Chapter 21: On the Edge of Limits (R18 Soft)
Ava let out a small, choked gasp that was lost in the constant hiss of the water. The initial contact of my palms against her skin made her shudder violently, a reaction that ran down her spine and pierced through her entirely. I felt her body tense for a second under my hands, only to relax and mold itself with sinful docility against my touch.
"God… they're too soft," I thought, feeling unable to pull my hands away. The flesh yielded under my fingers with astonishing elasticity, as if it were made of hot cream. No matter how much I massaged to try spreading the soap evenly, the volume of her breasts always ended up overflowing the sides of my hands. They were heavy, warm, and absurdly full — a mass of softness that contrasted with the hardness of my palms, roughened by years of training.
What made me swallow hardest was feeling the constant brush of her large nipples right in the center of my hands. They were rough, erect, and hot, rubbing against my skin with every circular movement. The friction of the foam and water made them even more sensitive, and I couldn't help but close my fingers with possessive firmness, squeezing that soft flesh to feel its true density.
"Hmm…" I heard her moan, a low, vibrant sound.
At that moment, Ava let all her weight fall backward, seeking full contact. Her naked, wet back pressed completely against my torso, creating a seal of heat between us. Because of my height, the back of her neck was right at the level of my chest, and my erection, trapped with no escape, pressed with brute force right into the deep curve of her enormous ass. I had to clench my teeth and tense every muscle in my jaw to keep from groaning at the pleasure of feeling the firmness of her cheeks against my throbbing cock.
"Do you like your little sister's tits that much?" she asked in a whisper, turning her face just slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and her gaze was clouded with desire that challenged any trace of the innocence she usually pretended.
"Ava… stop," I scolded her with a voice that sounded more like a hoarse plea than a real order.
She, far from obeying, responded by moving her hips in a slow, deliberate, and deep circle. She rubbed herself against my cock with a boldness that blurred my vision, deliberately seeking friction against my most sensitive part. The pleasure hit me like an electric whip, overwhelming me completely. A primitive part of my mind simply wanted to lose control and claim what was in front of me.
"Stop," I ordered again, although my hands showed no sign of wanting to release her.
My pride and my need for control screamed that I couldn't let her dictate the pace. If I kept allowing her to take the initiative, I would lose control in seconds. With a decisive movement, I slid both hands under the base of her breasts and lifted them, feeling their real weight. They were dense, soft, and firm at the same time. I squeezed them hard, kneading the flesh and molding it between my long fingers, making it clear who was in charge at that moment.
Ava started breathing erratically, letting out sharp, broken little whimpers every time my thumbs passed, almost by accident, near her swollen tips.
"Big brother…" she whispered, bringing a trembling hand to her lips to muffle her voice. The fear of being discovered outside the bathroom only seemed to increase the intensity of what we felt.
"You're the one who sneaked in here," I whispered in her ear, my voice much darker and deeper. "You've been provoking me since I set foot in this house… now deal with the consequences."
"I'll make sure they get really clean," I added, while separating my hands a little to let her breasts fall freely.
I stayed hypnotized watching them bounce with lewd heaviness under the stream of water. I did it again and again, fascinated by the rhythmic movement of her body. She hid her face against her own shoulder, emitting moans of pure shame that were like music to my ears.
"You didn't have anything there before," I murmured, vaguely remembering how she used to be. "And look at you now… so full… so heavy I can barely wrap my hands around them."
I felt her nipples completely swollen and stiff, pointing upward as if desperately seeking my attention.
"You're forgetting one spot…" I heard her whisper almost breathlessly, with a vulnerability that set me on fire inside.
She didn't need to say anything else. My eyes dropped directly to those two pink, erect tips protruding through the white foam. Without thinking, I slid my fingers until they completely surrounded them. They felt thick, hot, and surprisingly hard under my touch. I pinched them gently at first, watching how she shuddered, then increased the intensity, tugging them lightly outward.
"Ahh!" Ava arched her back violently backward, pressing her ass harder against my erection. She covered her mouth with both hands, but the moan of pleasure still escaped.
"They're very sensitive, aren't they?" I asked, enjoying her reaction as I rolled the tips between my fingers, squeezing and stretching them carefully. I was so aroused that, unconsciously, I started moving my hips, rubbing my huge shaft against the division of her thick ass cheeks.
She nodded frantically, her eyes watery and her knees trembling so much it looked like she was going to collapse at any moment. The steam, the scent of soap, and the heat of her skin created a bubble where nothing else mattered.
However, just when the tension was at its highest point and my hands were sliding lower, a sharp, authoritative knock resounded on the wooden door.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The crash was like a bucket of ice water that left us frozen in the middle of the shower, our hearts about to burst out of our chests.
End of Chapter 21