Chapter 562 Florence's Beautiful Legs
Kevin hesitated, but Florence took his hand and placed it on her thigh, smiling seductively, "How does it feel? Comfortable?"
Kevin gently stroked Florence's sheer stockings. The fabric was thin, tightly hugging her long and shapely legs, making her fair and smooth legs feel as silky as milk. The touch was exquisite, coupled with the strong visual effect, arousing a mysterious pleasure in him.
Many men have a special fetish for stockings, some even more interested in the stockings than the woman wearing them. However, at Kevin's age, he couldn't fully grasp the allure of stockings yet. He preferred bare white legs, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the sensation of touching Florence's stocking-clad legs.
Florence felt a bit ticklish from Kevin's touch, so she kicked off her high heels and stretched her leg out in front of Kevin. Her petite and sexy foot, encased in stockings, looked alluring. The black fishnet stockings accentuated her long and shapely legs, tempting one to caress, even kiss and nibble.
As Kevin caressed Florence's smooth and full stocking-clad legs, his breathing quickened, excitement building within him. In his mind, he wondered how Grace's exquisite long legs would look in stockings, surely more enticing than Florence. However, Grace didn't seem to wear stockings often, usually opting for sweatpants or jeans, concealing her well-toned and snow-white thighs.
Lost in the pleasure of touching Florence's thighs, Kevin was startled when Evelyn walked out from the kitchen and saw Florence sitting on the couch, letting Kevin touch her leg. Evelyn frowned and asked, "Florence, what are you doing?"
Startled, Kevin quickly withdrew his hand, feeling his face flush. He hadn't expected Evelyn to appear suddenly, his heart pounding, unsure how to explain to her.
Florence, unfazed, retracted her leg, stood up from the couch, and chuckled, "Sis, why so serious? I was just teasing Kevin. Your face looks longer than my leg."
Evelyn, displeased, retorted, "You and Albert used to joke around, but now you're doing the same with Kevin. You're not a child anymore. Always fooling around, it's laughable."
"I was just trying to help Kevin loosen up. You don't know he hasn't even touched a girl's hand before," Florence giggled. Seeing Evelyn's furrowed brow, she gave up explaining, turned, and walked towards Albert's room, "Forget it, no need to explain to you. Making it seem like we're up to something. I'll go play games with Albert."
After Florence left, Evelyn sat beside Kevin, feeling nervous. She warned, "Kevin, don't believe her nonsense. My sister has always been willful, uncontrollable. Now that she's divorced, she's even more unruly. She's used to playing around with Albert. She was probably just teasing you. Don't take it seriously."
Kevin felt embarrassed, realizing he had misunderstood. After all, he had only met Florence a couple of times. How could she be trying to seduce him? His face reddened as he explained, "Aunt, I didn't think of anything. Aunt just asked me to massage her legs as they were sore."
Evelyn chuckled, looking at Kevin with charm, "Alright, I know whether you thought of something or not. Look at how you've reacted."
Kevin looked down and noticed a tent forming in his pants, feeling embarrassed. No wonder Evelyn didn't believe him; he felt utterly ashamed.
"It's not a big deal," Evelyn said with a smile, "But I have to remind you, my sister may be older, but she's as playful as a child. Carefree and playful. You better keep your distance from her, don't let her lead you astray."
"I understand, Aunt," Kevin said sheepishly. He thought about how different Evelyn and Florence were despite being sisters. One gentle and mature, the other carefree and lively. Both had their unique charm. The thought of enjoying both sisters together was a tantalizing fantasy, arousing him.
"Alright, I'll go to the kitchen," Evelyn stood up, "Dinner will be ready soon."
"Aunt, let me help," Kevin hurried to the kitchen to assist Evelyn in preparing the dishes.
Feeling an itch on her back, Evelyn asked Kevin, "Kevin, can you scratch my back?"
Kevin placed his hand on Evelyn's back and asked, "Where does it itch, Aunt?"
Evelyn rolled her eyes, "How can you scratch it from the outside? Unzip and scratch inside."
Kevin hesitated, glanced at the door, then unzipped Evelyn's dress, revealing her smooth skin. He gently scratched her back as directed.
"Left, right, a bit higher, no, a bit lower," Evelyn giggled, directing Kevin's hand on her back, her body twisting, her 34D breasts swaying. Kevin couldn't resist and reached around, grabbing her breast, kneading it.
"Evelyn gasped as Kevin's hand touched her chest, leaning into him, breathless, "You little pervert, let go, be careful not to let Albert see."
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