I took a slow sip of the cold juice, trying to calm my racing thoughts, but my eyes kept betraying me.
They wandered helplessly to Sofia sitting right beside me on the couch. The low neckline of her thin sundress had slipped even lower, revealing a deep, inviting valley of soft, creamy cleavage. Her massive breasts strained against the fabric, the heavy, rounded globes rising and falling gently with each breath she took.
The wet spot over one nipple had grown slightly, the thin material clinging transparently to the dark outline beneath. She looked so warm and soft, like fresh bread just pulled from the oven, her body still carrying that faint, sweet milky scent mixed with the lingering trace of her recent lovemaking.
Simon's phone suddenly rang, breaking the quiet moment. He answered it with a quick smile, speaking in low tones for a few seconds before ending the call and standing up.
"Sorry, Robbie, I have to step out for a bit," he said, already reaching for his keys. "Some urgent work came up at the site. I'll try not to be too long."
Sofia stood up as well, walking over to him with that graceful, caring sway in her hips. She placed a gentle hand on his broad chest and looked up at him lovingly. "Be safe, okay? Don't push yourself too hard. We'll wait for you for dinner."
Simon leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a deep, lingering kiss full of quiet affection. His hand rested possessively on her waist for a moment before he pulled back with a warm smile. "I'll bring steak for dinner. Love you."
"Love you too," Sofia whispered back, her voice soft and genuine.
I quickly turned my head away, pretending to study the glass in my hand, but I couldn't resist a side glance. The sight of my own sister kissing made my face burn. I downed the rest of the juice in one nervous gulp, the cold liquid doing little to cool the heat rising inside me.
Simon looked over at me. "Rob, you're staying the night, right?"
"Wha… no, I—" I started, but Sofia cut me off immediately, turning toward me with a bright, insistent smile.
"Of course he's staying the night," she declared, leaving no room for argument. "It's already getting late, and I haven't seen my little brother in so long. Right, Robbie?"
I tried to mutter some excuse, but Sofia's warm, motherly gaze made it impossible to refuse. Simon gave me a friendly nod and headed out, the door clicking shut behind him. The house suddenly felt quieter.
Sofia walked back to me, a different kind of smile blooming on her flushed face — softer, almost playful. She sat down right beside me again, then suddenly threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around me in a big, affectionate hug.
"Robbie, my sweet baby brother," she cooed, rubbing her cheek against mine like an affectionate cat.
Her mature, heavy body pressed fully against me, those massive, soft breasts squishing warmly into my chest like two oversized, yielding cushions of warm flesh. The thin sundress did almost nothing to hide their weight and softness. I could feel the faint dampness from her leaking milk seeping through the fabric onto my shirt. "I'm so happy you finally came to my house at so long."
The sudden closeness overwhelmed me. Her body was so warm, so plush, the sweet milky scent of her skin filling my senses as she nuzzled closer. I ended up sprawled on my back on the couch with her lying on top of me, her thick thighs straddling one of my legs.
She pulled back slightly, looking down at me with those gentle, sparkling eyes. Her massive breasts hung heavily above me, swaying gently with her movement, the deep cleavage drawing my gaze like magnets. The wet spots on her dress had grown, making the fabric stick transparently to her dark nipples.
Sofia noticed exactly where I was staring. A teasing little smile curved her lips.
"Robbie… are you hungry?" she asked, her voice dropping into a sultry, playful tone with just a hint of mischief.
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry as memories of her milk week ago flooded back, that warm, sweet taste I had secretly craved ever since. "Sofia… I…"
Without another word, she hooked a finger into the neckline of her sundress and slowly pulled it down, stretching the fabric and giving me a generous, deliberate peek at her deep, milky cleavage. The soft, heavy globes nearly spilled out completely, pale skin glowing.
My hands moved almost on their own. I reached up and cupped both of her massive breasts through the thin dress, feeling their incredible weight and softness fill my palms. They were so full, so warm, like two ripe, overflowing melons ready to burst. I squeezed gently at first, then more firmly, kneading the plush flesh as Sofia let out a soft, pleased sigh.
"Ooh… Robbie, you naughty little brother," she whispered, her voice husky with affection and growing arousal. She arched her back slightly, pressing more of her chest into my hands. "You've always loved my boobs, haven't you?"
I couldn't stop. My fingers sank deeper into the soft, yielding mounds, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples through the fabric. Milk began to leak more freely, soaking the dress and my hands in warm, sweet droplets. Sofia's breathing grew heavier, her hips shifting restlessly against my thigh as she enjoyed my touch.
Then she leaned down further, lowering her entire chest until her massive breasts pressed fully against my face, burying me in soft, warm, milky flesh. The heavy orbs smothered me completely, the sweet scent overwhelming as I instinctively opened my mouth, sucking gently on one leaking nipple through the wet fabric. Sofia moaned softly, one hand cradling the back of my head, holding me there lovingly.
"That's it… drink if you want," she murmured tenderly, rocking her chest gently against my face.
I groped and kneaded desperately, my hands sinking into the overflowing softness while my mouth worked on her nipple. Milk leaked steadily, warm and sweet, as Sofia sighed with pleasure above me, her body responding to every touch.
She pulled back after a long moment, face flushed deep red, eyes hazy with affection and desire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed the upper edge of her dress and yanked it down roughly, finally freeing her round, heavy globes completely. They bounced out with elastic energy, swaying heavily in front of my face, nipples dark and dripping.
But just as I leaned forward to take one stiff peak into my mouth, a sudden loud cry of a baby burst from the end of the hallway.
Sofia's eyes widened.
"Baby!" she gasped. She quickly covered her breasts with both hands and stood up, hurrying toward the nursery without even bothering to pull her dress back up. Her bare, massive tits bounced frantically with every step, milk still leaking as she ran.
"Wow… what great timing," I muttered sarcastically to myself, sitting back on the couch, chest heaving, cock painfully hard, and mind spinning from everything that had just happened.
To be continued...
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