"But what’s the point of putting it in there?" a confused Kyro asked. He felt like he was missing some crucial piece of information.

"It’s not for sex, not really," Kael explained, his tone casual. "It’s just that Aunt’s bum is incredibly warm and cozy. That’s the whole appeal."

Kael saw the lingering skepticism in Kyro’s eyes. "Hey, you don’t believe me, do you?" he asked, feeling a bit frustrated by his friend’s ignorance and decided to just ignore him and keep fucking his Aunt’s ass.

"Of course I believe you, brother," Kyro muttered, though he still seemed hesitant. "I’m just... tired. I think I’ll just go rest."

Suna giggled from her position on the floor, watching the annoyance play across Kael’s face.

But a few seconds passed and....

Kyro stood by the door, still trying to process the scene. The confusion on his face was palpable, but as he watched Kael, the dynamic shifted from suspicion to a raw, fixated curiosity.

Kael also noticed his friend’s gaze lingering on the way his body moved against Suna’s. He didn’t pull away; instead, he slowed his pace, turning his head back toward his friend.

"You’re watching, aren’t you?" Kael said, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

" Kyro. Watch."

"If you’re going to be a man in this town, you need to know how to handle a woman properly."

He didn’t break his rhythm, but he shifted his grip on Suna’s hair, holding her steady so Kyro could get an unobstructed view. "It’s not just about the thrusting, Kyro. It’s about the heat, the grip, and the way she stretches."

Suna, caught in the haze of the sensation, let out a sharp, unrestrained moan, her body trembling under Kael’s weight.

She didn’t look at her son; she was too lost in the intensity of Kael’s demonstration.

Kael leaned down, whispering loudly enough for Kyro to hear over the rhythmic slapping of skin.

Kael narrated, shifting his hips, "it’s all about the preparation. You don’t just ram yourself in. You ensure she is lubricated, you command her rhythm, and you use your body weight to stretch her until she’s completely open."

Kyro hesitated, his curiosity warring with his discomfort. He stayed put, watching as Kael adjusted his grip on Suna’s hair.

He saw his mother—his own mother—completely undone, her face pressed into the floor as she took every inch of Kael’s length.

He could see the way his mother’s body reacted—the way her eyes glazed over in ecstasy, the way she clung to Kael as if he were her entire world. It was a live, raw demonstration of dominance and pleasure.

Kyro swallowed hard, his face burning. He felt a phantom heat between his own legs, but as he looked at his mother—sweaty, splayed out, and completely consumed by the act—a sudden realization hit him.

She was his mother, and while he was desperate for release, the thought of her in this position, being used so thoroughly by his cousin, felt... wrong. She felt too old, too familiar. The hunger was there, but he couldn’t direct it toward her.

"I... I think I understand," Kyro said, his voice strained as he backed away.

Kyro insisted, his eyes darting toward the door. "I want... I want to find someone else. Someone young. I don’t want to touch her."

He needed a girl his own age—someone fresh, someone who wouldn’t remind him of how she got Railed by someone else but only him.

He turned and bolted from the room, leaving Kael and Suna to their private, intense game.

Kael kept up his grueling pace for five more minutes, his thrusts deep and heavy until a sharp, rhythmic contraction rippled through his hips.

With a final, guttural groan, he bucked forward, filling her rectum with a thick, warm creampie.

He didn’t pull away immediately, letting the intensity of his release wash over him, but even as his body began to cool, his mind was already shifting gears. He was still horny, and he knew exactly what he wanted next.

He pulled himself out, leaving Suna trembling on the floorboards, and shifted his focus to the next stage of his plan.

He leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and whispered, "Aunt, you were incredible back there. But you remember what I said earlier about mother? Can you provide me with your mouth like my mother does?"

He took a deliberate jab to keep her competitive spirit ignited. Suna’s chest was still heaving, her eyes glossy and unfocused, but the mention of her sister worked exactly as he intended.

"Very well, Kael," she purred, a triumphant, slightly breathless glint returning to her eyes. "Come here. You can put your penis in my mouth, since you were clearly evicted by a... reluctant someone, hehe."

She let out a teasing, throaty laugh, throwing a sideways glance toward the doorway where Kyro had stood.

Suna didn’t hesitate. She shifted her weight, preparing to prove that whatever Amber could do, she could do better, her mouth opening wide to accept him as she leaned into the challenge.

Suna looked breathtaking in the dim light, her vibrant blue eyes wide and fixed on Kael, her nose straight and elegant, and her lips parted in a silent invitation. The sight of her vulnerability fueled his drive.

"Here I go, Aunt," Kael murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.

He took hold of his hardening cock and guided the tip against her lips, pressing it gently onto her tongue.

He began the penetration at a glacial pace, savoring every second of the friction as he slid deeper into the velvet heat of her mouth.

Suna knew what was coming. She remembered Kael’s earlier "confession" about how his mother, Amber, had failed to swallow his entire length, stopping halfway down her throat.

That memory acted as a catalyst, igniting a fierce determination in her to succeed where her sister had faltered.

She wanted to prove her superiority, to show him that she was capable of handling him in ways Amber never could.

Taking a slow, steadying breath through her nose, she braced herself. She relaxed her jaw, softened her throat, and mentally prepared herself for the encroaching weight of him.

As he began to slide further in, she gripped the floor with her hands, her eyes locking onto his, daring him to push her to her limit. She was ready to claim her victory.

"Guggg... guug..."

Kael had managed to slide half the length of his cock into her mouth with almost no resistance.

He paused for a moment, watching the way her eyes watered slightly, a testament to the sheer fullness he was forcing upon her.

"Aunt, you need to relax your throat muscles," he coached, his voice low and steady. "If you fight it, it’s only going to hurt. Let go."

Suna nodded, her hands clutching the sides of his thighs as she forced herself to breathe rhythmically through her nose, intentionally softening her throat.

Feeling the tension evaporate as her muscles gave way, Kael seized the opportunity. He drove his hips forward with a firm, decisive thrust, pushing deep past the initial barrier.

Because she was still reeling from the earlier activity with him, her head was unsteady, bobbing uncontrollably under the pressure.