My Hot Demonic Aunt's Vacation: Episode Two

 **Warning! This story contains disturbing elements!**

After our aunt had finished with us, my little brother and I started to truly fear her.

We considered telling our mom about it, but we didn’t want to wake her after her night shift; the poor woman was utterly exhausted.

We had to wait until she woke up, but our aunt didn’t sleep in. She got up early to go jogging, then cooked lunch for us.

She invited us into the kitchen to eat, and we couldn’t say no, especially after she’d spent hours preparing those fragrant dishes.

She seated us next to each other while she sat across from us, and we began eating.

I noticed she hadn’t put anything on her own plate; it sat empty. I asked why she wasn’t eating.

She said I was right; it was time for her lunch too, and she slipped under the table, which we found extremely odd.

Under the table, our aunt pulled out both our cocks and started pleasuring us.

Of course we tried to resist, but she said if we didn’t let her, she’d wake Mom by complaining about how ill-mannered we were and how we couldn’t behave at the table.

We had no choice; we didn’t want her to wake Mom—she needed her sleep.

Our aunt jerked us off hard. My little brother couldn’t hold back his whimpers. She alternated staring into our eyes with that terrifying, lustful grin, flashing her sharp incisors.

My brother came, and she immediately took his cock in her mouth so not a single drop would be wasted.

Once she was done with him, she focused solely on me. She quickly took my dick in her mouth and started sucking like a machine.

It didn’t take long; I soon shot a huge load, surprised there was any cum left after yesterday.

Our aunt crawled out from under the table, patted our heads, then spat the cum onto our food.

She forced us to eat it. It was utterly disgusting; I wanted to vomit the whole thing up.

After lunch, she ordered us to her room.

Her room was on the upper floor, far from Mom’s, so she wouldn’t hear if we screamed or anything—the insulation was thick.

She sat us on her bed, then asked my brother how my cum had tasted. He didn’t answer, just stared sadly at the floor.

Our aunt wanted him to taste my sperm again and demanded he take my cock in his mouth.

We both protested, but she slapped him hard across the face and said she’d slit his throat with her nails if he didn’t comply.

Her nails were sharp enough; she filed them to razor points. We were terrified and believed she was capable of it, not just bluffing.

I had no choice; I pulled out my cock, and my little brother started taking it in his mouth.

He began sobbing, and understandably, I felt incredibly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

Our aunt noticed how limp I was, but that was something she couldn’t force out of me, so she tried something else.

First, she freed her massive breasts, but I turned away—though it took immense willpower.

Seeing me look away, she came closer and removed her top.

Once she was right beside me, she grabbed my head with one hand, forcing me to look at her gorgeous, full breasts, then leaned down and kissed me deeply.

That was too much. Her soft, bare tits were inches from my face while she kissed incredibly well, her tongue wildly flicking in my mouth.

My flaccid cock stiffened instantly, and my brother felt it; it became much harder for him—the thing barely fit in his mouth, which he couldn’t and didn’t want to open wider.

After a while, our aunt grew tired of his fumbling, pushed him aside, and gave me a thorough blowjob.

She licked my cock everywhere, even took my balls in her mouth; her technique was incredible. I couldn’t hold back and shot into her mouth.

Then she made out with my crying brother and spat my cum into his mouth, ordering him to swallow it all.

He did, but nearly threw it back up, which only made him cry harder.

That was the moment I knew I had to tell Mom, or our demonic aunt would devour us alive.