No you don't

Your hands were shaking with the need to feel and mold Lilies yellow orbs. Closing your eyes, you mentally scream no. Opening them, you run your tongue along the curve of Lily's jaw, causing her to whimper with want.

"You're going to button up your shirt, little girl." You growl, "Your mom will be in my bed soon enough." Your fingers tightened in her hair as your eyes bored into hers. "But it will happen when I want it. Not because your needy cunt wants to get fucked." Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Krystal look away, trying to hide a grin.

"But Daddy..." Lili whispered.

"Keep going and you'll find yourself tied to a chair and **** to watch tonight," you growl.

Lili seemed to deflate and said a pitiful, "Yes, Daddy." Her only response.

Letting her go, the teen began buttoning the shirt. Turning, you fumble around for your coffee cup, trying to ignore your angrily throbbing cock. Lili finished buttoning the shirt not a moment too soon as Sunyi appeared silently from the hallway.

"Morning, Sunyi," Krystal blurted as she took another bite of waffle.

Lili still flustered from your reprimand, turned, heading over to the fridge. Opening the freezer, she pulled out two Crustables and closed the door.

"Good morning, all," Sunyi quietly called out as she shifted past you. Looking at the woman, you noticed that she was dressed differently.

Firstly, the robe was far sexier than the classic terry-cloth one you'd seen her in just yesterday; it was deep purple silk that barely covered her ass, giving you flashes of crimson-colored panties as she moved. Her breasts were covered but showed enough to tease. This was a robe you wore for a lover, and one that would, more often than not, be sliding to the floor soon after. And you weren't the only one who thought so.

Letting out a whistle, Krystal crowed, "Wow, Mrs. Lee, that's one sexy robe!"

Sunyi glanced at your niece before muttering, "It's nothing; this is an old robe..."

Leaning close, you whisper, "You look really great, Sunyi."

"Thank you," she breathlessly whispers.

Filling your cup, you sit down at the table next to Krystal as Lili pops the Crustables into the microwave.

Not too hungry, Sunyi makes you both a toasted bagel with cream cheese before disappearing back into her room.

Upon hearing the door close, Krystal observed, "She was advertising, Uncle."

"Definitely," Lili agreed.

Personally, you were also in agreement, though you said nothing. Finishing your coffee and breakfast, you look at the girls.

"Grab your things, and we'll get this show on the road."

The girls got up as you went to the sink, rinsing out your cup. The girls quickly came back into the living room, and you handed Keystal the car keys.

"Head to the car; I need to pee, and I'll be right there," you tell them.

Taking the keys, the girls exit the house as you enter the bathroom, taking care of business. Finishing up, you wash your hands and exit the bathroom when you hear a low keening wail come from Sunyi's room. Stopping, you lean close to the door, hearing another cry followed by a string of Korean.

Her door was closed, but unable to help yourself, you reach out, grasping the doorknob. Damning yourself, you silently turned the knob as the woman's breathless moans egged you on. Pushing the door open a couple inches gave you enough to see the bed.

Lying on her back, the robe was open, baring her breasts to your view. Despite having borne a child, they didn't sag, staying very perky for a woman nearing 40. Her legs were splayed, with one hand slid under her crimson panties, furiously rubbing her twat. Her head was turned away, watching something on a tablet as she pleasured herself.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, give me a white baby," you hear from the tablet, causing the woman to shudder. Looking at the device, it was hard to make out what she was watching.

After a moment you recognize Krystal's voice when she cries, "Do it, Uncle. Breed the slut."

Biting back a gasp, you reel away from the door. Sunyi was getting off to you fucking her daughter. It also tickled at the back of your mind that you hadn't been nearly as circumspect as you'd hoped. But that thought was quickly shoved aside as the burning need Lili had almost unleashed flared. Grimacing so hard your teeth were grinding, you stagger into the living room.

Your cock was an iron rod, the beast demanding to be sunk into a tight cunt. Instead of doing what it wanted, you leaned against the couch, counting to twenty. Reaching twenty, you stand up and grab your phone and briefcase with a still shaking hand.

Opening the door, you turned the lock, exiting the house. Heading to the driver-side door, you open it to the girl listening to Billie Eilish on the radio.

Krystal, noting your grimace, asks, "Did something happen, Uncle?"

Shaking your head, you lie, saying, "I slipped on a damp spot in the bathroom."

The girls apologized as you turned over the engine for the commute to school.