Thread: First without Fame ( ikoshama and Fiye )

As Ian had embraced Alice in his arms he had held her close just being so happy to see her again after everything he had just been though, yet he was still alive and there. His mind was a clouded cluster of images, emotions, and confusion. He was somehow really used to the idea of him having breasts now, it was like he had always had a pair--to say the least he wasn't too shocked to have them on his chest. Even though Ian felt like he had a pair of breasts for his whole life the ecstasy that was being produced by these was something very foreign but highly addicting. When he had lunged into the hug with this sister was hasn't paying too much attention to his chest and how it was in the way with their grand size. Ignoring that he wasn't aware of how much they had been compressed by Alice's chest, but as she spoke he could only concentrate on the pleasure of his breasts that were feeling so great with her smashed up against them. His nipples which were only protected by this casual tee shirt wasn't enough to muffle the contact and friction on his nipples, which made him moan in his sister's ear before she attempted to push him away. He didn't let go at first because he was too busy bathing in the spine tingling euphoria of his breasts against hers. She shoved but he hung up pulled back to have his breast be forced back on to hers, he could only roll his eye and latch his lips onto her earlobe from the shock of the pleasure. Only to be finally separated a moment later, yet the euphoria lingering, crawling all underneath his skin. Ian could only giggle and laugh at his sister's ignorance with how much more, and obviously, magnificent his breasts were to her's. Rejoicing in them he gripped them firmly with his hands and mashed them together, he couldn't get enough of the great pleasure that these things were giving him. They were so large, perky, firm, and soft all at the same time, he must have had the greatest rack on all of Earth he was convinced. He was to smile and look at her chest and only smirk about how wrong she was. He was going to make sure that she was wrong and that shit knew it. Lifting up his skirt that got caught on the underside of his shirt to make his breasts to bounce up and down with them jiggling into each other but soon coming to a stop with his large melon sized chest to be standing perfect, just only a little bit of gravity pulling on them. They were perfection. On his chest. His sized her up again seeing her still amazed, but someone appealed to them, even though you can tell that she was wishing that she didn't. Ian staring at her chest he knew that she was about a C cup, but didn't know for sure all he knew his was bigger, and quite frankly, bigger is better. He started to correct her, Um. excuse you twin sister. Look at your chest. Yeah, there nice, and any guy would love them. Not the perkiest but definitely far from sagging. And then, you have these beautiful things, massing them together and lending forward to make sure she got a perfect look at them, Which are the...most...ah-ah-amazing breasts...that you will... mmmmmmmmm ...ever...find. He was running short of breath because as he went to show them off he was playing with his nipples that were fully erect now in between his index finger and his middle pushing, pulling on them twisting, and swirling his hands. He was too busy pleasuring himself and couldn't upkeep the mockery of his sister's chest anymore. Moaning he took a few steps backward and landed onto his ass to vigorously massage his chest as he moaned louder and louder. He soon was touching himself through his pants with one hand as the other rapidly would switch between his breasts with his hands working so fast and meticulously. Ian couldn't handle teasing himself much more and quickly removed his pants and boxers kicking them off of his body as fast as he can. He was now on his back, arced at that, masturbating with his rock hard cock of 9 inches as he pleasured his new and favorite body part. He couldn't masturbate fast enough to completely pleasure himself, with only a single hand he needed to do more. His breasts were pushed up to his neck with how far back he was throwing his back from the pleasure, but he still needed more stimulation. Out of desperation strained his neck forward to pull his breast into his mouth. As soon as he clamped his lips down he had to let go and howl a boned shaking intense moan that most girls couldn't top. He opened his eyes to see that he sister was standing there in shock, aw, and disgust. He words of stopping, and how it was inappropriate were far away and muffled. Anything that wasn't to do with his direct stimulation and further him to an orgasm was out of sight, and out of mind. He instead dictated that she should help, I see you eye balling me, you should either get her on the floor and blow me or I'd like for that you suck on my nipples no matter what. I can't force myself to do it, it feels far too good. Help a brother out and slobber on my fucking nipples. He didn't see her as his sister, or at least didn't connect any morals to that fact, all he could do is see her as a tool to get to his orgasm.listu