The Omnistore System

Chapter 453: Jealous Emma (R-18): Extra chapter!



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Kevin had carefully laid the groundwork, crafting a plan for Riya that, even if it failed, would make Natalie look like the bad guy. He'd set it up so that no matter how Natalie tried to reject Riya's advances, it would cast her in a negative light. But the plan also planted seeds of doubt that could make Riya question Natalie's true intentions down the line if Natalie accepted her advances.

With that settled, the night wrapped up uneventfully. They all went to bed, sprawling out on the floor of the room. Kevin lay in the middle, flanked by Riya and Maria. Emma was off to the side, a bit of distance between her and Maria, with Emma still awake, hugging Lora as she drifted off.

Emma could feel Lora was deep asleep, which made sense after Kevin had slipped sleeping pills to both Riya and Lora. Once she was sure Lora was out, she turned her head to check on Maria, only to be surprised by the sight of Maria looking back at her with a smile and flushed cheeks.

Maria's face was the only part of her visible, the rest of her body hidden under the blanket, just like Kevin, whose face was nuzzling Maria's cheek. Emma noticed some movement beneath the covers and heard the faint sound of rhythmic clapping, with wet sounds. Maria noticed Emma watching and gave her a teasing smile. With deliberate slowness, she slipped her hand out from beneath the blanket, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what was hidden underneath. Emma's eyes widened as she caught sight of the scene beneath the covers. The air under the blanket was thick and steamy, visible even to her, swirling gently around Maria's exposed skin. 'that's so hot...'

Maria's breasts, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, appeared even more pronounced in the hazy steam, their curves accentuated by the way the moisture clung to her skin. The soft rise and fall of her chest, coupled with the faint, rhythmic jiggle, was hypnotized Emma's eyes. 'I shouldn't be looking... but I can't stop.'

The glistening skin, the way the steam caught the light, and the barely visible outlines of Maria's body beneath the blanket all combined to create a scene that was both alluring and forbidden, leaving Emma unable to look away.

'Is this really happening?' Emma thought, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew that something deeply taboo was unfolding under that blanket, and the same turmoil she felt earlier when she gave in to pleasure began to resurface. Her heart pounded faster, a mix of fear and curiosity gripping her as she contemplated the full reality of what was happening beneath those covers. The thought of seeing it all-of truly understanding what was happening-filled her with both dread and an odd sense of anticipation. She wasn't sure if she'd be disgusted by it or if she would find herself drawn in even further.

She didn't want to experience either, preferring to remain on the edge of this moral precipice. But then, she remembered the smile on Maria's face when her son had taken her right in front of Maria earlier. That expression was one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. Maria had embraced it, had helped Kevin without hesitation, just as Emma had done. It was that memory, that smile, that convinced Emma to push aside her doubts.

If Maria, who had always been so close to her, could accept and even enjoy what was happening, then Emma decided she could, too. She would choose to like it, to accept what was happening under that blanket, because, after all, they were all helping Kevin together.

As Emma made her decision, Maria's sweat-slicked arm reached out to grab her own, drawing her attention to every detail. She noticed the smoothness of Maria's skin, nearly hairless except for a couple of tiny moles, one standing out just near her armpit. Although she couldn't see the armpit clearly as it was still hidden under the blanket, her gaze followed the line of Maria's arm. The rest of it was just as flawless-no excess fat, only soft, supple skin that felt slightly plush to the touch, yet firm and toned.

"You wanted to play with them earlier-they're yours now," Maria whispered with a smile, guiding her sister's hand under the blanket and pressing it against her sticky, heated skin. Emma felt a surge of warmth and a slight tremble as her fingers touched Maria's body-a body she'd touched countless times before, but never like this. The touch was charged with a new intent, a lustful desire that made the moment feel both daring and terrifying.

As her palm connected with the soft, supple skin, her fingers brushed over the smooth surface. Though she still couldn't see clearly under the blanket, the sensation of her hand gliding across Maria's skin told her exactly where she was her palm was pressed against one of Maria's breasts, just shy of the nipple. The realization sent a jolt through her, intensifying the mix of fear and excitement that made this forbidden touch all the more thrilling.

As Emma's hand made contact, the rhythmic movements and the sound of bodies colliding continued, growing a bit faster. Kevin watched them, fully aware of what was happening, and even though only a few seconds had passed, it felt much longer to all three of them.

But it wasn't over yet. Encouraged by Emma's hesitant squeeze, Maria guided her to press and explore more of her breast. And doing so, her hand again reached toward her sister. This time, it found its way to Emma's stomach, slowly sliding beneath her shirt until it reached Emma's breasts, her touch gentle but insistent.

"You've always been a bit envious of my breasts, haven't you?" Maria teased as she confidently squeezed Emma's breasts. Unlike Emma, Maria didn't hesitate; she directly pressed her palm onto Emma's hard nipples. Emma's breasts were just large enough to fit in her hand, while Maria's were significantly bigger, too large to be contained by even both hands.

Blushing at Maria's comment, Emma replied softly, "I wasn't..." She averted her gaze, unable to meet Maria's teasing smile, but kept her hand on Maria's breasts, continuing to squeeze

and explore.

As Emma's hand moved, she felt the underside of her palm touch Maria's hard nipple. She let her hand slide over it, rubbing it gently, feeling the texture. She continued until the nipple was under the center of her palm, squeezing again, which drew a moan from Maria. "Ahh..."

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Question:- Should I write this scene at a slow, detailed pace like this chapter, or should I speed it up by skipping ahead a bit and wrapping it up quickly?