Chapter 17: Forbidden Glances
I could feel the pressure rising throughout my body, making my temples throb hard. It was still difficult to calm down. I glanced at my hands, which were still trembling slightly on the sheets. I couldn't forget the wonderful sensation they had felt when they sank into the soft, elastic, and warm flesh of Ava's breasts.
"Damn it… what am I doing?" I scolded myself silently, clenching my fists.
I looked over at my sister, who fortunately was still deep in sleep. She hadn't woken up or noticed that her big brother had been groping her large tits. Even though I hadn't meant to, the weight of guilt crushed me. I didn't want her to think I was a pervert, but the image of her naked body refused to leave my mind.
There she was, completely defenseless and uncovered, giving me a full view of her figure. Her firm, milky breasts were what drew my gaze the most, rising and falling gently with every breath.
"Such pretty nipples…" I whispered to myself, trying to look away.
But something stopped me. I noticed her nipples were becoming harder and more erect, perhaps because of the cool morning air filtering into the room. They were fascinating: large, swollen, and a bright pink that stood out violently against her porcelain skin. They had a perfect shape, slightly pointed, with a texture that contrasted with the softness of the rest of her breast.
Without meaning to, my mind drew a line of comparison. In less than a day, I had already seen two pairs of nipples.
Lila's were definitely bigger and heavier, but Ava's… her areolas and nipples were slightly larger in proportion and a much deeper, more vivid pink. It was an obscene comparison that made me feel despicable, but my body was responding with an intensity I couldn't ignore.
—Why am I comparing my sisters' breasts?— I thought in horror, realizing how low I had fallen in just a few hours.
To stop my gaze from continuing to distract me, I took the sheet with trembling fingers. With extreme care not to wake her, I slowly pulled it up to cover her body, hiding that valley of milky temptation.
"Finally…" I sighed in relief once she was covered.
I felt my heart rate beginning to slow, and the morning erection triggered by the sight of Ava gradually subsided.
"I just got here and everything is already so intense…" I thought to myself. I ran a hand over my face, knowing it would be hard to find peace from the moment I stepped into this house.
Slowly, I got out of bed, moving carefully so as not to make any noise. I stood up and walked silently across the room. The wooden floor creaked very softly under my bare feet — a sound that seemed amplified in the silence of dawn. I stepped into the hallway, where the morning light came in faint and grayish through the windows. The sound of wind through the trees and the distant singing of a few birds reached me from outside.
I walked slowly, feeling the cool wood under my bare soles, until I reached the end of the hallway.
I arrived at the kitchen expecting to find someone making coffee, but it was completely empty.
"Is no one up yet?" I wondered, surprised.
Then, I heard soft, rhythmic sounds coming from the living room. I went to see who it was and stopped dead in my tracks, completely stunned by what I saw.
It was a completely unexpected scene. Maya was there, doing stretches as part of her morning exercise routine. She was bent forward in a deep posture, legs spread wide and her torso almost parallel to the floor. Her enormous ass protruded prominently backward; it was round, firm, and astonishingly voluptuous.
She was wearing black workout leggings so tight they clung to her brown skin like a second layer, outlining every curve of her massive cheeks in an almost obscene way. The fabric stretched so much during the movement that the contours of her huge ass were clearly visible, leaving little to the imagination.
What caught my attention the most, however, was her dark gray sports top. Her mature, heavy breasts swayed with every movement, stretching the fabric downward. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, because the bumps of her nipples were clearly outlined through the lycra. The neckline was deep, revealing a generous, dark valley of flesh that made me swallow hard.
My mouth watered at the sight of her stunning body and that monumental ass so well defined. I noticed she hadn't heard me yet, since she was wearing headphones and was focused on her breathing.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I decided not to let her know I was there. I stayed standing, admiring her in that provocative pose for several minutes, devouring with my eyes the firmness of her mature body.
Finally, when she began to straighten up to change positions, she seemed to notice she wasn't alone. Her eyes met mine.
"Ahh!"
She let out a sharp cry of surprise that broke the silence of the house. It was a sound that didn't match her usual mature and calm demeanor at all. She brought a hand to her chest, still breathing heavily from the physical effort.
"Ethan! You scared me," she scolded briefly, though her tone wasn't really angry — just pure surprise.
"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise up my neck after being caught staring. "I didn't mean to bother you. You looked so focused that I didn't want to interrupt."
I tried to use that excuse so I wouldn't seem like a creep, though inside I cursed my own recklessness. I thought she would get mad, but Maya simply took a deep breath, removed her headphones, and put them away with a calm that surprised me. She didn't seem bothered that I had been watching her.
"It's okay… you just startled me a bit. Give me a second to calm down," she said, standing there and breathing deeply. Her body glistened slightly with sweat, making her chest rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm right in front of my eyes.
End of Chapter 17