6. Soren #2
Then she opens her mouth and takes just the tip between her lips. She’s careful, almost shy, tongue exploring the underside while her hand works the rest. Soft, wet sounds mix with the rush of the shower. A small, startled moan vibrates around me when she takes a little more.
“Like this…?” she asks, pulling off just enough to look up at me before sinking back down.
“Deeper when you’re ready,” I tell her. My fingers slide into her wet hair, not forcing, just resting there. “You’re doing fine.”
She takes another inch. Then another. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks. The uncertainty is still there, but I can feel it starting to shift. She’s learning the rhythm. Her hand strokes what her mouth can’t reach. Every time she sinks down a little farther, a soft sound escapes her throat.
I watch her the entire time. Water runs down her back. Milk continues to drip from her heavy tits onto the tile between her knees. The sight of her on her knees for me, learning how to take my cock while she’s still leaking, rewires something in my chest.
When she starts to find a steadier pace, I speak again, voice deliberate.
“One day I’m going to put a baby in you,” I say quietly. “Fill you so deep you’ll feel it for days. Keep these tits full and heavy for me forever. No more hiding. No more pumps. Just you, leaking for me whenever I want it.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, dark and startled, but she doesn’t stop. If anything her mouth grows a little bolder, taking me deeper on the next pass.
“Yes—” she breathes around me, the word broken and needy. “I want that… I want you to?—”
“I know you do.” I tighten my fingers slightly in her hair. “You’re going to take every drop I give you one day. Walk around with my cum inside you and your tits aching because I kept them full on purpose.”
A stronger moan vibrates around my cock. She’s not uncertain anymore. She’s eager. Her head bobs with more confidence now, lips stretched, saliva mixing with the water running down her chin.
I let her work me until the pressure builds too high to ignore. My hand tightens in her hair.
“I’m close,” I warn her, voice low. “Stay right there. Don’t pull off.”
She looks up at me through the water and keeps going, eyes locked on mine. A few more strokes of her mouth and the tension snaps.
I come hard, spilling across her tongue in thick pulses. She makes a small surprised sound but doesn’t pull away. Her throat works as she tries to take it.
“Swallow it,” I tell her.
She does. I watch her throat move as she takes everything I give her.
A little spills from the corner of her mouth and runs down her chin, mixing with the water and the last thin trails still falling from her nipples.
When she finally pulls back, lips wet and swollen, I cup her chin and tilt her face up so I can see every detail of what I just put there.
I brush the spilled drop with my thumb and push it back between her lips.
“Very good, little sister.”
Then I pull her back to her feet, kissing her hard under the spray.
A sharp knock sounds on the outer bedroom door.
“Selena? Breakfast is ready, dear. Your parents are already downstairs waiting.”
Rosa’s voice.
Selena freezes in front of me and for a second neither of us moves while the water keeps running over our skin. Her eyes are wide, lips still parted, the last beads of milk trembling at her nipples, and the reality of how close we just came to getting caught lands on both of us at once.
I shut the water off, grab a towel, and wrap it around her quickly.
“You go down first,” I say, voice low. “I’ll follow in a few minutes. Act normal.”
She nods, still flushed and shaking a little.
I open the bathroom door just enough for her to slip out.
Rosa still keeps on knocking and refusing to leave.
“Selena? Dear? Are you still asleep?”
“Uhm… I’m already awake, just got out of the shower. Tell them I’ll be down in three!” she replies.
“Okay, then.” Only then Rosa leaves the door.
I hear her moving around the bedroom—drawers opening, fabric rustling, the soft curse under her breath when she almost drops something. She’s rushing. Panicking. Trying to look like she simply woke up and took a normal shower.
The outer door opens and closes.
I wait until her footsteps fade down the hall before I dry off and dress. I give it enough time that no one will connect us walking downstairs together.
When I finally step into the dining room, Selena is already seated.
She can’t quite keep the small smile off her face. Her hair is still damp and tucked behind her ears. There’s a faint pink flush high on her cheeks that has nothing to do with the shower.
Mom notices immediately.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” she says, pouring coffee.
Rick looks up from his plate and studies Selena for a second. His eyes narrow slightly at her damp hair.
“You took a shower this early? That’s not like you.”
Selena doesn’t miss a beat. “Rosa was already calling me. I didn’t bother to blow-dry it.”
Rick still looks skeptical. He sets his fork down. “Why the early shower? Not your usual routine.”
“For a change,” she answers smoothly. “It was very hot last night. I couldn’t sleep well.”
Mom makes a soft sympathetic sound. “You have been looking a little flushed these past few days. Make sure you’re not coming down with something.”
“I’m fine,” Selena says. She reaches for her orange juice and takes a calm sip like nothing in the world is wrong.
I take my seat across from her and allow the smallest smile.
Pride settles warm in my chest at how cleanly she handles the whole exchange. No stammering. No visible panic. Just one calm, composed lie that sits perfectly between them and leaves Rick with nothing solid to push against.
Rick watches her a moment longer, then finally picks his fork back up. The suspicion fades, but it doesn’t completely disappear.
I meet her eyes for half a second over the table.
Tonight, I’m claiming what’s mine.