"Me... or..."
Kiana’s tongue rolled out—slow and wet—saliva dripping in glistening trails as she leaned closer to Liend. With one hand, she swept a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, clearing the view to his face.
Her head dipped, tongue inching toward his lips—dripping with stretched threads of spit.
Saliva dangled in long, silken threads, swaying as she descended.
But just before it could reach his mouth—
"Mom!"
The door slammed open.
Kiana jerked slightly, her mouth freezing mid-air.
"The—"
Aria stood at the doorway, stunned—halfway through a bite of pancake. Her jaw dropped open mid-sentence.
Plop.
The half-eaten pancake slid out of her mouth and fell to the floor.
"Spread..."
The word slipped from Aria’s lips—starting fast, then trailing into a breathy murmur.
Her mother—Kiana was straddling Liend on the bed, her knees on either side of his hips, apron barely clinging to her form. The knot behind her back had come loose, and now her bare, dripping pussy pressed flush against the hard tent in his pants.
Kiana held her breath—poised, lips parted, tongue extended—just inches from Liend. One hand held back her hair, keeping it from falling into his face, her entire body frozen in anticipation.
Both of their eyes snapping toward the doorway.
Aria.
Standing still. Staring.
Stunned.
Kiana’s heart jumped a beat. Jerking upright with a gasp.
"O—Oh, Aria..." she blurted out, scrambling to her feet as panic crept into her voice.
"T—The... the spread "she stammered, as if the sentence had been mid-conversation. Her eyes flicked to the side, "It—It must be on the table!" sweat beaded along her temple as she quickly reached behind her, fumbling to retie the loose knot of her apron.
"I.. I actually rearranged the kitchen today," Kiana blurted, breath ragged and uneven as she fumbled behind her, fingers working quickly to retie the loosened knot of her apron.
"H-Here, come," she called out, stepping toward the door without looking at her. "The spread... it must be in the side cupboard. I think I left it there."
Her voice was shaky, tone forced—desperate to shift the moment.
"Come," she repeated, moving out the doorway and downstairs.
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The room fell into silence.
Only Aria and her brother, Liend remained.
Liend lay on the bed, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. His legs hung off the side of the mattress, knees slack, arms covering his face. The cold morning air met his flushed skin, but the heat pulsing in his body was far from gone.
"Haa... ha..."His breathing echoed faintly in the quiet.
Hand over his face, he exhaled again—deep, hoarse.
"Haa... M... Mother..."He murmured, barely audible—more growl than a word, like he was trying to purge it from his lips.
As if speaking it aloud might let him escape the heat of what had just unfolded.
"D-Did she really want me to choose... between my girlfriend and her?"Liend’s voice was barely above a whisper, breath ragged, chest rising in deep, uneven waves.
His heart was pounding—loud, erratic, slamming against his ribs like it was trying to escape.
"Wh... what is she thinking?"He clutched his forehead, eyes closed, voice trembling with disbelief.
From across the room, Aria only stood—still—frozen in place.
She had seen everything.
"No..." she breathed, stunned.
Mother...
Her lips parted again, voice catching in her throat.
"Mother... this—" she stammered. "This is too far."
Her gaze remained locked on Liend—heaving on the bed, hand over his face, cheeks flushed red, breath ragged.
"You weren’t supposed to take it this far..." Aria whispered, her voice barely audible now,
"I..."
Her voice trembled.
Aria looked toward Liend—still breathless on the bed, eyes shut tight, hand covering his face.
"I... can’t stand it..." she whispered, barely audible over the stillness in the room.
"I can’t watch someone else take my brother from me..."
The words cracked in her throat. Her eyes shimmered—moist, on the verge of tears.
Body trembling in the cold air, the fabric of her shirt clinging tight to her frame. Nipples peeking clearly through the cloth, hardened from more than just the chill. Legs, pale and bare below her shorts, trembling slightly.
----
Aria stood there—silent—watching her brother pant beneath the weight of what her mother had done.
Her fists clenched—jaw tightening. A storm burned behind her eyes.
"No..." she murmured, low and sharp."I won’t let Mom have you. Not alone."
Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room.
SLAM.The door shook in its frame, echoing down the hall.
Inside, Liend flinched—his breath still shallow, no words forming on his tongue, as silence reclaimed the room—again.
--
Downstairs, Aria descended the steps in quick strides, heart pounding, as she reached the dining table.
Dropping into her seat, she grabbed the plate of pancakes, and shoved it into her mouth—fast and tight—forcing each bite down desperately through her throat.
"Aria..." Kiana said softly, barely above a whisper.
She placed the jar of spread beside Aria’s plate with careful hands.
"Here’s the spread."
Aria didn’t respond—she only hissed under her breath, eyes fixed on her plate, ignoring Kiana entirely.
"Aria..." Kiana tried again, voice quiet, laced with a mix of concern and longing.
Behind the apron, the thin fabric of her panties clung to her—drenched in her own arousal—yet her expression was one of worry as she watched her daughter’s cold silence.
"No need," Aria snapped, grabbing a single pancake barehanded.
She stood abruptly and stormed out of the house, the door slamming shut behind her.
Kiana winced, her hand still hovering above her chest.
"Child..." she murmured, her voice barely carrying through the quiet kitchen. Her brows furrowed, eyes lingering on the closed door.
"When will you learn..."