Did you like uncle's mini arc?
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We were at the door with our suitcases. Tomy-chan was clinging to my arm, wrapping it with her big breasts.
"So... you're really leaving?" Uncle Alfred returned to his old persona, but his gaze was one of sadness, as if something desired had been lost.
"Well... we had already agreed. We have several things to do: a school event, buying some things in the neighboring town... a cosplay event..." I said, trying to be persuasive and not rude.
"I understand... it was good having you here... it was like the old times... more or less." He scratched his head and smiled. "Sorry if I offended you in any way... it's been so long... so long since I've interacted with other people..." He seemed genuinely apologetic.
I took a deep breath, trying to remove the disgust and prejudice I had against his other persona, trying to go back to seeing him as the good, kind old Uncle... It's difficult, I can't deny it.
"Haha... it was nice..." I forced a light smile. "A bit intense..." I spoke softly.
"So... bye. I hope you'll come back to see me once in a while." He smiled genuinely happy. "It really was good having you here."
I saw the old, kind Uncle in him, the perverse shadow giving way to his former self: the respectful gaze that didn't roam over Tomy's body, the reasonable distance, the fitted clothes... without the exposure of his desire.
"Of course, we'll stop by another time, right, Tomy-chan?" I gently squeezed Tomy's waist.
"Y-yes... we'll come back anytime... Uncle." The tone of social aversion returned strongly to her voice because we were outside the house, but, to my surprise, I saw that her speech had no negative weight when talking to him.
"Hehe, Tomomi calling me Uncle, what happiness!" He smiled and joked without the perverse weight.
I tried to evaluate if I had been hasty in my previous judgments... Tomy-chan ate dinner yesterday... and didn't get sleepy or anything, so, I was paranoid, right? My stomach lightly growled, upset with the forced fasting.
"Bye, see you later, Uncle," "see you later, u-uncle" we said goodbye and started walking.
I pulled Tomy-chan out onto the street, feeling the hot morning sun contrast with the coldness of my dissipated fear. The air of home, of our world, hit me. Alfred was just a lonely, desperate man; maybe he wasn't a predator, just... a strange Uncle.
But then, my eyes fell on the extra weight in my backpack: the books.
The Wonders of Anal. Lubricate Well Before Anal, Your Girlfriend Will Love It!
The logic hit me again, brutal and cold. No, I wasn't paranoid. What Alfred did in the farewell was Damage Control, an attempt to soften the memory of the previous night to ensure the promise of return was kept.
"Let's go home, Mi-kun," Tomy-chan said, her voice lighter now that the tension of Alfred's presence had dissipated.
"Yes, let's go." I squeezed her hand, the fear of Alfred being replaced by the urgency of my own desire. In my house, in my room, I would have total control. There would be no curious Uncles, no darkness, no threats of netorare.
"What are you going to do first?" she asked, curious.
"I'm going to take those wet swimsuits off you, Tomy-chan," I said, my tone low and loaded with our erotic complicity. "And then we'll have the conversation we postponed." She wasn't wearing a swimsuit; I was making a joke about her small excited pussy and her wet panties, which I discovered earlier today.
I felt her breathing accelerate. "B-but... about what?"
"About your ideas, Tomy-chan. About how the touches can be lighter. I didn't quite understand the movie, I want you to explain it to me," I murmured, repeating her phrase to reaffirm that I was listening, that I was paying attention to her cognitive dissonance. It was the free pass I needed.
At home, the routine was quick and automatic. We tossed the suitcases on the floor and ran to the room. The door locked, the curtains closed, the comfort of a lair without Alfred gave me an intoxicating feeling of power and security.
I slowly took Tomy-chan's clothes off, using the process as a prelude. She was tense, but allowed it. The pink lingerie became evident in the low light, and her body, now hot and fragrant, awakened my desire.
We fell onto the bed. She was without a shirt, wearing only a pink bra and sweatpants that clung to her curves. I kissed her, but stopped quickly, maintaining control.
"You said the movie was interesting because it wasn't a cliché, right?" I asked, sliding my fingers along the curve of her hip.
"Yes..." she moaned softly, her brain still struggling to keep up.
"And you felt that the touches could be more... gentle, lighter?"
She nodded, her eyes closed. "Yes, Mi-kun. It was too strong, too fast."
I smiled internally. It was confirmation that the brainwash had partially worked. She didn't reject the final act itself, but rather its aggressiveness, because it wasn't me, because the touch was 'dirty'.
"So, let's correct that, Tomy-chan," I whispered, moving my hand up to squeeze her full breasts. "We're going to make a 'remake' of that movie, but we'll do it our way. Slower. Gentler. Focused on your pleasure... on our pleasure."
"Our way...?" she repeated, her voice weak and confused, but without resistance.
"Yes." I knew I couldn't use Alfred's books as my script, but the theme was established by the movie. The next step of the narrative could not be avoided. I just needed to disguise it under the logic of care and gentleness to bypass her social aversion. But the real question was: with whom...? The old homeless man?
I rolled her body, turning her onto her stomach. I hugged her from behind, feeling her big ass perfectly fitted against my hip.
"Alfred doesn't scare us anymore. We are home. And we are going to finish the story that he couldn't see," I said, nibbling her ear.
She just let out a silent, tense moan. The air conditioning was on, I had ordered it while we were at Uncle's house and it had already been installed, but the heat of anticipation was suffocating. I knew she was ready for the final dissonance.
"Uncle didn't scare me…" Tomy's excited little voice gave me such a fright that I squeezed her ass hard without realizing it.
"Ouch~" she moaned happily when my hand strongly squished her big ass.
"He didn't scare you?" I asked incredulously. "What did you feel…?"
"Mi-kun~ let's talk about that later?~ I want you to continue touching me~" she moans happily.
I lay on top of her. My hot breath against her neck made her skin visibly shiver.
"Tell me first… I want to know~" I spoke hoarsely in her ear, while pulling down her pants and grabbing her ass without barriers. The smooth, soft skin seemed to melt at my touch; the elasticity and firmness were on another level, fantastic.
"It wasn't scary… it was… miserable… ah~" she moaned lightly as I squeezed her ass.
"He… Uncle was simply… ah~" She lifted her ass and I squeezed harder. "Simply… he was desperate for attention… mhm~"
Her excited little voice gave me information... an argument that hit me in the stomach.
"Desperate…?" I murmured softly…
He was desperate? This idea seemed so opposite to the impression I had that, for a brief moment, I stopped squeezing her big ass.
"Mi-kun~ continue…~" Tomy-chan's slightly breathless little voice made me wake up and go back to squeezing her big ass.
But my mind was racing, looking for a hypothesis if the 'desperation' argument was true… if it was desperation and not just dark perversion… how should I view the scene?
The glances, the exposure, the innuendos, all growing in intensity hour by hour…
'If I were Uncle Alfred…'
I started to put myself in his shoes with the information I had.
'If I were him… and for at least two decades hadn't touched a woman… if I had a great desire for something and never had a way to relieve myself… if I tried to hide it with all my might… and then… a woman more than perfect for all my tastes appeared… every perversion I tried to suppress being awakened… and then… the woman seemed not to judge me… the perfect woman seemed to accept my advances… the woman who was the source of my desires was always close and 'available'…'
I opened my eyes wide. Holy shit! It was the same as a tiger that hadn't eaten meat being placed in a cage where a perfect piece of meat was left… It was an irresistible offer!
'So… I ended up causing the dam to break…'
Fuh~ I sighed as I squeezed Tomy-chan's big ass.
The problem… was the cohabitation, right? The cohabitation caused the intensity not to decrease. He slept and woke up, and Tomy-chan, in her daring swimsuit, was there, always giving in to more... His perversion derailed, and then… he started entering a dark place.
'I basically offered alcohol to an anonymous alcoholic…'
It was as if the 'meat' was in the tiger's cage and he couldn't bite, but the meat never left the place, always there for him.
'Cohabitation ruined everything…'
If it weren't for 24 hours of stimuli… maybe things would have been smoother, maybe there wouldn't have been that thick aura of perversion.
I squeezed Tomy-chan's ass hard.
"Mi-kun~" she moaned happily and I looked at her… My sweet childhood friend saw his thirst for contact, I only saw the monster that I myself had released.
"Tomy-chan is so special~" I gently kissed her neck before getting up and facing her big ass. I pulled her buttocks to the sides and saw the panties sink and the shape of her vaginal lips opening. The contour stuck to the panties was very sexy, the moisture that grew in the center…
"Mi-kun~" her voice clouded with desire was very good to hear.
Looking at her ass like that… open and exposed in that way… the image of Uncle Alfred applying sunscreen to her returned to my mind; my dark desire activated at full force.
I licked my lips as I intensely stared at her separated big ass and the small pussy that moistened the fabric of the panties stuck against her skin.
Netorase… voyeurism… these were my perversions… it was what gave me infernal excitement. My little cock vibrated happily at the memory of Uncle touching Tomy-chan's big ass, of him squeezing and kneading, caressing the desire of the ass, of him spreading the buttocks and then smelling…
I released her buttocks and started to caress, feeling the contour.
"Tomy-chan's big ass is so naughty~" I spoke hoarsely while repeating the acts I saw Uncle Alfred do.
"Mi-kun~" Tomy-chan, on her stomach against the bed, strongly lifted her ass, offering herself to me with pleasure to be touched.
My desire bubbled happily, but my mind returned to thinking about my judgment… Did he want to steal her from me? Or did he not want me to see out of shame? If he were the person I thought he was… he would try to touch her away from me, not to steal her, but out of shame to touch her in front of me, because even immersed in desire and seeing that I accepted it… he would worry about me and be confused… right?
Should I judge him by who he always was… or by who I thought he was when his perverse side emerged?
'If I judge him like that, then how should I judge myself? How should I judge Tomy, who allows herself to be touched by my stimuli?'
It was desire… it was natural… If I do something that is already judged as 'fetish', what right do I have to judge others for having their own 'fetishes'?
I squeezed Tomy-chan's big ass. I saw it deform in my grip, the sensual sweat that began to emerge, the panties stuck to her pussy that moistened non-stop.
'If it's all consensual… then okay, right?'
Uncle Alfred may have acted strangely, but he always sought our limits and tested the waters without forcing anything. The movie could be a subliminal message, but it could also be him saying: 'Do you like this? Would you accept doing this?'
My dark judgment of Alfred's perverse side reduced. I still have a little suspicion, but now…
"I want to do naughty things with girlfriend-chan~" I spoke hoarsely.
"Mi-kun~ Do it~" Her little voice was already desperate. "Do whatever you want with me!~"
My sweet childhood friend strongly lifted her big ass, offering herself to me, desiring me.
Perhaps the books were useful after all...