Chapter 974: The Little Girl
Audrey had no choice but to repeat herself. Only then did Dean fetch his English final exam paper from his backpack. Out of a possible 100 points, he had scored a mere 47. The 40-point essay section was especially disastrous, with numerous spelling errors and barely 8 points scored. This put him at the bottom of Class 55.
"Dean, this is far too careless. You didn’t even read the questions properly; how can you get them right this way?" Audrey glanced at the crumpled test paper and found many issues. She sat on the couch, crossing her legs, and had Dean stand beside her, just like she did with her students.
Despite Tessa’s tall stature, Dean had not inherited his mother’s genes. He was thin and small, barely 1.5 meters tall, and standing there, he looked as fragile as a bean sprout. Even seated on the couch, Audrey was taller than him.
As Dean stood beside Audrey, pretending to listen to her explanations, his eyes instinctively drifted to the neckline of her dress. The sight of her ample, alluring cleavage excited him, causing his little, still-developing penis to quickly harden.
As a boy just entering puberty, Dean was experiencing significant physiological and psychological changes, developing an emerging awareness of sexuality and curiosity about women around him. His first target was his mother, Tessa. While Tessa wasn’t particularly beautiful, she maintained a good figure and often wore thin clothing. At home, she frequently wore just a vest, sometimes without a bra, her slightly drooping breasts visible underneath, causing Dean's heart to race and body to heat up. His little penis often felt unbearably full, but he didn’t understand why.
One night, awoken from a nightmare, Dean accidentally witnessed his parents having sex. His father was on top of his mother, moving his hips rhythmically, while his mother moaned with closed eyes. Although he didn't fully comprehend what they were doing, he found it incredibly thrilling. The next morning, he woke to find his underwear wet and thought he had wet the bed.
Another time, he was pestering his mother for pocket money to buy ice cream. When Tessa refused, he clung to her, rubbing his lower body against her thigh. Suddenly, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed him, feeling as if he had urinated. In the bathroom, he found his underwear soaked with a white, sticky substance. Though he didn’t know what it was, he fondly remembered the dizzying pleasure he felt. From then on, he would often try to touch his mother’s body, rubbing his genitals against her thigh or buttocks until he ‘urinated’ again.
Eventually, Dean’s attention shifted to his aunt Audrey. Compared to his mother, Audrey was younger and more attractive, making his arousal even harder to control. Her large, firm breasts drove him crazy. Unfortunately, Audrey rarely visited home after going to university, making the times she did return home during the Spring Festival the happiest for Dean. Watching Audrey’s ample bosom bounce in front of him kept him aroused continuously. However, unlike his mother, he didn’t dare to touch her as freely. Their relationship was more distanced, and Audrey's growing authority as a teacher added to his fear, similar to how he felt about his own teacher.
"Now about your essay—leaving aside the content, your handwriting should at least be neat. Look at your scrawls; they resemble a dog’s scratches! Plus, your content doesn’t match the essay topic. The assignment was to write about a spring outing, but what did you write? If I were your teacher, I’d give you a zero."
As Audrey continued to tutor Dean on his essay, she couldn’t help but feel helpless. Her nephew paled in comparison to Kevin. Although Kevin could be mischievous, he had a natural talent for learning, especially in essays where he expressed his own thoughts rather than writing nonsense. Audrey had a deeper connection with Dean, having watched him grow up, and naturally wished for him to excel and bring honor to their family.
Dean nodded absentmindedly, his eyes fixated on Audrey's enticing cleavage, imagining her sprawled on a bed, spreading her white legs as he, like his father, lay over her and inserted his hard member into her small opening. A middle school neighbor had told him this was called making love, and he wanted to experience it with his aunt.
"Dean, did you hear a word I said?" Audrey’s stern voice interrupted his fantasy. She spotted him staring at her chest and frowned, tossing the paper onto the table and standing up. "What were you just looking at?"
Audrey’s 1.67-meter frame was imposing to Dean, who lowered his head guiltily. "Auntie, I wasn’t looking at anything."
"Fine, reflect on what I just said," Audrey said, softening her tone. Considering Dean was only twelve, she thought perhaps his curiosity was innocent. "You can't stare at others like that. It’s impolite, understand?"
"I understand, Auntie. I won’t do it again," Dean promised, relieved she hadn’t labeled him a pervert and would still talk to him.
"Good. You’re about to start middle school; it’s different from primary school. You need to work harder. Your dad doesn’t earn money easily, so don’t let him down." Audrey tousled Dean’s hair, smiling gently, and thought of Kevin.
Despite having an unreliable mother, Dean had a complete family. Kevin, on the other hand, had lost his father early and lived alone with his mother, yet remained optimistic and positive. Audrey decided she needed to treat Kevin better when she returned home and fulfill his needs as much as possible, considering he had a hard life.
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Back home, in an upscale residential area, Kevin had just finished a phone call with his cousin and was heading out when he heard someone call his name. Turning around, he saw Maurice beckoning from under a nearby tree. He quickly ran over and greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Mrs. Maurice. What brings you here?"
"The doctor advised me to move around more and get some fresh air for my health," Maurice replied kindly. "Kevin, why haven’t you been to my place lately? You promised to visit and keep me company. I get so lonely at home."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Kevin scratched his head. Since his cousin returned from Starhaven, he had been glued to Audrey’s side and rarely left the house, even visiting his godmother Grace less frequently. Moreover, although Maurice was kind, she was the wife of Armando, coming from a family with a certain air of authority that made Kevin more uneasy around her than around Armando himself.
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