Chapter 1859
Peter hit the brakes and brought the motorcycle to a stop, turning back to Audrey with concern. "You okay? This road's been a mess for years, and no one's bothered to fix it. I don't even ride my bike at night."
"I'm fine," Audrey said, shaking her head and rubbing her chest. She had lunged forward suddenly, and her breast had hit Richard's head pretty hard. It hurt a bit, but thankfully, her large breasts cushioned the impact. She reached out to touch Richard's head. "Richard, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm good, Audrey," Richard replied, still lost in the pleasure of his recent ejaculation. Hearing Audrey's question made his heart race, worried she might notice the unusual state of his crotch. But he was overthinking it. Audrey had touched his dick earlier, but her attention was elsewhere, and his small, short cock had ejaculated quickly. Audrey hadn't realized she had inadvertently caused Richard to ejaculate.
"Hold up, I gotta take a leak," Peter said, getting off the bike and walking to a nearby tree. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his dark, thick cock to relieve himself.
Audrey frowned slightly and quickly turned away. People in rural areas weren't particular about such things; they would relieve themselves wherever they were, without worrying about being seen. Although Peter had moved to town and was no longer a farmer, old habits die hard. Plus, Audrey was his sister, so he didn't think much of it.
Richard also felt the urge to pee and hurried to the roadside, pulling out his small cock to urinate. Father and son stood side by side, releasing two streams of urine. Peter's stream was noticeably thicker, more yellow, and shot farther. When Richard finished, Peter continued for another minute before shaking his glans and tucking it back into his pants. "Let's go," he called to Audrey.
The three of them got back on the bike. Audrey, worried about another collision with Richard's head, sat in the middle, with Richard behind her. Richard wrapped his arms around Audrey's slim waist, his lower abdomen pressed against her full, rounded buttocks, and his head rested on her back, inhaling her faint fragrance. He felt a surge of excitement, and his recently ejaculated small cock began to harden again. Seeing Audrey chatting with his father, he gently moved his hips, rubbing his lower abdomen against Audrey's large buttocks. His glans, through his pants, pressed against her soft flesh, feeling incredibly pleasurable. Every time the motorcycle jolted, he took the opportunity to thrust his cock against Audrey's buttocks, imagining he was penetrating her vagina. Audrey, holding tightly to Peter's waist, had no idea Richard was using her body to satisfy his lust.
Just as Richard was about to ejaculate again, Peter rode the motorcycle back into town. Familiar faces saw Peter with a young, beautiful woman and asked who she was. Audrey rarely visited, so no one recognized her. When they learned she was Peter's sister, they gathered around to chat, many staring at Audrey's large breasts. Richard felt frustrated; in his mind, Audrey's breasts were for his eyes only. He quickly said he was hungry and urged Peter to head home. Peter bid farewell to the crowd and took Audrey and Richard home.
Audrey's parents were busy in the kitchen, delighted to see her. They greeted her warmly, but Stella was absent, likely off playing bridge again. Peter quickly sent his son to fetch Stella.
Richard ran to Stella's usual spot, entering a smoky room filled with people and a choking smell. He coughed as he searched for Stella, finally finding her in a corner playing bridge. "Mom, Dad wants you to come home. Audrey's back."
"Who?" Stella asked absentmindedly, focused on her cards.
"Audrey," Richard shouted in her ear.
Stella quickly played a card and turned to him. "Audrey's back? When?"
"Just now. Dad wants you to come home for dinner," Richard said irritably. "Stop playing and come home."
Stella replied impatiently, "You go ahead."
Richard returned home, relaying the message to his father. Peter was annoyed but resigned, instructing Richard to help Audrey settle in.
Audrey's room was on the west side. Though she rarely visited, her parents kept a room for her. Richard entered to find Audrey making the bed, wearing a white nightgown. Her large, round buttocks looked especially tempting, and he stared, swallowing hard as his lower abdomen heated up and his cock slowly rose. Audrey's buttocks were incredibly sexy; he wished he could touch them.
Audrey turned and saw Richard, smiling seductively. "Hey, Richard, can you help me with the bedspread?"
Richard quickly took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, grabbing one end of the bedspread with Audrey. As he looked up, he saw her breasts and black bra through the open neckline of her nightgown, her cleavage clearly visible. His heart raced.
Audrey's mature, sexy body exuded a charm that made him anxious. He stared at her delicate hands, which had touched his lower abdomen and cock earlier. The sensation through his pants wasn't strong enough; he wished she could directly grasp his small cock.
Audrey finished making the bed and wiped the sweat from her forehead, noticing Richard staring at her. She laughed. "Richard, why are you staring at me? Do you think I've gotten ugly?"
"No, Audrey, you're still beautiful," Richard said quickly, seeing her rub her arm. "Audrey, are you tired?"
"Of course, after sitting on the bus all morning and then on the motorcycle all afternoon. What do you think?" Audrey glared at Richard, rubbing her waist and buttocks. The bus ride was fine, but the motorcycle had really shaken her up. Her breasts still ached, and her buttocks were sore. Thankfully, her ample flesh provided some cushioning. If she were skinny, she'd probably need a hospital visit. This road definitely needed fixing.
"Let me give you a massage," Richard offered. "Mom always asks me to massage her arms after playing bridge."
"Really? Okay, I'll take you up on that," Audrey said, trusting Richard. She had watched him grow up, and he felt like a little brother to her. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
Richard stared at Audrey's long, full body, swallowing hard. Audrey's figure was incredible—slim waist, large breasts, full hips, long legs. Her round buttocks were right in front of him, and her smooth, white legs looked so tempting. Her feet were white and delicate, with pink nail polish on her toes, like pink diamonds set in jade. He wanted to touch her legs.
"Richard, what are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be massaging me? Hurry up," Audrey urged impatiently.
"Oh, right," Richard said, placing his hands on Audrey's shoulders and starting to massage. Her shoulders were smooth and cool, feeling wonderful. He wondered if her breasts felt even better.
Audrey, exhausted from the day's travel, soon fell asleep under Richard's massage. Seeing her asleep, Richard grew bolder, sliding his fingers down her back to her waist. After a few moments, he moved his hands to her buttocks, feeling the full, smooth flesh. His fingers trembled with excitement.
He watched Audrey sleep, then gently squeezed her buttocks, feeling the soft, smooth flesh. He wished he could touch her directly, but he was too scared to lift her nightgown. He continued to massage her buttocks, staring at her legs and swallowing hard, his small cock hardening and softening repeatedly.
Finally, Richard's gaze fell on Audrey's inner thighs and her mons pubis. Her legs were slightly apart, revealing the tempting flesh. He remembered his classmates saying that inserting a cock into a woman's vagina felt much better than masturbation. He wished he could have sex with Audrey, curious about the sensation.
Richard stared at Audrey's lower body, thinking she wouldn't notice if he touched her. He held his breath and reached under her nightgown, touching her smooth, soft thigh. His small cock hardened again.
Just as Richard was about to touch Audrey's mons pubis, his father, Peter, called from outside, "Richard, tell Audrey to come eat."
Richard jumped, quickly pulling his hand back. Audrey woke up, got out of the bed, and walked with Richard to the living room. The table was filled with her favorite childhood dishes. She looked around and asked, "Peter, is Stella still not back?"
"Don't worry about her. Let's eat," Peter said, annoyed. Audrey had returned, but Stella was still playing bridge, not even showing up. It was disrespectful, but he couldn't control her.
Audrey knew Stella was difficult, sighed, and didn't say more. She sat next to Richard, smiling. "Come on, Richard, eat up. You're growing, and you're too short. You need to eat well."
Richard felt frustrated. He was the shortest in his class, even shorter than many girls. Next to the tall Audrey, he felt even smaller. He couldn't even reach her chin, barely her nipples. If Audrey stood up, his small cock wouldn't reach her vagina, let alone penetrate it.
At the table, Audrey chatted with her family, doting on Richard and giving him food. During the meal, Richard learned that Audrey would be teaching at his elementary school.
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