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She slides off the countertop and stares up at me, a shy smile tilting her lips. I’m fucking mesmerized. “Hudson?”
“Yeah, Ry?”
“You’ll shave under my arms too?” A crimson blush paints her throat and I crave to press my lips to her flesh to see if she feels warm there as well.
“Would you like me to?” I ask, my voice low and throaty.
“Yes,” she breathes.
My gaze skims over her shirt. “You’ll have to take that off.”
Her stare is intense as she nods. “Okay, but don’t make fun of me.”
“Make fun of you?” I ask in confusion, my brows furling together.
“I’m not big like Amy.”
Her breasts.
Fuck no, I won’t be making fun of them. I can’t stop thinking about them.
“I won’t make fun of you,” I vow.
She bites on her bottom lip and grips the hem of her shirt. My cock aches in my sweats as I watch her slowly peel it up, baring her stomach to me. When the curves of the bottoms of her bare breasts come into view, I let out a groan. Then, I’m rewarded a view of her dark pink, small, erect nipples.
Fuck.
She pulls the shirt off and drops it to the floor. I can’t help but advance on her. I need to inhale her and taste her and touch her.
“Raise your arm,” I instruct, my gaze still on her perfect tiny tits.
She obeys and I step closer until my erection presses against her. I have the razor in my left hand, but my right hand is curious. I raise it and grip her nipple between my knuckles. Small. Hard. Erect. The craving to bite them is overwhelming.
“Rylie,” I murmur as I pull gently on her nipple with my knuckles. “My sweet Rylie.”
Her fingers run their way into my hair and she draws me to her. Our breath comingles as we grow infected by the sickness we’re both so clearly ailed by. Many dirty thoughts tease and taunt me. I want to do so many bad things to her. So many bad things that will make her feel good.
“We can’t do this,” I tell her, even as I twist her nipple slightly.
Her breath hitches. “Nobody has to know.”
How fucking tempting is that?
“You’re my sister.” It’s a reminder we both need to hear.
“But it feels good, Hudson.Wefeel good.”
I tear my gaze from hers to stare down at her breasts. The nipple in my grip is so responsive to my touch. The urge to taste her is strong. I hesitate and pull my hand from her. When I start to pull away, her body seems to deflate. Shame. Not at what we’re doing but shame for herself. She feels rejected. My mind wars between right and wrong. I know what feels right…it just happens to be wrong.
Nobody has to know.
I dip down and run my nose along the outside of her breast. Her skin is so soft. My mouth waters.
Nobody has to know.
Flicking my tongue out, I give in. I run it up her silky young skin and seek out her peaked nipple. When the tip of my tongue rubs over her areola, she lets out a harsh breath. I tease the tip of her small nipple and smile when she lets out a sweet, quiet moan. I grab her small breast and squeeze it so I can suck her into my mouth. Her breathing is loud and raspy, but she’s into it. She grips my hair and holds me to her as if I might pull away at any moment. As I suck her tit, I rub my tongue back and forth across her flesh. She lets out a garbled sound when I gently bite the hardened peak before sucking her hard again. I pop off her and admire how red and splotchy her skin is now.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. I blow a breath on her wet skin and she shivers. “You taste good.” Slowly, I press kisses from one breast to the other. I tease and suck on it until it too is red and matches its twin.
