I stood at the front door with the bag slung over my shoulder, heart still racing from everything I had just witnessed through that window.
My finger hovered over the doorbell for a second before I pressed it. The soft chime echoed inside. I waited, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, knowing full well I had probably interrupted them right in the middle of their lovemaking.
The image of Sofia's body rocking under Simon kept flashing in my mind — her heavy breasts bouncing, milk leaking, her face lost in pleasure. I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away.
A few moments later, the door opened.
Sofia stood there, glowing and flushed in a way that made my breath catch. Her long black hair was slightly messy, strands sticking to her damp forehead and neck. A light sheen of sweat covered her snow-white skin, giving it a soft, dewy glow that made her look even more beautiful and tempting.
She wore a simple, tight sundress that clung to her body like a second skin, the thin orange fabric stretched tightly across her massive, milk-heavy breasts. The outline of her dark, stiff nipples poked clearly through the material, two protruded points that drew my eyes instantly.
A noticeable wet spot had formed on the front of the dress right over her breasts, the fabric slightly translucent where her milk had leaked through during their intense session. The hem of the dress was a little crooked, one strap slipping off her smooth shoulder, and the skirt looked hastily pulled down, hinting that she had thrown it on in a rush right after being fucked.
Her cheeks were still rosy, lips slightly swollen, and there was a dreamy, satisfied softness in her eyes that screamed she had just been thoroughly loved. Even the way she stood, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other smoothing down her dress carried that post-orgasm glow, her thick thighs pressing together slightly as if trying to contain the warmth still lingering between them.
"Robbie!" Sofia's face lit up with genuine warmth the moment she saw me. Her voice was soft and affectionate, the same gentle tone she had always used with me since I was little. "You came! I wasn't expecting you so soon."
"Hey, Sofia. I brought the things you asked for." I tried to keep my voice steady. I lifted the bag slightly to show her.
"Oh, thank you so much, Robbie," she said, stepping forward and pulling me into a quick, warm hug. Her massive breasts pressed softly against my chest for a moment, still warm and slightly damp from the milk leaking through her dress. The sweet, milky scent of her body mixed with the faint musk of sex made my head spin.
"You're such a good brother. Come inside for a bit. You must be tired after carrying that all the way here."
I hesitated, shifting the bag on my shoulder. "It's okay, I should probably head back. I don't want to intrude."
"Nonsense. You're family. Come in, just for a few minutes. I'll get you something cold to drink." Sofia shook her head, smiling gently as she took my arm.
Her touch was caring and insistent, the same motherly warmth she had always shown me, even now when she was clearly fresh from being fucked by her husband.
Before I could protest again, she gently pulled me inside. The house smelled faintly of her perfume and something warmer, more intimate.
We had barely stepped into the living room when Simon appeared from the hallway, looking relaxed but still radiating that strong, solid presence. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. He gave me a friendly nod.
"Robbie, good to see you, man," Simon said, his voice deep and warm as he clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Thanks for bringing the stuff over. Your sister can be clumsy sometime."
"I didn't forget that on purpose," she pouted, her lower lip pushing out in that familiar, adorable way that always made her look both innocent and dangerously tempting at the same time.
"He's such a helpful brother. Robbie, sit down. I'll get you some juice." She moved toward the kitchen with that graceful, slightly careful walk of a woman whose body had just been thoroughly used, her sundress still clinging to her curves and the wet spot on her chest slowly spreading.
I sat on the couch awkwardly, the bag at my feet. Simon settled into the armchair across from me, leaning back casually. "So, how's everything at home? Your mom and Bella doing okay?"
"Yeah… they're fine," I muttered, trying not to think about Mom with Max or Bella's games earlier. My eyes kept drifting back to Sofia as she returned with a glass of cold juice, her heavy breasts swaying noticeably under the thin dress, the wet patch from her milk making the fabric stick even more transparently to one nipple.
"Here you go, sweetie," she said softly, handing me the glass and sitting down right beside me on the couch. Her thigh pressed warmly against mine as she leaned in, the sweet scent of her skin and the faint trace of sex still clinging to her making my cock twitch again. "You look a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
I forced a smile. "Yeah… I'm fine. Just tired from the trip."
Simon chuckled deeply. "Well, stay as long as you want. Family is always welcome here."
Simon watched us with a small, satisfied smile, his eyes flicking between his wife and me. "She's been missing you guys. Why don't you come her often?"
Sofia laughed softly, placing a gentle hand on my knee in that caring, motherly way of hers. "It's true. Come visit more often, Robbie."
To be continued...
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