I pushed open the front door, the cold from the snow still clinging to my jacket as I stepped inside, kicking off my boots on the mat so I wouldn't track slush all over the floor. The scene from Max's room kept replaying in my head like a loop I couldn't shut off with her maid Maria on her knees with her ass high, cum dripping slow down her thighs, the way she moaned around Ethan's cock while Max pushed into her from behind.
My dick had finally calmed down a little during the walk home, the biting wind helping to distract me, but the ache was still there underneath, making me shift uncomfortably as I hung up my jacket.
Right away I noticed a pair of unfamiliar heels by the door. They sleek black ones with a little strap, not Mom's or Bella's style at all. I frowned, staring at them for a second, wondering who could be here since nobody mentioned guests coming over today.
The house felt quiet, no music or chatter from the kitchen. I shrugged it off and headed straight for the stairs to my room, figuring I'd hide out and deal with my thoughts alone.
But as I passed the living room, I saw someone sitting on the couch from behind. She had long shoulder-length dark brown hair that fell straight and shiny, catching the light from the window. She turned her head at the sound of my footsteps, and there was that graceful smile I knew so well.
It was Sofia, my eldest sister.
"Sofia?" I said, a grin breaking out on my face as I walked toward her, happy to see her after what felt like forever. "When did you get here? I didn't know you were coming over."
She put a finger to her lips quick, shushing me with wide eyes. I clamped my mouth shut right away, realizing I might have been too loud. Then I noticed the little head resting on her lap from behind the couch backrest. It was her son, fast asleep with his tiny fist curled up.
Sofia mouthed "sorry" and carefully stood up, cradling the baby in her arms. My eyes dropped without meaning to, straight to her chest. Her tits were massive, easily matching Mom's F-cups, but what hit me hardest was how one breast was hanging out completely from the top of her white tank top with thin string shoulders. It looked full and a little saggy, probably because she was a lactating mother, the pink nipple stiff and shiny with a thin trail of breast milk leaking down the curve. The other breast was pushed up awkwardly in the tank, the fabric stretched so tight it showed half her areola peeking out dark against her fair skin.
She whispered, "I'm just putting him down for a nap. I'll be right back," and headed upstairs, her hips swaying gently with each step.
I swallowed hard, my cock starting to throb again just from that quick glimpse. The thought of her milk, how it would taste warm and sweet on my tongue, made my mouth go dry. I sat down on the couch to wait, trying to breathe steady and ignore the growing tent in my pants.
It wasn't long before Sofia came back down, her tits bouncing softly with every step, drawing my eyes right back to them. She'd thrown on a light blue sweater over her tank top, but it was unbuttoned all the way, doing nothing to hide the two wet spots on the white fabric where her nipples poked through, probably from the milk leaking.
Down below she had on a knee-length form-fitting skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin, clinging to her wide hips and round ass that jiggled just a little as she moved.
Sofia had always been pretty, but after getting married two years ago and having the baby, she'd changed in ways that made her look even more like Mom. Her fuller figure, those massive tits spilling out of everything she wore, and an ass that curved out perfectly, soft and firm at the same time, making her walk with that natural sway that drove guys crazy.
She visited once or twice a month, always bringing that sweet, caring vibe that made me feel like I was still her little brother she needed to protect.
She sat down right next to me on the couch, close enough that I could smell her light perfume mixed with something warmer, like milk and skin. Her eyes flicked down to my lap, spotting the obvious bulge in my sweatpants, and she covered her mouth with one hand, a soft giggle escaping.
"Oh my, Robbie." she whispered, her voice all gentle and teasing like always. "Did you get hard just from seeing your big sister's breasts? That's so cute."
I felt my face burn hot, and I looked away quick, ashamed that she'd noticed so easily. Sofia was always the sweet one in the family, the type who talked softly and cared about every little thing, asking how school was going or if I needed help with anything, hugging me tight whenever she visited. She never got mad like Bella or babied me quite like Mom. She just made me feel safe and wanted, with that warm smile and those kind eyes that saw right through me.
But now she leaned in a little, her sweater falling open more to show the wet spots on her tank growing bigger. "Do you like them that much? My breasts, I mean. It's okay if you do, you're growing up, after all."
I couldn't help glancing back at her tits, so close now that I could see the faint veins under the skin and how the fabric clung wet to her stiff nipples. It only made my bulge throb harder, straining against my pants like it had a mind of its own. Sofia noticed and laughed softly again, grabbing the back of my head gently with one hand.
"You're still so shy, Robbie, you haven't changed a bit." she said, pulling me toward her chest before I could react. "Come here, I missed my baby brother so much."
I was surprised, my face suddenly buried right between her massive tits, the softness enveloping me completely. They felt warm and heavy against my cheeks, the wet tank top brushing my nose with that milky scent, so inviting and forbidden at the same time. My heart raced, and I could feel her heartbeat through the fabric, steady and comforting, while my cock twitched painfully hard in my pants. It was like being hugged by pure temptation, her curves pressing in from both sides, making me dizzy with how good it felt.
Sofia wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me closer. "There, that's better. I missed holding you like this."
I couldn't control myself anymore—the feel of her tits so soft and full against my face was too much. My hands moved on their own, reaching up to grab them from the sides, squeezing gently through the tank top. They overflowed my palms, a little milk seeping through the fabric onto my fingers.
Sofia let out a soft gasp, her body tensing for a second. "Oh… Robbie, you've gotten naughty now, haven't you? Grabbing your sister's breasts like that."
But she didn't pull away, and that only made me press harder, feeling the weight shift in my hands, her nipples hardening even more against my palms. Sofia loosened her hold on my head, looking down at me with those kind eyes, a hint of something playful in them.
"If you want to drink it, you can," she whispered, her voice sweet and inviting. "Do you want to taste your big sister's milk?"
My throat went tight, but I nodded quick, whispering back, "Yeah… I want to."
She smiled wider, reaching down to pull up her tank top slowly. Her massive tits spilled out free, hanging heavy and full, with just a touch of sag from their weight that made them look even more real and tempting. They jiggled softly as they settled, a few drops of milk beading on her pink nipples and trickling down the curves. The areolas were wide and dark, puffed up from lactating, and the whole sight made my mouth water.
"Come here, then" she said, opening her arms and guiding me closer.
I leaned in, taking one stiff nipple into my mouth eagerly. The milk flowed warm and sweet right away, flooding my tongue with that creamy taste, richer than I'd imagined. I sucked gently at first, feeling her breast yield under my lips, more milk squirting out in little spurts as I swallowed. Sofia moaned softly above me, her hand stroking the back of my head.
"Mmm… that's good, Robbie… drink as much as you want," she whispered, her voice breathy now. "It feels so nice having you like this."
I sucked harder, my free hand cupping the other tit and squeezing, milk leaking between my fingers as I kneaded the soft flesh. Her nipple hardened more in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around it, tasting every drop, the warmth spreading through me while my cock throbbed painfully against my pants. Sofia arched her back a little, pressing her breast deeper into my face, her skirt riding up her thighs from how she shifted.
"Oh… yes, just like that… you're making me feel all tingly." she murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I switched to the other nipple, latching on and drinking greedily, the milk flowing faster now, dripping down my chin as I couldn't swallow it all. Her tits felt endless, so full and heavy, jiggling slightly with every pull of my mouth. The wet sounds of my sucking filled the quiet room, mixed with her soft gasps, and I lost myself in it, forgetting everything else.
To be continued…
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