The Omnistore System

Chapter 343 No sex, no oral : A promise between aunt and nephew (R-18)

Cleaning the slimy stuff off her hands, Emma muttered to herself, 'It's so thick? How could he cum this much? How far did it go?' These thoughts kept reminding her of the more shameful deed than him adding sleeping potions to their food. But thinking about the intention of helping behind it, she shook it off her mind.

As she focused on cleaning her hands again, her breasts still exposed, Kevin's eyes were drawn to her. Instinctively, he moved closer behind her.

Kevin had lied to her; he only spiked the plates of Riya and the others, not hers. His aim was to affect them, but luck was on his side when Emma followed him out of the tent. Convincing her in the tent would have been more challenging since they wouldn't be alone, and she might have felt more uncomfortable, which tends to make things more difficult.

As he gazed at her, Kevin noticed her breasts peeking out from her clothes, illuminated by the gentle moonlight. The soft curve of her flesh, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed—it was a sight that captivated him. Her nipples, once pert and aroused, now seemed to shrink slightly as the arousal faded with time. Yet, even in the dim light, they retained a delicate allure, inviting his touch.

Now that he had completed the first part of his plan to get into his auntie's pants, he moved on to the second part. Initially, he had planned to do this one or two days later, but unable to control his urges, Kevin reached out and gently cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. He could feel his arousal growing once more, pulsing beneath the fabric of his pants.

Emma was surprised by Kevin's sudden action, his hands squeezing her breasts without warning. Before she could even question his actions, he spoke up. "aunty, I'm hard again..."

As various excuses to refuse Kevin flooded her mind, Emma felt torn. She considered suggesting they return to the tent or the possibility of someone stumbling upon them. Yet, these excuses seemed feeble after having already aided him with a handjob. With a resigned sigh, she rose from the riverbank. Still facing away from him, she pondered, 'Should I do it again?' Meanwhile, Kevin pressed his erect penis against her buttocks, his hands squeezing her breasts as he asked, "Can you help me again?"

With a blush staining her cheeks, she gently nudged him back to ease off from pressing his hard length against her buttocks. "First, promise me something?" she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"What's that?" Kevin replied, pressing her breasts together while his breath tickled her neck, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Despite the dropping temperature, she didn't feel the cold anymore. "First, you can't tell anyone about this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I promise I won't," Kevin assured her.

"Second, from now on, I'll help you relieve your pain, but only twice a day until you're away from your girlfriend," she continued.

Kevin looked thoughtful and asked, "Is there room for one more time?"

"Okay, three times a day then, but I'll decide when to ask, and it's me who decides when," emma agreed, feeling his hips grinding against her more forcefully, continued, "Third and most important, no sex. No vaginal, anal, or oral. You can't force me to accept any of them, and if you do, then I won't help you anymore."

Hearing this, Kevin's smile faded slightly. It was understandable she would refuse vaginal and anal, but oral... His plans for the second part were aimed at making her do that. He felt her stop grinding his penis on her butt and turned to look at her lowered face. "Son, I'm just asking for these promises because you need help, and I want to help you. But you and I both know that if we went to do the other things I mentioned, it wouldn't just be helping... So I don't want to spoil our relationship with that stuff. Do you understand?"

Seeing her looking at him, he nodded, feeling like he had accomplished more than he thought he would on the first day. But still being greedy, he asked, "I won't force that, but only handjobs won't do. I can't always orgasm with just those."

He felt he had offended her when she looked at him seriously and said, "No offense to you, your handjob was the best I've received, but still, I can't always orgasm with it every time... So how about a thighjob or a boobjob?"

Listening to this, Emma blushed, not at the mention of a thighjob or boobjob, but at the fact that her handjob was considered the best. Turning to look down again, she said, "I don't know about a boobjob, but a thighjob... I can do that."

"So how about we do it now?" he said, his penis still rubbing against her butt.

"Here?" she asked, a bit surprised.

Kevin nodded, acting a bit awkward. "Yeah... But if you want to go back to the tent, it's fine. I think Lora and the others are already asleep."

At the mention of her friend Lora, her reluctance came back a little. With hesitation, she said, "Can't I just use my hand again? I can do that here."

"If you want to..." Kevin didn't force her, realizing it wasn't appropriate when he hadn't even made her orgasm once. Thinking this, he continued, "But it might take more time than before... As you know, I'm quite healthy," he said, looking a bit embarrassed.

Hearing this, she glanced back at the camp and noticed many people still active, moving around. Fearing that one of them might come their way, she looked hesitant, unsure of what she wanted to do: give him a handjob or a thighjob. Remembering that they had managed the first time without any problems didn't guarantee the same for the second time. So, with a blushed face, she asked, "How do I give you a thighjob?"