Chapter 1 Page 21 - The Warmth of Forgiveness The One Inch Son chapter 21 by The Reaper

Mati clung to the swollen peak of Paula's breast, his small mouth working rhythmically as he drank the rich, sweet nectar. The sensation of her skin, hot and yielding, wrapped around his face, while her thumb continued to massage the soft curve of his belly.

"We really scared you, didn't we?" Paula whispered, her voice a low vibration that rattled through Mati's entire frame. She tightened her grip, pressing his tiny, soft body deeper into the valley of her chest.

Werka leaned closer, her blue eyes shimmering with a mix of adoration and regret. "We were just playing a game, Mati, but we forgot how scary it is to be so small. We promise, we will never treat you like a snack again."

"Never," Paula agreed, her nipple slipping from his lips for a moment as she looked down at him with a tender smile. "You are our loving brother, and we will protect you from everything, even our own silly ideas."

Mati tried to speak, but his mouth was full of the creamy warmth of her breast. He let out a muffled sound of contentment, his small hands kneading the pale, stretched skin of her chest as he returned to his feast.

Paula let out a soft moan, her own pleasure spiking as she felt the tiny tug of his lips. "Oh, look at him, Werka. He's eating so much. Our little brother is actually getting full."

Werka giggled, her finger tracing a circle on Mati's rounded stomach. "He's like a little piggy, just stuffing himself. I bet he's going to have a food coma after this."

For several minutes, the only sound in the bathroom was the wet, rhythmic slurping of Mati's efforts and the heavy, synchronized breathing of the two sisters.

Suddenly, Mati's body stiffened. A massive bubble of air surged up his throat, and he released a loud, echoing burp that sounded like a cannon blast coming from a toy.

Paula and Werka erupted into simultaneous fits of giggling, their laughter shaking the very walls of the room. "Did you hear that?" Werka shrieked, clutching her stomach. "The little giant just erupted!"

Paula laughed, her chest bouncing and tossing Mati slightly. "That is definitely enough for one session. I think he's officially full."

With a gentle, lingering touch, Paula released him from her grasp. She stood up and reached for her white crop top, pulling it down to cover her chest and stomach once more.

Werka followed suit, smoothing out the folds of her pink dress and ensuring everything was tucked away. The predatory atmosphere of the bathroom had completely vanished, replaced by a domestic, sisterly warmth.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," Paula said, carefully scooping Mati up into her palm. "Mom and Dad are probably wondering why it's taking us so long to get to the table."

Mati leaned back against the fleshy wall of her palm, feeling exhausted but satisfied. "I think I could sleep for a week," he muttered, his voice returning to its usual dry tone.

Paula chuckled, her thumb stroking his back as she carried him through the hallway. "No sleeping yet, little man. It's dinner time, and you know Alice doesn't like it when the food gets cold."

As they entered the kitchen, the rich scent of roasted chicken and garlic butter filled the air. The room was bright, bathed in the warm glow of the overhead lights.

Alice was already there, her red apron tied neatly around her waist as she placed a steaming bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the wooden table.

"Finally!" Alice exclaimed, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "I was starting to think you three had been kidnapped by a very small, very hungry ghost."

Derek looked up from his seat, his white hair catching the light. He gave a playful wink toward Paula's hand. "Hope you didn't forget your brother in the bathroom, Paula."

Paula smiled and carefully deposited Mati onto a small, repurposed saucer that served as his dinner plate. "Safe and sound, Dad. And very well fed."

Mati looked around the table, seeing the familiar, towering figures of his family. The sheer scale of the dinner plates around him made him feel like an ant at a banquet.

"Sit down, everyone," Alice commanded gently, gesturing to the chairs. "The chicken is perfect, and I've made those honey-glazed carrots that Werka loves."

The family settled in, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoing like thunder to Mati's ears. He sat on the edge of his saucer, watching as the massive feast was served.