"J-Julian," she whimpered, "Y-you can't…"
His smirk grew more wicked. "I already am," he whispered.
His fingers gently circled the wet skin. "Do you really want me to stop, Aunt Alice?"
Alice nodded frantically. Her hands reached for his chest in a weak attempt to push him away, but it was useless.
Regina watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk.
"Look at you, Alice," she teased. "Acting so innocent while your pussy tells the truth."
Julian's smile turned sly as he grabbed Alice's trembling hands and slowly guided them towards the growing bulge in his pants.
Her eyes widened as her fingertips made contact with the hard, long erection.
She gasped, her instincts telling her to pull away, but his grip was strong and unyielding.
"Feel that?" he whispered. "This is what you have been thinking about, isn't it?"
Alice's lips parted, but no words came. Her mind raced, each thought colliding with the next.