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Cuckfeather. Ch.1
Late in December, after Christmas had come and passed, Basuki sat in disbelief outside his aunt Reine's bedroom.
In his head, bumbling into her room naked, penis in hand, and muttered the words 'It got hard, can you help me?' was supposed to be the smoothest pick up line in the world. Not only was Reine disgusted at the prospect of incest or at the almost-adult acting like a child, Basuki had this retarded look in his eyes that signified his parents were probably cousins.
The slap that flew across Basuki's face didn't deter him from his quest to score with his aunt. If asking nicely didn't work, surely that meant Reine was asking to be raped. Lesbians love rape.
But he couldn't believe his eyes as a new challenger appeared in the arena. That challenger? Me, Anonymous.
I striked up a conversation with Reine, which Basuki couldn't understand with his broken english. He stood watching as I made his beloved auntie laugh.
Reine then dragged me to her bedroom, and there she told me of poor Basuki. That kid has no friends, so he bonded with her over anime. What a fag, I thought.
I felt his presence outside Reine's bedroom, and without wasting my chance, I pinned Reine down and stripped her of her garments, watching that sloppy hag body spill out of her dress. Then, I took my bitch basher and put it between her folds.
And so, Basuki sat outside Reine's bedroom, hearing the bed bumping the wall and his aunt screaming 'OH FUCK YOU'RE STRETCHING ME OUT, DON'T STOP GIVE ME A FUCKING HALF-WHITE BASTARD!'
The bumps, the moans and the grunts got faster and faster until they came to a sudden stop. Anon was cumming inside his aunt now, and was sure to give him some half-Philippino cousins he'd despise later.
