The Omnistore System

Chapter 472  Forced to join in (R-18)

Keith reveled in the sensation as Viana diligently worked between her thighs, slurping Kevin's cum from her pussy. She could feel the semen slipping out, only for Viana to lick it up and gulp it down. Viana's tongue scraped deeper with every pass, collecting every drop, while below, her hand moved between her own thighs, clearly pleasuring herself in the process.

Keith found it thrilling—watching Viana masturbate while licking her, feeling her body quiver with arousal as she indulged in the depravity of the moment. Meanwhile, Keyara, who only Kevin knew was still spying on them, had just finished her own orgasm. Her breathing was labored, but her eyes remained glued to the scene unfolding in front of her, her hand still resting between her legs despite having just climaxed moments ago.

Kevin, standing back and observing the all three women lost in their own pleasure, felt a small pang of annoyance at being left out. He slowly stepped out of Keyara's line of sight, moving quietly. Keyara, too engrossed in Viana's lewd act, didn't notice his approach. Nor did Keith or Viana, both far too focused on their own activities, until the sound of the door creaking open interrupted the scene.

Keyara gasped in shock as the door she was hiding behind suddenly swung wide, leaving her fully exposed. Her heart raced as she found herself face-to-face with Kevin, his erect cock aimed directly at her. His smirk was unmistakable, eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

"Look what I caught," he said loudly, drawing the attention of Keith and Viana. With an evil smile, he continued, "A sneaky little pervert."

Keyara felt the weight of all their eyes on her, her heart pounding in her chest as shame and arousal warred within her. Her hand, slick with her own juices, was still awkwardly nestled between her trembling thighs, the evidence of her earlier orgasm pooling around her feet. The squirt she had released moments ago still glistened on the floor, and her blonde curls clung to her damp forehead. The sudden attention had her face flaming red, and she quickly tried to close her thighs, but the wetness between them only made her feel more exposed.

Keith was the first to break the silence, her smirk widening into a teasing grin as she leaned back on the table, purposefully spreading her legs even wider, flaunting herself shamelessly. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she tilted her head, addressing Keyara with a mocking tone. "Sis, If all you wanted was to watch, you should've stayed when I asked you to. Or do you prefer sneaking around like a peeping tom?"

Viana, still blushing but far from innocent now, couldn't help but glance at Keyara's soaked thighs and flushed expression. Despite her own embarrassment, she felt a strange sense of camaraderie with her older granddaughter. After all, they had all fallen into the same lustful trap, hadn't they? The sight of Keyara in such a disheveled, half-naked state somehow made Viana feel less alone in her own shame. She watched silently, biting her lip as the scene unfolded, her hands nervously playing with the edge of her rumpled shirt.

Keyara, hearing Keith's taunting words, felt a fresh wave of shame crash over her. Her throat tightened, and she instinctively tried to hide her face, burying it into her breasts as if that would shield her from the gaze of the others. She couldn't believe she'd let herself get so lost in the moment, so completely carried away by her own desire, that she hadn't noticed Kevin creeping up on her. But now it was too late—she had been caught, and her mortification only made her more aware of the heat throbbing between her thighs.

"Stop it..." Keyara muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she curled in on herself, trying to make herself small, even though she knew it was futile.

"Oh, come on, sis," Keith crooned, her tone both condescending and playful as she licked her lips. "Don't be shy. We're all family here, right? I mean, you've already seen everything. Why not join in? You clearly wanted to..." Her eyes flicked down to Keyara's still trembling hand. "What's the point in hiding now?"

"She's right, Keyara. Get up," Kevin said, reaching down to grab her arm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Keyara squirmed a bit against his grip, but it was all for show—her resistance lacking any real intent. "Or do you still want to just watch?" he added, his voice edged with a teasing tone.

Keyara could have pulled free if she wanted to, but deep down, she knew she didn't want to. The heat in the room, the arousal that thrummed through her body, it all kept her rooted in place.

"Don't be so modest," Keith chimed in with a playful smirk, shifting her position on the table to give Keyara an even more provocative view. She stretched her body lazily, her breasts heaving with each deep breath as she leaned back on her elbows. Keith was completely unabashed in her nudity, the glint in her eye full of challenge. "I mean, you were enjoying the show so much, weren't you? Why not get a closer look? Or are you too embarrassed to admit what you really want?"

Before Keyara could formulate a response to Keith's teasing, Kevin moved behind Viana, his presence commanding. "Alright, Keith," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. "Enough of your teasing. Let's start fucking now." As he spoke, Kevin swiftly tore Viana's shirt apart, freeing her breasts with a rough squeeze that made her wince in a mix of pain and pleasure. She arched her back instinctively, pressing her already bare buttocks against the hardness of his throbbing erection. "If I don't get inside one of you in the next minute," he growled, his voice dripping with urgency, "I swear my dick is gonna burst."

Kevin kissed Viana's neck, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses as he bent her forward. He followed her down, his mouth never leaving her skin as he sucked hard on her neck, his hands spreading her buttocks apart. Viana found herself once again with her face near Keith's wet, glistening vagina. But this time, the thing she had originally placed her face there for—Kevin's thick, pulsing erection—was now brushing against the very spot she so desperately wanted in.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om