Chapter 437: Viana the story teller (R-18)

Chapter 437: Viana the story teller (R-18)



"Why is it that every time I see you, I have to see one of my family member naked?" Keyara asked as she emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair. Her hair was drying quickly, which surprised Kevin, and she was trying to tame her unruly hairstyle.

Her question was directed at Kevin, who sat still beside Viana. Viana, wearing only her underwear, had an embarrassed and guilty expression as she looked down. Kevin was fully naked, his gaze fixed on Keyara, who had previously scolded them for staining her with Viana's squirt.

Keyara, also in her underwear, had a different style from Viana. While Viana wore a thong, Keyara was dressed in a red G-string and a lace bra. Her well-toned thighs and muscular abdomen gleamed with water, highlighting her slightly tan skin. She stood in front of the two, clearly displeased.

"Didn't I ask you to not have sex with him when I'm around?" she continued, her tone firm. Viana, hearing this, felt an added layer of embarrassment, realizing she had made such a promise. Kevin looked confused, glancing at Viana. Keyara referred to talk after the night at Nimbus Desire, a night that complicated their relationship. To avoid further issues, they had agreed not to engage in any sexual activity if the other was present.

"I've caught you with others before, and it wasn't ideal, but I didn't mind too much. But with him..." Keyara continued, her gaze shifting to Kevin, who looked down with a hint of fear. He clearly didn't want to endure her scolding again.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

"You know he's a manipulative bastard. I'm sure he blackmailed you with orgasms or something like that," she said.

Viana nodded quickly, hoping to deflect Keyara's attention onto Kevin, who she felt was the source of their current predicament. If Keyara hadn't been brought into this situation, Viana thought, they might have just been focusing on each other.

"Now, Viana, start narrating," Keyara commanded.

Viana, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, hesitated. Her voice quivered as she began, "Keyara... Keyara is stroking Kevin's... penis. Her hand is moving up and down... slowly."

Kevin's hands reached up, cupping Keyara's breasts through her lace bra. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Viana watched, her breathing becoming heavier as she continued, "Kevin is... playing with Keyara's breasts. He's... he's rubbing her nipples." Kevin, unease written all over his face, stood obediently in front of Keyara. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and amusement. She moved her hand to his crotch, starting to stroke his penis with slow, deliberate motions.

"Now, Viana, start narrating," Keyara commanded.

Viana, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, hesitated. Her voice quivered as she began, "Keyara... Keyara is stroking Kevin's... penis. Her hand is moving up and down... slowly."

Kevin's hands reached up, cupping Keyara's breasts through her lace bra. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Keyara's breasts were large, plump, and firm enough that Kevin couldn't completely hold them in his hands. Despite their size, they didn't sag much, only slightly to the sides and a bit downward, making her nipples come just below the fullness of her breasts.

Viana watched, her breathing becoming heavier as she continued, "Kevin is... playing with Keyara's breasts. He's... he's rubbing her nipples."

Keyara arched her back slightly, pressing her chest further into Kevin's hands. The lace of her bra did little to hide the tautness of her nipples, which hardened under Kevin's touch. He kneaded her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, feeling the weight and warmth of them.

It felt foolish for a woman of Viana's age to be doing this, especially feeling afraid of her granddaughter Keyara. Yet, the guilt and embarrassment made her rationalize that this was her way of paying for her guilt. Little did she know, she was just beginning to develop another sinful fetish that she would come to regret later.