NOVEL WEB Chapter 695: Relentless Giggles
Kafka strode down the hallway, his shoulders broad and steady under the weight of Olivia and Abigaille, each slung over a side like prized catches. Olivia's body swayed gently with his steps, her hands hovering near his back and all the while she marveled at the ripple of muscle on his back, the way his strength seemed effortless, carrying two grown women without breaking a sweat.
Her fingers itched to trace those muscles, to feel their tautness shift as he moved, curiosity bubbling in her chest about just how strong her son had become. The warmth of his body also seeped into her, a comforting anchor after the wild night, and she let herself relax into the sensation, her legs dangling behind him.
But then, Abigaille's voice broke through her thoughts, playful and nostalgic. "Hey, Liv, does this ring any bells? Bring back any old memories?" She shifted slightly on Kafka's other shoulder, her breasts bouncing with the motion, her fingers brushing his back for balance.
Olivia blinked, her hands pausing mid, air as she thought, her voice soft and innocent. "Not really, Abi. Back when Kafi was little, he wasn't strong enough to carry even one of us, let alone both. No way he could've done this." She gave a small laugh, her palms finally resting lightly on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin.
"Oh, you silly goose, I'm not talking about that." Abigaille snorted, her laughter muffled against Kafka's shoulder. "I'm talking about when Kafi was a kid, and we'd go out together, the three of us. On the way home, he'd conk out in the car, dead to the world and no matter how much we poked or called him, he wouldn't budge. We'd have to carry him into the house, tuck him into bed, the whole deal."
Olivia's eyes lit up, a warm nostalgia flooding her chest as she nodded, her fingers pressing a little harder against Kafka's back.
"Oh, yes, I remember!" She said, her voice bright with the memory. "I was usually the one lugging him inside, wasn't I? He was so small then, all curled up and heavy with sleep. No way I could forget those nights." Her heart swelled, the image of a tiny Kafka in her arms vivid and tender.
Abigaille grinned, her hand giving Kafka's back a playful pat. "Exactly! And now look at us, roles flipped. Instead of us carrying him, he's hauling us to bed. Talk about a reversal, right?" She craned her neck to catch Olivia's eye behind Kafka's back, her voice warm with shared pride.
Olivia's gaze softened, her hands sliding slowly across Kafka's back, feeling the steady rhythm of his steps. "Yeah, it really has changed." She said, her tone quiet but full of awe. "Our little boy's grown into such a man. Compared to back then, he's...he's something else now." Her fingers lingered on his muscles, a quiet admiration stirring in her, tinged with a mother's pride.
Abigaille's grin turned cheeky, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, he's a man alright. You saw that cock of his, Liv, so big, so thick. Only a real man could pack a beast like that." She gave a suggestive wiggle, her body shifting on Kafka's shoulder, her thighs brushing his arm.
Olivia's face heated, and she twisted away, her hands gripping Kafka's back tighter as she sputtered. "Abi, I wasn't talking about that!" Her voice was a flustered rush, though deep down, she couldn't deny the truth, Kafka had grown in every way, his massive cock a testament to his manhood that had burned itself into her mind. "I just meant...he's strong, mature, all of it."
As they passed through the hallway, Olivia's eyes caught the door to her assigned room slipping by, and a flicker of confusion tightened her chest.
"Kafi, wait." She said, her voice hesitant, her body shifting slightly. "Why didn't you drop me off at my room? Where are you taking us?"
"Drop you off? Nah, Mom." He said, his tone casual but laced with a knowing edge. "In this house, sure, everyone gets their own room during the day, for whatever you need, work, hobbies, whatever."
"...But at night? One room, one bed. We all share It, always have."
Olivia's breath caught, her body tensing against his shoulder. "What?" She gasped, her voice high with surprise. "You mean...we all sleep together? In the same bed?" Her heart raced, embarrassment and curiosity swirling in her chest, the idea both shocking and strangely thrilling.
Abigaille piped up, her voice warm and teasing as she shifted to look at Olivia. "Yup, that's how we roll, Liv." She said, her tone light but firm. "It's our nighttime bonding, you know? In this family, we're so tight, we can't stand being apart, especially at night. I wanna be with the people I love when I'm feeling vulnerable which is at night since it's so dark and scary, and that's Kafi, and now you too." Her words carried a deep, unapologetic affection, her body relaxed against Kafka's shoulder, fully at ease with the arrangement.
Olivia's cheeks burned, her mind spinning with the implications. The last time she'd slept with Kafka was years ago, when he was a child curling up against her for comfort. Now, the thought of sharing a bed with him, and Abigaille, his warmth pressed close, his strong arms around her, sent a shiver of excitement through her.
"So...one bed?" She asked, her voice shy, her fingers digging slightly into his back. "Not separate beds or anything?"
Abigaille laughed, her tone turning playful as she gave Olivia a cheeky grin. "One bed, Liv, and trust me, it's not just for sleeping." She said, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "We do all sorts of things in that bed, don't we, Kafi?" Her thighs squeezed lightly against Kafka's arm, her implication clear, making Olivia's face flush an even deeper red as her mind raced with images of what 'all sorts' might mean.
Kafka then pushed through the bedroom door with Olivia and Abigaille still slung over his shoulders, their bodies swaying with each step. The room was bathed in a soft glow from a bedside lamp, the large bed in the center drawing Olivia's attention.
Her eyes immediately scanned the crisp, neatly tucked sheets and fluffed pillows, searching for any hint of the 'all sorts' Abigaille had teased about, maybe a wrinkled corner or a faint stain.
But the bed was pristine, and a quiet relief settled in her chest, easing the knot of unease about sleeping in a space marked by Kafka and Abigaille's intimacy.
She then thought Kafka might set them down gently or let them slide off, but instead, out of nowhere to her utter shock...he started spinning in place, his body turning in a swift, dizzying circle.
The air whipped past Olivia's face, her hair flying back, her stomach lurching as the room blurred into streaks of light and shadow.
"Kafi, what are you doing?!"
She yelped, her voice high, her hands gripping his torso, her legs kicking lightly in reflex. Her heart raced, a flutter of panic mixing with the thrill of the unexpected motion.
Kafka's laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her belly. "Well, I was gonna just plop you two on the bed." He said, his tone playful. "But then I realised that's no fun. I also got you both up here, so I thought why not give you a little spin first? Build some momentum, then toss you right onto the mattress...Make it a ride, you know?"
Olivia's breath caught, her fingers digging into his back.
"Toss us?" She said, her voice sharp with worry. "Kafi, that's dangerous! What if we land wrong, or hit the floor? Or worse you hurt your back? Please, stop, I don't want you getting hurt!" Her words spilled out, her maternal instincts flaring, her body tensing against his shoulder.
Abigaille, on the other side, let out a gleeful whoop, her hands slapping Kafka's back, her thighs squeezing his arm.
"Oh, hush, Liv!" She said, her voice bright. "Kafi's got us, he won't mess up. Just enjoy the ride!"
"...Go faster, Kafi, spin us like we're flying!" She kicked her feet, her hair fanning out, her body rocking with each turn, clearly loving the chaos.
But Olivia's voice rose, her hands clutching tighter.
"No, Abi, don't encourage him!" She said, her tone insistent. "Kafi, slow down, please! We just had dinner, what if we get sick? Go slower!" Her stomach churned slightly, the spinning making her head light, her worry for Kafka's safety gnawing at her.
But once again Abigaille snorted, her voice cutting through the blur. "Don't listen to her, Kafi!" She said, her tone teasing. "Crank it up, make it fast! I wanna feel the speed!" Her breasts bounced against his back, as her laughter rang out.
But no matter what the two said, Kafka simply ignored them both, as his spins growing faster, the room a dizzying whirl. Then, his voice boomed, full of glee.
"Alright, you two, I've got enough momentum now! It's time to launch!"
Before Olivia could protest or Abigaille could cheer, he let go, his arms flicking them forward with a smooth, powerful motion.
Olivia's stomach dropped, her body weightless for a fleeting second as she sailed through the air, her arms flailing, her hair trailing behind, while Abigaille's joyful shriek echoed beside her, the two women hurtling toward the bed.
"Bounce!~"
Olivia landed first with a soft thud on her back, the mattress sinking under her, her breasts bouncing wildly, the springs creaking. And then Abigaille hit face-first, her ass jiggling on impact, her face burying into a pillow, while her legs kicking playfully, muffled giggles escaping her at fun of sudden throw.
Olivia's heart on the other hand pounded, her breath coming in gasps as she lay there, the bed still bouncing beneath her and then relief flooded her chest, they were safe, no crashes, no injuries.
And seeing that everyone was alright, she then turned her head, ready to scold Kafka for his reckless stunt, her motherly instincts itching to lecture him.
But as her eyes met Abigaille's, who'd lifted her head from the pillow at the same time, a smirk tugged at her lips.
"Pfht—!"
Abigaille's shoulders also shook in a response, a giggle bubbling up, and suddenly, both of them burst into laughter, the sound spilling out uncontrollably, filling the room with wild, infectious joy.
"Hahahahaha!~"
"Hahahahaha!~"
Olivia rolled onto her side, clutching her stomach, her laughter shaking her body, her breasts still jiggling from the landing. "Oh my God, Abi!" She gasped, her voice breathless. "He just...He just threw us like we were nothing! What was that?" Her hands flapped, trying to calm herself, but Abigaille's bouncing form set her off again.
Abigaille too kicked her feet, her laughter loud, her body rocking on the mattress. "I told you to enjoy it, Liv!" She wheezed, propping herself up on her elbows, her hair a messy halo. "Now don't you see! Kafi's out here spinning us and giving us a ride thats better then ones you can find at a carnival!" The sight of her sent Olivia into another jolt of laughter, her body trembling with mirth.
"Hahahahaha!~"
"Hahahahaha!~"
"What's so funny, you two?" Kafka stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching them lose it and not even knowing what they were laughing about. "I give you a primo launch, and you're cackling like kids. I surely thought that you were gonna chew me out, Mom." He nodded at Olivia, his tone light.
Olivia tried to catch her breath, her laughter fading into hiccups. "I was gonna scold you, Kafi." She said, her voice wobbly, her hand pressing against her chest. "That was so reckless! But...I don't know, I just saw the dumb look Abi had on her face with her hair scattered all over and...and I just lost it!"
"Dumb look? Oh, you have no right to speak when you looked like you just survived a plan accident!" She said, her voice bright before looking back at her son. "And Kafi, you gotta do that again sometime. It felt like flying!" She flopped back onto the pillow, her thighs bouncing slightly, her hands fanning herself.
Hearing that, Kafka's grin stretched wide and he clapped his hands, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright then! Next time, I'll toss you just like you asked!"
"But before that—let me try this myself!" he declared suddenly, and with zero hesitation, stepped right onto the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, the springs groaning.
"Kafi, no—!" Olivia yelped, heart leaping as she scrambled to the edge, while Abigaille rolled in the opposite direction, kicking her legs with panic and delight.
Then, with the drama of a stage dive, Kafka hurled himself into the air and crashed down smack in the middle of the bed. The entire mattress bounced violently, squeaking and creaking as the impact launched both girls off the surface momentarily.
Olivia's breath caught, her hands gripping the sheets, relief washing over her as she saw Kafka sprawled safely in the center, his chest heaving with a satisfied chuckle. She then opened her mouth, ready to scold him for real this time, her maternal instincts flaring again.
But then her eyes met Abigaille's and Kafka's, and the sight of them, Abigaille's hair a wild mess, Kafka's arms flung out like he owned the bed, sent a fresh wave of laughter through her.
"Hahahahaha!~"
Hearing this, Abigaille's giggles started up again, her body shaking, and Olivia couldn't hold back, her laughter spilling out, loud and unrestrained.
"Hahahahaha!~"
"Haha!~ I don't even know why we're laughing!" Olivia gasped, her voice cracking, her hands clutching her sides. "It's just...it's so stupid, but I can't stop!" Her body rocked, the mattress bouncing with her, her thighs pressing into the sheets.
"You should've seen yourself, Liv!" Abigaille pointed at her, her voice breathless. "When Kafi jumped, you looked like you saw a ghost! I thought for a second you were gonna fly off the bed!" Her laughter rang out, her body curling slightly, her breasts bouncing with each chuckle.
"Me?" Olivia pointed back, her voice high with indignation. "You were no better, Abi! You looked like you were gonna get squished flat! I mean, Kafi's huge, if he actually landed on he'd turn us into pancakes!" Her hands gestured wildly, her laughter shaking her, the absurdity of the moment washing away her earlier worries.
Abigaille snorted, her body trembling. "Pancakes, huh? Yeah, no thanks, I'm too old for that." She said, her voice teasing. "But can you imagine us at the hospital with the doctor asking, why're we flat? And we'd have to reply saying, 'Oh, our son jumped on us.' We'd never live it down!" Her hands fanned herself, she laughed harder, the image too ridiculous to handle.
Olivia's laughter surged again, her body leaning closer to Kafka's, her arm brushing his chest. "Exactly!" She said, her voice cracking. "What do you even say to that? 'Sorry, doc, my son's too heavy'?" Her hands clutched her stomach, her breasts shaking, the bed creaking under their combined weight.
Kafka lay between them, his body relaxed, his hands behind his head, clearly amused but not quite getting the joke, thinking that both of them were making dumb jokes that only ladies their age would make.
"You two are nuts." He said, his voice warm. "What's so damn funny? I just jumped on the bed, and you're acting like it's the end of the world."
"It's not that, Kafi." Olivia's laughter faded into giggles, her body scooting closer, her arm draping across his chest, seeking his warmth. She then continued, her voice soft, her fingers tracing his chest, "It's just...I don't know, it feels like we're kids again, messing around, laughing at nothing. Haven't felt this silly in years."
"Yeah, Liv's right." Abigaille nodded, her body curling toward Kafka, her hand resting on his stomach, her thighs brushing his side. "Back when we were young, we'd lose it over the dumbest stuff, spilled juice, bad jokes, anything. And this feels like that, like we're young again, just having fun and laughing over the most dumbest of things." Her fingers tapped his abdomen, her body relaxed, a quiet nostalgia settling in her chest.
Their laughter died down, but their bodies stayed close, Olivia's arm across Kafka's chest, Abigaille's legs on top of his, their warmth mingling on the bed as they savoured the love and closeness of their unconventional family...