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You inhale the sweetness of Nina's pussy and begin to gently rub the underside of your tongue over her pussy lips. She leans back and emits a soft moan. You increase the pressure from your tongue and move it around her clit. She groans in pleasure as you increase your pace. The monotony of your actions makes your mind drift to the past.

After your parents' fatal accident when you were just nine, Alice, your dad's sister, was **** to take you in, since she was the only relative "willing" to help. She always emphasized that point, after your usual scolding, that you were "privileged" to live with her, and that you should repay her "kindness" by doing all the housework.

A first, you didn't mind, as long as you could be with your pretty cousin, Nina. However, she was not like what you expected from a big sister. It was always "Nick do this!" or "Nick do that!" The initial crush you felt for her had turned to hate. Alice always sided with Nina, and believed her explanation for every disagreement you had. At the age of eleven, you felt everything was hopeless, and decided to just live in the shadows.

You are jolted back to the present as Nina pulls your head harder towards her pussy. "Faster," she moans. Moments later, she screams in orgasm as her fluids drench your face. You smile at her and she smiles back. This will be the closest you can ever get to her and you don't want to make it worse.

"Don't forget to wash my bed sheets and mop the floor," she commands, before heading for the shower. You immediately pull out her cum-stained bed sheets and use them to dry the wet spot on the floor. You finish it off with a couple of sprays from a can of deodorizer. You head for the garage and dump the sheets into the washer. As the wash cycle starts, you make your way back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

You take a quick shower, but decide a little delay would be worth the release of some pressure. You imagine Nina giving you a blow job, as you jack yourself off. Your concentration is broken when you hear the door to your room open and smell Nina's body spray in the air. "Here's your allowance for last week," she says. "I'm placing it on your bed."

"Thanks," you reply. You go back to wanking yourself, confident that Nina will not figure out what was taking you so long.

"I'm taking the car," Nina yells from the doorway. "You'll have to walk to school. I don't want to be late waiting for you." She punctuates her sentence with a slam of your bedroom door.

At last, you are left to yourself. You quickly finish off with the image of cumming in Nina's mouth, with her eyes turning watery as she chokes and finally swallows most of it.

You hurriedly dress for class and pocket the money Nina left on the bed. You think of where you might spend the money, but the image of your unfinished experiment in the basement keeps popping back into your head.

Ever since you took care of all the housework, the basement automatically became your domain. Alice and Nina never dared enter. It was possibly their fear of spiders that kept them at bay. Through the years, the basement transformed from a cluttered warehouse, to an esoteric library, and finally to a makeshift laboratory. Your appetite for books led you to the works of the great inventors of the past, and you finally decided to do some experimenting on your own. That was where most of your allowance was going, as experiments cost money.

A number of your experiments are in the conception stage, most are in the development stage, few are in the prototype stage, and a couple are in the testing stage. Right now, you are excited to test experiment #5, a pheromone solution, and experiment #21, an anti-opaque solvent. Both are in tiny spray-on bottles, your preferred method of administration. Although you label your experiments based on the order by which the ideas came to you, development usually does not follow in that order.

You pick up your backpack, quickly pocket bottles of #5 and #21, and rush for the university. As you walk briskly, the honking of a taxicab constantly tempts you to take a ride instead. You are caught between whether to spend some cash and arrive on time, or save the money and be late for your first class.