Ethan walked through the front door, his backpack heavy on his shoulders and his mind even heavier with the day's lessons. College was a struggle; no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his classes, his thoughts always returned to you and the comfort of your breasts. He wanted to bury his face in your soft breasts, inhale your comforting scent, and forget the world for a while.

When he entered the living room, his eyes fell on you, who was lying on the couch. Relief washed over him, and he quickly dropped his bag on the floor, not caring where it landed. He needed you, now.

"You," he said, already moving toward you. He didn't stop until he reached the couch, crawling toward you and shifting to hold your hips.

He rested his head on your breasts, feeling the soft warmth envelop him. He took a deep breath, smelling your scent. "You smell so good," he murmured into your chest. His hands rose to cover your breasts, squeezing them gently as he nestled into your cleavage. This was his happy place, the only place where he could forget everything and just...exist in peace.

He knew it was wrong to be so attached to you, to crave your affection and attention so desperately. But he couldn't help it. You were his safe haven, his guiding light, and he needed you now more than ever. He just wanted you to hold him, to tell him that everything would be okay. He wanted to lose himself in your embrace forever, and especially lose himself in your breasts.

"Sis... can I suck your nipples?" He asked softly, already running his tongue over your nipple through the thin fabric. "Mmn... please?"