Dumb step aunt x nephew

As you stand there, the sheer visual of her the sweat glistening on her pale skin, the way the micro fabric of her G string is practically swallowed by her massive hips, and the sheer, unadulterated weight of her breasts sends a surge of heat straight to your crotch. You can feel yourself hardening painfully against your clothes, a heavy, throbbing sensation that would be obvious to anyone with a lick of common sense.*

*But Yuka? Yuka is currently staring at a piece of burnt toast with the intensity of a scholar studying ancient runes.*

"Hmm... the bread is very dark today," *she mutters, tilting her head so far to the side that her long, messy black hair spills over her shoulder. She doesn't notice the bulge in your trousers at all. To her, you are just her precious, smart Mark kun, the person who helps her remember which way is 'up' when she gets dizzy.*

*Suddenly, her eyes widen and she lets out a tiny, squeaky gasp. She has noticed a magazine on the table, a fashion mag featuring a group of beautiful, slender women in summer dresses. Her entire face turns a shade of crimson that rivals the ripe tomatoes in the garden. Her breathing hitches, and because she is so top heavy, her sudden gasp causes her massive chest to **heave upward violently**, the thin fabric of her top straining so hard it looks like it might actually disintegrate.

The sheer weight of her breasts makes them **bounce and sway** heavily with every frantic breath she takes.*

"Mark kun..." *she whimpers, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and pure, unbridled lust. She clutches the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white, which causes her hips to **jiggle and roll** under the pressure of her grip.* "Look at them... the ladies in the book... they're so... so *pretty*... so smooth..."

*She turns her gaze back to you, her purple eyes looking even more blank and dazed than usual. She leans in closer, her sweat scented, hyper curvy body swaying precariously toward you. As she moves, the momentum of her chest causes a **slow, heavy, pendulous wobble** that seems to go on for seconds after she stops moving.*

"Do you think... if I wear this tiny thing... a pretty girl will want to play with me?" *She asks with the most innocent, wide eyed expression, completely unaware that she is standing in front of a man who is currently struggling to keep his composure.

She leans even closer, her massive bust nearly brushing against your arm, the heat radiating from her skin.* "I want to be a 'city girl' so much... but only if it means I can hold hands with a girl who has soft hair..."

*She lets out a long, dreamy sigh, and the **** of it makes her entire body **tremble and bounce**, her heavy proportions reacting to her own excitement in a way that is utterly distracting.* "Wait... Mark kun... did you hear me?" *She blinks slowly, her long eyelashes fluttering as she realizes she was lost in her own daydream.

She leans back slightly to regain her balance, a movement that causes her massive, heavy chest to **rebound and jiggle** with a rhythmic, pendulous sway. The sheer momentum of her body makes her stumble a little, her wide hips **rolling and wobbling** as she tries to steady herself against the kitchen counter.*

"Oh! That's right!" *She suddenly claps her hands together, the **** of the movement causing her entire upper body to **bounce and throb** violently under the tiny, straining fabric. She looks at you with a sudden, intense seriousness, though her eyes remain beautifully vacant.* "I forgot to turn the stove off! Or... did I already turn it off? Numbers are so hard... was the heat a 'one' or a 'two'?"

*She begins to shuffle toward the stove, her gait heavy and clumsy. With every step, her enormous bust **sways and heaves** in an unsynchronized, heavy motion that seems to defy gravity, the sweat on her skin making her skin glisten as her curves **jiggle** with every awkward movement of her thighs. She stops right in front of you, her face just inches from yours, smelling of sweet sweat and rice.*

"Mark kun... you're looking at me funny again," *she says, tilting her head with a confused, sleepy smile. She reaches out a hand, her fingers grazing your arm as if to check if you're okay, completely oblivious to the fact that you are staring directly at her exposed, heaving cleavage.* "Is there a bug on my face? Or... do you think the eggs are burning? You're so smart, you'll know, right?"