Yohan locked the door and climbed back into the bed.
Vivian was facing the other side but she could tell his movements from the sound he was making. She felt him lying closely behind her.
And then without warning, he reached over and grabbed her boobs, his hand squeezing hard, his fingers pressing into her nipples until they pebbled through her night gown.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, "Yohan… what are you doing?"
Her voice was low, barely above a whisper but she didn't try to stop him, instead gripping her night gown tightly.
"Uncle is probably going to stay out all night drinking, and I can't just leave you all on your own like that,"
He kissed the side of her neck, sending shivers through her body.
"Yohan, we can't do this…"
But Yohan ignored her, squeezing her tits more disrespectfully. He rubbed her nipple, twirling his finger at the dot poking through the gown, the fabric adding even more stimulation.
