Alex's heart pounded like a war drum in his chest as he stepped into the dimly lit kitchen of Sarah's shared apartment, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweeter, almost intoxicating—a hint of warm milk laced with vanilla that made his mouth water involuntarily. He had come over for what was supposed to be a routine evening, but Sarah was nowhere in sight, probably lost in her latest work project upstairs, leaving him alone with her younger sister, Emily. Emily lounged against the counter in a flimsy white tank top that clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric stretched taut over her ample breasts, which seemed to strain against it with every breath. Her nipples, dark and prominent, poked through the thin material, and as she shifted her weight, a small, damp spot bloomed near one, evidence of her lactation that hit Alex like a bolt of lightning. His cock twitched in his jeans, swelling rapidly as his eyes traced the outline of her heavy tits, imagining the weight of them in his hands, the way they'd spill over his fingers if he dared to touch. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the growing bulge, but it was futile; his hyperspermia had always made his erections impossible to ignore, and this one was no exception, throbbing with a insistent pulse that demanded attention.
To be continued...