Chapter 933 Intimate Coexistence
Seeing Kevin leave so happily, Audrey heaved a sigh of relief, yet a trace of wistfulness flashed in her eyes. This guy used to cling incessantly, but today he left so obediently when asked. If Kevin had insisted on staying, she wouldn't have been so heartless to chase him away.
Unfortunately, Kevin is just a high schooler. Though his knowledge of a woman's body surpasses that of his peers, his understanding of female psychology is still at a nascent stage. He doesn't know that sometimes a woman's words mean the opposite—no actually means yes, rejection means acceptance.
He carried his cousin's footbath water into the bathroom, still mulling over Audrey's shy and coquettish expression from earlier. After experiencing numerous separations and reunions, he felt that his relationship with Audrey was in a very delicate state—sometimes intimate, yet other times distant—completely different from his interactions with other women.
"It seems I'm being too hasty," Kevin thought, feeling the sticky wetness on his face from Audrey's secretions. Absentmindedly, he bent down and washed his face with the footbath water, only to realize the water tasted salty. He had used Audrey's footbath water to wash his face.
Hurriedly, he rinsed his face with clean water. Then he noticed Audrey's dress on the bathroom shelf, which she had changed out of. He intended to wash it for her, but as he picked it up, he saw a bra and panties underneath. He couldn't resist holding up the pair of damp panties, clearly moistened by a woman's secretions.
As Kevin caressed the silky panties, the image of Audrey's tender and plump nether regions flashed through his mind—the very place he longed to enter. His manhood stiffened again, and he found himself using Audrey's panties to pleasure himself. In no time, he ejaculated.
Afterwards, he meticulously washed Audrey's dress and undergarments and hung them out to dry on the balcony. Returning to his bedroom, he found he couldn't fall asleep. When Audrey wasn't home, he eagerly awaited her return. Now that she was back, he felt a sense of confusion, as if nothing had changed. He wondered when he would finally have the chance to truly make love to her.
"Audrey, I want you," Kevin mumbled as he drifted into sleep, dreaming of passionate entanglements with his cousin. In his dreams, she was bashful and tender, her large, alabaster breasts swaying seductively before him, yet always just out of reach. His anxious sweat-covered face made Audrey laugh heartily, her coquettish charm utterly captivating.
The next morning, Kevin woke up, still savoring the vivid dream of last night. If only he could make love to Audrey as he had in his dream.
He rubbed his eyes and went to the bathroom, pulling out his swollen cock to urinate. A strong stream gushed out, creating yellow foam in the toilet. Perhaps it was the heat—he felt he might be dehydrated and needed to drink more water.
A sudden soft cry from the door made Kevin turn around. There stood Audrey, her face flushed, eyes fixed on his urinating member.
"Audrey, you're awake." Kevin felt an inexplicable thrill as his cousin watched him. Deliberately, he grasped his cock and increased the force of his urine stream, as if showing off to Audrey. "Just give me a moment; I'll be done soon."
"I’ll come back later," Audrey muttered, turning away with a scowl, irritated by Kevin's insolence. Yet the sight of Kevin's thick, long member made her body heat up, her face flushing even more.
After Kevin left last night, she quickly fell asleep. In her dreams, Kevin crawled into bed, seeking her warmth, his erection pressing against her nether regions. She was swept away by desire and, half-heartedly resisting, let him enter her body. Upon waking to find it all a dream, she felt a deep sense of loss.
Thinking of her own wanton behavior in the dream, she felt a slight fear. If Kevin had really approached her last night, she might have foolishly surrendered to him. With Bethany away for a few days, leaving just her and Kevin at home together, she knew she needed to maintain a firm demeanor. Who knew what Kevin might do in a fit of passion?
This morning, because Bethany had been busy opening her shop, Kevin hadn't cooked, leaving the refrigerator bare. Audrey bought youtiao and tofu pudding for breakfast.
"Kevin, after breakfast, work on your homework while I go to the market to buy some groceries," Audrey instructed over breakfast.
"Sis, can I come with you?" Kevin asked, his eyes lingering on Audrey's alluring figure. She wore a T-shirt and denim shorts, her outfit revealing large swathes of white skin. The sight of her ample breasts, swaying gently beneath the T-shirt, was mesmerizing.
"One hand just isn’t enough," Kevin thought, reminiscing about how he had once measured his cousin’s incredible breasts with his hands. Back in their hometown, no other woman held a candle to Audrey’s impressive bust. Most women’s bra sizes ranged between B and C cups, comprising ninety percent of the population. Only less than ten percent had C cups or above, with D cups being rare and E cups nearly non-existent.
If there were a ranking for women by their bra size, Audrey’s 36G bust would undoubtedly top the chart. In terms of size, shape, firmness, and feel, they were unparalleled. Before leaving their hometown, Audrey had once pleasured Kevin with her breasts. That all-encompassing sensation of her soft breasts enveloping his shaft remained a vivid memory. His own lack of control back then was embarrassing—he had barely managed to enjoy it before climaxing. Shortly after, Audrey had left for Starhaven, and he lost the chance to redeem himself.
Kevin fantasized about another delightful session of breast play with his cousin, his manhood stirring at the thought. Luckily, the table concealed his arousal.
"No, you stay home and study," Audrey smiled slightly, her curvaceous figure making Kevin's heart race.
After breakfast, Audrey gave Kevin his assignments before heading to the market with her shopping basket. Though Kevin was reluctant, he returned to his room to focus on his homework.
With Audrey back at home, there was no need to rush things. Sometimes, haste makes waste. He cherished their rare moments of solitude and hoped their cohabitation would last. Kevin secretly prayed his mother would stay in the city longer, allowing him more time with Audrey.
By the time Kevin finished his assignments, it was past ten. Stretching, he thought Audrey should be back by now. Hearing noises outside, he went to check and found Audrey returning with a basket of groceries. He quickly took the basket from her, grinning, "Audrey, you're back. I finished all my assignments. Want to check them?"
"Later. Let me rest a bit first," Audrey said, sitting on the sofa and rubbing her arms. "My arms are sore. Put the groceries in the kitchen and slice the watermelon."
Kevin carried the basket to the kitchen, noticing tomatoes, green beans, eggplants, and half a watermelon. The half-watermelon alone weighed about five or six pounds, no wonder Audrey was tired. He sliced the watermelon into small pieces, placed them on a fruit plate, and inserted a few toothpicks.
Returning to the living room, Kevin saw Audrey lounging lazily on the sofa, her ample breasts slightly deformed by the pressure, and her long, white legs stretched out. The sight of her full, rounded hips tempted Kevin as he imagined burying his cock in her soft flesh.
"Audrey, the watermelon is ready," Kevin said, his mouth watering as he handed her the fruit plate with a grin. "I'll feed you."
"It's okay, I'll eat it myself," Audrey replied, setting her phone down. As she sat up, her large breasts, freed from the weight, resumed their original shape, resembling two large grapefruits bouncing beneath her T-shirt.
Audrey usually wore one size up to avoid overly tight clothing that emphasized her ample bosom, making it difficult to find fitting clothes. Even loose T-shirts looked obscene when stretched over her 36G breasts.
Watching her eat the watermelon, her rosy lips parting to nibble on the fruit, Kevin thought how everything she did was mesmerizingly beautiful. Who said one could tire of looking at a beautiful woman? Nonsense. If he could live with Audrey, he would never tire of admiring her.
"Kevin, why aren't you eating? Why are you just staring at me?" Audrey asked, noticing Kevin’s gaze on her. It made her feel uneasy. "The watermelon is sweet. Try some," she coaxed, handing him a piece.
"Mm, it is sweet," Kevin remarked, savoring the juice but secretly longing for a taste of those ripe breasts instead.
"If you're free, how about massaging my shoulders?" Audrey suggested, seeing Kevin's lustful gaze. She shot him a warning look, sensing his growing boldness.
Kevin eagerly accepted, placing his hands on Audrey's smooth, white shoulders. Though her figure appeared slim, she had a voluptuous body—slender in clothes, yet full and soft when undressed. Her skin felt incredibly smooth and delicate, emitting a fresh, subtle fragrance, unlike Natalie’s strong perfume that sent him into a fervid frenzy whenever he entered her car.
Standing behind the seated Audrey, Kevin could see down her T-shirt to the tempting swell of her breasts, restrained yet prominent. The black lace bra did little to obscure the alluring sight of her cleavage.
Feeling parched, Kevin licked his dry lips, his hands subconsciously gliding from her shoulders down towards those impressive breasts.
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