Come on, touch me

Josh's legs felt disconnected from his brain. He crossed the room in a daze and lowered himself onto the edge of the bed beside her. The mattress dipped slightly, and their shoulders almost touched. He kept his hands on his own thighs, gripping the fabric of his jeans like a lifeline.

Ariana watched him with half-lidded eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned back on her palms, which only pushed her chest forward. The position was obscenely inviting. Her full breasts sat high and heavy, the dark pink of her areolas contrasting sharply with the creamy paleness of her skin. A delicate blue vein traced a line up the side of one, disappearing into the soft swell.

Josh couldn't look away. His mouth went dry, then flooded with saliva. He swallowed, but it didn't help. A thin, glistening thread of drool escaped the corner of his lips, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, mortified.

Ariana burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Josh. You're drooling."

"I'm n-not," he stammered, his face burning. "I'm just... it's... you just took your t-top off, alright? Give me a s-second."

"A second?" She leaned closer, her bare arm brushing against his. "You've had eighteen years, little brother. I'm starting to think you've never seen a real pair before."

"Of course I've s-seen... I've seen..."

"Seen what? On your phone?" She poked his chest with one manicured finger. "Pixels on a screen don't count. Tell me, Josh. Have you ever touched a real breast? Not just by an accidental brush against the clothing while fooling around. I mean, touched."

He opened his mouth, closed it, then looked away. The silence was his answer.

"Oh, sweetie." She almost sounded pitying, but the amusement in her voice was sharper. "You're eighteen. A legal adult. And you've never..."

"It's not that e-easy for everyone, okay?" he cut her off, defensive. "Not all of us are... walking around like... like this." He gestured vaguely at her, unable to be more specific.

"Like what? Incredibly hot and generously endowed?" She grinned, running a hand over her own stomach, up to cup the underside of her left breast, lifting it slightly. "You could have just asked, you know. I'm not a monster."

Josh just stared at the way her fingers dimpled the soft flesh. His mouth opened again, but no words came out.

Ariana sighed dramatically. "Alright, we're doing this the hard way." She reached over, took his right wrist, and pulled his hand firmly toward her. "Stop being a baby and touch me."

His palm landed flat against the side of her breast. The skin was impossibly soft. Warm. He could feel the gentle, rapid thud of her heartbeat through the flesh.

"There," she said, releasing his wrist. "The world didn't end."

"I... I..." His fingers twitched, then curled slightly. He looked up at her face, then back down at his hand on her. It looked alien, like it belonged to someone else.

"F-feels..." he managed.

"Feels like what?" she prompted, her voice a purr.

"Warm," he whispered. "Really... really s-soft."

She laughed softly, not unkindly. "That's generally the idea, yes." She watched him for a moment, his wide eyes, his parted lips. "You can move it, you know. I won't bite. Not unless you ask nicely."

Hesitantly, he slid his palm across the curve, feeling the weight shift slightly. His thumb brushed over her nipple by accident. It was stiff, pebbled. She drew in a small, sharp breath.

"Sorry," he mumbled quickly.

"Don't be," she said, her voice lower now. "That's the point."

He grew bolder, emboldened by her lack of protest. He cupped her fully, his fingers spreading, unable to cover even half of the generous mound. He could feel the subtle texture of her areola against his palm. His other hand, of its own volition, came up to cradle the other breast.

He just held them, staring, his breathing shallow.

"Look at you," she murmured, watching his face. "Like a kid in a candy store. You don't even know where to start, do you?"

He shook his head, mute.

"That's okay. I'll teach you." She reached up and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, a surprisingly tender gesture. "I'm going to let you eat your fill, Josh. All you want. A3 milk. The good stuff. You'll be full for hours."

His eyes snapped to hers, a flicker of hope and suspicion. "Really? J-just like that?"

"Just like that." She smiled, but it was a fox's smile. "On one condition. Well... a request, really."

He tensed, his hands freezing on her breasts. "I kn-knew it. What? What is it?"

She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "A secret."

"A s-secret? What kind of secret?"

"The kind I tell you after you've eaten." She leaned forward, her breasts pressing harder into his palms. "Don't you trust your big sister?"

"No," he said flatly. "Not even a l-little."

She threw her head back and laughed, a full, genuine sound. "Good. You're not as dumb as you look." She framed his face with her hands, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. "It's nothing bad. I promise. You might even... enjoy it. A lot."

"Enjoy what?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." She winked. "But I'll give you a hint. It involves your mouth. And not for eating."

His brain short-circuited. His entire body flushed hot.

"Now," she said, releasing his face and leaning back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her breasts settled into a soft, full teardrop shape, her nipples pointing directly at him. "You were hungry. And I'm getting tired of waiting. So go on, little brother. Dinner is served."

She looked down at her own chest, then back up at him, her tongue touching the corner of her lip.

"What are you waiting for?"