The Sweetest Taboo

"Hmmm..." Tisha said to herself as she reached out and traced the areolas. "Looks like you managed to get boobs shaped like mine, except, well, perfect. Even the nipples look just like mine."

"I know," Storm said, unsteady on her high perch as her sisters toyed with her breasts. "They told me the same thing after all the surgeries, that I must have picked that up from you," she finished with a nervous giggle.

"Really," Tisha said as she tried to heft a gravity- defying breast in her hand out of curiosity. Getting up on her knees and looking at a nipple, she swirled her tongue around it and gave it a suck, making Storm sigh a bit. She swirled her tongue around, then, rocked back on her knees with a loud pop.

"Hey, I, I got a bit carried away. You do look kind of tasty there though. Such nice skin."

"Thanks sis," Storm replied, blushing through her dark skin. "You know, it's kind of been a while, ya know. Hey, can I see yours?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you seen mine, ya nut. Besides, I haven't seen yours since you were 7, and I still don't buy the family resemblance thing."

"Alright, alright," Tisha said as she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Happy now?"

Storm brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face and looked down at her sister. For such a thin frame, she had more than a handful on her chest. In anything, the areolas she had were larger than her, standing out in caramel on her two-toned skin.

"Yes, I am, my two-toned sis. In fact, I might just return the favor," Storm replied as she reached down to pinch those nipples hard before pulling them.

"Hey, that hurt!" Tisha screamed in mock horror.

Storm stuck her tongue out at her in response. "Chicken!"

"Speaking of chicken, did you really have that surgery, um, what's your name now?"

"Storm," she replied. "And yes, I did. They just went though the belly button, see?" she continued, showing the small scar along the bottom of her navel as she stretched out the skin of her ripped abs.