As I continued to watch, unable to tear my eyes away...
Aunt stood up slowly, her movements graceful and unhurried.
She stripped off her top, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her full, heavy breasts that swayed slightly with the motion.
Then she slid her skirt down her hips, stepping out of it completely, standing fully naked in front of Dad.
From my spot, I could see the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs.
She turned, positioning herself against the sofa, bending forward slightly, her round ass pushed back toward him in open invitation.
"Brother-in-law," she murmured, voice low and husky, "don't hold back. Thrust that big cock of yours into my pussy…"
Dad smiled, dark and hungry, his hands immediately moving to her ass.
He groped her round cheeks firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading them with slow, possessive pulls.
He spread them apart, rubbing the head of his cock along her teasingly, up and down, brushing against her entrance but not pushing in yet.
Aunt let out a needy whimper, pushing back against him.
Dad's hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady as he positioned himself lower.
He pressed forward slowly, disappearing into her bit by bit as she moaned louder.
Her body opened easily around him as he sank in, inch by inch.
Aunt moaned loudly, "Ahhh… brother-in-law… just like that… hmmm, so deep… so good…"
Dad groaned in response, hips rolling forward until he was fully inside her.
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then thrust in again, deeper this time, the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoing faintly up to me.
She arched her back, pushing back to meet each thrust, her moans growing louder, "Yes… harder… fill me… ahh, you feel so big…"
Dad's hands gripped her ass tighter, fingers digging in as he picked up speed, thrusting steadily, his hips slapping against her with rhythmic force.
Her breasts swayed with each movement, body rocking forward on the sofa.
From the ledge, it all looked so weird: adults moving like that, bodies pressed together in a way I'd never imagined, wet and urgent, her moans filling the air like she was actually enjoying it, like it felt good to her.
A strange heat stirred in me again, low and confusing, making my face burn even hotter.
My body was doing this thing, this hot, tingly feeling spreading through my stomach and lower, even though my mind kept telling me it was gross, wrong, something I shouldn't be feeling.
It scared me.
I didn't want it.
But it was there, growing with every sound, every movement below.
And then the thought hit me like a cold slap.
Mom… with Uncle Jun…
Had Mom done this too?
Had she bent over for Uncle Jun like Aunt was doing now?
Had she made these same sounds, these moans that sounded so happy and wrong at the same time?
I didn't want to think it.
But I couldn't stop.
The idea made the heat twist into something sharper, more painful, shame mixed with a sick curiosity I hated having.
My chest tightened, breath coming short.
I pictured Mom's face flushed like Aunt's, her body moving the same way, and the image hurt more than anything else today.
It felt like losing her all over again.
The heat was still there, unwanted and confusing, but now it carried a heavier weight, sadness, betrayal, the feeling that nothing in my family was safe or real anymore.
I pressed my forehead against my knees, trying to block it out, but the sounds kept coming, pulling me back.
I couldn't stop the warmth.
I couldn't stop the thoughts.
I couldn't stop watching.
My eyes stayed fixed on them, wide and unable to look away, as Dad thrust harder, Aunt's moans turning into breathless cries, "Ahhh… brother-in-law… right there… ahh, I can't take it… you're driving me crazy… I'm dying… ahh, yes…!"
The heat inside me pulsed with every sound, every movement, shameful and unwanted, making me feel dirty and small.
I wanted to run.
I wanted to disappear.
But I stayed frozen, watching as Dad's thrusts grew faster, more desperate, until Aunt cried out, body trembling as she came.
Dad followed moments later, groaning deep as he buried himself fully inside her and held there, hips twitching faintly against her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies still joined.
Then he pulled out slowly, and she turned to him with a satisfied smile, pulling him into another deep kiss.
I no longer had the heart to talk to Dad.
Once the office activities ended, I rose silently from the platform and left his workplace, my expression dark and heavy, like storm clouds had settled over me permanently.
The numbness wrapped tighter around me, but deep inside, a small, stubborn part of me still lingered in the memory of what I'd seen, unable to fully let go.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Not yet.
The images replayed behind my eyes as I walked away, the sounds echoing in my ears, the confusing heat fading but leaving a strange, empty ache in its place.
I had to know what came next.
I had to see how far this went.
Even if it broke me completely.
The steps down felt endless, each one echoing in the empty stairwell, but I barely heard them.
Everything inside me had gone quiet, too quiet.
But as I stood to leave, I thought I caught Dad's eyes flicker toward the window, toward me, intentionally or not.
A brief pause, a glance upward that might have seen me, might have known I was there all along.
My breath caught for a second, waiting for something, shock, guilt, a call from below.
But nothing came.
"So what?"
The thought drifted through my mind, flat and empty, without heat or fear.
Even if he had seen me, even if he knew I'd watched everything… it didn't matter anymore.
The feeling didn't unsettle me.
It didn't stir anything at all.
"It has nothing to do with me."
The words settled in my chest like cold stone, gloomy acceptance, detached indifference.
The family I thought I had, the adults I trusted… they were strangers now.
Their secrets, their desires, their hidden lives, they belonged to a world I wasn't part of.
And I didn't want to be.
Lingering sadness weighed on me, heavy and gray, but beneath it was only emotional emptiness.
No anger.
No tears left.
Just a quiet, numb escape as I walked away, the building shrinking behind me, the world outside feeling distant and colorless.
I didn't look back.
The building grew smaller behind me, swallowed by the gray evening light, until it was just a shape I could no longer make out.
I kept walking, hands in my pockets, the cold air biting at my face.
I used to think home was safe.
A place where nothing truly bad could touch me, where Mom and Dad were the people I knew them to be, where family meant something solid and good.
Now I wasn't sure I even had one.
The streets felt unfamiliar, even though I'd walked them a hundred times.
Everything looked the same, but nothing felt right.
My feet carried me forward without direction, people hurrying home to their own families.
I wondered where I should go.
Back to the house? To Mom, who had secrets I couldn't unsee?
To an empty room where everything would remind me of what I'd lost today?
Or just keep walking, somewhere, anywhere, until the ache in my chest dulled enough to breathe.
The sky darkened above me, the first stars appearing cold and distant.
I had no answers.
No plan.
Just the weight of the day pressing down, heavy and endless.
And for the first time, I felt truly alone in a world that suddenly seemed too big and too cruel for someone like me.