Chapter 287 - 291: Sylph

He calmly walked into the kitchen and drank a cool glass of water before his sharp eyes immediately darted over to the damp, forgotten vegetable resting on the counter.

"Can’t even control yourself for a single afternoon. What a desperate, pent-up MILF you turned out to be, Sylph. I guess it’s finally time for me to taste another fine home-cooked dish," Quinn whispered to himself. He picked up the glistening vegetable, turning the item over and holding it with deep, amused interest in his flashing eyes.

"Ahnn... ahnn, I can’t control it anymore... ahn, please someone make it stop... ahn..." Sylph whimpered helplessly inside the locked toilet. She frantically fingered her soaking pussy while biting down hard on the soft fabric of her clothes to muffle her pathetic cries.

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

She parted her own fingers sideways, stretching her wet, throbbing pussy as thick, sticky white juices started leaking rapidly from her sensitive center, dripping down her inner thighs.

For the past few days—ever since the fateful night after Quinn had first visited their home—her body had begun heating up uncontrollably, burning with a strange, unnatural fever. She had even desperately begged for an intense love session with Brian the night before, but her husband’s weak, brief efforts had failed miserably to extinguish the fire raging within her.

The deep, destructive heat that her mature body was craving simply could not be satisfied by a normal man. By now, she had already lost complete count of how many times she had tried to pleasure herself in secret, yet all her desperate efforts had been completely in vain.

Even though she squirted repeatedly, the deep, soul-cleansing feeling of true physical satisfaction was nowhere to be found.

"Ahn... ahn, why did Quinn have to visit today... ahn! I can’t think straight at all... ahnn, I want to get my pussy filled... ahnn! No! I need to control myself! Ahnn, I am a married woman... ahnn!" Sylph bit her clothes even harder, tears of shame and lust pricking her eyes as it was time for her body to forcefully let out another surge of juices.

"Ahnn! Ahn!! I’m cumming... ahnn!!"

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

Her natural love juices sprayed out like a sudden shower, thoroughly soaking the cold bathroom floor and splattering against the hem of her rumpled blouse.

"Ahnn... oh no... ahnn, why does this feel so painfully good... ahnn, I can’t think straight anymore... ahnn," she gasped, leaning her trembling body against the tiled wall while panting heavily.

In her feverish, heat-crazed mind, she kept vividly imagining herself getting forcefully pounded right now by the dangerously handsome man sitting just a few feet away in her living room—her own brother-in-law. She pictured his broad, thick shoulders packed with raw physical strength, his striking face that made her secretly question every single life choice she had ever made, and that sharp, confident smile that could make any mature woman instantly drop to her knees and soak her underwear.

"N-no! I can’t think like that! He is my husband’s brother... ahnn, I can’t be thinking such horribly lewd thoughts about my own brother-in-law like that... ahnn, yes, I must stop!" Sylph tried her absolute best to gather her scattered bearings. Even if her legs were shaking like leaf stems and her body felt completely flushed, she knew it was basic courtesy for her to step back outside, show up, and properly entertain her guest—especially considering the man was her husband’s own blood relative.

"Ohh, what took you so long in there, Sister-in-law? I was almost tempted to knock on the toilet door myself," Quinn drawled smoothly as she finally walked back into the living space. He casually waved the slick green vegetable back and forth in his hand, completely unbothered by the sheer horror spreading across her pale face.

"W-what...? Ha... ha... I was just having a bit of personal time in there... can you please put that thing down...? It’s filthy and bad!" Sylph gasped, her blood running completely cold as she stared at the glistening, sticky substance coating his fingers and the vegetable he held.

Yes—in her complete panic and feverish state earlier, she had totally forgotten to put away the secret tool she had used in the kitchen!

"Ohh? What’s so bad about this, Sister? I actually think it’s quite lovely, especially since it smells so sweet and familiar," Quinn said, taking a deliberate step forward.

His face came dangerously close to the green pole, making a show of leaning in to sniff it deeply.

Sylph moved faster than she ever had in her life, her hands shooting out to frantically grab his wrist.

"D-don’t! It smells awful... and you can’t just go around sniffing strange objects like that!"

Sylph’s entire face turned a furious shade of bright red, her warm palms clutching his hand tightly. In her desperate rush to pull the vegetable away from his nose, her heavy, soft tits pressed flush against his broad chest—a delicious mistake that made Quinn’s wicked smile widen tenfold.

"Oh my, how could you be so bold and lewd as to act like that toward your own brother-in-law, Sister? You really don’t have to press your soft body so tightly against mine if you just want me to stop, you know?" Quinn taunted, completely dropping his polite facade. She was already ripe, helpless, and practically begging to be eaten, requiring only the gentlest shove over the edge.

"D-don’t... you can’t touch me like that..." Sylph whimpered weakly, her heels instinctively backing away as Quinn’s large, warm hand reached down and boldly groper her soft, quivering ass through her skirt.

"No, Sister, let’s not play stupid games. I’m not a fool, and I know for a fact that you’re in desperate need of a real man’s help right now," Quinn murmured directly into her ear, his deep voice dripping with dark authority.

"Besides, did you seriously think your dirty little moans weren’t completely audible from the hallway? I heard every single shameful sound you made while you were pleasuring yourself in that toilet."

Quinn squeezed her plump butt cheek even harder, his slick fingers sliding boldly beneath her skirt to lay the groundwork against her inner thighs—stopping just a single millimeter away from her weeping, overheated hole.

"..."

Sylph froze instantly, standing rooted to the spot and staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes, looking as though she had just seen a ghost standing right in front of her.

’Oh my god! Did I really moan so loud that my brother-in-law heard everything?! What was I even thinking... oh my god... please... what have I done to myself?!’

Her mind spiraled out of control as the mere thought of hearing her own moaning voice echoing through the small house hit her—a vivid, shameful sound invading every corner of her consciousness.

"Also, Sister, I know for a fact that you used this vegetable to pleasure yourself in the kitchen. I even know how much you squirted in the toilet just a few minutes ago," Quinn said, making his relentless push even more convincing as his hand slid beneath her blouse, his fingertips pressing dangerously close to the drenched center of her pussy.

"Ahhnn... D-don’t touch me like that! You can’t be doing this... I’m a married woman... ahnn!" Her desperate moans spread out into the quiet room as his fingers dug deeper into her soft fabric. She was already completely soaking wet, and now her betraying body was going crazy all over again.

"Does that really matter right now, Sister? I know you desperately need help down here, and I’m right in front of you."

"Aghn... n-no, I can’t do that... I can’t betray my husband... ahnn... and you’re my husband’s own brother... ahnn!" She made one last weak attempt to back away and escape, but Quinn tightened his hard grip on her ass, instantly halting her retreat and pulling her hips flush against his own.

"You can’t keep acting so virtuous, Sister. You just masturbated all by yourself in the bathroom, and yet you’re claiming that you love your husband? Is it really normal for a happily married woman to act like a starving slut the moment her husband leaves the house?" Quinn rubbed his fingers directly against her soaking wet center, the delicate hem of her skirt becoming completely drenched under his touch.

"Nghn! Ngbhn... ahh! Don’t touch my private parts like that... ahh! I’m going to get really angry if you keep doing this... ngbhn!" Despite her stern words, her trembling legs wobbled and turned completely to jelly.

The deep, mind-numbing sensation she had been desperately searching for all afternoon was finally within her reach.

Deep down, she knew the truth: Quinn’s dominant, masculine touch was the exact thing her starved body had been craving all along.

"Don’t lie to me, Sister. I know you’re suffering and need help down there. How about I take care of you today?" Quinn murmured, closing the remaining distance between their faces until his hot breath brushed her lips.