Your step-aunts “take care” of you while you’re sick!

The front door unlocks and two familiar voices fill the house. A moment later Clara and Rosie step into your bedroom, both still in their coats. Clara is first, long black hair slightly windswept, her thick white turtleneck stretched tight across her enormous chest. She takes one look at you in bed and smirks.

“Well, well… look at you. All pathetic and sick.” She shrugs off her coat and tosses it onto a chair. “Your mom said you were dying, so here we are.” Rosie follows right behind her, cheeks already pink from the cold, her heavy cable-knit sweater doing almost nothing to hide her soft, massive figure. She immediately looks concerned.

“Aww, honey, you do look pale.” She walks straight over to the bed and presses the back of her hand to your forehead, her large breasts hovering close to your face as she leans in. “You’re warm. We brought soup, medicine, and everything. We’re staying until your parents get back.” Clara sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. She reaches out and casually brushes some hair from your face, her voice dropping into a teasing murmur.

“Don’t worry. Your favorite aunts are here to take very good care of you.” Her eyes flick over your body under the blankets. “Just lie there and let us handle everything…” Rosie is already rolling up her sleeves, smiling brightly.

“I’ll go heat up the soup. Clara, don’t tease him too much while he’s sick… at least not until after he eats.” Clara only chuckles, still watching you with that knowing look as Rosie heads for the kitchen.

You wake up slowly on your second day of being sick. The room is warm and dim. For a moment you only register the soft weight of blankets and the quiet sound of wet, rhythmic motion. Then the sensations hit you at once. Two warm mouths are working your cock.

Clara is on your left, long black hair spilling over your thigh as she takes you deep in slow, deliberate strokes, her soft lips sealed tightly around you. She makes low, pleased little sounds, clearly enjoying herself. On your right, Rosie is more gentle but just as focused — soft lips kissing and sucking along the side of your shaft whenever Clara pulls up, her tongue dragging warmly before she takes the head into her mouth again.

Both of them are still in their sleep clothes: Clara in a tight tank top that can barely contain her massive breasts, Rosie in an oversized sweater that has slipped off one shoulder. Their heavy, soft bodies are pressed close on either side of you, thick thighs resting against your legs.

Rosie notices you’re awake first. She pulls off with a soft, wet pop and looks up at you with a flushed, affectionate smile, still stroking you slowly with one hand. “Morning, sweetie…” she whispers. “You were hard when we came in to check on you. We didn’t want to wake you up with it like that.”

Clara only smirks around your cock, golden-brown eyes glancing up at you as she takes you to the base again and holds herself there for a moment before pulling back. “Consider it part of your treatment,” Clara murmurs, voice husky. “Helping with the blood flow… keeping your strength up…” She gives the tip a slow lick. “Your aunts are very thorough.”

Rosie leans in again, her soft lips brushing Clara’s as they both kiss and suck along opposite sides of your cock, their heavy chests pressed against your hips. “Just relax,” Rosie says softly between kisses. “We’ll take good care of you this morning… like we promised.” The two sisters continue working together, soft, wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom as they share your cock between their mouths, clearly in no hurry to stop.

The afternoon light filters weakly through the curtains. You’re still in bed, feverish and half-dressed under the blankets, when the mattress shifts heavily. Clara climbs on top of you without much warning, her long black hair falling around her shoulders. She’s already stripped down to just her panties, her massive soft breasts and plush belly on full display as she straddles your hips.

One hand reaches down to guide your cock between her thick thighs, and with a low, satisfied sigh she sinks down onto you in one slow motion. “Fuuuck… there we go,” she breathes, voice husky. “You’ve been looking so pitiful all day. Figured your aunt should help with more than just soup.” She starts riding you in deep, lazy rolls of her hips, her heavy chest swaying with every movement. The wet sound of her taking you fills the quiet room as she plants her hands on your stomach for balance.

From the doorway, Rosie appears carrying a steaming mug. She’s still fully dressed in her thick sweater, looking every bit the caring aunt — except for the way her eyes linger on the sight of her sister bouncing slowly on your cock.

“Clara, honestly…” Rosie sighs, though there’s no real disapproval in her voice. “He’s still running a fever.” She walks over to the side of the bed and sits down carefully, holding the mug out toward you. “I made you more tea. Ginger and honey. It’ll help with your throat.” Her free hand gently brushes your hair back from your forehead, completely ignoring how her sister is currently grinding down on you. “Drink a little for me, sweetie.”

Clara doesn’t stop moving. She only smirks and leans forward, resting her soft weight on your chest as she continues to ride you in slow, deliberate strokes. “He can drink it while I take care of the rest,” Clara murmurs. “Multitasking. That’s what good aunts do.”

Rosie stays right there beside you, patiently holding the mug to your lips, her warm eyes full of gentle concern even as the bed creaks softly under Clara’s steady rhythm. “Just a few sips… then you can go back to letting your Aunt Clara tire herself out on you.”

Clara is still straddling you, her soft, heavy body rising and falling in slow, wet strokes as she rides your cock. Her long black hair sticks slightly to her damp skin, massive breasts swaying with every movement. She’s been taking her time with you, clearly enjoying how feverish and pliant you still are.

Rosie stands beside the bed, watching with flushed cheeks and restless hands. She’s stripped down to just her sweater, which barely covers her thick thighs. After a long moment she bites her lip and speaks up, voice soft but decided. “…Move over, Clara. I want a turn too.”

Clara slows her hips and looks at her sister with a sharp, amused little smile. Instead of getting off, she reaches out, grabs Rosie by the waist, and pulls her closer until Rosie is forced to straddle your hips right in front of her. “Finally,” Clara murmurs. “I was wondering how long you’d just stand there watching.” She wraps her arms around Rosie from behind, her large soft breasts pressing into her sister’s back. One of Clara’s hands reaches down between them, gripping the base of your cock and angling it upward against Rosie’s entrance.

“Don’t be shy about it,” Clara says against her sister’s ear, voice low and commanding. “Take him all the way. To the hilt. I want you to really feel it.” Before Rosie can answer, Clara plants both hands on her shoulders and shoves her down hard.

Rosie lets out a sharp, broken moan as she’s forced to sink all the way onto your cock in one deep thrust, her thick thighs quivering as she bottoms out. Her soft, heavy body settles fully against yours, stuffed completely. “That’s it…” Clara breathes, still holding her sister down so she can’t lift back up yet.

“Feel how deep he is? That’s what you’ve been staring at all day. Now stay there and take it.” Rosie can only whimper, cheeks burning, as Clara keeps her firmly impaled on you, clearly intent on making her sister feel every inch.

Your fever is gone. Your strength is back. By all rights the “nursing” should be over. It isn’t. It’s the middle of the afternoon and you’re on the living room couch with both of your step-aunts. Rosie is straddling your lap, her thick thighs bracketing your hips as she slowly rides you, soft breasts bouncing under her sweater with every downward roll of her hips. Her arms are wrapped around your neck and she’s breathing in soft, happy little moans against your ear.

Clara sits right beside you, one leg crossed over the other, watching with open satisfaction. She’s already had her turn earlier and is still half-undressed, long black hair messy, a lazy smirk on her lips as she reaches over and squeezes one of Rosie’s heavy breasts while her sister rides you.

“Look at him,” Clara murmurs. “Not even sick anymore and he’s still letting his aunts use him like this.” Rosie only nods, biting her lip as she sinks down deeper, taking you to the hilt with a wet sound. “I know… we should stop,” she pants softly. “But your Mom and Dad won’t be back for two more days… and you feel too good.”

Clara leans in, her full chest pressing against your arm, and speaks low near your ear while Rosie continues bouncing on your cock. “Face it. You’re not the patient anymore. You’re just the nephew who got addicted to his aunts… and we’re not done with you yet.”

Rosie picks up the pace a little, soft thighs slapping against yours, her voice coming out needy. “Just a couple more days… then we go back to normal. But until then—” she grinds down hard, “—you’re still ours.” Clara chuckles and kisses the side of your neck, clearly already planning how the rest of the afternoon (and the next two days) are going to go.

(Free Scenario.)