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The night air was thin—cold and dry—as it slipped through the slightly open window of a large, two-story house.
Inside, under the covers of one of the upstairs rooms, lay three figures pressed close on a shared bed.
Liend—a boy who had just turned nineteen a few days ago. Still a high school student, yet far from innocent. In this house, he was more a plaything for the women than a son or a brother. And if he asked for an explanation?
"We're not blood-related. It's fine, baby."Or simply, "You're my step-son."
Aria—twenty-three, already working full-time. A woman in her prime, more than capable of finding a boyfriend, and yet? She hadn't. Why?
"Because you're here step-bro."
And finally—Kiana—the mother. A hypersexual CEO with two children and more time spent outside the gates of Senior High waiting for her son than inside boardrooms discussing mergers.
Her excuse?
"My son's more important than any quarterly report."
Under the sheets, Aria groaned, her voice muffled and irritated."You forgot to turn on the A.C. again, Mom?"
A sleepy grumble answered back, barely audible."Just sleep already… it's already 1 a.m…"
It didn't even sound like her mother was fully awake.
Aria let out another groan."Ugh, how many times do I have to say it—it's already freezing outside, and you still forget the A.C.? Always."
No reply this time. Just the quiet hum of the night air.
She grumbled, tugging the sheets tighter."Why is it always me…"
Another groan."Ughh…" She slowly poked her toe out from under the blanket—
Instantly retracted."Too cold."
She turned slightly, voice softer but annoyed."Liend? You still awake?"
No answer.
"…Then go turn on the A.C., will you?" she muttered, half-hopeful, half-commanding.
"Zzz…"Liend—still knocked out cold from the sleeping pills his mother had given him—snored softly, lips parted as he slept soundly.
"If you won't turn on the A.C... then I'll just have to use you," Aria muttered, her voice half-playful, half-annoyed.
Still no answer.
Aria huffed and turned over under the sheets.
"Lie—"
She stopped mid-word.
Her gaze dropped—and locked—on something... slightly unexpected.
"Wha…" The rest of the thought never came out.
Liend's mushroom—thick and flushed—was pushed out from the slit in his lowers. His waistband had been tugged down just enough. And wrapped around his cock was a hand. A woman's hand—her mother's—Kiana's hand.
She was stroking him—firm and rhythmic, her fingers wrapped around his girthy mushroom. Liend's breath hitching in his sleep, his hips giving an unconscious jolt.
Aria's breath caught.
"Oh… mom…" she whispered, eyes wide, the heat suddenly rising inside her own pussy.
She gulped, heart thudding, watching the scene unfold before her in silent awe—and growing temptation.
"Ah… right," Aria murmured, snapping herself back before her expression could give away.
"I'll just turn it on myself," she said with a fake groan, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
The floor was cold beneath her feet, but it was nothing compared to the heat now simmering inside her chest—the heat from the sight of Liend's cock, pulsing and throbbing under the steady pump of her mother's hand.
She moved slowly, crossing the room to flick the A.C. switch on.
"Keep it at a low temperature. Not too high," Kiana's voice came from beneath the sheets.
"You're hot?" Aria asked, feigning ignorance.
"Yes… It's too hot in here," Kiana replied calmly.
Then just take the damn blanket off, Aria scoffed internally. Oh, right… then I'd see exactly what you're doing under there.
"Alright," she said aloud instead, tone carefully neutral. "How about twenty-four?"
"No, that's too much. Set it to sixteen," her mother voiced.
"But… alright," Aria sighed.
Don't blame me later when I end up clinging too close to Liend because it's freezing, she thought bitterly as she adjusted the dial down to sixteen.
"Fine?" she asked, glancing back.
Through the shifting fabric of the sheets, she could make out those movements. The unmistakable rythm of Kiana's hand on Liend's cock beneath the covers. But she said nothing.
"Yes. Come sleep now," Kiana replied.
Sleep now? Aria scoffed inwardly. When you're stroking him right next to me, and I can't even touch my own pussy?
Her jaw tightened. Just you wait. I'll take him from you.
"Alright…" she said at last.
She returned to the bed and slipped back under the covers, pulling the sheets over herself.
But the moment she did, Kiana's movements on Liend's cock halted. Her mother's voice — casual but thinly veiled:
"Pull the sheet down — it's too cold outside."
Aria scoffed silently.Oh, now it's too cold? Who was the one begging for sixteen degrees a second ago? Don't give me some flimsy excuse. I know you just want the sheets back down so you can keep going.
Still, she only nodded and did as told, turning to face Liend — who slept on his side, his face just inches from hers. She lay facing him, their breaths almost touching.
"Mom," Aria murmured.
"Hm?" came the reply — breathy and distracted.Kiana's hand was already sliding beneath her bra strap, fumbling to unhook it, even as her other hand continued its steady, frantic strokes along Liend's dick beneath the sheets.
"Why don't you just come out clean?" Aria said, her voice low but firm.
"What do you mean, Aria?"Kiana's tone suddenly shifted—dripping with honey, falsely sweet. But Aria wasn't buying it.
"Don't 'What do you mean' me, Mom," she snapped, keeping her voice hushed but sharp.
"Why, Aria?"Kiana's tongue remained sweet, soothing—even as her hand continued stroking Liend beneath the covers with practiced ease.
"I know what you've been doing, Mom. For the past few months—I know." Aria's voice trembled slightly, but it held conviction.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Kiana cooed. "If something's been bothering you, we can talk about it in the morning. It's already late. Why don't you go sleep in your own room now?"
"No," Aria replied immediately. "It has to be now."
Her gaze pierced through the dark."You coming to Liend's room every night, pretending it's just for warmth—giving him strong sleeping pills instead of light ones, when you know he has trouble sleeping… That's not right."
"Mm? What do you mean, Aria?" Kiana asked, her voice syrupy sweet—almost mocking—as she continued stroking Liend's now fully hardened dick. It pulsed in her grip, near its limit, veins thick and bulging under her relentless movements.
She didn't stop.
"Liend's like my child now, isn't he? What's so wrong about sleeping with him?" she added, shifting her hips slightly as her hand worked him harder beneath the sheet. "And as for the sleeping pills… he asked for them himself."
"I know that," Aria replied, her voice low, "But… this…"
She faltered. Her words caught in her throat she wasn't ready to say. She wanted to say this is too much, or you're pushing it, but nothing came out—just that one word, trembling.
"This…"
Kiana smirked—face hidden behind Liend's sleeping form.
"Sleep now, child," Kiana said gently, dismissively. "Whatever's been bothering you, we can talk about it in the morning."
She brushed Aria off—ignoring the accusations, the jealousy bleeding from Aria's voice. She turned it all into 'Just sleep'.
"Sleep… huh," Aria muttered under her breath."While you milk my brother dry… and I don't even get a chance—not even at night. You're always there. Always ahead..."
Her voice trailed off, quiet enough to not reach Kiana, who remained focused—her hand stroking his dick, slow but firm.
Aria shifted, slipping lower, deeper beneath the sheets, right where Kiana's hand had been stroking Liend for the last few minutes.
"At least I get the leftovers…" Aria whispered, bitterly. "Just like every other night."
She let out a soft sigh, eyes fixed on the scene in front of her.
"I really wanted to have him to myself… but Mother—she won't let Liend go. Not even to his own girlfriend," she muttered, lips tight with frustration.
"Ughh…"Liend—still fast asleep—let out a groggy sound as his cock twitched. Kiana's hand cupped the tip just in time, catching the thick streak of cum that surged out, pooling neatly in her palm.
Aria watched with a dismayed, resigned look.
"She covered it... again…" she murmured, disappointed.
Kiana brought her hand forward—Liend's cum pooled in her palm. She looked down at his sleeping face, a soft smile curling on her lips.
"I don't need any men… when I have you, my dear son," she whispered.
Then she licked her palm clean, savoring it."The taste… of my son."
Meanwhile, below the sheets, Aria had slid down—her lips wrapped softly around Liend's still-hard cock. She licked the foreskin drawn cock, that had been pulled back from Kiana's relentless strokes, as Aria ran her tongue over the shaft, cleaning up whatever's left. Replacing the cum with her own saliva, as she murmured against his skin:
"Too bad… I can never have the fresh seed…"
Kiana's hand finally slid down, as Aria pulled back—instinctively.
"Time for you to button up," Kiana whispered softly.
She tugged Liend's waistband back into place, tucking his now spent cock back inside his pants. Then, leaning forward, she pressed her lips gently to his nape, sucking softly at the skin.
"I wish you could accept me, child…" she breathed.
With a quiet sigh, she tilted his chin up and pressed her lips to his—deep, longing—before pulling back and settling down beside him. Her breaths grew slower, heavier.
"One day… one day, you'll be wholly mine, child," Kiana murmured, drifting into sleep, satisfied and content after draining him dry.
Behind her, on the other side of the bed, Aria hissed under her breath. She leaned in, capturing Liend's lips in her own—tight, deep, and desperate. Her kiss was harder, more claiming, a quiet growl rumbling in her chest as her tongue replaced every trace of Kiana's saliva with her own.
"I wish I could have you all to myself…" Aria whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I won't let mother have you all to herself…"
She leaned in again, pushing her tongue into his mouth, slowly—desperately—claiming every inch, savoring the taste of him as if memorizing it.
"You'll be mine… mine forever, dear brother," she breathed against his lips.
Then, as she turned away, her body shifted under the covers—her thighs parting slightly, her pussy glistening with heat.
"You'll be the one…" she whispered, gaze heavy with longing, "the first to enter me… the first to sate this need. I promise you will."
And with that quiet vow, she closed her eyes. The room fell into silence, blanketed in silence.