but the baby held fast, burying his face into Miss Brooks's shoulder and letting out a muffled protest.
Miss Brooks stirred, a soft, confused sound leaving her lips. "Hmm? Richard? What are you doing?" she mumbled, her eyes still half-closed.
"I'm trying to take Shaun back to his mother. They left hours ago," Richard explained.
She waved a dismissive hand. "No, no. Leave him. Cassandra said she'd be back later. He's fine here."
"But, honey, you're going to be uncomfortable all night with him wrapped around you like that," he protested, his voice low.
Miss Brooks opened one eye and looked at her husband, her tone hardening just a fraction. "Just leave him, Richard. Honestly, I'm happy to hold him. At least the child isn't running away from my side."
The sentence hung in the air—an icy, pointed barb. Richard said nothing. He stared at his wife for a long moment, a flicker of something painful crossing his face. Without another word, he turned and quietly left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
Shaun let out a silent sigh of relief that shook his tiny body. 'Now, to finish what I started.'
Miss Brooks was deeply asleep again, the recent drama failing to breach her exhaustion.
This time, the movement was easier. The nightgown, already loose, shifted with his touch. He traced the curve of her first breast with careful fingers, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. He paused, testing, then leaned closer, brushing his lips against the soft skin.
A shiver ran through him at the touch. Slowly, he opened his mouth and pressed against her, adjusting until he found the right spot. He lingered, learning the shape with tentative movements.
A faint, warm trickle greeted him. He sucked gently, unsure at first, letting his body follow the rhythm. Each movement drew a little more, his tiny hands cupping and guiding her breast, exploring the soft weight.
Shaun let out a small, muffled sound.
'Mmm…'
He paused for a moment, listening, then continued. Each motion was deliberate, careful, drawing her warmth deeper into him. His fingers applied gentle pressure, guiding her flesh, learning the rhythm.
Another sound escaped him, a tiny, urgent moan.
'Ah…'
Miss Brooks stirred slightly, her sleep light but unbroken. A low, soft sound of pleasure slipped from her lips.
'Hnn…'
Her body shifted instinctively, her arm tightening around him for a moment, pulling him closer even as she remained asleep.
Shaun slowly reached for her other breast, cupping it gently, his fingers brushing the pale pink nipple through the thin fabric. He began to rub softly, teasing, testing, exploring.
'So soft… so pink… feels so good…'
He alternated, one hand cupping and squeezing lightly, the other hand guiding his lips, pulling and pressing. Every small movement made her body respond subtly, a shiver, a quiet, muffled sound leaving her lips.
'Hhh…fuck…'
The nightgown shifted under his hands, the thin fabric giving him every sensation. He leaned closer, brushing against her skin, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath him.
'God… she tastes so good… feels so warm… want it all…'
Her soft moans, unconscious and low, encouraged him. He felt a thrill in his chest as he continued, exploring and experimenting, hands and mouth moving with careful deliberation.
'She doesn't even know… she has no idea…'
He continued, shifting, alternating, letting himself feel every curve, every warmth, every response, his body moving with an instinctive, slow rhythm.
'Mmm…yes…'
The slow, teasing buildup finally reached a natural, steady flow. He continued, cupping, sucking, feeling, letting himself be carried by the warmth and the sensation, each small moan punctuating the quiet room.
Then, a strange feeling washed over Shaun's mind, overriding the focus of the moment. A clear, soft voice filled his thoughts.
[Congratulations, Host]
[New Feature Unlocked: Sin Store]
[You have earned access to the forbidden market.]
Shaun blinked his baby eyes, a wave of confusion washing over a warm, dizzying pleasure.
'All that fucking stress for this?'