Jenna's hand had just touched the doorknob to Jeremy's room. She had originally intended to go wake Elena first, but a faint sound coming from next door made her frown, prompting her to decide to check on Jeremy's room instead. She pushed the door open gently, and a thick, charged atmosphere immediately washed over her. Jeremy had hurriedly pulled his blanket up to cover his lower body; leaning against the headboard, he forced a strained smile onto his face, his heart pounding like a drum. He had just ejaculated; his semen was still warm and sticky against the blanket, and his cock twitched slightly, brushing lightly against the fabric—a sensation that made him clench his teeth to stifle the lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
"Is everything alright, Jeremy?" Jenna's voice was laced with concern, her voluptuous figure appearing particularly alluring in the morning light. Her ample breasts rose high beneath her loose-fitting loungewear T-shirt, while her round, perky buttocks—encased in tight jeans—swayed gently as she moved. Her legs were long and straight, seemingly capable of stirring the primal desires of any man. She leaned against the doorframe, her brow slightly furrowed as her eyes scanned the room, appearing oblivious to the strange tension hanging in the air.
Jeremy swallowed hard; his cock, betraying him once again, grew slightly harder, and the damp heat beneath the blanket made him feel utterly mortified. "It's nothing, Aunt Jenna. Just... I had a dream." He smiled and leaned back even further, attempting to mask the guilty pleasure still coursing through him. Involuntarily, an image of Elena as she had appeared moments ago flashed through his mind—her long legs and perky backside—bringing the fantasies he'd harbored last night back to vivid life.
Jenna nodded, not giving it much thought. "Alright then, hurry up and get ready for school. Breakfast is already on the table." She turned to leave, her buttocks giving a gentle sway inside her jeans—a seductive curve that left Jeremy staring wide-eyed. He watched every step her long legs took until the door finally closed, at which point he let out a long, deep breath.
The moment the door shut, Jeremy immediately threw back the blanket, gazing down at his cock—still glistening with semen—standing stiff and erect. His mind was currently consumed by images of Jenna—the way those big tits bounced, the powerful stride of her long legs, and the seductive sway of her hips. "Fuck, Auntie, you're so damn tempting..." he muttered to himself, gripping his cock and beginning to masturbate furiously once again. In his mind, he fantasized about Jenna walking through the door, spotting his cock, then kneeling down to take it into her sexy mouth... "Oh, fuck, Auntie's tits are huge; I want to squeeze them until they burst..." He panted heavily, his movements accelerating; his cock felt slick in his hand, and soon another hot stream erupted, splattering all over the bedsheets. He hurriedly covered himself with a blanket; the damp fabric clinging to his skin left him feeling both satisfied and mortified. After finishing, he scrambled up, still gasping for breath, and slipped into the bathroom to wash up, change into his school uniform, and try to make everything look as normal as possible.
As he headed downstairs, the aroma of frying eggs and coffee was already wafting from the kitchen. Jenna sat at one end of the dining table, her hips settled into the chair, her jeans stretching tautly over her long legs; she was looking down at a newspaper, her large breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing. Elena sat opposite her, her long legs crossed elegantly beneath a short skirt that exposed her smooth skin; her beautiful breasts were faintly visible beneath her thin blouse, and her shapely, perky ass sat perfectly on the chair, tracing a flawless curve. As Jeremy approached, both women looked up simultaneously, their eyes locking with his.
Elena's face instantly flushed crimson, turning as red as a ripe apple; she hurriedly lowered her gaze, poking at the food on her plate while the image of having just caught Jeremy masturbating replayed in her mind—that thick, long cock of his, pumping rapidly in his hand, and the semen shooting so high into the air... She clamped her legs tightly together, feeling a distinct dampness spreading between her thighs. "G-good... Good morning," she whispered, her voice barely audible—like the buzz of a mosquito—as her cheeks burned with heat.
Jeremy felt mortified as well; his cock stirred slightly within his pants. He quickly sat down, pulling his chair in close to shield himself from view. "Morning, Auntie. Morning, Elena." His eyes couldn't help but steal glances at her long legs and breasts; that pert, shapely ass reminded him of his fantasies from the night before. Jenna didn't notice anything amiss; smiling, she slid a plate of fried eggs across the table. "Eat up, Jeremy. Don't be late today."
Breakfast passed in unusual silence, broken only by the clinking of knives and forks. Jeremy kept stealing glances at Elena; the occasional shift of her long legs was enough to send his mind wandering into lewd territory. When Jenna stood up to clear the table, her hips swayed again, and he nearly gave in to the urge to reach out and touch her. Finally finished, he grabbed his backpack and hurried toward the door. "I'm heading out!" he called back to Jenna. Elena merely nodded, not daring to lift her eyes.
Walking to school, Jeremy's mind was in a chaotic whirl. Memories from *The Vampire Diaries* reminded him that this world was fraught with danger; Vicki Donovan was Matt's sister—a character who, in the original storyline, died not long after the series began. Now, however, he had no intention of letting her kick the bucket so easily; her sultry figure was already making his cock stir restlessly again. In the distance, he spotted Vicki walking ahead; beneath her short skirt, her hips swayed with a provocative swagger, her small breasts bouncing with every step. She was always trailed by a pack of guys—like pets on a leash—though Jeremy knew that, in reality, she had only ever slept with Tyler once, and with Jeremy himself, it had been nothing more than a quick, hurried hookup.
His eyes couldn't help but follow the sway of her hips, his cock growing painfully hard inside his pants. He quickly clamped his legs together, blending into the crowd of students to keep anyone from noticing the telltale bulge in his crotch. "Hey, Vicki!" he called out, quickening his pace to catch up.
Vicki turned her head, narrowing her eyes at him. Her face wore its usual expression of bored impatience, her lips painted a vivid red. "What do you want, Jeremy? Trying to be my little lapdog again?"
Jeremy smiled, closing the distance between them as he lowered his voice. "Looking to score some goods? The good stuff."
Vicki's eyes lit up for a split second, but just as quickly narrowed again as she glanced around warily. "Give it to me. How much?"
"Not here," Jeremy glanced at the surging crowd. "After the bell rings—in the woods. Don't be late." With that, he squeezed into the hallway and vanished into the tide of students. Vicki stood there, stunned; why was this kid acting so cocky today? He was nothing like the tail-wagging lapdog she was used to.
The moment the bell rang, Jeremy slipped away to the woods behind the school, leaning against a large tree with his hand unconsciously sliding into his pants to rub his cock. Ever since his memories had awakened, his libido had surged like a floodgate opening; he could jerk off until he was dead on his feet, yet still get hard. "Fuck, why am I so horny..." he muttered under his breath. Images of Elena's tits and Jenna's ass flashed through his mind, his cock throbbing in his hand.
Footsteps approached, and Vicki appeared, arms crossed over her chest. The breeze lifted her short skirt slightly, revealing the bare skin of her upper thighs. "Where's the stuff? Hand it over—I don't have time to play games with you."
Jeremy straightened up, his eyes locked unblinkingly on her chest and ass. "Vicki, you need to understand: nothing in this world is free. You have to give something in return."
Vicki froze; this kid really had changed.She raised an eyebrow: "What? Money? Or do you want me to give you a blowjob?"
Jeremy grinned, unzipping his fly and peeling down his boxers along with his pants, leaving his lower body completely exposed. His cock sprang out—long, thick, and even harder than the last time they'd slept together—its head swollen and red, veins bulging across the shaft. He began to stroke himself slowly, his gaze fixed on her. "I want your pussy. Not money, and not a blowjob."
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