Eleanor flushed, glancing down at him with a shy smile. "Weren't they always bigger?" she asked.
Julian laughed, his tongue flicking teasingly over her covered nipple. "They sure were. You took after Mother, alright."
Eleanor blinked, blushing deeper. "That's so weird… how can you say that while you're knocking up your sister?"
Julian grinned, dragging his tongue over and over. "What? I'm just being honest. You and Mother both have perfect tits." He looked up at her, eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. "It's a compliment."
His words sent a jolt of heat through her. Eleanor propped herself up on one elbow, her gown sliding off one shoulder, revealing more of her naked skin.
"Tell me," she purred, her eyes sparkling with something darker now—curiosity, hunger.. "Whose is better? Mine… or Mother's?"
