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The sun pressed down on the island, baking the jagged rocks and white sand where the plane had broken apart. I brushed a bit of soot from my sleeve, but my eyes kept drifting over to my dad, Richard. He moved through the wreckage like he owned it, scanning everything, calculating water, shelter, keeping us safe.

My Mom, Grace, was holding Hannah’s hand like she might squeeze it off, her eyes darting from my little sisters to me and then to the shoreline, as if expecting a miracle. Fear etched every line of her face, but she stood tall beside Dad, trying to keep it together.

Hannah, thirteen, peeked at the wreckage, her face a mix of horror and fascination. “Mom… Dad… what do we do?” she asked.

I kicked a piece of debris. Great. My temper was already short, and now this chaos was sharpening it. I kept glancing at Derek, hovering too close to Chloe, pretending to be helpful. He was fourteen—same as me and Chloe—and he looked like he had it all together: arms crossed, chin high. But I could see it, the slight tremor in his stance. I knew him too well—he was my bully, the one who never let me breathe easy.

Chloe kept her distance from him, jaw tight, refusing to look at his smirk. I could feel the tension radiating off her; Derek had probably been trying to get her attention again.

Dad stepped between us. “We need to think clearly. First, we find shelter and water. Everyone stays together,” he said, his voice cutting through the chaos like a tether.

Mom stayed close to Hannah, never letting go of her hand. Jessica, the oldest of us siblings at fifteen, clung to our Aunt Nora, someone she always looked up to.

I took in the wreckage around us, remnants of a plane that only moments ago had been steady in the sky. We were on our school choir trip. Chloe’s mom could not come. The storm had come out of nowhere: gusting winds, sheets of rain, engines screaming. Panic had spread, and the plane nosedived into the ocean. A miracle we weren’t worse off.

We were scattered across the sand, among jagged fragments of metal and luggage. I could still feel the memory of that sudden lurch, the screaming, the cold water lapping against me—but somehow, we were alive. That was all that mattered.

“Do you think the rest of them are alive?” Jessica’s voice shook.

“I’m sure they are, babe,” Aunt Nora said. “They’re just separated for now. There are usually a few islands close together. Maybe they swam to another one.”

“Where even are we?” Jessica asked, glancing at the trees and jagged rocks.

“I wish I knew,” Aunt Nora admitted.

Dad started searching through the wreckage, his eyes catching every scrap of useful stuff. He found a couple of backpacks: snacks, bottled water, a first-aid kit, a few emergency blankets.

“Look,” he called, holding one up. “It’s not much, but it’ll get us started.”

Mom’s eyes lit up. “We could use this!” she said, reaching for the blankets.

I grabbed a bottle of water from one of the packs, still keeping an eye on Derek. “Better than nothing,” I muttered.

Derek, of course, couldn’t resist trying to grab a packaged cream bun from Chloe’s backpack. She elbowed him hard. “Hands off,” she said, and for a moment he froze, though the smirk never fully left his face.

Hannah tugged at her sand-streaked blouse, cheeks pink. “Mom… I… I need to go,” she admitted.

Chloe brushed sand from her ripped jeans, her damp blue T-shirt clinging to her petite frame. God, she looked sexy. “Yeah… me too,” she muttered.

Mom immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on both their shoulders. “Alright, we’ll head into the trees. Stay close and stay quiet,” she instructed, leading them toward a thicket that offered some privacy. They soon disappeared.

Derek started to follow them, smirking like he thought the whole thing was some private joke.

“Where are you going?” I demanded, my voice sharp with irritation.

“I need to relieve myself too,” he called back with a cheeky grin. “You got a problem with that?”

“You—You can’t follow them,” I shot back.

“You expect me to piss out here in the open? Got a fetish or something, Ollie?”

“No—I mean, the girls are going there. Shouldn’t we give them some privacy? Can’t you wait?”

“Nope,” he said, walking off.

I wasn’t sure if he meant my first question or my second, but a small measure of relief washed over me as I watched him stride off in a different direction. Still, unease lingered—Derek was brazen enough to cause trouble no matter where he went.

My attention snapped back when Dad called out, “Ollie, lay out these blankets in the shade over there.”

I hurried over, glancing once more at the trees where the girls had disappeared, and spread the blankets beneath the palms. The coarse fabric was still damp, but at least it offered some respite from the baking sand.

Even as I worked, Derek’s smirk gnawed at my thoughts—especially the way he had looked at Chloe before walking off. He’d been trying to hit on her for months, turning every smirk and smart remark into some clumsy attempt at flirting—never mind that he knew full well she was my girlfriend. Luckily, Chloe never let herself be pushed around; she had a way of shutting him down sharp. With no father figure at home, she and her mom had learned to stand firm on their own. Derek, on the other hand, had only his dad, who was usually off on business trips—including this one.

“So, what now, Richard?” Aunt Nora asked, scooting closer.

Dad exhaled, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Honestly? This isn’t exactly the vacation I had in mind. But rule number one when you’re lost—stay put. Let help come to you.”

“Well, no shit, Sherlock. This was supposed to be a simple weekend getaway for Ollie’s choir trip, not a survival course. But you’re probably right—we should stay put. Let’s hope someone’s already looking for us,” Aunt Nora muttered.

“Arghh, this is horrible! There isn’t even any reception here,” Jessica groaned, running a hand through her tangled red hair, trying to find a reception spot on her phone.

“I’d save that battery charge if I were you,” Aunt Nora said, shaking her head.

Dad scanned the wreckage. “Nora’s right. Is that the only phone we have?”

“I have one here,” I said, fishing my smartphone out of my soaked pocket.

“Good. Good. You two, turn it off to preserve the battery. We might need it later,” Dad instructed.

“Um… where are we going to sleep at night? Looks like it might rain,” Jessica asked, glancing nervously at the sky.

I had zoned out for a moment, staring at my phone. What if Derek had one too… and had tried to sneak a video of Chloe and the others in the bushes? My stomach twisted at the thought.

“Ollie… are you listening?” Dad’s voice broke through, calm but firm.

I snapped back, cheeks heating. “Y-Yeah,” I stammered.

“Good. Grab those torn curtains and ropes over there, and help me prop up one of the overhead luggage bins,” he instructed, pointing toward a cluster of scattered debris. “We’ll use it as the frame for a makeshift tent.”

I nodded, forcing my mind away from Derek and focusing on the task.

It had been twenty minutes since the girls disappeared into the trees, and Dad and I were finally finishing the framework of a makeshift tent. We’d leaned the overhead luggage bin against a sturdy palm trunk and used ropes to tie the torn curtains across its edges. The structure wobbled slightly in the breeze, and the curtains sagged unevenly, but it would provide some shade—and a tiny bit of privacy.

“One down, one more to go,” Dad remarked, brushing sand from his hands.

Finally, Mom emerged from the trees, followed by Hannah and Chloe. Chloe’s T-shirt had torn near her shoulder. Hannah’s blouse looked muddier than when they had left.

“Mom… what happened?” I called, running toward her.

Before she could reply, the faint sound of crunching leaves drew my attention. Derek appeared from the trees, a cheeky grin on his face, hands shoved into his pockets. His shorts were just as muddy as Hannah’s blouse.

My muscles tensed, and I stepped forward, gripping the collar of his polo shirt. “Did you do this?” I demanded.

Derek’s smirk faltered for a moment before he shoved me backward. “Do what? Get your hands off me, squirt.”

“Hold on a minute. What’s going on?” Mom stepped between us.

“Mom, I… um, what happened back there? Chlo’s T-shirt’s ripped, and Hannah’s top is all muddy. I thought Derek might have had something to do with it.” My stomach tightened. I could feel the panic rising—what if he’d really tried to sneak a video of them or worse?

Mom’s eyes widened. “Derek—what are you even talking about? Hannah slipped in a mud patch, and Chloe’s T-shirt got caught in the bushes. Seriously, Ollie.” She raised a brow at Derek. “Were you there?”

“No,” he replied with a shrug, looking completely unbothered.

I couldn’t help glancing at his pockets. “Do you have your phone with you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Get lost,” he snapped.

“Mom… I think he might have tried to take a video of you in the bushes,” I said, my chest tightening with worry.

Derek pulled his pockets inside out to show he had nothing. “There, happy?”

“Oliver! That’s enough—what are you even thinking? God, I hope someone finds us soon; these kids are going to drive me crazy,” Mom muttered, pressing two fingers to her forehead.

“He always does this,” Derek added, feigning innocence. “Then cries that I’m picking on him.”

Before I could snap back, Dad’s voice cut through from a few feet away.

“Ollie! Derek! Quit fooling around and give me a hand over here,” he called, wrestling with a sagging curtain that refused to stay tied. “This thing’s not going to hold up on its own.”

“Coming, Mr. Miller!” Derek shouted back, smirking at me.

I let out a slow breath, unclenching my fists. Asshole. I shot Derek one last glare before turning to help Dad.

By evening, the two tents were finally standing. I had to admit, Derek had been fast with knots and hauling panels, and both shelters looked sturdy enough to last the night. We all gathered around a small campfire, catching our breath after the chaos of the day and grabbing a few snacks for some much-needed energy. When the heavy rain came later, the night passed quietly, the girls huddled in one tent, us boys in the other, and I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that Derek’s smirk would be back at the first chance. I tightened my grip on a stick I’d picked up for firewood—not that it would do much—but at least it made me feel a little safer that night.

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By morning, the sun was already climbing high, turning the sand into a scorching sheet of white. Thank heavens, we had shoes. The campfire had died down overnight, and the tents were still damp from the rain, giving the whole site a musty, wet smell. Food wasn’t the worst problem—Dad had figured out how to catch some fish—but we were running low on water. We had totally forgotten to collect the rainwater. He frowned as he surveyed the small collection of bottles we had left.

“Ollie, Derek, we need to find a source of fresh water,” he said, his voice a bit unsure. “No easy way to say this, but you two may have to venture into the jungle.”

I shot Derek a look. He raised his eyebrows, grinning, like this was some kind of adventure he’d been waiting for. I could feel my stomach tighten. He just wanted to beat me up. The jungle didn’t help either. It had been dark and thick the last time I’d peeked in, and every shadow seemed like it was hiding something worse than it probably was.

“Richard, they’re just boys,” Mom scowled. “No way are they going by themselves.”

“I’ll go with them,” Aunt Nora volunteered.

Aunt Nora had always been the brave one. Just knowing she’d be coming with us made me feel a little safer. Derek, of course, couldn’t help himself—his eyes lingered on her, smacking his lips like a fool. At twenty-five, she was a stunning 5’3” brunette with shoulder-length hair and a presence that turned heads without effort. I was barely 4’9” and Derek would have been a couple inches taller than me.

“Thanks, Aunt Nora,” I muttered, glancing at her. Derek didn’t say anything—just smirked, clearly thinking this was going to be the most fun he’d had all day.

“Can I come?” Jessica asked.

“Oh, no, Missy. You’re staying put,” Mom said firmly, putting her foot down.

Jessica threw a tantrum and stormed off, slamming her hands against her hips.

And just like that, it was me, Derek, and Aunt Nora heading into the jungle.

About half an hour in, the jungle was already thick around us, the canopy swallowing most of the sunlight and turning everything a deep, humid green. The air smelled earthy, wet, and a little sharp, like the soil had soaked up all the rain from yesterday. My shoes squelched with every step, the mud tugging at the soles, and I had to keep shaking my head to clear the creeping panic that threatened to slow me down.

Derek, of course, was bouncing from root to root, poking at vines and brushing aside leaves like a kid showing off. “Bet there’s a snake under that one,” he said, waving his hand over a tangle of leaves and grinning.

“Don’t touch it!” Aunt Nora snapped. Her voice was calm but sharp enough to make even Derek pause. “Look where you’re going. One wrong move, and you’ll regret it.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. I was grateful she was here, keeping him in check—and that I wasn’t getting a wet willy or a wedgie every ten seconds.

Aunt Nora crouched down, pointing at some moss growing on the north side of a tree trunk. “See this? Moss usually grows toward moisture. We should follow the slope—it should lead us downhill, probably toward a stream or a pond.”

I noticed how Derek stared at Aunt Nora's ass as she crouched down. I swear, I saw him fight the urge to reach out and give it a squeeze. In fact, it wasn't the first time. From time to time, I had caught him ogling her well-rounded F-cup breasts, which were noticeably outlined through her white tank top. He was pretty shameless about it too, and to be honest, I knew him too well at this point to appear shocked. He had been doing that to Chloe a lot even though hers was nowhere as large—probably just A-cups.

Clearly, Aunt Nora was aware of it too. She had to be. But maybe she disregarded it—after all, he was just a teenager, and she was the adult.

After a while, I lost it.

"Derek, quit being a pervert," I whispered, not wanting Aunt Nora to hear. "That’s my aunt, you jerk."

Derek just smirked at me, not taking his eyes off Aunt Nora's tits for a second. "Come on, twerp. You can't tell me you haven't noticed how hot she is. The way those tits are practically spilling out of that top... I bet they'd feel amazing in my hands.”

“I don’t care what you think, that’s my aunt,” I shot back.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do ’bout it?” he sneered, squaring his shoulders like he was daring me to make a move.

I shook my head in disgust, though my stomach churned. Quickening my pace, I put some distance between us, not wanting him to notice the edge of unease creeping into me.

A few minutes later, we finally reached what appeared to be a waterhole. Aunt Nora was thrilled.

“We should like take a dip in the water,” Derek suggested.

“Uh—No, we shouldn’t,” I replied almost instantly. That bastard! I knew what Derek was up to. I could tell he wasn't thinking about hydrating or cleaning up. No, he had far more depraved intentions.

“That sounds lovely actually,” Aunt Nora chirped. “I don’t think it’s very deep, should be safe. Don’t worry, Ollie.”

Before I could say anything, Aunt Nora had already started to peel off her jacket, letting it drop to the ground. Next, she reached up and tugged her tank top over her head, exposing a lacy pink bra that struggled to contain her ample, voluptuous breasts. My gaze drifted down her body as she kicked off her cargo pants, revealing a matching pair of pink panties that hugged her curvy hips and the tantalizing, round cheeks of her ass like a second skin.

I watched in disbelief as Aunt Nora stripped down to her underwear right before our eyes. I glanced over at Derek, noting the undisguised desire etched across his face, his eyes bugging out of his head as he openly ogled Aunt Nora's nearly naked form. Instinctively, my eyes drifted to Derek's groin, and sure enough, he was pitching a tent.

Aunt Nora took a running leap and dove into the clear blue water, her voluptuous figure slicing through the surface like a knife. Derek didn't waste a second, stripping down to his boxers before cannon-balling into the water with a loud splash. Not to be left behind, I too shed my clothes and plunged in. I was fully prepared to put a stop to things if Derek tried anything inappropriate with Aunt Nora —though I knew stopping him would be a tall order. Luckily, he kept his distance.

As we swam and splashed around playfully, I noticed Derek suddenly veer off towards the shore, his eyes locked onto something in the distance. Curious, I followed. Hanging from a twisted tree surrounded by leafless twigs and branches, was a single, solitary fruit. The fruit was the size of a small apple, with a deep crimson skin that seemed to glow in the dappled jungle light. I watched as Derek plucked the fruit with ease.

“Derek, wait,” I called. “Don’t eat that. It’s the only one on the tree, and we have no idea what it is—or if it’s even safe. Let’s not take any chances, okay?” The guy might’ve been my bully, but I wasn’t about to watch him poison himself just to prove a point.

Derek didn’t even hesitate. He turned the fruit over once in his hand, wiped it against his damp boxers like that somehow made it safer, and sank his teeth into it with a loud crunch. Juice ran down his chin, staining his mouth red like blood, but he just grinned through it. Within seconds, the whole thing was gone—core, skin, everything. He tossed the stem aside with a flick of his wrist, smirking at me like he’d just won some kind of contest.

“Are you insane?” I yelled. “That thing could have been—” I didn’t even get to complete my sentence.

Derek suddenly doubled over, a strangled shout ripping from his throat. His hands flew to his torso, clutching at himself, his eyes wide in shock and pain. “Aah! My—my—” he gasped, staggering and then collapsing onto the ground, curling up as best he could.

I stepped back. “Derek! Oh my God, hold on!” I shouted.

I ran as fast as I could toward the waterhole. “Aunt Nora! Help! Derek’s—he’s in trouble!”

She was mid-stroke, when she froze at the sound of my panic. Without hesitation, she kicked off and swam toward the shore.

“Derek!” she called. The two of us reached him in seconds. “What’s wrong?”

“He ate something… a fruit from that tree,” I explained.

Aunt Nora scanned the dead tree. I could see she didn’t quite believe I was telling the truth but Derek’s pain was real.

“What’s going on Derek? Is it your stomach?” Aunt Nora asked.

“N—No…” Derek mumbled feebly.

The two of us managed to prop him up against the tree. That’s when it hit me—he wasn’t clutching his stomach at all. It was his groin, and the look on his face left no doubt how much it hurt.

“Derek you need to speak clearly… what’s going on?” Aunt Nora’s voice was firm, in control.

“It’s my penis… it hurts… bad,” Derek spoke with some effort.

“Let me see,” Aunt Nora said, moving between his legs and moving her hands towards his.

I stood up with a jerk. “Aunt Nora!” I shouted, my voice cracking.

“What?” she asked, pausing mid-step glancing at me with an eyebrow raised. My eyes darting between her hands and the proximity of his crotch told her my concern. “Relax, Ollie. I’m a nurse. You’d be surprised at the number of times I’ve seen boys’ penises stuck in their zippers. Look away if you’re uncomfortable.”

She continued gently moving Derek’s hands away from where he had clutched it.

And that’s when something struck us both.

The tent pitched in his boxers was enormous.

“Oh my God!” Aunt Nora yelped.

It took her a full minute to gather her composure, and then she slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing an enormous, straining erection. The fabric had barely begun to slide off his hips when the weight of his massive member caused it to spring free, slapping against his belly with a heavy thud and then back up, pointing straight towards the sky.

"Wow," I breathed, my eyes widening in disbelief.

Aunt Nora's jaw dropped open as she took in the enormity of his manhood. At least eight inches in length, the girth was equally impressive, easily spanning her palm. Veins bulged along the thick shaft, snaking from the base up to a massive swollen purple head. She looked down in amazement at the full, engorged balls that hung heavy just below. It would barely be fair to call them the size of tangerines.

"Goodness," Aunt Nora breathed, mesmerized by the sheer size of his erection. “Derek… what the fuck is this?”

My eyes shifted to Derek’s, and I saw that he was just as surprised as us.

“I don’t know… oh god, it hurts,” Derek groaned.

As we tried to process what was happening, I noticed Aunt Nora's left hand had unconsciously moved to her panties. Her two fingers were pressed up against the wet fabric that covered her mound, and she rubbed it slowly as her gaze remained locked on Derek's massive cock.

“Do—Do you think it’s swollen because of the poison?” I asked, trying to snap her out of it. It worked—she immediately pulled her hand back.

“It’s… possible,” she said. “Derek, I’m going to have to touch it to examine it, okay?”

Derek said nothing.

I watched transfixed as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. For the first time, I realized Aunt Nora had small hands. She struggled to close her fingers fully around his girth.

Derek twitched beneath her touch.

“I’m sorry, does that hurt?” she asked.

“Uh… no,” Derek replied.

Aunt Nora slowly slid her hand up from the base towards the top. I saw that she could now grasp his dick more easily. His dick had a thick base and it tapered toward the top, with a swollen head that seemed to defy its own weight.

“Does it hurt here?” she asked.

“No,” Derek replied.

Aunt Nora's hand continued its journey, grabbing the swollen purple head, her grip growing tighter around it as if she were eager to alleviate some of the pressure. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept drifting to her face. Was that drool glistening at the corner of her lips—or just water from the swim earlier? I honestly couldn’t tell.

“What about now?” she asked.

“No,” came Derek’s reply again. “Actually, Nora… it feels kinda good. Like the pain is going away when you’re doing it.”

That cheeky bastard. Did he just call her Nora?

Aunt Nora’s mouth formed a soft “Oh, I see,”

Gently her hand slid back from top to bottom this time, pulling back a bit of foreskin along and Derek had a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

“Oh fuck! that… feels so good,” he moaned loudly.

Aunt Nora’s hands slid back up to the knob circling it fully and then back down.

“Oh, yes… please keep going,” Derek said.

I think Aunt Nora didn’t need much more convincing to continue either. Her hand glided effortlessly up and down the length of his shaft, slowly picking up speed with each pass. She was jerking him consciously now.

I couldn’t believe what was happening and a small part of me was aroused because my aunt was jerking off a guy from my class, the same age as me, right in front of me—even if it was the guy I hated. It was wrong on so many levels, yet undeniably thrilling at the same time. Still, I had to be the voice of reason and put a stop to this before it spiraled out of control.

I faked a cough, and it worked—Aunt Nora jolted back, releasing Derek’s dick as if burned. When she turned toward me, her face was stricken with horror, like she’d only just realized I’d been standing there the whole time.

“Ollie… th-this isn’t what it looks like… I-I was only helping Derek r-relieve some pain,” she stammered.

Derek smirked. “Yeah, Ollie. She was helping me relieve my pain… and it’s not quite gone yet. Now if you don’t mind…” he turned to Aunt Nora. “Nora, could you continue please?”

“Oh god! No… I shouldn’t,” Nora said apologetically, clutching herself as if trying to regain control.

“Why? Is it because Oliver’s here?” Derek asked. He turned to me. “Go fuck off, Ollie.”

I had half a mind to kick him in the balls right there. It would have been easy too, but then I heard Aunt Nora’s “No.” I breathed a sigh of relief knowing it wasn’t too late and all this was just a spur of the moment mistake.

“It’s not because of Ollie… this is just wrong,” Aunt Nora said, her lips quivering.

That’s my Aunt! I grinned from ear to ear.

My grin faded quickly though because Derek threw his head back and groaned. “Oh god! The pain… it’s back.” Almost purposefully he must have contracted his pelvic muscles because his cock twitched. That asshole.

I think a switch was flipped inside Aunt Nora because she pounced on Derek's dick, wrapping her fingers around his engorged member in one fell swoop. With renewed vigor, she began stroking the entire length of his monstrous shaft all the way to the tip without further prodding.

“Ollie, I’m sorry... I have to do this, please look away,” she pleaded.

I was shocked and utterly disgusted. I turned my head away.

“I have to… help Derek… it’s my duty… as a nurse,” she said, panting as she kept beating him off at a furious pace.

I could hear Derek’s moaning. “Oh fuck! Nora… yeah… just like that...”

It made me sick, but it also made my own penis hard—enough that I wanted to sneak a peek at what was happening.

Aunt Nora was milking Derek’s cock dry, her eyes fixated on them, as if in a manic trance. Her face flushed crimson as her skilled hand worked feverishly along his throbbing shaft.

With each pass, Derek's moans grew louder, his hips arching off the ground and thrusting into Aunt Nora’s stroking hand to meet her rhythm. “Fuck yes! Stroke me faster, just like that.”

The whole sight was so erotic, I had to yank out my phone and start recording them. They didn’t even notice. Too busy in their own lewd world to even care I bet.

The fingers of Aunt Nora’s free hand had already slipped beneath the waistband of her drenched panties and deep into her cunt. “Ohhhh!” she squirmed.

Meanwhile, Derek had grown bolder, already aware that Aunt Nora had passed the point of no return. “Oh fuck, Nora. You’re tits are perfect! I can’t hold back any longer. I need to see them,” he demanded.

Aunt Nora’s hand slid out of her cunt as she reached back to unhook her bra and pull it off, revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts before diving it back into her most sensitive flesh. I realized that Aunt Nora was probably ambidextrous because she had not stopped jerking off Derek for even a second.

I stood there, stunned and sickened, as I watched Derek brazenly grope and fondle Aunt Nora’s bare breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipples as she stroked his throbbing cock. Her breasts were so large that I could see how soft they really were, even from a distance. The skin looked like marshmallow, pliant and yielding under Derek's rough handling. His fingers easily sank into the plush mounds as he kneaded and massaged them, and I could almost feel their spongy give through my own eyes. His thumbs circled the sensitive peaks of her breasts, where the dark, puckered nipples stood erect. They were a deep, rich hue of brown. The nipples beaded with moisture in response to his touch, drawing small gasps of pleasure from her lips.

The sight of them together like this, engaged in such a forbidden act, made my stomach churn with disgust. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the way my own body reacted, my cock straining painfully against my boxers at the erotic scene unfolding before me. I aimed the camera at the debauched pair, my finger hovering over the record button as Derek's voice grew louder, more demanding.

“Fuck, Nora, your tits feel incredible. They're so fucking soft, like a pair of perfect, fucking pillows just begging to be groped and squeezed. I can't get enough of how they fill my hands, how they overflow my grip no matter how hard I try to contain them,” he growled.

“Thank you,” Aunt Nora mumbled shamefully.

“And these fucking nipples... they're like diamonds, hard and aching, just begging to be pinched and twisted,” Derek continued. “I bet these perfect fucking tits would look amazing wrapped around my cock, smothering it in your soft, warm flesh. I want to slide my hard, aching shaft between these fluffy globes. Would you like that, Nora? Would you like to feel my cock sliding between your tits, using them for my pleasure?”

“You want me to use my… breasts?” Aunt Nora asked. A blush crept up her neck as she swallowed hard.

“Yeah, baby. Make me feel good. Please alleviate my pain,” Derek replied, grinning.

Cupping both her breasts, she positioned them between Derek’s shaft. As she moved them up and down, the gentle pressure of her palms against the tender flesh created a rhythmic squelching sound. The softness of her breasts made them easy to manipulate, and with each pass, the head of his penis slid in and out of the cleavage, his length disappearing and reappearing with a tantalizing slowness. Aunt Nora had to lift her ass slightly off the ground to work the entire length of his shaft.

Derek groaned, his hips jerking forward as Aunt Nora began to slide her tits up and down his thick, pulsing cock. The soft, cushiony flesh enveloped his shaft, squeezing and milking it with each upward stroke as she fucked him with her heaving tits.

“Fuckin’ hell, Nora, just like that baby! Milk my fucking cock with those perfect tits, squeeze the cum right out of me,” Derek moaned loudly.

I believe that was all the encouragement Aunt Nora required, because her speed increased. I bet she could feel him throbbing and twitching in her cleavage, sensing the heat and stickiness of his pre-cum spreading across her skin because she worked his cock with single-minded determination. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the sensation, moaning whorishly as she felt Derek's hips rocking in time with the pumping of her tits. I recorded it all, even as my other hand was unconsciously stroking my penis through my boxers.

“Don't stop, Nora, don't you dare fucking stop!” Derek commanded. “You're going to make me blow my load all over your gorgeous fucking tits if you keep this up. I want to paint your tits white with my hot, thick spunk as you stroke me off like the dirty cock-hungry slut you are.”

What the actual fuck!? It was at this point that I thought Aunt Nora would snap out of her trance and give Derek a tight, hard slap. What was he thinking, calling her a cock-hungry slut?

But Aunt Nora only whimpered and moaned, her own arousal evident as she pumped Derek's throbbing shaft vigorously. “Yes, Derek! I can feel you throbbing. You're so close, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my face and tits,” she begged.

The erotic display left no doubt that Aunt Nora intended to bring Derek to climax, focused solely on the task at hand.

And I didn’t have to wait much longer, because Derek let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing and throbbing violently as he began to erupt. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering all over Aunt Nora's tits, face, and even her hair. I stood transfixed as I watched rope after rope of teenage jizz erupt from his cock like a geyser, painting Aunt Nora’s face and heaving tits. Aunt Nora let out a scream of ecstasy. Her body convulsed and shook as she, too, must have reached a mind-blowing climax, her pussy clenching and spasming around nothing.

“Derek! What the fuck is this!?” Aunt Nora screamed happily, as Derek kept shooting endlessly; an amount of cum ordinarily impossible for a man in his prime, let alone a teenage boy. I managed to narrowly dodge a bit of semen that threatened to land on my own feet a distance away by jerking back. Meanwhile, my boxers had already been stained with wet spots from my own discharge, which contrasted starkly with the copious fluid seeping from Derek's cock.

By the time Derek’s volcanic eruption ended, after what felt like a full minute, Aunt Nora’s face was a complete mess. She tried to scoop off as much of his cum off her face as possible, but it took three tries before she could gather it all.

Derek panted and growled, his eyes wild and crazed as he pumped the last weak spurts of jizz into her hands. “Fuck, I can't believe how hard I just came. I've never cum so fucking much in my life,” he said proudly.

“This is… This is unbelievable,” Aunt Nora breathed, her lips parting in a moment of speechlessness. “You’re just a kid, and this is—God, this is too much.”

I hit the stop recording button on my phone, relieved that this debauchery was finally over.

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Aunt Nora ran her fingers through her hair, detangling the strands that had been matted by Derek's sticky release. Each stroke revealed glistening wisps, still damp and supple from their recent bath. As she finished, she lifted a handful of her hair, watching in fascination as pearlescent rivulets dripped between her fingers, leaving translucent trails along her skin.

“Are you two finished?” I asked, clearly annoyed.

Aunt Nora turned to me, eyes wide with fascination. “Are you seeing this? How is this even possible?”

“It’s that stupid fruit he ate,” I blurted. “Anyway, I’m glad this is all over. We should get out of—"

Before I could finish, Derek cut in, “Oh man, I’m still not done.”

“What!?” Aunt Nora barked, staring at Derek’s rigid member, still straining and twitching despite having just orgasmed for eternity—and then some.

I’m not sure if it was just my imagination, but it looked like his penis might have actually gained half an inch.

“Yeah, I’m still not done,” Derek confirmed.

“What do you mean you’re still not done?” Aunt Nora and I shot back at the same time.

“Look at it, it’s still so hard,” Derek said, gesturing to his stubbornly engorged organ. “…and so painful.”

“I can see that,” Aunt Nora mumbled, clearly afraid to ask anything more—but she did anyway. “What do you... want me to do?”

“I’m glad you asked, Nora,” Derek grinned mischievously. “Let’s go for round two, and this time, please use that mouth of yours.”

Are you serious?

“My… mouth?” Aunt Nora managed, her cheeks reddening as she avoided Derek’s gaze.

“Yeah, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock,” Derek said shamelessly.

“Oh god, Derek, I don't know if I can…” Aunt Nora said, her face flushed with arousal and shame as she gazed up at Derek with hazy, lust-filled eyes. “Your cock is huge. It's so big and thick, and I've never... I mean, I've never sucked a cock before.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You can do it. I’ll teach you,” Derek encouraged, as he moved his fingers sensually along her lips, coaxing her mouth to open effortlessly. He teasingly dabbed at the dollop of his essence already along the corner of her mouth, smudging a bit across her parted lips and inviting her to taste the tang of his desire.

“Does it taste good?” he asked seductively.

“I guess,” Aunt Nora said, licking her lips clean.

“You guess? Why don’t you make sure—here, try a bit more,” Derek coaxed.

“Mm… yeah, I’m sure,” Aunt Nora murmured, her eyes slightly glazed.

“Tell me more…” Derek urged. “I want to hear you describe it. The taste, the texture, the smell.”

“It's… um, salty. Kind of sweet and it's thick and creamy… God,” Aunt Nora said, then gulped. “It’s amazing.”

“You want more of it, don’t you? How about you taste my cum pumping straight from the source? I bet that’ll feel amazing too.” Derek continued teasing.

“Guys, please don’t do this,” I said, half pleading, half praying to whatever higher power handled lost causes. “We need to get back. The others are probably worried.”

Nothing. Not even a glance. I threw my hands up. Of course not. Why did I bother?

Aunt Nora’s face had already begun its journey towards Derek’s cock, mouth wide open, ready to take it deep within the warm, welcoming sanctuary of her mouth, when Derek stopped her. “Hold on a sec,” he said as he got up, planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"On your knees, Nora," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now show me exactly what that sweet little mouth of yours is capable of."

Aunt Nora did as she was told, positioning herself directly beneath the rigid length of his cock. She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mixture of submission and eager curiosity.

“Open wide. Stick that tongue out and say 'ahh', because I'm about to fucking wreck your throat.” Derek smirked cruelly, fisting a hand in Aunt Nora's hair and yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat.

With that, Derek shoved his throbbing, cum-slick cock past Aunt Nora's lips until it was halfway through. Her eyes widened in surprise as he pushed deeper, her hands grasping at his hips for support as she struggled to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Derek then forced it in deeper, until he felt the head bump the back of her throat... I think. Aunt Nora gagged and choked, her eyes watering as Derek refused to pull out of her inexperienced mouth.

Despite her discomfort, Derek showed no mercy. He held her head steady, his hands twisting in her hair as she fought desperately to break free.

After a few seconds, Derek finally pulled out in one swift motion. Aunt Nora coughed and panted, trying to regain her breath, a mixture of saliva and cum spilling out of her mouth.

“Derek, please… be gentle,” Aunt Nora implored.

I was mortified by how Derek was treating my Aunt. My fist was already balled up, ready to deliver swift retribution, when I heard his earnest, almost foreign, whisper: "I'm sorry." It was a word I hadn't often heard Derek say.

"I just got a little carried away," Derek admitted with a shrug, his tone shifting to something silkier. "But honestly, I've heard this kind of rough play is quite enjoyable—once you learn to relax into it. Is that okay with you?"

“Okay…♥” Aunt Nora surrendered.

Sigh. I had no choice but to let them continue.

Derek wrapped a hand around the base of his thick shaft, stroking it slowly as he watched Aunt Nora's reaction. “How about you taste my cock with your tongue before putting it in? Here, lick it from base to tip. Taste every inch of it. Run your tongue along the underside, teasing that sensitive spot just beneath the head.”

Aunt Nora leaned in, sticking out her tongue as she began to lick along Derek's rigid length, her eyes fluttering shut at the musky taste of his arousal. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, flicking it playfully against the leaking slit. “Like this?” she cooed.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that...” Derek groaned as Aunt Nora's inexperienced but eager mouth worked over his sensitive flesh.

“Mmm, fuck yeah, Nora. Your tongue feels so fucking good. Now, wrap your lips around the head, just the tip at first. Suck on it gently, like you would a fucking lollipop. But keep your teeth tucked away, don't go biting the hand that feeds you, heh.”

Aunt Nora parted her lips, taking just the bulbous head of Derek's cock into her warm, wet mouth. She suckled on it gently, doing as he asked; her tongue swirling and lapping at the leaking slit as she savored the salty-sweet taste of his arousal.

Derek shuddered, his breathing growing heavier as Aunt Nora's mouth worked magic on his cock.

“Shit, Nora, just like that. Now, take a little more of it into your mouth. Inch by inch, nice and slow. Don't be greedy, baby. Let yourself adjust to the size of it.”

“Ahm I doin' it righ?” Aunt Nora asked, her mouth stuffed with more of his meaty manhood.

“You’re doing great. Your mouth feels so goddamn good wrapped around my cock. Now, start bobbing your head, baby. Move your lips up and down my length. But keep your teeth tucked away, and your tongue busy. Lick and suck as you move, baby. Get my cock nice and slick with your spit before you take it deeper.”

Aunt Nora followed Derek's instructions, starting to bob her head slowly as she slid her lips along his throbbing shaft. She must have felt the pulse and twitch of his shaft against her tongue as she worked her way down, inch by inch, until she had about half of it in her mouth. She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging against the sensitive skin until just the tip remained between them. Then she dove back down, taking a little more, her nose pressing against Derek's pelvis as she deep-throated him.

I was amazed at how that monster of a cock had completely disappeared inside Aunt Nora’s mouth. My own lips were agape at this point, as if trying to understand how she managed it. Then awareness kicked back in, and I quickly shut my mouth. I glanced at my phone. Shit. I hadn’t even hit record.

Click. Nothing. Click, click. The screen dimmed, gave a pitiful red battery symbol, then went dark. That Figured. It just wasn’t my day.

By now, Aunt Nora had set a steady rhythm, sucking and stroking, sucking and stroking, her head bobbing faster as she grew more comfortable with the sensation of a hard cock stretching her jaw. It took a good fifteen minutes of mouth-fuckery before Aunt Nora finally started to look tired. In a desperate attempt to make Derek cum, she cradled his heavy balls in the other hand, massaging and coaxing them to release the precious nectar they contained so dearly.

It seemed to have worked, as Derek’s legs had started to wobble, signaling his impending explosion.

Aunt Nora pulled back, catching her breath for a moment before leaning in to whisper hotly against his swollen, spit-slicked flesh. “Oh god, Derek, I can feel how close you are baby. Your cock is twitching and jumping like crazy in my mouth. It's like it has a mind of its own, so desperate for release.”

Derek was huffing and puffing like he’d just run a marathon—breath coming in desperate, wheezing bursts.

“And your balls... oh fuck, your balls feel so heavy and full and tight in my hand. I can feel them churning and churning, mixing up a huge creamy batch of your special sauce, just for me. Oh god, I can't wait to feel you explode. Please baby, please give it to me. I need it so fucking bad,” Aunt Nora continued encouraging him, her words sharp and insistent.

Aunt Nora's words and the feeling of her hand kneading his swollen, aching balls pushed Derek over the precipice into ecstasy. He groaned like a beast, his grip on Aunt Nora's hair tightening as he rutted into her hot, wet mouth at top speed.

Aunt Nora could only gurgle and slur in response, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips as Derek fucked her face with wild abandon.

“FUCK, I'M CUMMING!” he screamed.

I had seen it before and I knew what was coming.

Derek's cock must have erupted like a geyser, thick ropes of hot, viscous cum shooting out in heavy spurts and painting Aunt Nora's throat a creamy white as promised. His balls clenched and pulsed in her palm as they emptied their heavy load directly into her eager mouth and down her greedy throat.

Derek's body shuddered and convulsed with the force of his climax, his fingers tangling almost painfully in Aunt Nora's hair as he held her head in place, forcing her to swallow every drop of his massive release. He grunted and groaned, his hips jerking forward with each spurt, fucking her mouth and throat with short, sharp thrusts as he pumped her full of his seed.

Aunt Nora moaned wantonly around his erupting cock, quivering in sumptuous waves against his sensitive flesh as she gulped and swallowed, trying her best to keep up with the sheer volume of his release. For nearly a full minute, Derek's cock continued to erupt, painting Aunt Nora's tonsils a creamy white as he pumped load after heavy load of his thick seed directly into her stomach. Aunt Nora’s eyes had already rolled back and her tongue hung out as she lost herself to the sheer ecstasy of being fed what seemed like delicious cum.

Finally, Derek's climax began to subside and he pulled out of Aunt Nora’s mouth with a wet pop, the last weak spurts of cum dribbling from his spent cock onto her chin.

Aunt Nora smiled up at Derek with a satisfied, almost drunk look on her face. She stuck out her tongue, eagerly catching the last weak dribbles of Derek's release, unwilling to let even a single drop go to waste.

“Holy shit, Nora... that was... FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!” he screamed at the top of his voice. The forest seemed to shiver under the sound, and every bird within earshot took off in a flurry of wings and panic.

“You can say that again.” Aunt Nora winked.

I poked Aunt Nora on the shoulder, and she finally turned, giving me that look that said, What now?

“Oh, Ollie!” Her eyes went round. “Look!” she pointed at Derek’s limp cock. “It’s down now.”

“Uh… yeah,” I said, smiling sheepishly.

“What time is it?” Aunt Nora asked, glancing around.

Was it just me or did Aunt Nora seem a bit loopy? Hopefully it was just the aftereffect of consuming Derek’s cum and he hadn’t literally fucked her brains out.

Never mind that—we needed to get out of there. We headed to the pond where we had left our clothes. After a quick clean-up, just as we were catching our breath, a low growl rolled through the trees. I froze.

THEN IT APPEARED—a gigantic wolf-like hound, bristling fur, eyes clouded white. The ground trembled under its pounding paws as it barreled straight toward us.

“Run!” Aunt Nora yelled, and we bolted, scrambling over roots and rocks as the beast thundered after us. Five minutes felt like hours as we zigzagged through the forest, the earth shuddering with its relentless chase.

I stumbled over a gnarled root, sprawling face-first onto the forest floor. Before I could even gasp, Derek yanked me upright, his grip surprisingly strong, and shoved me forward. Uh… thanks, I guess.

As we sprinted, I noticed something strange. The hound seemed to veer slightly whenever Aunt Nora darted in a new direction, ignoring me and Derek completely. Its milky eyes were wild and frantic, but it felt… unfocused. Almost blind.

Then it clicked—the scent!

Aunt Nora still reeked of Derek’s cum. The aroma was potent and heady, a primal mix of masculine sweat and pure, unadulterated sex. The raw, animalistic odor of his semen clung to her skin and hair. We’d washed it off—or so we thought. Apparently, it hadn’t come off. The hound wasn’t chasing us because it was hunting—it was following Aunt Nora’s scent.

We tore through the underbrush, weaving between trees and leaping over fallen logs. The forest blurred around us, our lungs burning, hearts hammering. Behind us, the sound of the hound faded—its growl still echoing somewhere in the distance—but after a frantic sprint, it seemed we had finally lost it. We breathed easy.

At last, we stumbled onto the beach, sand crunching under our feet. I looked back once more to make sure the beast hadn’t followed us—nothing. Just quiet.

“Oh, there they are,” Dad said, breaking away from what looked to be a heated conversation with Mom—probably about our safety. “What took you guys so long?”

“Long story,” Aunt Nora said, nudging me hard in the ribs. She leaned close and hissed, “Not a word.”

I swallowed, nodding furiously.

Without another word, Aunt Nora strode toward the sea, waves lapping at her feet, intent on washing off whatever scent had drawn the hound. My idea—of course.

Dad glanced after her. “Where are you going?”

“For a swim,” Aunt Nora replied casually.

“Okay… but hurry back,” Dad called after her. “Lunch is ready.”

“No thanks, Richard. I’m full,” she shot back over her shoulder, rubbing her bloated tummy as she continued toward the water.

Dad turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “Well… did you find the water?”

Oh, Shit! We’d completely forgotten the water.