I kept my mouth latched on Sofia's nipple, sucking steadily, and the milk just kept coming—warm, thick, and sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted in my life. It was the tastiest thing, creamy and rich that made me groan softly against her skin.
I got so lost in it, the world narrowed down to the heavy weight of her breast in my hand, the way it yielded under my fingers, and the steady flow filling my mouth faster than I could swallow.
Some leaked past my lips, trickling down my chin in warm streaks, dripping onto my shirt, but I didn't care. I switched to the other nipple without thinking, latching on harder, and more milk squirted out in long, forceful streams that hit the back of my throat.
'oh… ooh…" Sofia's moans started soft, little. Her hand still stroking my hair like she was encouraging me even as her breathing got quicker.
Her tits felt impossibly heavy in my palms, full and soft, and every time I pressed even a little the milk would come rushing out, soaking my fingers and making wet sounds with every pull of my mouth. I forgot we were still on the living room couch, that the front door wasn't even locked. All I could think about was the taste, the warmth, the way her nipple hardened more against my tongue as I swirled around it, drawing out every last drop.
Sofia's moans grew louder, breathier.
"Robbie… oh… stop for a second…" she whispered, but her voice shook like she didn't really mean it. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just a bit, and when I didn't let go she pushed back gently on my shoulders. I finally came off her nipple with a wet pop, milk still beading on the tip and a thin line connecting my lip to it for a second before it broke.
She looked down at me, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded but smiling that sweet Sofia smile.
"So greedy." she said softly, pinching my cheek lightly between her fingers.
The pinch stung a little, enough to make me wince, and she laughed under her breath. "Leave some for the baby, okay? You almost drained me dry."
"Sorry…" I mumbled, face burning as I wiped my chin with the back of my hand. Milk smeared across my skin, sticky and warm.
Sofia just shook her head, still smiling, and started fixing her clothes. She pulled the tank top back down slowly, tucking her breasts in one at a time. As she adjusted the second one, her hand accidentally squeezed too hard and a thin stream of milk shot out, arcing right across my chest and landing in little wet spots on my shirt.
She froze for a second, then burst into quiet laughter, covering her mouth.
"Oops" she said, eyes sparkling. "Look what you made me do."
I looked down at the damp patches, my cock still throbbing painfully in my pants, and could only manage a weak laugh. Sofia buttoned her sweater halfway, just enough to cover the wet spots on the tank, though the outline of her nipples was still clear through everything.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I asked, voice still rough. "I missed you so much."
"I wanted to surprise you my sweet baby brother. Mom called yesterday and said she was throwing this big New Year's party. She asked if I could come early, help with a few things, maybe stay over so the baby could sleep in a familiar place. I figured it would be nice to see everyone before the party starts."
I nodded, trying to focus on her words instead of the way her breasts still shifted under the sweater with every breath. "Yeah… Mom's been talking about it nonstop. Invited Chloe's family too. And some of my friends."
Sofia raised an eyebrow, that knowing big-sister look. "Chloe, huh? You still have that little crush on her?"
"It's... real" I muttered. My face heated up again.
She laughed softly and reached over to ruffle my hair like she always did when we were kids. "I'm teasing. It's sweet. You've liked her forever. Are you finally going to tell her tomorrow?"
"I… maybe. I got her a necklace. Been carrying the idea around for weeks."
"That's perfect," Sofia said, her voice warm. "New Year's is a good time for new beginnings. Just be yourself, Robbie. She's always liked you back, I can tell when I see you two together."
We talked a little more—about her husband being away for work again and might come on the eve, how the baby was sleeping better now, how she missed the old days when it was just the four of us running around the house. It felt good, normal, even with the sticky milk drying on my shirt and the ache between my legs that wouldn't go away.
Then a small cry came from upstairs, her baby waking up. Sofia sighed and stood. "Duty calls. I'll be back down in a bit, maybe we can help Mom with some party stuff later."
She leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and quick, before heading upstairs. I watched her go, the sway of her hips in that tight skirt, and sat there for a minute trying to catch my breath.
Eventually I pushed myself up and went to my room, closing the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, pulled out my phone, and stared at the screen. I opened the photo gallery and scrolled to one from last summer.
It was the hiking trip up in the mountains. There we were: me, Mom, Chloe, and Chloe's mom, all sitting on a big log in the middle of a pine forest, sunlight filtering through the trees.
Chloe's mom, Mrs. Amber was also my mom Elena's friend, always dragging everyone on these outdoor trips. She was fit, tanned from all the hiking, with copper-colored hair and a laugh that carried across the trail.
In the picture she wore a tight green tank top that showed off her toned arms and the swell of her F-cups, paired with khaki shorts that hugged her hips and left her long legs bare.
Mom was next to her in a loose white crop top that rode up whenever she moved, flashing her flat stomach, and tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass.
Chloe sat between them, smiling shyly at the camera in a light blue sports bra that clung to her big E-cup perky breasts and high-waisted hiking leggings that showed every curve of her thighs and butt. I remembered how the fabric stretched when she bent to tie her shoe. Just thinking about Chloe in that outfit made my cock twitch back to life.
I cursed under my breath, "Come on, not again" but it was useless.
I groaned and shoved my pants down just enough, wrapping my hand around myself. It didn't take long, stroking fast, picturing her bending over in those leggings, imagining her turning around and smiling at me the way Sofia had earlier. I came hard, thick ropes landing across the phone screen right on the picture, splattering over Chloe's smiling face and Mom's crop top.
I stared at it for a second, breathing heavy, then panicked. I grabbed tissues from the nightstand and wiped everything clean as fast as I could, heart hammering like someone might burst in any second. When the screen was spotless again, I set the phone down and stood up, legs shaky.
Chloe's house was right next door. Her bedroom window faced mine across the narrow side yard. We used to flash lights at each other as kids, or hold up signs.
Sometimes, late at night, I'd catch glimpses of her: studying at her desk in a loose T-shirt, or lying on her bed in nightwear, the fabric riding up her thighs. If I got really lucky, I'd see her changing, silhouette through the curtains, the outline of her bra as she reached back to unhook it, or the curve of her ass when she bent to pull on shorts. It was never clear, never enough, but it was more than my brain could handle.
I walked over to the window, hand still trembling a little from what I'd just done. The curtains were half-open on my side. If I pushed the window up just a crack… maybe I'd catch her right now, doing something. My pulse raced at the thought.
To be continued…
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