The Omnistore System

She glanced down at her chest as Kevin, with her permission, extended his hand towards it. She was wearing several layers of clothing due to the cold, and Kevin, aware of this, first unzipped her outermost coat, which cas a surprise to her. However, he didn't stop there; he continued to unzip and unbutton two more layers until he reached the final layer.

As he finally reached the last layer—a simple red bra—her breath caught in her throat. The fabric felt like a barrier, separating them and yet inviting his touch. She held her breath as he hesitated, his hand hovering over the fabric, as if seeking permission.

As she silently nodded, a rush of anticipation surged through her veins. Slowly, almost reverently, Kevin slipped his hand inside the bra. His hand felt warm against her skin, but the touch of the freezing air electrified her, sending shivers down her spine and causing her body to tense involuntarily.

"Thanks," Kevin murmured, squeezing her breasts gently, while she nodded, turning her eyes away from him, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her.

His warm touch on her soft skin was soothing yet electrifying, sending conflicting sensations through her body. As her stroking speed increased, she found herself unwilling to let Kevin touch her chest any further. It wasn't because she was disgusted or even aroused; she could control those feelings.

The reason she resisted Kevin's advances on her breasts was a growing sense of guilt. Guilt towards Maria, Kevin's mother and her sister. At first, she hadn't considered the implications, but now, as she stroked him and allowed him to feel her chest, her guilt intensified.

With this realization can understanding of Kevin's hesitation. With a hint of surprise, she looked at him, noticing his concentration as he gently squeezed her breasts, avoiding her nipples and applying only soft pressure around them.

She found Kevin's response endearing, momentarily forgetting her guilt as a smile crept onto her lips. "Doesn't your girlfriend let you touch her breasts?" she inquired playfully.

Kevin looked surprised for a moment before glancing back at her chest and then meeting her eyes. "She does, but yours feels different from hers," he explained with a hint of sincerity.

Emma chose not to ask for details, knowing the conversation could veer into more explicit territory. Instead, she let him continue feeling her breasts while she stroked his penis.

Her slender fingers, long but not long enough to meet around his girthy shaft, worked diligently. She marveled at his size, wondering, 'How is he so big?' as she tried to connect her fingers around it, feeling the veins pop out under her grip.

She could feel Kevin's breath on her neck as he squeezed her breasts, indicating his heightened arousal. Despite their friendship and the supposed purpose of helping Kevin, Emma couldn't deny her own arousal. It felt wrong, given their relationship, but she tried to push those feelings aside. To avoid letting her arousal grow, she began stroking Kevin's penis faster.

As her hands skin dried and began to scrape against his skin, she applied ssaliva, allowing her hand to move more smoothly and quickly. Emma continued her rhythmic stroking, and Kevin's breath grew heavier, his hips instinctively moving in twith her hand. His fingers, now bolder, brushed against her nipples with every squeeze, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her body.

Kevin's fingers pressed and massaged her soft breasts, his touch warm and firm. Each this fingers grazed her nipples, Emma's breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. She tried to stifle the low moans that threatened to escape, but the sensations were too intense.

Kevin's breath becragged, his hips bucking into her hand. His grip on her breasts intensified, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with increasing urgency. Emma's body tensed with each squeeze, her nipples hardening under his touch. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her own arousal peaking despite the guilt gnawing at her mind.

"Aunty, I'm close..." Kevin said, squeezing her breasts tightly, causing her to moan loudly. His head buried in her neck, he sucked on it gently. She responded, her voice breathy, "Ahh...do it whenever you're ready."

Kevin's breathing quickened, and with a final, deep moan, his body tensed. Emma felt his hips thrusting uncontrollably, and a powerful stream of his semen shot out, arcing several feet away and splattering on the ground. The intensity of his orgasm caused his hips to continue bucking, and he released more onto Emma's hand, warm and sticky.

Emma watched in a mixture of awe and embarrassment as Kevin's body shuddered with each spasm. Her grip on his now slick penis tightened, milking the last of his release until he finally stilled, breathing heavily against her neck. She gently let go, her hand coated in his semen, and looked at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Kevin, still panting, lifted his head and met her eyes. "Thank you, aunty," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Emma gave a small, shaky smile, shaking the semen off her hands. "It's... okay, Kevin. I'm glad I could help." Turning toward the waterfall and the pond beneath it, she continued, "Let's clean up and head back. Your friends might be getting worried."

Kevin, buttoning his pants, shook his head and said, "They might already be in deep sleep. I slipped ssleeping potion into their food."

She looked at him in shock and asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Don't look atlike that," Kevin said, cleaning his hands. "You all were too tired, so I just did it so you could have a nice rest. I even mixed sinto yours, but don't worry, it won't take effect until you're fully relaxed." He walked behind her as she knelt by the riverbank to clean her semen-laced hands.

Emma, unsure if she should be angry at him for doing that, recognized his intention for their recovery. Despite feeling it was still wrong, she sensed the care behind his actions. Ignoring it with a smile, she started to clean her hands.