A muffled moan slipped from his sister's lips as her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of her pants.
Liend's own hand was still trapped against her chest—her grip forcing his fingers to knead the full weight of her breasts. They were massive, silky-soft, yielding with every press, his fingertips sinking into the plush texture as though they belonged there.
But it wasn't him—it was her. She was the one guiding his hand, making him grope her while she touched herself below.
Liend held his breath, frozen in place. Every sound, every movement told him exactly what his step-sister was doing right in front of him.
His heart pounded. Heat burned in his body. And yet—
I… don't think this is how it should be…
From behind him, his mother—step-mother's arm lay draped across his side—her fingertips dangling low, hovering dangerously close to where his cock strained beneath his shorts.
He couldn't help it. With his step-sister forcing his hand against her breasts, pressing and kneading them through his trapped grip, the pressure inside him built higher and higher. His cock stirred, swelling against the tight fabric of his underwear and cargo shorts.
Oh shit. Shit. This isn't good.
The rise was slow, but unstoppable. His length pressed hard against the layers, standing tall—until it finally brushed against them.
Her fingers.
Kiana's fingertips hung there from the side, and now his throbbing bulge pushed right into them.
Liend froze, heart pounding. The faint contact sent a jolt through him—whether accident or not, he couldn't control it.
Liend held his breath as his cock stirred, twitching on its own. The tip nudged against Kiana's fingertips—jerking up, then dropping, then rising again. The motion repeated, subtle but steady, seconds stretching into minutes as the unintentional contact burned in his mind.
In front of him, Aria's back pressed into his chest. Her fingers moved wildly beneath her waistband—the tremor of her motions traveling through the sheets beneath them, faint but undeniable.
Her other hand clutched his tightly, forcing his palm harder against her chest. The thin barrier of her top and bra did little to contain her massive breasts. The fabric only hid the hard peak of her nipple beneath.
She used him. Pressing, pulling, dragging his fingers over her tits—making him grope, knead, and squeeze while she writhed. Each forced motion made her chest bounce and massage under his trapped hand, every curve spilling into his touch as she fingered herself with abandon.
Meanwhile, behind him—his step-mother, stirred in her sleep. Her breasts, pressed snug against his back, shifted slightly as a faint nudge brushed her fingers. It wasn't enough to wake her fully, but it roused her just enough for her lips to part, a soft murmur escaping.
"Liend…" she breathed, her voice trailing off into the haze of deep slumber.
Her hand moved on its own, unconscious yet deliberate, closing around the source of that nudge—the rigid length straining beneath his shorts. The sudden, cushiony grip of his mom—made Liend's mind go blank. Even in sleep, she squeezed tightly, her fingers wrapping him in a hold that left him trembling.
The heat surged out of his control. His body jerked before he could stop it, hips buckling backward against his step-mother's waist. A violent tremor seized him, and then—helplessly—he released, spilling hard beneath the layers of his pants, shuddering inside the tight fabric of his pants, and her unyielding grasp.
From beyond him—his sister lying in front—couldn't hold herself back. The instant she heard her mother's murmur, it struck her like a forbidden chord, a taboo exposed. The exhilaration of being caught, even in the faintest chance of it, ignited her mind. Before she could think, her body betrayed her.
Her hips buckled hard. The hand clutching Liend's, the one she had been using to knead her own chest, tightened with desperate force. For the first time that night, her trembling fingers slid deeper, pushing into herself as she tried to smother the rising cry. But a muffled moan slipped out anyway, betraying her.
Her body convulsed. She crashed down against the sheets, her mind blank, vision dimming. Her lips parted in a wordless whisper, barely shaping a single name as her pupils glazed over.
"Liend…"
Behind her—Liend—who'd been waging what felt like a life-or-death struggle against Kiana.
No… that wasn't right. It wasn't him—it was his cock, and her fingers, locked in a desperate battle.
His length, having just erupted moments ago, soaked the fabric of his shorts and underwear with a deep, spreading patch of wetness. The release had seeped through, dripping down onto the sheets beneath them.
Kiana's hand—her slender fingers still wrapped around his shaft—instinctively squeezed tighter. A sharp gasp tore from Liend's throat. Th-That's… too much.
His heart thundered. The unbearable sensitivity of after-release burned through him, every nerve alive. His cock, drenched from tip to base in his own cum, smeared slick across his shorts and the sheets below—coating even Kiana's fingers in the thick mess.
But Kiana—for some reason—didn't seem to care of the mess she'd coated on her hand. Maybe it was because she was still lost in deep sleep. A moment later, a soft exhale slipped past her lips, her breath brushing against the back of Liend's neck. Even in slumber, she mouthed faintly, "Oh… Liend…"
Her other hand stirred, sliding forward to drape over him. She pulled him close, pressing his body tight against hers—her waist and her breasts molding into his back. Her palm cupped him firmly, her breasts flattening against him as her fingers—below, began to move.
"Oh, baby…" she murmured, lips parting in a drowsy whisper, as though talking in her dreams. "Don't… go away."
Her fingers, loosening just slightly from their earlier tight grip—started stroking. Liend held his breath. Oh shit, Mom… why now…
She stroked him slow and deep—tip to base through the thick fabric—before squeezing hard again. One stroke. Liend's chest tightened, lungs straining. This… this is too early.
A second stroke followed. He fought to keep control, but every nerve screamed. No… not the third…
Then it came. The third stroke dragged hard against his skin, her grip wringing tight around the tip. Liend buckled, gasping as his body gave in—hips jerking down into her hand. This time the fabric barely held; hot release pushed through, seeping past the shorts and spreading across his mother's grasp.
Liend gasped—lying in front of her—hard and out of breath. So much for turning eighteen this year…
Behind him, his mother—though still asleep—seemed to feel his release. Her lips parted against his nape, her voice a deep, drowsy murmur, barely more than a whisper.
"That's right, baby… Mommy's here. Cum all you want…"
She sighed softly, drifting back into the depths of sleep.