Switching off the TV, Adrian rose and strode toward the kitchen, casting one last glance behind to make sure no one was around. Satisfied, he smiled and turned toward her chest as he stepped forward.
"Hey, sis," he said.
She paused and turned to face him.
"Hey there...Adrian" she replied, then returned to washing her dishes.
He watched her for a moment, taking a quick glance at her figure before he muttered.
"Do you need help? Just to dry them dishes?"
She hesitated, inwardly thinking, 'Hmm… should I let him?...he acts so casually, like nothing happened last night...or did nothing actually happen? Was that all my sick imagination?...But...but...It felt so damn real.'
After a moment of consideration, she nodded. "Umm... sure, you can."
Adrian smiled, inwardly thinking, 'Alright.' She stepped forward and stretched out her hand. "Hand me the dishes."
She complied, passing him a dish she had just washed—the very one he had been working on. Adrian thought, 'I need a good excuse to experiment… to activate the skill. But what exactly should I use?'
He paused. 'I can't just use anything… maybe I'll keep it subtle.'
Each time he took a plate from her, he noticed how close their hands came. 'What if I just try the skill now? I want to see how effective it is… how little contact I need to trigger the pleasure.'
He muttered inwardly, 'Submit …'
At that moment, a system notification appeared:
[Ding!]
[Activation phrase has been used.]
[Skill is now in use.]
Ruby stretched out another plate. Adrian offered a polite, innocent smile as he reached for it, his fingers brushing hers gently.
There wasn't… anything unusual. But he noticed her subtle shrug as she stepped back and said, "Um, are you okay?"
"Um, yeah… I think so," she replied.
'No more… nothing like the others before,' he thought. 'Should I take the next step?'
"Mmm… you sure...you've been acting kinda weird...like..."
Ruby stopped and turned toward him.
"Like… what?"
She hesitated, thinking, 'Is he really asking me that? He's acting so normal, considering what happened last night.'
She shook her head and muttered. "Yeah… I'm fine, bro."
"What… Why would you think I'm not?" she added.
Adrian said, "Well… I mean, for starters, you haven't even tried to touch me. Ever since I came back, you didn't talk to me much, and you've seemed like… like you're avoiding me."
"I'm not avoiding you." she replied.
Adrian let out a light chuckle, making it sound more casual.
"You are… you are. I just don't know why. I'm just worried about my sister… you know?" Adrian replied.
"No, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. And… don't worry. I can actually touch you," she said.
"All right, then… do it." Adrian replied.
"What? Do what?" she asked.
"Touch me," he said.
"That sounds so weird… in so many contexts." she muttered.
They both laughed softly.
'Okay… okay, so you want me to touch you?' she thought. She gently poked his chest.
"Poke." she said. "There… I touched it."
Adrian laughed once more, although Adrian's laugh was more of slightly forced, and then he smiled at her.
"Okay… so what about I touch you?" he asked.
"What?" She replied.
"Since you just touched me, how about I touch you back… just to prove that you don't have a problem?" he suggested.
"...Mmm...where would you want to touch me?" She asked all so curiously.
And then Adrian smiled.
'Perfect,' he thought inwardly, a sly, almost malicious grin forming. 'Exactly the moment I wanted.'
He stretched out his hand, and he reached for it.
"Same place you touched me… my chest, of course." he muttered.
But his hand didn't go there. Instead, he moved and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, feeling the soft weight of her plush flesh pressing against his palm. Without wasting another moment, he gave it a greedy squeeze.
Instantly, the skill took effect. She felt it—an undeniable surge—and her face flushed crimson. Her eyes widened as he pressed and squeezed her breasts.
Her mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping. One of her hands slipped from the plate she had been holding, which clattered into the sink she had been washing at.
Taking this as a sign, he continued to fondle her plush breasts as though they were not the massive mounds they were.
'How soft… how full…' he thought, reveling in the weight in his hand. Even through the thin barrier of her bra, he could feel every curve and contour of her massive breasts.
Her breasts… they were impossibly big, far bigger than his already huge, muscular hands which somehow only managed to overwhelm her.
She froze, caught between shock and the burning desire which burnt between her legs…
"Huh? You haven't answered me." he said, his voice low and probing.
Her cheeks burned bright red, her mouth slightly parted as she could only manage to whispere. "Um… Ohh...um… Adrian… what… what… are you doing?"
Adrian stepped closer, pressing into her soft welcoming body, his hands cupping her supple breasts firmly. "I just want to touch you, just like you did to me. Is that so wrong?"
As he drew nearer, his other hand moved, sliding down to cup her full, round ass. His fingers pressed against her flesh, lingering, as his eyes locked with hers. She stared back, a mix of hesitation and desire, murmuring,
"Ah… Adrian…we shoul-"
"Answer me." he demanded softly, but firmly.
Then, suddenly, Adrian released his grip on her ass—and a sharp, loud moan tore from her lips.
"Oh…" she gasped, her body betraying her voice as she could feel her legs already begin to tremble, along with the familiar burn of her love juices surging within her already soaked pussy.
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