CHAPTER 23: THE DAUGHTER’S INTERRUPTION

Kerry’s fingers trembled as she stared down at her own body, her dark, calloused fingertips brushing against the swollen, aching peaks of her nipples.

They stood painfully erect, the deep brown buds tight and puckered, almost glossy with how hard they were—like two ripe berries begging to be plucked. A shiver ran through her as she prodded at them, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Why is it like this...?" Her voice was thick with confusion, her brows furrowing as she pinched one between her fingers, testing its firmness.

"It must be because your fingers rubbed them just now... that’s why they’re still so hard..." She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, a soft, involuntary moan slipping from her lips.

The skin around them was flushed, sensitive—the areolas dark and puffy, swollen with blood, the texture rough beneath her touch.

I watched her, my voice soft with false concern, but my cock twitched at the sight of her touching herself—unaware of how lewd she looked. "Aunt... let me take a look..." I reached out, my palms hovering just above her chest, my fingers itching to claim them again. "To see it better... if I can help you, Aunt."

Kerry hesitated, her dark eyes flickering up to meet mine before dropping back down to her aching nipples. She nodded slightly, her trust in my "healing knowledge" making her vulnerable—obedient. "Yeah... take a look, Dexter..." Her voice was quiet, almost pleading.

"See if you can find a cure for it... otherwise, they’ll stay hard like this all day..." She bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to touch them again.

I knew the real reason—she was horny, her body aching for release, her pussy dripping with need. I’d heard her whisper it, her voice trembling with frustration.

But I played along, my fingers gently cupping her tits, my thumbs rolling her nipples between them. They were so hard—almost painful to the touch, the tight buds pressing into my skin like pebbles.

I pinched them, just enough to make her gasp, and felt the way they pulsed beneath my fingers, swollen and sensitive.

"Aaaah—!" Kerry moaned, her back arching off the stone, her tits pushing further into my hands. The nipples stood out obscenely, dark and glossy, the areolas puffed and flushed with heat. I flicked one with my thumb, and she jerked, a whimper escaping her.

"Aunt, does it hurt?" I asked, my voice dripping with faux innocence as I pinched them again, my cock stirring at the way her breath hitched, at the way her thighs pressed together.

"N-No..." Kerry whispered, her voice thin with need, her fingers clawing into the stone beneath her. "But it feels... strange..." Her chest heaved, her nipples throbbing beneath my touch, begging for more.

I hummed, my thumbs circling the tight buds, my touch slow and deliberate. "Strange how, Aunt?" I murmured, my voice low, my fingers twisting her nipples just enough to make her whimper.

"Does it tingle? Does it burn?" I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, "Or does it ache... like something’s missing?"

Kerry’s entire body tensed, her lips parting as a soft, needy sound escaped her. "I... I don’t know—!" Her voice was breathy, her body trembling beneath my touch. "It just... feels like... like itching when you pinch them—!"

I grinned internally, my fingers working her nipples with just the right pressure—enough to make her squirm, enough to make her ache for more. "Like this?"

I pinched them harder, my cock throbbing as she gasped, her back arching into my touch. Her nipples were so sensitive—every flick, every twist of my fingers made her jerk, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her skin flushing darker with every touch.

"Aaaah—! Don’t—! Hmmm—! Aah, Dexter—!" Kerry’s voice was a broken whimper, her fingers clawing into the stone beneath her. "When you pinch them... my pussy—! It itches—!" Her thighs pressed together, her hips twisting restlessly as if she could escape the ache building inside her.

Kerry’s voice trembled, her dark eyes wide with a mix of confusion and something far more primitive—something hungry. "Am I really getting sick...?" She bit her lower lip, her breath hitching as another drop of arousal trickled down her thigh, her thighs pressing together as if she could hide the evidence of her desire.

"I can feel it... It’s dripping water from there... making me feel strange—!" Her fingers twitched at her sides, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath. "Did your grandfather ever tell you anything about this...?"

I kept my expression innocent, my fingers still toying with her nipples, rolling the swollen buds between my thumbs and forefingers. The way her body responded—the way her back arched, the way her breath caught—told me everything.

"He might have mentioned something..." I murmured, my voice thoughtful, my touch light now, teasing. "But I’d have to check..." My thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, my touch just firm enough to make her whimper.

Then—

A female voice cut through the air from outside the hut.

"Mother! Mother—!"

"Kina—!" Kerry shrieked, her voice cracking with panic. Her fingers flew to cover herself, cheeks burning crimson as she frantically wiped at the cum streaked across her chest and face.

"Kina... is that you?" she called out, voice trembling.

The woman’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.

"Mother, come quickly! It’s time for food—everyone’s already here!"

My pulse spiked as the name clicked in my mind—Kina. Kerry’s daughter. The one she’d mentioned before, her voice soft with maternal pride.

The realization sent a jolt of dark excitement through me. The thought of her—of Kerry’s daughter—waiting just outside, oblivious to what we’d been doing, made my cock twitch with renewed interest.

The moment Kina’s voice cut through the air, Kerry’s entire body stiffened like a deer caught in a hunter’s sight.

She glanced at me, her dark eyes wide with desperation. "Let’s go, Dexter..." she hissed, her voice strained. "It’s time for food..."

I didn’t want to leave it like this. "But, Aunt... your sickness..." I murmured, my fingers itching to keep touching her, to finish what I’d started.