The woman who was standing outside—maybe in her early twenties, 24 at most. She had the sa dark eyes as Kerry, the sa full lips, the sa strong features—but where Kerry was mature, this woman was fresh, her skin smooth and unmarked, her body slim but curved in all the right places. And fuck—her tits were just as big as her mother’s, full and heavy, barely contained by the loose hide wrap she wore.
Kina’s eyes flickered to , her gaze curious—assessing. "Mom," she said, her voice light but impatient, "you’re taking so much ti..." Then her attention shifted fully to , her dark eyes narrowing just slightly. "And who is this little brother?"
The way she said it—little brother—made sothing twist in my chest. Not because it was true, but because of the way her lips curled around the words, the way her eyes traced over , lingering just a second too long on the bulge in my makeshift leaf-skirt.
"Kina, let introduce this little brother to you..." Kerry gestured toward , her hands still instinctively covering her bare tits, though her nipples remained hard and aching beneath her touch. "His na is Dexter. Your father found him in the forest..."
Kerry finished telling Kina my story—how I’d lost my family, how I’d co to the tribe, how her grandfather had taken in. The way she spoke, her voice soft and careful, made it sound like I was so fragile thing, sothing to be protected.
Kina listened, her dark eyes never leaving , her expression slowly shifting from curiosity to sothing warr. Sympathy.
"Dexter," she said, stepping closer, her voice warm, almost gentle. "From now on, we’re all your family." Her gaze flicked over again, but this ti, it wasn’t the sa appraising look from before. This was softer. Sisterly. "And you’ll have a sister from now on." A small smile tugged at her lips. "If you need anything, tell your sister, okay?"
I nodded, my throat suddenly tight. "Yeah..." My voice ca out rough, hoarse. "Thank you, sister."
"Okay... let’s go." Kerry reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm—hesitant, but affectionate. "And Dexter, co—I’ll introduce you to the others." Her lips curved into a small smile. "Kids your age, so you won’t feel alone here."
I didn’t hesitate.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug—tight, possessive. My lips brushed against her shoulder as I murmured, my voice muffled against her skin, "With my aunt here..." My hands slid down her back, my fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. "How can I feel alone? I’m just happy to be with my aunt."
Kerry stiffened for a second—her body tense, her breath hitching—before she lted into it, her fingers patting my back almost absentmindedly.
"You kid..." she chuckled, but her voice was soft, affectionate—unaware of the filthy thoughts racing through my mind. The way her body fit against mine, the way her breasts pressed into my chest, the way her heat radiated through the thin hide covering her—it made my cock twitch with dark anticipation.
Then she pulled back slightly, her dark eyes flickering toward Kina. "Kina, you take him there..." She hesitated, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I need to go and... take a piss..."
The words hit like a spark.
Hearing Kerry say she was going to piss—sothing so mundane, so normal—sent a jolt of dark, filthy curiosity through . I’d seen won squirt on my cock, seen them drip with arousal, seen them co until they were a ss—but I’d never seen one piss.
Never witnessed the raw, unfiltered act of a woman letting go like that—the vulnerability of her thighs parted, the sound of it, the scent of it, the way her body would tremble as she released.
My mind raced.
This wasn’t just about pissing.
This was an opportunity.
An opportunity to see Kerry—completely exposed. To see her squat, her thighs spread, her pussy dripping—not with arousal this ti, but with sothing raw, sothing real. The thought made my cock throb, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Fuck.
"Aunt..." I said, my voice casual, innocent—just eager enough to sound believable. "I also want to take a piss..." I shrugged, my eyes wide with faux confusion. "I don’t know where to go... Can you take with you?"
Kerry hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Okay. Co with ." She turned to Kina, her voice firm. "Kina, you go back. Dexter and I will et you at the food."
Kina nodded, her dark eyes flickering between us before she turned and walked away. And fuck—that ass. The way it swung with each step, the way the hide clung to the curve of her hips, the way her thighs pressed together just enough to hint at the heat between them. I watched—transfixed—as she moved, the sunlight catching the sweat on her skin, the way her muscles flexed with every step.
Then Kerry’s voice pulled back.
"Dexter, let’s go." She gestured for to follow, her own voice tight—nervous, maybe, though she tried to hide it. "I’ll show you the place..."
I followed, my gaze dropping to her ass as she walked ahead of . The hide wrapped around her waist was damp in places, clinging to the swell of her hips, the curve of her thighs. And then I saw it—
A faint, glistening trail.
Dripping down the back of her thighs.
My grin turned dark, possessive.
That wasn’t piss.
That was her—her pussy, still aching, still leaking from how badly I’d teased her. The juices trickled down her skin, shiny and thick, clinging to the dark hair between her legs before sliding down her thighs.
She shifted slightly, her legs pressing together as if she could hide it, but it only sared it further, the wetness glistening in the sunlight.
She probably thought it was itching—so sickness, so strange reaction.
But I knew the truth.
She was wet. Desperate. And she had no idea how bad she wanted it.
We stepped out of the cluster of huts into a plain area covered in tall, swaying grass. The tribe’s living space was behind us now, the open field stretching ahead—empty, private. No one else was around. They must’ve all gone to eat.
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