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Dragging his weary body, Jeremy descended the stairs one step at a time. His legs felt as heavy and limp as if filled with lead; his knees trembled slightly, and with every step, he felt a dull ache throbbing in his lower abdomen and buttocks. Just moments ago in the bathroom, his sister Elena's frenzied possessiveness had torn at him like a wild beastâfirst forcing him to perform oral sex until he ejaculated into her mouth, then roughly probing his rear with her fingers, making him gasp in pain, and finally mounting him to thrust violently.
She cycled through positionsâcowgirl, doggy style, and side-lyingâuntil his entire body went into spasms and he ejaculated in a messy, chaotic release. Although his innate Succubus bloodline granted him immortality, his regenerative powers only truly activated in the event of bleeding or severe injury. Right now, he simply felt utterly drained; yet, cursed by that very bloodline, his cock remained rock-hard and erect, pressing against his tight-fitting underwear and faintly outlining its shape beneath the fabric. Had he not deliberately chosen such tight briefs, the damn thing would surely have pitched a tent in his crotch, making him a laughingstock.
The aroma of spaghetti and pasta wafted from the kitchen, where Jenna was busy carrying steaming plates to the dining table. Standing a mere 5 feet 4 inches tall, she was petite and slightly plump, yet she exuded a warm, approachable air. Her shoulders were narrow and sloped gently downward; her bust was ampleâthose large breasts swaying beneath her apron, naturally heavy yet still firm and elastic. Her buttocks were round and full, encased in a pair of well-fitting jeans that made them look particularly shapely and pert. She turned around, spotted Jeremy wobbling down the stairs, and waved with a smile: "Hey, Jeremy! Hurry up and get over here, or your food's going to get cold!"
Seated at the dining table, Elena was already settled in, her head bowed as she ate the spaghetti on her plate. Her figure was the quintessential hourglassâ5 feet 6 inches tall, slender yet exquisitely curvaceous. Her long, straight, dark-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her olive-toned skin glowed with a healthy luster under the light. She lifted her head, her dark brown eyes sweeping over Jeremy's entire frameâfrom his disheveled hair to his pale face, and finally down to the faint bulge in his crotch. The corners of her mouth curled upward in a knowing smile, her large eyes harboring a hidden flame of possessiveness.
"Yeah, coming," Jeremy murmured in response, deliberately averting his gaze and not daring to meet Elena's eyes. Just a few hours ago, she had pinned him against the bathroom wall, riding him so hard he was practically screaming for mercy. Now, he could only steel himself and walk over, taking his customary seat beside her. The moment his butt hit the chair, he felt a searing pain in his rear; he couldn't suppress a sharp intake of breath.
Humming a tune, Jenna turned and headed back to the kitchen to ladle out the soup. Seizing the opportunity, Elena leaned in close, bringing her lips right up to Jeremy's earâher hot breath fanning against his neck. "Leave the door open, little brother." Her voice was low and huskyâlike silk wrapped around a bladeâcarrying an unmistakable command.
Jeremy shuddered, a vivid flashback of the bathroom scene flashing through his mind: Elena's fingernails digging into the flesh of his thighs, his cock being relentlessly worked by her tight, wet pussyâan agonizing yet ecstatic sensation. He swallowed hard and whispered a plea: "Sis, why don't we just let this go? I promise youâthis time, nothing like that will happen again. I swear."
Elena's gaze turned instantly cold, sharp as a pair of ice blades. She said nothing, but her hand slid silently beneath the table, reaching through his trousers to seize his hard cockâher fingers clamping down ruthlessly on the head. Jeremy nearly cried out; his face flushed crimson in an instant. "Jeremy, do you take me for a fucking idiot? Do you think I'd let you pull that stunt again?" she hissed in a low, seething whisper, her fingers ruthlessly kneading his balls until the pain made him double over. "This filthy cock of yours belongs to *me*. Do you understand? Don't you fucking dare try to screw anyone else."
Just then, Jenna returned carrying a bowl of soup. She set it down on the table with a loud *thud*, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Hey, what are you two whispering about? Anything interesting happen at school today?"
Elena's grip instantly loosened; acting as if nothing had happened, she picked up her fork and began twirling her pasta. "Nothing much, Aunt Jenna. Jeremy just has a ton of homework, and he was begging me to tutor him."
Jenna nodded, drizzling some sauce over her own plate of spaghetti. Her round face was dusted with faint freckles, and her long, wavy light-brown hair was tied back in a casual half-ponytailâa look that was slightly messy, yet exuded the cozy warmth of a homemaker. Her eyes were a soft hazel, holding a hint of weary warmthâbeing a guardian to two nieces and nephews wasn't easy. "Oh? Didn't you say you had a mountain of homework yourself today? Maybe I should be the one to help him instead?"
Jeremy's eyes lit up; this was a godsend! He quickly chimed in: "Yeah, Aunt! Sis is super busy todayâshe hasn't even finished her own homework yet."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Elena's foot shot out under the table, stomping hard on his instep and grinding her heel into it. Jeremy gasped in pain, instantly clamping his mouth shut as his face flushed beet-red. Elena smiled sweetly. "I've already finished mine, Aunt. I'm in Senior Class; I've got a solid grasp on all those high school concepts. If *I* tutor him, he'll pick it up much faster."
Jenna shrugged, throwing up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okayâyou two siblings can sort it out amongst yourselves." She smiled as she twirled a forkful of pasta, completely oblivious to the silent battle raging beneath the table.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Elena's plate was already empty; wiping her mouth, she stood up and said, "I'll get it." She headed toward the door, her footsteps quickening slightly. She opened the door to find two girls standing on the porchâCaroline and Bonnie.
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