Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. I woke up to the sound of soft snores beside me, Lucy's body curled up against mine. I looked down at her, her face peaceful in sleep, her small breasts rising and falling with each breath. A pang of guilt hit me, a sharp reminder of the thoughts that had consumed me the day before. I pushed them away, focusing on the present, on Lucy.
I carefully extracted myself from her embrace, not wanting to wake her. I needed some time alone, some time to sort through the mess of emotions that were swirling inside me. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then made my way downstairs.
The house was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock in the hallway. I headed for the kitchen, needing a cup of coffee to clear my head. As I filled the kettle, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Maria, dressed in nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her ass. Her long blonde hair was tousled, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Morning," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, the robe gaping open to reveal a flash of her large breasts.
"Morning," I replied, my voice tight.
I turned back to the kettle, trying to ignore the sight of Maria's nearly naked body. But it was impossible. I could see her reflection in the window, her long legs, her round ass, her large breasts straining against the thin fabric of her robe. I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans, a traitorous reaction that I couldn't control.
Maria seemed to notice my discomfort, a small smile playing on her lips. She walked over to the counter, her hips swaying with each step. She reached around me to grab a mug from the cabinet, her breasts pressing against my arm. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin.
I knew I should move, should put some distance between us, but I was frozen in place. Maria turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You're tense," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You need to relax."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
She smirked, her eyes never leaving mine. "Who said anything about doing anything?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
"don't worry big brother, im not into shorter guys" she teased. "Im just saying, you look like you need to let loose a little."
She traced the line of my jaw with her fingertips, her touch sending shockwaves of desire through my body. I could feel my cock twitching in my jeans, betraying my thoughts. I knew I should push her away, tell her to put some damn clothes on, but my body was traitor, craving her touch.
Maria's eyes flicked to the kitchen counter, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You know what I think would help you relax?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "A nice, hot cup of...
coffee?"
"they say that perfect breasts size is as a wine cup. Do you think lucy has enough yo fill one? " she asks, holding her hand in the shape of a cup and looking down at her own chest. "Or maybe a few; she giggles.
I'm fucking speechless, my cock throbbing in my pants, imagining Lucy's small tits compared to Maria's enormous ones. I can't help it, my gaze flicks down to Maria's chest, her nipples clearly visible through the thin robe.
"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" I growl, my voice hoarse with desire.
Maria just smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"I'm just stating facts, big brother," she purrs. "You can't blame me for having perfect tits."
She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to grab my cock through my jeans. I hiss, my body jerking at her touch. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire. "You want to see how much better I am than your little girlfriend?" she asks.
She grabbed the biggest coffee cup and hold it on one of her breasts. The cups seems ridicously small in comparison to her enormous tits. She looks down at her own chest, laughing. "I guess Lucy and I are two different species."
I couldn't help but laugh, despite the raging hard-on pressing against my jeans. "You're fucking insane, you know that?"
Maria just smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you love it." She leaned against it, her legs slightly apart, giving me a perfect view of her pussy through the gap in her robe.
suddenly, lucy apoears in the kitchen dressed in pijamas. She looked like a young girls despite of her 28 years.
She was a very innocent girls, and was shocked seeing her sister's nearly naked body and my huge erection.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Lucy demanded, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal.
Maria just laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Hi old sister, we were about to have breakfast"
she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lucy looked furious, her face turning red with anger. "I can see that," she snapped, her eyes flicking between me and Maria. "I should have know better than to trust you two alone together."
Maria just smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh come on, sis. It's not like we were doing anything, were we?" she asked, her voice innocent.
I looked at Lucy, my heart pounding in my chest. I opened my mouth to say something, to explain, but no words came out. I was frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak.
"maria, you are just about 19yo, leave the grown ups alone" i said looking confident and winking to lucy
, trying to ease the tension.
Maria laughed, a sound that was both sultry and taunting. "Grown ups? You two are acting like a couple of hormonal teenagers," she said, her eyes flicking between Lucy and me. She sauntered towards Lucy, her hips swaying with each step. She stopped in front of her, her face mere inches from Lucy's. "You know, Lucy, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like him," she said, her voice low and husky. "Someone who knows what they're doing."
Lucy's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"What the fuck did you just say?" she hissed, her voice shaking with anger. "I said, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like him. Someone who knows what they're doing. Someone who can make me feel... things." She leaned in closer to Lucy, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Things that you can't."
I could see the anger in Lucy's eyes, but I could also see the uncertainty, the doubt. I knew that Maria was playing with her, pushing her buttons, trying to get a reaction.
But I also knew that Lucy was fragile, insecure, and Maria's words were like a dagger to her heart. I couldn't stand by and watch this happen. I had to do something, say something to stop this madness. But before I could open my mouth, Lucy spoke.
"You're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're right, Maria. I can't make you feel things like he can. I'm not as... experienced as you are."
Maria smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Exactly, sis. You've been with him for what, five years now?
maria took a grape and a watermellon and put them together on the table. Then she loked at me and said: "one its me, and the other its lucy". Then she leave the room calmly, showing her thonge and his pefect figure.
I was still standing in the same spot as she left. Lucy was still in shock, her eyes wide with surprise and betrayal. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, but she was fighting them back, her jaw set in a tight line.
I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to say something, do something to make this right. But I was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. I could feel the weight of Maria's words hanging in the air, a thick, heavy tension that seemed to choke me.
Lucy was the first to break the silence. "Why?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
i was staring at the fruits at the table. The grape and lucys tits match in size, as well as the watermellon to maria's breast. I was sperchless , mistakely comparing my girlfriend to my girlfriend sister.
"If you are so insecure about your size, then why don't you let me show you how much you don't need big tits to please a man?" I asked, my voice low and husky.
Lucy looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "You would do that? For me?"
I nodded, stepping closer to her. "I want to make you feel good, Lucy.
I could feel her small breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her pajamas. I groaned into her mouth, my cock throbbing with desire.
"Fuck, Lucy," I murmured against her lips.
She moaned in response, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips, could hear her blood rushing in her ears.
I reached for the hem of her pajama top, slowly pulling it up.
During that sex, Lucy tried to tittyfucking me. Despite her beauty, it was pathetic. Her small breasts werent enough.
They were barely a handful, her nipples hard and pink, but not nearly as large as Maria's. I could see the doubt in her eyes, the insecurity. I wanted to erase it, to make her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
I pushed her gently onto the kitchen table, the remnants of breakfast scattering with a clatter. I knelt down in front of her, my face level with her pussy. She was already wet, her panties damp with her arousal. I could smell her, a sweet, musky scent that made my mouth water.
"Fuck, Lucy," I groaned, my voice ragged with desire.