Sisters' Secret

I peeled the silk away, baring Asha's breasts to my hungry eyes. She lowered her arms so she could slip them out of the sleeves. Her top was discarded and forgotten. I paused for a moment to admire her breasts, which were a large C-cup at least, with dark pink nipples in the centers. They were healthy, natural, beautiful breasts.

Kissing my way down, my mouth came at last to her left nipple. My tongue traced circles around it, stimulating it until it was diamond hard. Then I began to suckle, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I worked the left breasts for a minute or more before turning my attention to the other. I repeated the same steps as before. I moved back and forth. Whichever nipple I was not sucking, I was gently pinching with the fingers of my free hand. All the while, Asha made rapturous sighs that sounded almost like dry sobs of pleasure.

When I removed my face from her breasts and sat up straight, Asha remained in the same position, leaning back with her face tilted upwards. I drank in the sight of her bare chest and admired the smooth, dark skin of her chubby belly. Then my eyes drifted down even farther and nearly refused to believe what they saw.

"What the . . ." I said out loud without meaning to.

Something long and hard was poking up against the fabric of Asha's pajama bottoms. Asha looked down and immediately realized what I had seen. She jumped off my lap and stepped away from me, which only revealed more. With her standing fully upright, I could see there was a tent pitched in the front of her silk pajama pants with a tiny wet spot at the top.

"Asha?" I said, looking for some kind of explanation.

"Oh my God, oh my God . . ." she kept repeating. Her face was dark red as she scrambled to find her top and she refused to look at me. She just kept chanting those three words.

"What is this? I don't understand," I told her.

"Devon, I'm so sorry," she said. She found her top and began to put it on, turning her back to me.