I don't know how long I stayed on that ledge after the kiss began.
Time lost all meaning...
The cold concrete had numbed my legs, but I barely felt it. The wind picked up, tugging at my clothes, yet I didn't shiver.
Everything inside me had already gone cold.
The sharp pain that had stabbed me at the hospital, the panic that had driven me here, it had all drained away, leaving only a dull, heavy emptiness.
My body was there, curled on the narrow platform, but my mind felt far away, floating in a gray haze where nothing quite reached me.
Sounds from below drifted up faintly, but they seemed muffled, like they belonged to another world.
I didn't cry anymore.
I didn't feel the need to run.
I just stayed, small and unseen, staring down as the scene below unfolded.
The kiss deepened.
Aunt pushed her tongue fully into Dad's mouth with slow, hungry eagerness, and he welcomed it, his own tongue meeting hers in a practiced, familiar rhythm.
Their lips pressed together, full and soft, parting wider as the kiss grew deeper.
The wet sounds of their kiss filled the quiet office: soft smacks, low hums, the slick slide of tongues tasting each other.
Dad's hand slipped under her coat, kneading her breast firmly, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Aunt let out a soft "mmh~" against his lips, the moan low and needy, vibrating between them.
They kissed like that for what felt like forever to me, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe a full minute, lost in each other, mouths moving slowly, deeply, as if they had all the time in the world.
When they finally parted, their lips glistened, a thin trail of saliva breaking between them.
Aunt smiled, slow and satisfied, her lips swollen and wet.
She didn't wipe it away.
Neither did he.
Instead, she lowered her head, unzipped his pants, and freed him.
His thick cock sprang out, already hard and throbbing, the swollen head brushing warmly against her cheek as it sprang free.
She smiled seductively, eyes locked on his, and wrapped her fingers around the base.
She began stroking him with slow, deliberate pulls, her hand gliding smoothly from base to tip.
Her fingers formed a loose, warm ring around the shaft, squeezing gently just below the head on each upstroke before loosening on the way down.
She twisted her wrist lightly at the crown every time, spreading the bead of precum to make the motion slicker and smoother.
Her thumb brushed over the sensitive underside now and then, circling the ridge in small, teasing motions.
A strange warmth started to stir in my stomach, low and uncomfortable, confusing me completely.
I didn't understand why my body was reacting this way, why something hot and tingly was spreading through me when I'd never felt anything like it before.
It was the first time I'd ever seen something like this in real life, not just words in a book.
The books had made it sound exciting or mysterious, but this was just… strange.
My face felt hotter, my heart beating faster, and I shifted on the cold ledge without knowing why.
I didn't like it.
I didn't want it.
But I couldn't stop it.
The feeling was new and scary, like my body was doing something on its own, separate from what my mind could control.
I just sat there, small and hidden, staring down with wide eyes, caught between the warmth I didn't understand and the heavy sadness that was starting to creep in behind it.
She looked up at Dad for a moment, eyes filled with desire, then lowered her head.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, soft and wet, stretching as she took him in slowly.
Dad's breath hitched sharply the instant her warm mouth closed around him.
His hands moved to the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair, guiding her with light pressure.
Her tongue glided along the underside, pressing flat and curling around the ridges as she sank deeper, moving in a steady rhythm.
Her head bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing slightly with each pull.
Her free hand slid lower, cupping his balls with careful fingers.
She massaged them gently, rolling them in her palm, squeezing just enough to make Dad's thighs tense and his hips lift toward her.
He groaned low, his grip tightening in her hair as she took him deeper.
The head of his cock nudged the back of her mouth on every downstroke, then slipped further, pushing smoothly into her throat.
She held him there for a moment each time, her throat tightening in subtle contractions around him, before she pulled back slowly and sank down again, taking him fully once more.
Watching them, the heat inside me grew stronger, shameful and unwanted, making my face burn red, while every part of me twisted in disgust.
The wet, slurping sounds drifted up louder now, messy, animal-like, her mouth sliding up and down with saliva coating everything.
Her throat made soft, gagging noises when she took him too deep, but she didn't stop; she pushed further, cheeks bulging, eyes watering a little as the head forced its way past her tongue.
Dad's hips bucked harder, fingers tangled roughly in her hair, holding her down longer each time, his low grunts mixing with the slick, choking sounds from her throat.
It was sloppy, raw, nothing clean or pretty, her lips red and swollen, face flushed and shiny with effort.
The whole thing looked filthy, degrading, like something dirty and secret that should stay hidden.
And yet my body kept betraying me, the confusing heat pulsing hotter with every disgusting sound and movement, making me hate myself even more for feeling it.
I wanted to throw up.
I wanted to run.
But I stayed frozen, small and sick, watching the people I loved most turn into something ugly and unrecognizable.
It went on like that for what felt like five or ten minutes, her steady rhythm, his hips rising to meet her, the faint wet sounds drifting up to me.
Dad's breathing grew rougher, thighs tightening, fingers pressing firmer to guide her faster.
When he was close, his hips jerked upward, thrusting deeper into her throat.
He held her there with a muffled groan, body tensing as he came against the back of her mouth.
She swallowed steadily, throat moving visibly, taking everything until he relaxed.
Then she pulled back slowly, lips sealed tight around him, cleaning him with soft licks until he slipped free.
She licked her lips clean, swallowing the last traces with a satisfied hum.
My eyes stayed fixed on them as I continued to watch, unable to tear myself away even though every second carved the ache deeper.
They looked comfortable.
Like this was normal for them.
Like it was nothing.
The disgust settled heavy in my stomach, but it was quieter now, muffled under layers of numbness.
I felt small, smaller than ever, curled on that ledge in the shadows.
The adults I'd trusted most, the ones who were supposed to protect me, had secrets I was never meant to see.
And now that I had seen them, there was no going back.
No fixing it.
No pretending.
Just me, alone with the truth, and a heart that didn't know how to beat the same way anymore.
The numbness wrapped tighter around me, but deep inside, a small, stubborn part of me still watched, still waited, unable to stop.
I couldn't leave.
Not yet.
Not while they were still there, still moving, still lost in each other.
I had to see it through.
I had to know how far it would go...