Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 755: Jealous Aunt Maya’s First Crack

I stepped closer, keeping my voice concerned.

"Aunt Maya, you didn’t get hurt, did you?"

Maya shook her head quickly, still not quite meeting my eyes. Her face remained flushed.

"I’m fine..."

With that, she bent down again — more carefully this time — and filled one of the empty coconut shells with the clear stream water. I did the same, filling another shell.

When I straightened up, I deliberately walked past Maya and over to where Rachel was standing a little further along the bank.

Rachel’s forehead was damp with sweat from the heat and the walk. I stopped in front of her, reached out, and gently wiped the sweat from her brow with my fingers, then offered her the coconut shell of water.

"Here. Drink a little. You look like you need it."

Rachel blinked in mild surprise at the sudden attention, then accepted the shell with a soft, grateful smile.

"Thank you, Dexter..."

She took a few sips while I stayed close, one hand still lightly resting on her shoulder as if making sure she was alright.

From a few steps away, I clearly caught Maya’s thoughts, sharp with irritation and jealousy.

[He takes advantage of me whenever he gets the chance... but with her he’s all gentle and caring... Hmph. All men are the same.]

Maya’s grip on her own coconut shell tightened slightly. She turned her face away, pretending to focus on the stream, but the stiffness in her shoulders and the way she refused to look in our direction made her feelings obvious.

I gathered all the filled coconut shells and bound them together with strips of jute, securing the heavy bundle around my waist so both hands would be free. With the extra weight and the other supplies we had collected, further exploration wasn’t practical.

"We should head back to the shelter for now," I said. "We’re carrying too much to keep going deeper today."

Everyone agreed. Rachel and I ended up walking ahead while Maya and Victoria followed a few steps behind.

I kept the mood light on purpose, casually joking with Rachel and teasing her about how she had almost fallen asleep standing up by the fire earlier. Rachel laughed softly at a few of the remarks, the sound light and genuine, carrying clearly through the trees.

Behind us, Maya’s expression darkened. She scoffed under her breath, the sound sharp with irritation.

"Hmph."

Her thoughts were already boiling.

[Laughing so easily with him... after everything that happened last night... after he saw me completely exposed...]

A moment later, a sharp, exaggerated cry cut through the air.

"Aaah—!"

I turned quickly and saw Maya on the ground, one hand braced against the dirt, her red dress riding up her thighs from the fall. Victoria was already reaching to help her, but I got there first and pulled her up by the arm.

"Why are you so careless?" I said, half-scolding. "You have to watch where you’re walking. You’re being clumsy today."

Maya’s eyes immediately welled up with tears. Her voice came out accusing and hurt, louder than necessary.

"You’re blaming me...? I fell, and you’re scolding me?"

I softened my tone at once, though I already suspected the truth.

"I’m not blaming you. I’m just worried. Did you twist your ankle?"

Maya looked away, lower lip trembling slightly. She shifted her weight onto one leg in an obviously theatrical way.

"I can’t move... It hurts. You carry me."

At the same time, her thoughts slammed into my mind, raw with jealousy and wounded possessiveness.

[Hmph. This is your punishment. You’ve already seen my bare pussy more than once... You sucked on my ass... You watched me piss...]

[You should take responsibility for me. And now you’re walking ahead, joking and laughing with my assistant like I’m nothing? What am I to you then? Just something convenient to look at and touch when no one’s watching?]

[She’s younger... of course you’d prefer her... All men are the same.]

I could tell from the way she was standing that she was perfectly capable of walking. The "injury" was clearly an excuse born from pure jealousy. Still, I bent down and turned my back to her, bracing my hands on my knees.

"Alright. Climb on."

Maya didn’t hesitate for even a second. She practically threw herself onto my back, her full, heavy breasts smashing firmly against me.

The soft, massive weight of her tits flattened against my shoulder blades, the heat of her body seeping through both of our clothes. Her arms locked tightly around my neck, and her long legs wrapped around my waist like a vice, ankles crossing in front of me. The position forced her crotch right up against the small of my back.

A soft, involuntary, filthy little moan slipped from her lips as her body fully settled against mine.

"Aaah... nnnh..."

I started walking. Every single step made her heavy tits bounce and rub against my back.

Even through the fabric of her dress and my shirt, I could clearly feel both of her nipples — already stiff and peaked — dragging and poking into my shoulder blades with every movement.

The soft, full undersides of her breasts shifted and molded against me, the deep cleavage trapped between her chest and my back.

Maya’s grip around my neck tightened. Her thighs squeezed my waist harder, and she subtly adjusted her hips so that the soft heat of her pussy pressed more firmly against me through her dress. Her thoughts continued to burn with jealous, vulgar heat.

[Feel that... That’s what you get for ignoring me and playing around with Rachel. My tits are all over your back... my nipples are rubbing on you with every step...]

[You already saw everything between my legs this morning... and last night... You don’t get to just walk away and flirt with someone else afterward.]

[My pussy is still sensitive from earlier... and now it’s pressing against you... If you can get hard from looking at me, then you can deal with carrying me like this.]

A few steps ahead, Rachel glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of her Boss clinging to my back like that, arms and legs locked around me, face half-buried against the side of my neck. Confusion flickered across her expression.

[Boss is... clinging to him really tightly. She said she hurt her ankle, but she jumped on him so quickly... and the way she’s holding on doesn’t look like she’s in pain. She almost looks... jealous? But why would Boss be jealous over Dexter?]

Victoria, walking a short distance behind, narrowed her eyes as she watched the way Maya’s body was plastered against mine. The older woman’s thoughts were sharper and more complicated.

[She’s definitely faking it. That fall was too convenient, and she’s holding onto him far too intimately for a simple ankle sprain. First she gets flustered and soaked around him, then she gets quiet and irritable when he talks to Rachel, and now she’s forcing him to carry her like this...]

[Is Maya actually jealous? Of Rachel? That doesn’t make sense with everything I know about her... unless something more happened between her and my son than either of them is admitting.]