I dropped to my knees right there on the balcony, the cool stone biting sharp into my skin like a reminder of the cold world outside this heated sin.

My hands slid up her thighs—strong, possessive fingers tracing the impossibly smooth, silken skin of my aunt's legs, the flesh so soft it felt like warm velvet under my palms, yielding gently to every press of my fingertips as they trembled beneath my touch.

The warmth hit me first—radiating from her body like a forbidden furnace, the intimate heat of the woman who had helped raise me, whose skin I had never been allowed to touch like this, now burning against mine in sinful invitation.

I pushed the dress higher, inch by torturous inch, until it bunched at her waist like a surrendered flag, exposing the sacred curves of my aunt's hips, the soft, familiar-yet-taboo expanse of her lower belly now quivering under my hands with raw, aching need.

The black lace panties were ruined—drenched through, the delicate fabric clinging transparently to her skin like a second, soaked layer.

The outline of her swollen pussy lips pressed boldly against the lace, the material molded to every curve and crease, darkened to near-black where her arousal had flooded it completely.

I pressed my mouth to the lace, just a tease, just breath and heat—my hot exhale seeping slow and deliberate through the soaked black fabric, the warmth of my breath sinking straight into her throbbing clit like liquid fire, making it pulse visibly against the clinging lace.

My lips grazed the damp barrier—soft, barely-there pressure that let me feel the swollen, fever-hot shape of my aunt's pussy beneath, the delicate lace molded so perfectly to her folds that every ridge and curve of her most intimate flesh pressed against my mouth.

The ruined panties were scorching—drenched with her arousal, the heat radiating from her core so intense it burned against my lips, the salty-sweet scent of her need flooding my senses as her wetness soaked through the fabric and coated my tongue with the first forbidden taste of my mom's sister

She jerked hard, a sharp, involuntary thrust of her hips grinding that lace-covered mound against my mouth, her body begging for more even as her thighs trembled with the shock of feeling her nephew's breath on the place no nephew should ever touch.

The contrast was electric: the cool night air kissing the exposed skin of her thighs while the blazing heat of her soaked cunt pulsed against my face, lace clinging transparently, outlining every slick fold and the hard pearl of her clit that throbbed desperately for direct contact.

She bucked against me, hips jerking forward in a wild, involuntary spasm, a strangled cry tearing from her throat—raw, needy, echoing into the night like a confession.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged the panties down her legs, slow enough that the lace scraped over her clit on the way—the rough texture tugging at her swollen nub, sending shocks of friction that made her gasp and shudder.

As they peeled away, a thick string of her wetness stretched from the crotch to her pussy, snapping with a wet glisten before dripping down her inner thigh.

"Nnnngh… oh God…" She was bare now, her pussy fully exposed under the open night sky—lips plump and flushed a deep, needy pink, swollen with forbidden arousal that gleamed like liquid sin beneath the distant city lights spilling over the balcony railing.

The inner folds were parted slightly, delicate petals glistening with thick, creamy wetness, quivering with every shallow breath she took, the entrance clenching and releasing in tiny, desperate pulses that begged to be filled.

Wetness pooled at her core, gathering in slow, obscene rivulets that trickled down the soft curve of her inner thighs, catching the cool breeze and making her shiver as droplets fell to the stone floor far below.

My hands moved to her ass—palms sliding over the impossibly soft, warm flesh of my aunt's rounded cheeks, skin like heated silk beneath my fingers, yielding and plush as I gripped and spread her wider.

"Eeee—!"

The warmth radiating from her body was intoxicating, the intimate heat of the woman who had helped raise me now burning under my touch, her ass trembling slightly in my hold as the night air kissed the exposed, slick valley between.

"Mmm—mmm—mmm!"

I kneaded the soft globes possessively, fingers sinking deep into the giving flesh, feeling the faint quiver of her muscles as I held her open—her pussy on full display, folds glistening brighter in the open air, more arousal seeping out at the exposure.

Downstairs, Mom moved through the kitchen, oblivious—pots clinking faintly, the warm scent of dinner drifting up on the breeze—while up here on the shadowed balcony, twenty floors above the world, I had my hands full of her sister's bare ass, spreading her wide, breathing in the musky heat rising from my aunt's dripping cunt as the city lights glittered indifferently below us.

The contrast seared through me: the everyday normalcy of family life one floor beneath, and this raw, taboo worship happening in the open night air, where anyone with the right angle and a telescope might glimpse what no one was ever meant to see.

Thighs were trembling, her whole body vibrated with anticipation, knees nearly buckling as the cool night air kissed her heated core.

I didn't dive in.

I savored.

I kissed the inside of her knee—soft, lingering presses of my lips that made her whimper, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

"Haaaa… haaaa…"

Then the soft skin behind it—my tongue tracing the sensitive crease, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her growing arousal.

"Unh—unh—unh!" The crease where thigh met hip—nipping lightly, sucking just enough to leave a faint red mark, her hips twitching with each contact.

Each kiss made her shake harder, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps, her pussy clenching visibly, more wetness seeping from her folds to drip onto the stone below.

When I finally reached her center, I didn't lick.

I blew—a cool stream of air across her clit that made her hips jerk so hard she nearly fell, her swollen nub pulsing in response, a fresh gush of wetness spilling from her entrance.

"Peter… oh my God… Peter…" I caught her, hands on her ass—fingers sinking into the firm, rounded cheeks, kneading the flesh as I held her steady, feeling her muscles clench under my palms.

Then I tasted her.

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