CHAPTER 38: BETWEEN KERRY’S THIGHS

As if to confirm my theory, my cock twitched, brushing against Kerry’s navel. 100 points. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips—"Hmm... Dexter..."—and I could feel the creases of her navel against the tip of my cock, the warmth of her skin, the way her body reacted to the contact. The system’s notification flashed in my vision, confirming the points, and I nearly groaned at the thrill of it.

The real thrill wasn’t just the points—it was the corruption, the theft, the sheer filth of taking what wasn’t mine right under Mitt’s nose.

The system wasn’t just about touching—it was about defilement, about claiming her in front of the man who thought he owned her. The thought alone made my cock throb painfully, pre-cum leaking, as I imagined all the ways I could ruin her.

But I needed to be sure. I needed to test it. To play with her. To make her ache for it.

I needed to wait until morning to confirm if the points vanished when Mitt was no longer watching.

But for now?

I had a game to play.

My voice was low, dripping with false innocence, my breath hot against her ear. "Aunt Kerry... why don’t you put it between your thighs?" I let the words sink in, watching her reaction, the way her breath hitched, her fingers twitching near my cock. "Maybe if I feel your softness... my cock would relax."

But the real reason was darker. I wanted to make her ache. I wanted to make her so fucking desperate that she’d be the one to beg for my cock inside her. I wanted her to need it.

Kerry hesitated for only a second before her hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers warm and trembling as she guided my cock between her thighs.

The moment my cock brushed against her pussy lips, a shudder ran through her, a soft, needy "Aaaahhh..." escaping her lips. Her thighs pressed together, trapping my cock in the heat between them, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Dexter... does this feel comfortable...? Hmmm..." Her voice was thick with desire, her body already betraying her.

800 points.

Fuck yes.

I groaned, my voice rough with lust. "Yeah... it feels so much better." And then, because I knew she wouldn’t resist, I pushed further. "Aunt... why don’t you move a bit closer? I want to hug my aunt as I sleep."

Kerry let out a breathy chuckle, her voice warm but strained. "You kid..."

Her thighs clamped around me like a vice, the heat of her pussy searing against my cock as she shifted again, her pubic hairs brushing against my skin in a way that sent electric shocks straight to my balls.

"Aaaahhh... Hmmm... Dexter..." she breathed, her voice trembling, her body trembling with her. "Your cock is so hot... it’s burning me..." Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, the wetness coating my shaft, making every movement obscene, every breath she took a desperate gasp.

Then her tits crushed against my face, heavy and soft, suffocating me in the best possible way. I inhaled deeply, her musky, warm scent filling my lungs, driving me wild.

My face moved on its own, hunting for her nipples like a starving man. The moment my face pressed between her tits, 2 notifications of 200 points each flashed in my vision. My nose brushed against one of her nipples, hard and erect, and another 400 points followed.

I turned my head, my cheeks brushing against her other nipple—400 points flashing in my vision like a reward for the contact. My cock throbbed violently between her thighs, my breath hot and ragged against her skin as I yanked her closer, burying my face in the soft weight of her tits. The warmth of her body, the scent of her skin—it was intoxicating.

Slowly, I raised my hand to her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her lips. The moment they made contact, another 200 points lit up, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. She was responsive, pliant—every touch a calculated move, every reaction a victory.

Kerry moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her voice trembling. "Aaahhh... Dexter... don’t move your hips... Aunt’s pussy... it’s itching..." Her body tensed, her thighs pressing tighter around my cock, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. "Make sure your cock doesn’t go inside by mistake..."

But we both knew the truth.

There was no mistake.

This was intentional.

And if I played my cards right?

She’d be the one begging for it.

I could feel it—the way her body reacted, the way her breath hitched every time my cock twitched between her thighs, the way her hips rolled just slightly, as if she couldn’t help herself. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the wet, slick sounds of her pussy rubbing against my shaft driving me wild.

"Aaaahhh... Dexter..." she moaned again, her voice thick with need, her body trembling against mine. "You’re making it worse..."

But I knew the truth.

She wanted it.

And I was going to make sure she begged for it.

I smirked against her skin, my breath hot and teasing. "Aunt... is your pussy dripping water?" My hips shifted just enough to make her gasp, my cock sliding through her slick folds.

"Why do I feel it getting wetter...? And your nipples..." I let my lips brush against one, my voice dropping to a growl. "They’re poking my face... so hard..."

Kerry’s fingers tangled in my hair, her hands roaming over my head, her voice trembling with false innocence. "S-Sorry, Dexter... if my nipples are hurting you..."

Oh my god. She was so innocent.

And I was going to corrupt her.

I grinned, my voice dripping with false concern. "Aunt... let me see if my saliva can heal your hard nipple..."

Before she could react, I grabbed her tits, squeezing them together, my mouth crashing down on one nipple. I sucked it hard, my tongue swirling, teasing, tasting the salt of her sweat. Kerry let out a broken moan, "Aaaah... Dexter... it feels strange... hmm..."

I didn’t stop. My other hand grabbed her remaining tit, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, pressing it deeper into her flesh. "Aaaah... Dexter... you’re such a naughty child..." she whimpered, but her back arched, pushing her tits further into my face, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.

I couldn’t help myself.

My hips rolled, the wet, slick noise of her pussy rubbing against my cock filling the air. She was soaking me, her juices coating my cock, making every movement obscene.

And then I felt it—Kerry’s hips started moving on their own, her body grinding against me, rubbing my cock against her pussy in slow, desperate circles.

I chuckled, my voice dark with amusement. "Aunt Kerry..." I murmured, my lips still wrapped around her nipple. "Are you rubbing my cock against your pussy... all by yourself?"