Broken Bonds versexoropherion

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*warning may/will contain misogynistic and homophobic scenes*
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June 26th had finally come and would be marked down as one of the most important days of Michelle's life. After five years of going steady, her and her girlfriend had finally tied the knot. The ceremony was small and quaint held at a small vendor just a mile from the beach. There had only been about fifty guests, which were mostly friends and a little bit of mixed family. It had been a long year of planning and organizing with her wedding coordinator, but in the end the stress and frustration had boiled to this day and it had been worth it. There had been only a few small hiccups that Chell's bridesmaid's had quickly handled, but otherwise the whole ceremony had gone smoothly. She had walked down the aisle in her beautiful mermaid dress to meet her soon-to-be wife at the alter, who had gone with a white jumpsuit that had looked stunning on her. They had a friend who was a local judge officiate the wedding and they had stood there, hand in hand, listening to the speech before they finally got to their vows. They had both been emotional expressing their love and devotion to one another, but then they had exchanged rings and shared their first official kiss as a wedded couple followed by the shouts and cheers from their guests. Chell couldn't be happier as she walked with Nora back down the aisle, arm in arm, beaming as she waved to everyone who had chosen to come here and support them. Both of them had family that didn't support their relationship and choices so the family that did come was very important to them.

After the initial ceremony, the two wives had separated. Nora had gone ahead to meet their guests at the after party while Chell changed out of her wedding gown. She didn't want to mess it up around the food and drinks, plus it would be much more comfortable to dress in the short champagne dress she had gotten for this part of the day. Dinner had been delicious and the drinks refreshing from the bar and everyone there seemed in great spirit. As she sat at the main table with Nora, many of the guests came up to talk and congratulate them. Every now and then, Chell would get up and walk around and talk with them, some of them being her two nephews, Liam and Logan. She had honestly been surprised the two had wanted to come, figuring this was not really their kind of scene, but there they were and they seemed to be having a decent time as they sat with her sister and their father. The boys were like two peas in a pod, rather close and always getting into some sort of mischief together. Logan was a little more laid back in comparison to his older brother, and possibly a little better behaved. Especially considering the many little run ins that Liam had had with law enforcement over the years. Hence why he had been on house arrest for a while, but with Chell's connections she had been able to get him allowance to be at her wedding. It wasn't the first time she had bailed him out of trouble.

Chell adored her nephews. Since she and Nora hadn't really decided if they had wanted children themselves, they had been the closest thing she got to it. Plus what aunt didn't love their siblings children? No matter how naughty they could be. She had often babysat them while her sister and brother-in-law worked or went on dates. She considered herself the fun aunt, the one they could trust to come to with any problems and she wouldn't judge them for it. In her eyes, Liam seemed to be especially the most fond of her, but she sometimes joked it was because she was the one to come pick him up whenever he got himself into trouble. Thankfully, Logan himself seemed to have his limits despite admiring his older brother and tagging along when it wouldn't get him into too much serious trouble. It was incredible to see what amazing and handsome young men they had turned out to be and when her and Liam had shared a dance, she was in awe in just how much height he had gained. She had even joked with him saying, "I'm gonna have to talk to your mother about what she's feeding you. You are getting too damn tall. How am I suppose to wrestle ya now?" She had laughed cheerfully, fond of the memories of her on the living room tussling with the boys, where she had once been able to wrestle them to the ground and win, but slowly and surely began to lose as they had grown. Now there was no doubt in her mind that Liam could win easily.

The end of the night had finally come and while she was supposed to leave with Nora to have their first night wedded together and then start their honeymoon tomorrow, there had risen a brief issue with transportation. Her sister, brother-in-law, and Logan had left about an hour ago while Liam had stayed behind. The boy's mother had given up on arguing with him when he was in a mood and with him being drunk, they figured it was best to give him some time to sober up. Hopefully. All her other guests were slowly returning to either their hotel rooms or heading home and Chell didn't want to leave her drunk nephew to the wind in hopes that he'd make it home safely. With a brief talk with Nora, who wasn't too keen on the idea but eventually gave in, Chell had decided she'd drive her nephew to her home. Maybe taking the long way with a cold wind on his face would help sober him up faster so that he wouldn't be a nuisance. He could stay there a night then she could get him a ride home in the morning before she and Nora left. Chell saw her wife off with a quick kiss and a brief hug as she whispered into her ear, "I promise I'll be there soon. I'm sure he'll pass out soon from how much he's drinking so he shouldn't be a problem tonight." She smiled, squeezed her wife's hand then retrieved her nephew from the bar.

"And that's the end of that, Lie. You'll give yourself alcohol poisoning at the rate you're going and I can't have that on my wedding night." Chell lightly scolded with a smirk on her face because she found she could never be too hard on him. He sort of had her wrapped around his finger since he was a baby. Hooking her arm with his, she gave him a strong tug. "Lead me to my car? After all you owe me now. I should be heading home with my wife and making love ya know?" She teased, knowing it would probably gross him out and if it did, she'd laugh at the face he would make. She patted his arm as they made their way into the dark and now mostly empty parking lot. All the gifts and decorations had already been packed up and would be taken care of thanks to her friends, which she made a mental note to send gratitude cards to everyone after the honeymoon. When he tried to head for the driver side of the car, she clicked her tongue and dragged him around to the passenger door. "Yeah as if I'd trust your drunk ass right now to drive. Get in and sober up." She laughed and slapped his arm as she pried herself away and walked around to get in the driver's seat. She fiddled in her small purse for a second to find the keys, tossing a few loose auburn strands of hair back out of her face as she started the car. She was a little disheveled looking from all of the dancing, but she was flushed and happy.

"I would say I'm grateful that you wanted to stay longer than your parents and brother, but I'm thinking you only wanted to stay for the free booze and not for me?" Chell snickered as she pulled away from the vendor and began taking off down the street. She would take the slower path, give him some time to cool down, which she helped by rolling down his window. "And if you feel like getting sick, please do it out the window."

 

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Liam Kalder was happy to be out of the house.

The wedding was beautiful by any measure, but to the young man, he had never seen anything prettier than the bar. Especially after having been on house arrest for three weeks already. It was a pretty fair sentence. But it was stupid he was caught. He would take the veritable slap on the wrist for being associated with a drug running gang instead of being implied at the one who organized it. Somehow he had taken the rap for about ten percent they found, and diverted attention from the remaining wares, that hit the streets hard. He had credits to cash whenever he got out, but it was absolute agony having to stay home with mom and his simp step dad. At least Logan was fun, even though he also got tiring after a while. But Lie had to stick it out since the only reason he got this lenient sentence, was because the judge knew his aunt.

Nothing was official, and there was a possibility Michelle had never spoken to the man about Liam, but just Liam's connection to her was likely why he wasn't in jail right now. Given the bastard judge was part of the ceremony, people figured it was safe to have the young hooligan attend.

And he behaved. In that he didn't run. He loved Chell. Nora had established early that she didn't like him, especially since he had his growth spurt, but he usually didn't care. As much as he appreciated Chell, he didn't see her very much anymore. He hung out when he could, but between his new loyalties and the family at large, not to mention Logan trailing after him, there was just no time. So he was happy to get this night with her. And to get to let loose a bit. That's probably why he overdid it. He knew he shouldn't, but being cooped up at home and having to be on his best behavior had fucking drained him. The first taste of vodka had been too good. He even had Logan try some, but as always, his little brother ducked out before it got too much. Logan was good at that, and Liam had always tried not to push him too much about it. Admittedly, lately, some of that sympathy and sense of responsibility for the youngest Kalder was fading. Maybe he thought Logan should be growing up, especially since he liked talking about what Liam did, enough.

He thought he was doing well until aunt Chell came to him. Her tall nephew was dressed in a suspiciously well fitted black suit, with a midnight blue shirt. The kind of tailoring that must have cost a pretty penny. The tie, which he had worn for her special day, was stuffed into his jacket pocket, and his shirt was three buttons undone. If anyone else had come to him like this, he would have swatted at them or worse, but even through the fog of alcohol, he knew to listen, and trust his favorite family member. Alcohol poisoning? This wasn't even the start of a bender, to him. But yeah, maybe he was buzzing a bit.

He held her to him once she initiated, and pulled his arm closer, and her in turn. He had really liked her in a wedding dress, and, as always lately, had thought inappropriate thoughts. When these events happened, it was usually easy for him to get away and sample the female offerings, but he had been too busy catching up on liver damage. He had been hoping for more time, since his closest family left, but here he was, being herded. Aunt Chell smelled good, and he buried his face in her well done-up hair on their way. He chuckled and extended his tongue at the comment of her and Nora. It was a face that was usually more sinister, if not downright threatening, but to her it may just look youthful and put-off. "Hey, if you want, I'm here for the show." Her and Nora. It was a bit of a strange joke, but strange thoughts were welling up inside him. It was about that time in his stupor that people got fucked, or fucked up. He thought about Michelle and Nora some times. It was both torture and tantalizing. By what he'd seen from their relationship, it was obvious who wore the strap. He thought it was such a waste of his beautiful aunt.

After her rejection of his driving, he went around the car, swaying a bit, and slammed his ass down in the seat next to hers. He even closed the door himself. But no belt as she started the car. In here, the entire space was filled up with her perfume. He sighed with delight when she opened the window for him, though, her red cheeked nephew reclined next to her as the wind made his black hair flutter from its still somewhat intact back-do and tugged at the already open shirt. His neck was long, leading down into the split blue fabric, and his sternum.

"Couldn't it have been both?" he asked, laughing to himself and rolling his head against the head of the seat. He had liked the booze, obviously, but not more than her. Especially when he held her against him during the dance. He had to try hard not to pop her tits out of that dress, or grab her ass before the music ended. The air from the window was clearing his mind. His family didn't know about the second wind he'd get around this time of night, no matter what he'd put in his body. He looked at the road coming at them, striped in streetlights. He huffed and looked her over. Her dress was lovely. He waved away the thought of him getting sick. He could hold his drink.

And then the light mood in the vehicle changed. Maybe it was the asphalt rushing by that he knew so well, or maybe the night just changed him, given how many memories he'd made in it, but he felt empowered here. Like there was a second self waiting to fill him up. He was steady, despite his hazed eyes. "Don't stop, Michelle." his voice was flawless, delivering the order. He unzipped. If she wanted to explain it with his drunkeness she could, but her nephew still produced a fat, long slab of meat out of the black slacks. The balls were heavy, hanging out, and he had no trouble starting to jerk that obese cock. He groaned and it lead into an exhale like he'd already cum, but it was just the pleasure of getting to air out his dick. He had done it in an almost absurdly natural way.

His other hand reached out to her, grabbing her thigh, as though to tell her to keep driving. But maybe, as he was jerking off slowly, that dark mass rising, lifting a bulbous, dark head, it was something else, too. He could easily reach the naked part of her thigh and squeeze it, as the car, despite the window opened, filled with the scent of his young sweat and hormonal, intimate musk. Bet Nora couldn't give her that. "Keep driving." he insisted, and, indeed like he was threatening her, though his eyes were a bit softer from the stupor. And, if she made any real sign of disobeying, the hand would slide up from where it massaged the inside of her leg, up under her skirts. "I just want you to know what a real cock looks like before your joke of a wedding night." he said earnestly, casual, like they were just talking about life, and anything else he could trust her with. He chuckled and looked at the road instead of her, got comfortable, and jerked himself a little faster. He was fully hard now, and even from where he sat, his cock slapped the lid of the glove compartment when his hand moved it.

He had always thought he saw something in his aunt that could blossom if he took away her soft and perfect life, and introduced her to some of his. Yeah. He was pretty sure he could get her to do anything he wanted. The assumption was amplified by the open bar, but those thoughts had always stirred in him, that power he had over her, and now, he wondered what other things she'd let him get away with. Maybe the house arrest had made him a bit more of a beast than he thought. But he sure as fuck wasn't going to let his pretty aunt get wasted on that fuck Nora. And he was three weeks in his dry spell, and kind of thought it was her fault for being part of the deal with the judge, even if the alternative would have been worse for him.

 

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Inviting Liam to her wedding was a bit like gambling. One could never know how the cards would fold and he could either behave and let the ceremony go as smoothly as she hoped, or he could make it chaotic. Nora and even some of her extended family had warned her of the idea of inviting him, but Chell hadn’t listened. He was her nephew and just because he got caught in some legal trouble and bad behavior didn’t mean he didn’t deserve to celebrate her big day along with the rest of them. No one was perfect and he was young, impressionable, and just because he did some questionable things now didn’t mean he couldn’t change and have a better future. Chell had seen many people come up from rock bottom and all they needed was someone who supported and believed them. She would be that rock for Liam, no matter the cost, and so far the gamble had worked out as he hadn’t done anything to disrupt the wedding at all.

Though Liam was clearly on his way towards complete inebriation. It seemed his favorite area of the wedding had been the bar. As much as she disapproved of the idea of him getting himself blackout drunk and ruining his liver, at least it kept him occupied so that way he didn’t get on Nora’s bad side. A chuckle left her lips as she approached him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, his height making her have to lift her arm a fraction to do so. He tugged her against his side in return and she openly laughed at the expression he had about her jest about wedding night. His retort made her snort and slap him on the arm. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” It was just a joke, to her at least, because there was no way she’d allow it for many reasons and mostly because it was just wrong as Liam was her nephew!

Chell was grateful Liam didn’t put up a fight as she guided him out of the venue and towards her car, even smirking when he pouted when he wasn’t allowed to drive. At least he was able to seat himself and close the door on his own, proving he wasn’t completely out of the game yet. As she began to drive away, she looked amused at his counterpoint. “I suppose it could be both.” But she knew he chose to be there more for her than the alcohol. That was just a fine bonus. Even though she was eager to get home to her wife and spend the evening with her, it did feel good to spend some one on one time with Liam. Since his house arrest and court, it had been a while since they had gotten together just to hang out and talk. Perhaps that was why Liam had gotten himself in trouble in the first place. It made her feel a little bit guilty.

It was quiet for a bit as she drove, taking it easy because she wanted to give Liam time to cool down and sober up and because it was night so she drove extra careful anyways. It wouldn’t do to get into an accident on her wedding night. She glanced out the corner of her eye as Liam spoke smoothly, ordering her not to stop driving and huffed with amusement. “Wasn’t planning on it.” She mused as she looked ahead once more, only for a strange sound to make her brows scrunch up in confusion. She looked back over at her nephew to see he had unzipped his slacks and had pulled his cock out, a fat large thing that seemed so unnatural for a young man like himself, and felt heat rise up her neck to her cheeks as she immediately looked ahead.

“Lie!” Chell scolded immediately as her grip on the steering wheel tightened, having almost jostled them in her shock at the sight of her nephew jerking off beside her. “Put that away and stop that nonsense!” Clearly he was drunk to do something so outrageous and bold and crazy in front of her. He may be comfortable with her and they may be close, but their relationship wasn’t like that! She didn’t know what he was thinking and she nearly jumped when his hand landed on her naked thigh and squeezed. Swallowing the thick saliva in her throat, she strengthened her voice despite not raising it. “You are being inappropriate, Lie, please remove your hand.” She wanted to give him a chance to obey, to prove to her that this was some alcohol-induced decision. She kept driving, figuring it was best now to get home as soon as possible and let him work this out of his system on his own in her guest bedroom. At least it was downstairs on the opposite end of the house versus her and Nora’s upstairs.


Chell’s jaw clenched when his hand moved up her leg rather than off at her instruction, felt his fingers gliding under her skirt, and she reached down with her right hand to grasp his wrist and pry his hand away. “Lie,” she said warningly with a mixture of a plea like she couldn’t believe he was acting this egregiously with her of all people. She shook her head in disappointment, hoping he had some clarity to see what was wrong with what he was doing. But his followup statement made her temper flare up at the idea of him mocking her preference and sexuality. “Liam Kalder! That’s enough. I don’t need to see what a ‘real cock’ looks like. I have no desire for one and I won’t have you mocking me or Nora and our marriage.” She had thought he supported them, even if he and Nora didn’t get along the greatest, and didn’t mind that she was a lesbian. Apparently he had some different thoughts.

Her fingers tapped irritably on her steering wheel now as she took a few turns onto some back roads, knowing they should be arriving at her home in about fifteen minutes. A sigh passed her lips as she heard his hand gliding over his flesh, the slippery, slapping sounds filling the car along with the scent of his musk and testosterone. It made her roll her own window down just to get some fresh air for herself and hopefully to air out the car. She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable at what was happening beside her and simply tried to play it off as him being too drunk to understand his actions completely. She always found a way to excuse his poor behavior, even now.

“I’m not telling you can’t pleasure yourself, Lie, but wait til we get home and you’re in private. Then you can do whatever you want. Just please, stop that.” Chell tried to reason, knowing yelling and screaming at him wouldn’t work. Yelling at him only ever seemed to challenge him and make him act out worse just to spite them. Sometimes he really gave her a headache, even if she loved him. “Are you feeling jealous of me and Nora? Is that it? Because we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately? I’m sorry if that’s the case. I promise after the honeymoon we’ll get together and make a day of it.” Her guilt was starting to bubble up as she realized her own neglect of her favored nephew might have caused this poor behavior, to make him seek a way to gain her attention, because she knew he wasn’t too close to anyone else in their family outside of his own brother.

 

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Through the fogs of the intoxication, he could feel their old dynamic. He did love his aunt. She was likely his favorite adult. And now that he'd joined them in that category, as well as his little brother, it felt more pressing that she remained so attached and kind to him, even though he knew the responsibilities of growing up could very well crush a softer spirit. It said something that his aunt Michelle had always remained this person in his life. Their relationship was genuine, at least for her part. Though, he didn't have that many thoughts to lend that, since they where whirling around in his head. He had overdone it a bit at the bar, but liked hugging her, and hearing her voice. He didn't have anything against following her, even if he played the grumpy kid a bit, going. He didn't like that she in some ways would be less his than she already was, and he hated Nora for it, but he was going to make the most of their small privacy now. When she was driving, she was occupied, right? He'd gotten the taste of the darker things in life, and he would say he was much more an addict of that than the alcohol he'd been consuming.

He settled into the car, and thought the thoughts he liked about her. When she confirmed his verbal order with her spoken, albeit playful obedience, he couldn't help it anymore. His cock came out and it was a fucking bliss. It was messed up to feel this good with his aunt next to him, but that was by design. Just knowing her perfume was in the car that his cock was seeping its own smell into was daunting. It helped the already filling meat swell further as its owner stroked slowly. It felt so fucking good, and it broke through the numbing tingles of his buzz. Aunt Michelle's reaction produced a pearl of precum on the slit. She was really cute when she blushed wasn't she? Did that whore Nora make her blush this way too? Her inner thigh was so soft and the fact that she didn't in any physical way try to stop him at first had him groaning, settling back further into the seat as he jerking himself faster. Her verbal lashings only underlined the taboo of it. He loved her, but who was she to tell him what he could and couldn't do with his cock. Her reaction was definitely more maidenly than authoritative. The always present rebel in him, that she knew so well and had encouraged many times, wouldn't even consider putting his cock away, not when it felt this good.

When she finally did try to pry his hand off, his strength was enough to keep it there. His fingers were able to reach the mound of her cunt still protected by her panties, if she had any, underneath that fancy dress. He looked at her with dazed eyes that were clearing by the moment as she scolded him. His brow pinched but he didn't stop jerking his cock, and didn't stop petting her cunt. But eventually he did let her hand win out as he instead leaned back and cupped his own massive balls, steadily moving his other hand over the now completely hard cock. He grinned to himself when she opened the window, which mean she was full of his pheromones. He shrugged about what she said. "Your marriage is already a fucking mockery." he muttered. He swallowed as a surge of pleasure rang through his cock. The alcohol and his natural self control could keep it like that, and make him last.

He looked at her and turned her way slightly, giving her an unobstructed view of her nephew abusing his own genitals, and doing it in a rather showy way. She wasn't even telling him not to do it with that much insistence. That's when he knew he had her. If this had been even close to a normal interaction between family members, she would have had the wits to tell him off harshly. But aunt Chell had always been wrapped around Liam's finger. He leaned forward a bit and let a glob of spit crash down on his cockhead, his following stroking leaving the protruding flesh-weapon glistening with saliva that smelled of whiskey and vodka. He liked the aspect that Chell's reaction to this would be to bring him home to her place. "I let you pretend things are going great with Nora, but how could they?" he responded at last, roughly jerking himself off to loud clapping sounds. The hooligan sitting beside her was not ashamed of doing what he was doing, and the daze was fast dissipating from his eyes. He had a goal now. "You're telling me Nora has something in her line-up of toys that even comes close to this?" he said and gripped his cock by its base and swung it around. It really did look too heavy for something that was attached to the young man by his narrow hips. It wasn't like Liam didn't know how impressive it was. He'd gotten it affirmed by both males and females since he'd started using it.

"You dykes are all the same. You want to think its about love, but then when you try a real cock, you get soaking wet and forget all about your 'love' when you're cumming your brains out." he said with a dismissive scoff. "And I think you know it too, Aunt Chell." there was some judgement in his dark voice now. The male pleasuring himself in the other seat did look every bit like a monster, now, in place of the nephew she loved so much. "That's why you don't wanna try me out, isn't it? You're content on leaving me behind so you can lap up pussy for the rest of your life, but you got a more than good-enough cock right here, ready to show you what you're missing." the bitter in his tone would reaffirm at least some notions she had of him feeling left behind. "You think munching clam between your tomboy husband's thighs is ever going to measure up? Maybe you need some real testosterone second hand to cure you of your current disillusions." He had worked up enough pree that it lathered his fingers, and he flicked his wrist at her, the potent liquid set to land on her cheek and that pretty dress.

"Whatever." he muttered and jerked on. "You can drop me off wherever. I thought you were better than the rest, but you just want me out of the way too." He kept his face pretty well, even though he had now figured out a strategy to get exactly what he wanted. He knew her sense of responsibility toward him, and his approval of her, was more important to her than even she knew. He was going to test just how far he could use it to his advantage. It wasn't all lies. He was pissed that bitch Nora was going to get to fuck his pretty aunt.

 

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Michelle had already imagined that the car ride home with her mischievous nephew probably wasn’t going to be a smooth ride. But she certainly hadn’t imagined he would just whip his cock out of nowhere and begin jerking off in her car with her right there to witness it. It could easily be blamed on alcohol, but his mannerisms and the way he so casually reached out to grasp her thigh told her there was just a bit more going on. It was entirely inappropriate whatever Liam was thinking and incredibly ludicrous that he’d even harbor such thoughts, but she thought she had enough authority over him to make him stop if she told him to in a firm way. Of course her tone wasn’t as firm as she had been hoping, which she blamed on the shock of the action rather than anything else, but as always, he wasn’t obedient, not even for her.

Chell felt his strong grip rise further up her thigh, making her body tense up as she felt his long fingers stroke over the mound of her sex. She gasped and instinctively squeezed her thighs shut for a moment, before realizing she was trapping the offending hand right where he wanted it to be. Her pulse raced out of nerves and shock over how bold and filthy he was acting towards her and her voice stuttered as she gripped the steering wheel harder, attempting not to swerve them off the road in her shock. “You are really overstepping your boundaries now, Lie. Knock it off!” She snapped, but her voice was quivering, and she hated how she felt heat sink to her loins, felt her thin panties become wet in response to the firm stroking. Thankfully by some grace, she was able to pry his hand from her as she tried to calm the racing of her heart and clear her head.

It certainly didn’t stop him from continuing to play with himself. Chell stubbornly kept her gaze forward, not wanting to engage with him further on the matter even though her car was quickly becoming filled with his pheromones. And the sound of him masturbating fiercely. It was making her uncomfortable listening to him and able to see him out of the corner of her eyes stroking his massive cock and rolling his balls in his other palm. She had never seen a man with such a large appendage before and it seemed impossible her lithe, thin nephew could carry such a weapon around in his pants. It was a crude mockery. His declaration about her marriage made her shoulders tense up and her grip on her wheel tighten to the point her knuckles went white as she finally turned her head to glare at him. She could glare at his face and NOT look at his cock!

“Well unfortunately Nora and I could care less if anyone thinks it is or not.” Chell snapped, hurt that he would downplay her relationship, make it seem like some kind of sham or game. That they weren’t seriously in love or worthy of the token and sanctity of marriage just because they were both women. It hurt that her nephew was treating her like this when all she had ever been was kind and supportive of him. She hadn’t known that was how he truly felt about them, even if she knew he didn’t care for Nora much.

Chell’s nose scrunched up when she heard and saw him spat on his own prick, saw him slathering his weeping cock up with the spittle, and saw it frothing up around his palms. It was gross and her expression showed that same sentiment. But then it broke and the anger of his betrayal and stinging words seeped out of her as he ranted on. It seemed the truth of his feelings were coming out now, how he truly felt about her and Nora’s wedding and relationship as a whole. It was wrong that he might bear any sort of jealousy towards Nora in an intimate way, but she understood how he might feel she was neglecting him, choosing her now-wife over him. Even if he was wrong on many things including the concept that she would be better off with a real cock over a toy, that Nora couldn’t compare to the real thing, for he was missing the whole point, but she could hear the hurt in his voice. She wanted to scold him again for his harsh, judgmental and even degrading words, but it was coming from a place of true hurt and that made her bite her tongue.


Chell just let him let it out, let him say his schpiel, because he obviously needed to speak it. It sounded like he had bottled all of this up for a while now and she just couldn’t comprehend where it was coming from. She could only blame herself for babying him so much, for going out of her way for him every time he got in trouble, and somehow had given him some sort of twisted look at love. There was definitely something more psychological going on that she didn’t understand and couldn’t explain how he would feel any such way towards her like this, but she had to fix it. Even if she didn’t know how. She felt responsible though.

They were only a couple blocks away from her house, but she pulled off to the side of the road so they could talk. It seemed this was something they needed to do and there was no way in hell she was just going to dump her sloppy, emotional, drunk nephew in the middle of nowhere. Putting the car in park and letting it idle, she twisted some in her seat to face Liam, all while trying to keep her gaze above his shoulders and ignoring the sound of flesh being beat. “You really think that, Lie? After all I’ve done, even got you out of jail time? You were lucky to just catch house arrest after the stunt you pulled. It could’ve been much worse.” She chastised and rubbed at her forehead. She had not drunk enough for this.


“I know you think I’m choosing Nora over you, but I’m not. Our relationships are entirely different! She’s my wife. You are my nephew and of course you are just as important as she is to me! Even more, because I’ve known you longer. Since you were a baby! Don’t you understand how wrong this is?” Chell waved her hand to indicate him masturbating still to her. “I’m such an idiot for not seeing this coming, I know. I’ve been too soft with you, coddling you. I don’t know how it’s come to this but I can see I went wrong somewhere along the way and I’m sorry. I’m sorry if my sexuality upsets you, if my relationship hurts you. I will always find time for you though. You know you are always welcome over to my house. Just let's stop whatever we are doing, forget this and pretend it's some drunk stupid mistake, and we’ll move on. I know you are better than this, Liam. Please.” She pleaded softly, eyes soft with concern and desire to just fix whatever mess they had just created this evening. She wanted to forget her nephew jerking off to her, to touching her cunt, and all of this and just curl up in Nora’s arms and remember normalcy.

 

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He knew her mannerisms. He'd tested enough girls in enough ways to know exactly when they had the guts to say no to him, and when they wanted to. While she gave a good show, it almost sounded like she was stopping him for her own sake. The inside of her thighs felt even better than he hoped. He'd been through a dry spell with the court shit, and jerking off by a woman felt really good. And the way she kept driving and then hugging his hand with her thighs also made his cock pulsate in his grip. Gave him extra time to wedge the fabric between her soaked lips, and stroke for more juices. He grinned and then dropped his jaw in dramatic discovery, when he felt first the heat, and then the telling moisture of his aunt Michelle's arousal. So she was just another woman, after all. She wouldn't even be like this if Nora knew her way around a dildo. He looked Michelle over, as though telling her that he knew something about her now, that she couldn't take back. It was as good as a confession to the confident and dastardly boy, who in many ways shared the same blood as her. His cock head swelled at the end of his rod, and his jerking helped.

"Yeah, but you want me to overstep, don't you?" he asked her when she still seemed so convinced her lie would work. He would try to fall in line with her when he could, but she had encouraged and secretly been amused by his mischief so many times, that he could easily construe this as that. There was an animal on the other side of her car, and it wanted her, and judged her for what she was doing. He licked the inside of his cheek as he groaned, continued lighting of pleasure shooting through his cock. Damn, doing it himself while Chell was here with him was better than actually fucking some other girls. Or maybe he was just hard off for so long. Either way, he knew where he needed to take this, and in the persistent vapors of the alcohol, it didn't just seem like a good idea, but the only possible outcome. Not just because he wanted it, but because he intended to make it happen. His frustration with not having it yet was expressed in more ire toward her. Why was she even prolonging this? He was going to have her, sooner or late, because his sights were set.

He stared at her when she snapped, and saw that she was distracted when he lubed his cock up for her viewing pleasure. It was fun having what she thought was a serious argument. He knew she was under the delusion Nora could give her what she wanted, but how many times had he fucked relationships into ruin. If they weren't stronger than his cock, then they shouldn't have tried to be together in the first place. And here Michelle was, obviously made to be fucked for real, and she was still going to tie herself up to someone who couldn't give her that. Her love was wasted on Nora. And so was her lying pussy. "You sound so sure but you're soaking wet right now, aren't you?" he asked with that boyish confidence she usually liked in him. There were more loud claps and even squelching noises when he squeezed his slick ballsack. His pree really was out of control right now. He didn't know to quell it as well as when he was sober. But Aunty Chell didn't seem to mind. This was the closest she'd been to the real thing in a long time. And never this real, he thought with his usual confidence.

He rolled his eyes when she turned off the road, and stopped. His mouth shrunk when she talked to him, real serious. She was really heartfelt when she reiterated their relationship, but somehow her earnest feelings only underlined more why he needed to have her, and if he couldn't right away, then he wanted a part of her that he could hold on to and quietly ruin as they went on. There was a version of Liam she might have reached when she pleaded like this, but the boy who was pleasuring himself to his aunt's lecture was not that. He would never get this with any other woman, their history, and the seriousness of this conversation, while he made it sexual on his side. But he also saw something in her that faltered, that he could use. She loved him, sure. But she didn't love him pure. He was getting to her and he had intricately scented fluids on his fingertips that proved that. "But I'm not better than this." he said, a steady pace to his handling of his cock and balls. She hadn't ignored him or kicked him out. He'd use that, he'd turn it into what he wanted this to be.

"If you and me are so different from you and your dyke wife, then why are you soaked, right now?" he asked, calmly. His brow raised before the daze returned in his eyes, mostly brought on by how good it felt to jerk off. He licked his lower lip as he looked her over. "You can find time for me now, Auntie. You were always honest with me, told me things others wouldn't. You took care of me. I trusted you." she wanted honesty, and he could use that. "Then how about now? You're about to live the rest of your life with some stranger who can't even fuck you right, because she paid you some attention." it was harsh but that's how he'd learned to get results. The girls he took always became broken. But he could make them cum on a dime. "At least what we have is as old as me." he said. "Just fucking look at me." he turned his hips a bit to draw her eye. "And spread your legs to let me see. If you're bone dry, then I'll stop this. I'll apologize and I'll be the best little nephew anyone ever had." he continued. He reached over to her, having to let go of his balls to do so, and undid her belt with a push on its button. "But if you're wet, then you got a responsibility to us both." he said and looked down as his cock too, so she'd know.

"Comon, Aunt Chell." he challenged, the confidence of the criminal that he was. He reached to swipe his cock-smelling, saliva and pree slick hand over her face, to further soak her in his primal musk. It lathered her upper lip mostly. It would fill up her brain. It seemed to be doing wonders to cure her of her lesbianism. "You want me to trust you, and listen, well, then here's your chance." And he knew that her wedding night lingerie would be absolutely drenched for him. Maybe even she would understand and admit it, if she spread her legs and had to face the fact that part of what he was saying was right.

"See? Why don't you just stop your fucking nonsense, and get over here. You don't have to pretend to be a damned carpet eater for me. You got a real cock right here." he was abrasive, and while it would be hard to take, he gave off a much stronger impression than her precious Nora, no matter how much Nora might try.

 

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This evening was going so far left of what she had planned. It was supposed to be an evening spent in the arms of her wife, celebrating their new legal union and bonding physically and emotionally. Yet here she was driving her nephew home with his hand between her thighs and him jerking off in the seat next to her. Chell was flabbergasted at how all of this had come out and no matter her actions to deny him, his fingers still managed to guest over her cloth covered pussy, brushing the fabric between her wet folds, and gathering the moisture there from stirring her up. Heat rose to her cheeks at knowing her nephew had just felt something so intimate and private, something that should never be between them yet here he was enjoying every second of it. Liam had always been a bit obsessed with her, but she had never mistaken it as anymore than them just being close because she was one of the few that didn’t try to ostracise him for his choices.


“No. I do not.” Chell responded firmly, putting some irritation in her voice towards his bold and obscene behavior. Her heart was racing as she felt overwhelmed by all the senses being triggered in her small car. The smell of his arousal, his manly musk, and the sight of his enlarged cock was a lot to take in for someone who had no physical desire for it. Liam was trying to convince her that wasn’t the case, that her desire for women, for Nora, was some kind of farce. A cover for her true feelings. That her marriage was a sham and a mockery. It stung to know this was what he truly felt about her and Nora and their relationship. That he might have shown his support by showing up, but it was only skin deep. It hurt her too to get onto her favorite nephew, the boy she had coddled and worshiped and put all of her efforts into it. It felt like a betrayal that he was willing to break that bond by doing this.


Her words and argument seemed to have no effect on him either. Even when she pulled over to express herself, that she loved Nora and she knew that was who and what she wanted, no matter what delusion he might think, he didn’t seem to believe it. There was only a waver in her voice, she told herself, because this was a situation she wasn’t entirely sure how to handle. She had never been faced with this before, least of all with Liam. She had seen him in all kinds of states, but this? This was something else entirely and staring at him now as he stroked himself, slathering his cock with his pre and his spit, squeezing and rolling his balls in his other hand so unashamed made her see someone she didn’t recognize. Who was this boy?


It made her feel guilt that somewhere along the way, she had failed him. They all had. Maybe there was something they had missed that had led him to be this way and they had ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious. Maybe she, herself, hadn’t taken his issues too seriously because she chose to love him no matter the flaw. And this was a flaw, a huge red flaw, and she tried to say he was better than this, but his retort made her go silent. Made her throat feel raw and thick with emotion like she could no longer read the young man she had watched and helped grow. There was a small voice telling her there was no point in arguing, that she needed to kick him out, let him cool off and get his mind straight, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just toss him out no matter how bad he was acting and that was the problem. She continued to enable him even when he was in the wrong.


Chell had never been too strong when it came standing against something when it was needed, especially with people she loved. She was especially weak with Liam and he and everyone knew that. Perhaps this just stemmed from his frustrations, of being alone on house arrest, and perhaps he felt she was the reason behind it. Even if it was much better than sitting in a jail cell. Perhaps she had been so focused on this wedding and her relationship, she had neglected Liam to such a point he got himself wound up and let his desires get confused, directing them upon her and feeling that was the only way to get close to her. She didn’t know, she wasn’t a psychologist and couldn’t figure out why Liam felt this way all of a sudden or why he was doing this, here and now.


“Of course I’d find time for you, Lie. I’m sorry if it felt like I haven’t or didn’t want to spend time with you. These past few months have just been hectic and I’m sorry you felt neglected. But this….this is wrong. This isn’t us.” Chell tried to reason, but she knew deep down there was no reasoning with Liam. Especially when he was like this. She frowned disapprovingly at his dismissal of Nora and their relationship and shook her head. “You’re wrong. It wasn’t just because she ‘was the first person’ as you said. It’s because we clicked, we bonded, we gained each other’s trust, we found each other attractive. It was right.” And she believed it wholeheartedly and her heart ached to be with Nora now, but she had a responsibility to her nephew and that somehow kept her planted there. Gave him the space to continue to get away with his actions and his words.


Chell felt a strange pain in her chest when he pointed out their relationship was a lot older than the one she had with Nora and that was true. There would always be something special about them and she couldn’t deny that, but it was different. It was supposed to be different and she met his gaze with a sad, almost desperate look. “I am looking at you. I see you, Lie. You know I love you. I’ve loved you since the first day I laid eyes on you, even though you weren’t my own son. I’ve wanted to protect and take care of you.” But her words only seemed to edge him on further and she knew she was only proving his point in his own little twisted mind. Her heart ached and seeing where and how she might have failed him, might have led him to believe this was okay, and now she didn’t know how to retrace those steps. To fix this.


She jumped a fraction when he pressed her seatbelt button and felt it slide across her chest and off, leaving her free of the restriction. She inhaled sharply in shock when he smeared his fluid-coated hand across her face, being overcome by the natural strong scent of his pre and his saliva. It filled her lungs and she wheezed as she tried to jerk her face away, a deeper flush spreading across her face and neck as she huffed at him. “S-stop, Lie, that’s filthy!” She argued, weakly, but it didn’t get her away from the smell nor the sight of him. He was determined and confident in his seat, like he knew he was going to get his way once again. Chell wanted to scream, if only at herself for giving into his demands every time he said ‘jump’. But maybe if she just got it done with, showed him she wasn’t aroused by him, then he’d let her be.


Alas when she pushed her chair back and climbed in a manner to spread her legs, lifting her skirt just a fraction as she looked at him with denial, she knew her panties would be soaked. He would claim it was because of him, and in a sense it was true, but not in the way he thought. Or at least she told herself that because her mind was a fog of different emotions. “You’re wrong Liam. I’m not pretending.” She argued because she loved women, loved sex with them, but it was hard to fight a body’s natural response to being touched, to respond to something intimate and sexual, and she hated that there was heat between her thighs leaving her panties soaked and clinging to her lips, making it hard to defend herself and the point she was trying to get across. “Why can’t you just listen for once? Why do you gotta defy everyone and everything?” She almost sobbed as she made no move to get closer to him, still trying to keep that line between them, not wanting to cross that threshold, even if it was clear Liam most certainly did and was very ready to.

 

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Her wet cunt welcomed him. As a young man, he thought the world revolved around him, he certainly had some hardships but he had always gotten the victories he wanted by barreling through every obstacle. Now he wanted Michelle, his beloved aunt and in many ways an even more prominent mother figure to him than his actual mom. So the taboo of it was very potent, when he found her lubricating at his touch. He didn't need more encouragement to fill up his ego on the matter. Maybe men's egos are the foremost fuel to bad things in this world. But he would say this was Chell's fault too, now, to encourage him. She wasn't kicking and screaming. She should have done more, now that he had his cock out. She could even have called the cops on him, because if she didn't want it, then this was harassments as clear as it could be. He could tell himself anything, convince himself of his darker whims and their validity. And maybe he would have reflected on that if he could, through his drunken vapors, but whatever humility and desire for real truth he had, was nulled the moment her cunt juices leaked through the fabric of her wedding day lingerie.

She said she didn't want this, but she said it in a way that made him want to do it ever more. He jerked himself off further after the car had stopped. This intimate space they shared was filled with lewd noises and the scents that came with them. He liked showing off to her, and was sure it was getting to her neglected brain. He wondered how much it made her lower mouth salivate to have a real thing waved in her face, instead of whatever factory molded toys Nora would have at her disposal. Chell didn't get good cock the way her grown body craved, let alone raw. It was a petulant male that tended to his large organ happily while she tried to assert herself, car stopped. But he listened about as much as any drunk does, when they think they're right. Aunt Michelle looked rather good with her distressed face, and still staring at the cock he was lathering up with bodily fluids. It was an uphill struggle even telling the best of youths to change themselves. And Liam wasn't even close to that. He was convinced he knew more about her than herself.

And while she did not back down on her love for Nora, Chell did retreat a bit about whether or not he was wrong in what he was doing and what he felt. She was easy to manipulate as always, and now he didn't have the inhibitions he usually did. The house arrest and the over all ordeal with taking the fall had been harder than he thought, because it had been so mind-numbing and eventless. He was dying for something elicit and fun. He needed some adrenaline, do something that hurt someone else for his amusement, and because there was so many emotions at stake with Chell, it made him want to do this to her more. Her distress made his own boredom feel better, to see and feel the impact of his actions and words. It was delicious, in fact, to know he could speak right to her heart, and break it. She had given him power over her, and right now he wanted to test how far that power extended. He did want to take over her, and steal her from Nora. She had given him so much. Now he was aiming for her body, good heart, and her relationship with the other woman.

So he pushed it further. Played into her weakness to him. And it worked so well. Suddenly she was sad, filled up with guilt, and making excuses for her behavior, even though she didn't have to explain her love to another person, and her devotion to them, either. But making her feel like she should, brought her over to his way of thinking. He couldn't believe Aunt Chell was such a sucker he could gaslight her even while jerking himself off. It inspired him to see exactly how tightly he had her wrapped around his fingers. He looked her while she spilled her emotions about the two of them. It was sweet. But he knew already. Michelle had proven many times that she loved him. And that's why he loved her too. But that wouldn't get in the way of him getting this itch scratched after a dry spell, brought on by the judge's decision. He didn't love her more than the idea of getting off inside her, right now, and he was going to work hard to get there. He just had to do and say the right things. She would crumble eventually. He just had to hold out until then.

Her face changed in a way that made him very hopeful when he smeared her with his cum and spit. She didn't even try to wipe it away. It was like it had reset her. It made his cock shoot a line of precum across the divider between them. His masculine nature was very eager to try out her supposedly oppositely inclined body. Her face was glistening with his fluids when she continued with her dumb explanations. His stomach stirred with elation when she actually did as he told her, and moved both her seat and herself to show him something he already knew. She was adding her own hormonal perfume to his cock-smells. Because those panties were transparent with her juices. He looked at her beckoning cunt through the now sheer material, a sight reserved for Nora, and then Chell's lying face when she went on to declare all those hollow things, while obviously being ready to be fucked, and be christened in something real and fertile and violent. His mouth shrunk, sceptic, as she carried on, until she finally said her piece.

"Done now, aunt Chell?" he asked like she was dumb. Her nephew was unstoppable as he made his way over, a bit cumbersome at first. But he got over there, even when his fat cock was mostly in the way. He nestled between her legs like when he used to just claim her lap to sit on, when he was younger. This time he spread her legs and lowered her seat further, until it became a bed. She felt the weight of the young man on her, and his intent in the heavy and hard cock pressing against her pussy. His hand simply pushed down between them, grabbing at her panties and yanking thrice, each time with a more pronounced rip, all the while his eyes stared down at hers to pin her. It ended with him tearing them off and holding them up between their faces. It was obvious her slickness had overwhelmed the cloth. "You're a liar, Aunty Chell." he said with a judgmental frown. He shook his head and made her eat her words by stuffing those panties past her lips so she could taste her own arousal. "How's that? Better than your wedding cake?" he asked and then just started moving her thighs, grabbing them on the outside with his hands. It was such a turn on to handle her like this while she was still in her wedding attire, even if it wasn't the actual dress she'd walked down the isle with.

She would find he was incredibly deft with a woman's parts, more forceful and more skilled with posing her than her precious Nora. His cock sniffed up her drooling cunt, and it had only been aligned to her married entrance for fractions of a second before her twitched forward, to thrust the bulbous head inside, spreading and stretching her womanhood. And after she gave him whatever delicious reaction he was owed for that, he'd start sinking into her, half his length first, to see how much of him Aunt Chell could take. "See? I told you real cock his better." he said with a strained huff, he was very eager to know how his aunts cunt felt, and was sure her sex life so far would have left her perfectly taut, despite being older than the girls he usually bent open.

 

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There were several options Chell could have taken to avoid where this was going. She was far too old to be gaslit and manipulated the way she was, but that didn’t hold true when it came to Liam. Yes she could have called back up either with law enforcement or his parents or heck even Nora might have come to her aid, but none of those thoughts crossed her mind. Mostly because she felt guilty of the idea of punishing Liam more than he already was in his daily life. She was supposed to be his escape, his safety net, his security no matter when things went awry and he might be in trouble, he knew he could count on her to come forth for him. She had promised to be by his side no matter what and she had devoutly kept that promise up until this very second. It was why her hands remained away from her phone and the quick way out of this situation.

Unfortunately talking and defending herself didn’t seem to have much effect on her nephew. No amount of guilt or her proclamation of love for her wife seemed to deter the young man from what he desired. Chell had no reason to disbelieve that Liam was the kind of guy who could be easily dissuaded from anything he put his mind to. If only he decided to put his mind towards more healthy and more appropriate actions than the ones he did. Alas she held no judgment, just remorse that she might have done something to alter his mind and his vision of love and desire, by putting it upon her. The one person that seemed to always support and love him without thought, without judgment. Perhaps this was a bit of retaliation against being under house arrest even though that had been a much lighter and better sentence than he would’ve gotten had it not been for her interference.

That fact didn’t matter, it just seemed to spur him on and he knew exactly what to say to get under her skin and make her see it his way. Chell was no longer looking at the innocent boy that always chose her lap to watch movies or eat meals with, who chatted on and on about whatever interest that had sparked his attention at that moment, who always dragged her around to show off his new skills and with whom she kissed his boo-boos away. No, she was staring at the young, healthy, virile man he had grown up into that was just as spirited and just as energetic, but put those things into entirely new projects.

She may have felt better after her spiel for a split second, feeling like she had defended herself, her marriage, and her love like a devoted wife should, but he was immediately dismissive. The tone in his voice was dismissive and arrogant, and it shut her up. It was like despite their roles, their age difference, and all of those factors, something primal in her reacted to the masculine aura he presented. It made her flush and frustrated, not understanding why her body was responding to it when she knew she was not so inclined. That she knew this was wrong in many ways, but somehow her body was thrumming with energy and fascination by the charisma and confidence leaking from her nephew like he knew a thing or two that she didn’t.

It was what she blamed for her action when she gave in and showed off her soaked panties, belying everything she had told him before. Her heart had lunged into her throat seeing the hungry, greedy eyes gauging her natural reactions to being touched. The look turned judgmental as he called her a liar and she balked, but there were no words to deny the truth. Then he was climbing over the center console, crowding over her and pinning her to her seat, finding the place in her lap that he had often sought when he was a child. But this time it was different. He didn’t have his back to her and he wasn’t quite so small anymore. She felt overwhelmed by the powerful musk that swept over her as he pinned her to her seat. The way her pulse raced was like a mixture of a galloping horse and the rapid fearful beat of a rabbit as she felt the way of his youthful, full, and too large cock weigh down on her thinly covered pussy. Just the sheer weight of it on her mound was frightening and how could expect to fit something almost cartoonishly big inside any sort of bodily cavity was incredulous to her. Especially as a lesbian.

His fingers brushed against her nude, wet lips as he tugged on her panties and her eyes widened when she heard the fabric ripping with each pull. “S-stop,” Chell weakly protested, but there wasn’t enough strength in words or her own body to stop the young man driven by his own lust and testosterone as her panties were ripped from her hips, leaving her bare and open to him. A throbbing mound of pale and pink flesh, generously lubricated with her own fluids, and any further protests were stifled by her panties being shoved into her mouth. She immediately bucked up and grew indignant at it, but any unhappy words were muffled around the wet fabric, tasting her own secretions mixed into the fabric. The telltale signs of her body betraying and lying to her.

Her manicured hands pushed at his broad shoulders, but they gave no budge as he manipulated her thighs open. It was such an easy maneuver for him that it was clear he was well experienced in the bedroom. She squirmed despite knowing she was well and fully stuck where she was, laid out beneath him, forced to submit to him as she felt his cock sniffing up her cunt. Her body tried to reject the advance, her brows were knit and her lips were curled in a disapproving frown around the panties bundled up there, but none of it stopped the push of his cock pressing through her wet folds. Her chest heaved deeply as she felt the first few inches breach her sex. She was accustomed to the plastic toys and their rather thick girth, but they were nothing like this. A hot flesh rod riddled with actual pulsing veins, wider than any toy they possessed, and scolding hot prying her open for him. No, it felt more like gouging her open like she was a fresh-faced virgin.

The stretch burned, pushing her limits of tolerance, as he pushed past her barriers. Nora always took her time, teasing her open and loose, ready for insertion. Sometimes it took a while and sometimes it didn’t for Chell to relax for it. Normally Nora played with her clit, other times focused on her breasts, but either way she made it enjoyable all around. It seemed Liam had one goal and focus, feeling her out, pushing and seeing what she could handle. She breathed out harshly through flared nostrils as she stared up at him with a mixed expression of hurt and an underlying pleasure. She would still feel tight for him, muscles clamping around his shaft and shifting to accept his presence. She hated that she was still wet, making the entrance smoother, and like her body wanted it when her mind and heart didn’t. Or couldn’t accept it. She trembled beneath him to accept all of his girth, feeling her hole burn and throb with the stretch, something that was almost new and illicit. There was even an ache in her chest, her large breasts heaving in their fabric confines, and hard nipples pushing against the lining, and it was hard to say it was simply because the relationship between her and her nephew had shifted to something taboo and wrong or from something deeper, darker.

 

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Men his age craved proof of their own power. Even if they knew the extent of it, they wanted to test themselves against the world. And every time they came back the winner, it built them. And, as Lie had come to know, the world wanted young men to triumph. It was part why he was on house arrest instead of in jail, facing harsher things. Not just his family, but the the system wanted him to have his second chances. And it wasn't enough. He could have gotten away with everything and lived a perfectly full life, going an honest path from now on, but he wouldn't. He craved the riskier things that made his heart beat faster and his cock fill up. He wanted to get all that the world wanted to give to him, and then pry more out of its claws for himself. The boy she'd helped raised was hungry. He was ambitious. And her body would respond to it. He felt an instant craving for her submission, as soon as the situation hinted at it. As soon as her female scent filled the car. He was hunting her, right there. She was his. His aunt, sure, but she belonged to him in a deeper sense. Tonight he'd make her act like it, too.

And when she was done with her speech and he was able to simply follow his impulse and make her shut the fuck up, something continued to stir in him. Their earlier interactions would never support this, and it was strange that he assumed it would work. But something between them felt like this was the new order of things. The night outside and the wants he had in his body, flowing through his chest and filling up his cock, they told him he had every right, and that the fact that he was stronger than her was enough. That she wouldn't reject him because she never did. That this was wrong, since they were family, blood related, but that because it was wrong, he should have it. There she sat, a person he'd always been close to. Why shouldn't he have her in every way he felt like? It was Aunt Chell who was misinformed to think that she could say No to him. But she was getting it, slowly. He'd give her the crash course, also. This new wife would become what she had always been; his. And he loved that she would be introduced to the real him, and her real self, on her wedding night. He would fuck all those lesbian desires out of her, fuck Nora right out of her pussy and heart.

And a lot of it was confirmed after she was shown her own arousal. It was more than he needed, but her passivity when she let him move from his own seat over to hers, showed she had fallen into line. She was succumbing to the natural way between them. His fat cock was a weapon, and it was threatening her into a freeze. He took his time, getting comfortable against her, while his aunt didn't do anything to stop him. Her body understood, and the expression she gave him, let him know that she was ready for cock, even if she didn't know it with her head yet. His cock was dribbling pree, and it looked good nestled against her cunt. A twitch from it as he looked down to see he was between the legs of his beloved aunt, made the slit overflow with even more precum. It looked pretty good. It looked right. Maybe he should have started fucking his aunt earlier. Maybe then she wouldn't have mistaken her relationship for Nora for something that was worth all the effort of getting married.

Her panties were nothing but shreds when he was done and he scoffed right in her face at her one word protest. Like she was stupid for even considering she had a choice. And her lips accepted his forced gift. More telling was that she kept it there instead of spitting it out, eating her own words with the flavor of her honest cunt. His cockhead felt the slit with her juices, and he was happy to have made a mess of the woman who used to be the only order in his life. He was about to undo that, and rewrite all their memories with this component. "Quiet." he whispered when she was made to eat her underwear, and he looked into her humiliated eyes. Through all this, she still didn't fight all that much. "You want this." he continued to tell her. Not that it mattered. When he was this painfully hard, either someone would have to suffer him, or feel the pleasure with him. Either way he was making sure he got the release he needed. And Aunt Chell had always been there for him. She would be forced to be here for this, too.

He looked deeper into her eyes, above that stuffed, frowning mouth, when her hands pushed at him. He challenged her to push harder, but she was already lacking strength, when her hardest efforts would have been in vain. He groaned with closed teeth as he finally opened her up. Oh, Nora hadn't taken care of his aunt at all. He sunk in deeper and exhaled. This was Michelle's body. "Fuck, you're tight." he said and continued, unstoppable. Eventually he would either reach her cervix, or he would bottom out. Either way he'd keep himself there, with his aunt full as he looked down at her face. He'd stuffed her. He breathed deep, still in control of himself. "You're doing fine." Like he was the teacher now. He pulled back, his ass lifting. And the retreat was almost as merciless and steady as his way in. Several full strokes later, his cock stayed rather deep instead of going back to almost bulge her pussy lips. He was stirring her high up in her stomach. Her nephew was fucking her vice-like pussy.

"You just have to let it happen." he whispered, confidently but also with the strain of pleasure. He studied her face as he thrust into her, to read the enjoyment that bubbled under her knitted brow of disapproval. "You're tasting your cunt juices. Just give it up." he encouraged, almost sweet, like she was a pet he was luring out from under its hiding place. It of course didn't help that the young man was giving her the dicking of her life. His hips were unaffected when he moved his hand to stick a finger in her mouth, hooking and pulling her now drenched panties out. He tossed them back over his shoulder to land on the dashboard. He made sure her legs were better tied around him as he proceeded to fuck her harder, her nephew's veiny, raw cock surging relentlessly into her formerly faithful inner. He stroked her face firmly as he admired her.

"You're not thinking of Nora now, are you? Your pussy is just enjoying what comes naturally to it. And you too. You're just made to take cock, Chell. I'm glad I got to teach you that." he breathed as he continued to abuse her womanhood, inflamed with the same familial blood that his cock was filled up with. "I told you your marriage was a joke. Don't tell me this doesn't feel better than whatever games you and Nora like to play." he said dismissively as his hand now grabbed her jaw instead. "Huh? Isn't that right, aunty?" as the words sprayed between his teeth he fucked her harder, the head of his cock ramming against her, showing off what skills he had in making her feel it. All the while he was saturating her in his precum. His other hand yanked at her dress, not really caring if it got ruined, as long as he freed her breasts for his viewing. "Look at what a woman you are. And you thought you were going an entire life without trying cock? Fucking insane." he was smug about it, but it was hard not to be, when he was getting to fuck her so hard, and for her to be drowning down there.