Chapter 13: Want a Closer Look?
Aunt Vivian's flirty question made my heart pound wildly. I blinked, my brain going blank for a second before I stammered softly.
"Huh…?"
Without giving me a chance to refuse, Aunt Vivian let out a soft giggle. Her warm hand, wrapped around my arm, gently but firmly pulled me forward.
My hesitant steps were now pushed closer to the low wooden fence.
The distance that had been several steps away was now just a meter.
Now I could see everything with perfect clarity.
The village man kept pounding Siti with a strong, rough rhythm. Every thrust of his hips produced a loud, wet smack, while Siti's large breasts swung wildly in time with the motion.
Sweat glistened on her tanned skin, making her body shine under the morning sunlight.
The thick scent of sex—mixed with sweat and bodily fluids—immediately hit my nose, making me swallow hard without realizing it.
*Gulp—*
My pants suddenly felt extremely tight.
My erection, which had only been half-hard before, was now fully stiff, clearly pressing against the linen fabric.
Siti, who was enjoying every powerful thrust, glanced toward us.
Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, widened slightly when she saw me. Her voice came out broken and breathless from the man's relentless pounding behind her.
"A-ahh… that's… Clara's little one? What's with him today…?"
Aunt Vivian smiled faintly and answered in a slightly sad but calm tone.
"This boy lost his memory after getting sick last night. He doesn't remember anything anymore."
Hearing the explanation, Siti's expression changed. Behind her flushed, aroused face, there was a hint of surprise and pity.
She turned toward me while still moaning softly.
"What a shame… Are you still feeling any pain, sweetheart?"
I felt my heart beat even faster. My eyes darted away slightly as my voice came out soft and nervous.
"I… I'm fine, Aunt Siti. I just lost my memory, that's all."
Siti nodded slowly, her breathing still ragged. She didn't say much more, focusing instead on enjoying every thrust that kept coming.
Though a brief note of sadness had appeared, Aunt Vivian quickly lightened the mood with a brighter voice.
"But look on the bright side," she said, glancing downward right at the obvious bulge in my pants.
"This boy isn't shy like he was yesterday."
Siti glanced at the same spot, then chuckled softly between her moans.
"Ohhgg~~♡ That's true… This little guy used to run away scared the moment he saw a woman's body. Now… hmm, he looks completely different."
Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants again, this time lingering longer.
Her pupils dilated slightly, a clear mix of surprise and interest.
Even in the middle of her own pleasure, she couldn't hide her reaction.
Aunt Vivian laughed quietly, her voice low and full of teasing.
The hand that had only been wrapped around my arm now slid down slowly. Her fingertips traced my waist with a light touch that made my hairs stand on end.
"Quite the difference, right?" she murmured in my ear, her warm breath brushing my skin.
"He used to be so embarrassed. Now… just look at this. Already this hard just from watching people fuck by the roadside."
Her fingers grew bolder, pressing right over the strained linen fabric.
She rubbed gently with her palm, feeling the strong throbbing of my erection. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back a small moan that nearly escaped.
Siti chuckled again, her voice breaking into a long groan as the man behind her thrust even deeper.
"Aduh… looks like it's pretty big too… Clara must be so happy to have a son like this now."
My face instantly grew hot. Shame and arousal swirled together in my chest.
I wanted to hide it, but my body reacted even stronger—my cock pulsed hard under Aunt Vivian's touch.
"Auntie… people can see us here…" I muttered softly, my voice almost disappearing.
"Just let them see," Aunt Vivian replied casually, her smile mischievous.
"In this village, everyone's used to it. No need to hide anything. See? Aunt Siti doesn't mind at all, does she?"
Siti answered with a long moan, her eyes still occasionally glancing hungrily at my crotch with an undisguised lustful stare.
In that doggy-style position, Aunt Siti took the man's powerful hip thrusts, her vagina being roughly claimed.
The juices dripping from her swollen red entrance fell onto the ground, soaking the grass as if feeding its growth.
Aunt Vivian pressed and stroked up and down over my pants again with a seductive gaze.
"We'll continue this somewhere more comfortable later," she whispered softly in my ear.
"At Auntie's house… you can let everything out. Auntie wants to see just how big her nephew is… with my own hands." She slowly pulled her hand away, eyes still teasing.
"Come on, sweetheart… let's keep walking this morning. Auntie's house isn't far."
"Hmm…" I answered softly, feeling excited by Aunt Vivian's earlier words.
Siti weakly waved with one hand, her voice still broken by moans.
"Come visit my house sometime… okay, kid…"
I could only nod nervously. My legs felt both light and heavy at the same time as Aunt Vivian pulled me away from the fence.
Behind us, the wet sounds of "plak… plak… plak…" and Siti's moans still faintly followed our steps toward Aunt Vivian's house.
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