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Sister's Milk
by Ginny Walker (wcollege2001@yahoo.com)
***
Two sisters fall into a lesbian relationship without
really knowing it until it was too late. (FF, 1st-
lesbian-expr, oral, lac)
***
I came from a pretty normal family - growing up it was
just my folks, I and my little sister, Jeanie. My
sister and I were close, at least as close as our 4
year age difference would allow.
From age 16 to 20 the difference seemed most
significant. It was at 20 that I married and within a
year, had my first baby - a precious little girl named
Jennifer.
Dave and I lived across town, about 15 miles from my
family. A year later is when things started to melt
down in our family. Jeanie had become pregnant at 18.
She hid this little fact from the whole family for
nearly 5 months. I knew something was up and she
finally confided in me. I told her she needed to tell
mom and dad - after all, they were going to find out
pretty soon anyway.
A week later she did.
Mom and dad went ballistic! They disowned Jeanie and
she wound up moving out. Unfortunately, she decided to
move in with the creep that got her pregnant. I felt so
much compassion for Jeanie and went out of my way to
show support for her. She had so many questions about
her pregnancy and I helped her through it and reassured
her. We became closer than ever over that period - best
friends, actually.
Giving me mixed emotions, Jeanie and the creep decided
to get married, but she, in her words, "sure wasn't
going wear a wedding gown with a basketball for a
belly," so they set the date for July 14th, three
months after her due date. April was a busy month for
us - Jeanie and I both celebrated our birthdays - she
turned 19 on April 4th and I turned 23 on the 11th.
But the 19th was the biggest birthday party. That's
when Jeanie gave birth to Samantha. She was beautiful;
7 lbs. 2 oz, 20 inches long, platinum blond hair, and
she looked like she might have Jeanie's blue eyes as
well - although a baby's eyes are pretty dark at birth.
Things were still very cool between Jeanie and my folks
so I became sort of a mother figure to Jeanie. Kind of
weird for a 23 year old to be a mother figure to a 19
year old, but Jeanie had lots of questions about taking
care of a baby. I did have some experience to offer -
my Jennifer was almost two. I had just weaned her -
which was an emotional let down for me. I felt even
worse as I watched Jeanie breast feed little Samantha.
Breast feeding is such an intimate act and really bonds
a mother and child. Weaning a baby results in a sense
of loss. Those bonding moments were gone forever.
July rolled around and things were set for Jeanie's
wedding day. It would be a small church service. Mom
and dad were still upset about everything but would
attend the wedding. Jeanie had planned their honeymoon
- the creep didn't have a romantic bone in his body.
Five days before the wedding, Jeanie shows up at my
house hysterical. She would go from crying to screaming
to crying again.
It seems the creep had decided that being a daddy
wasn't for him. He took off and left Jeanie and
Samantha. I felt so bad for my little sister. She made
one mistake and was paying for it continuously it
seemed. I spent the afternoon just hugging on Jeanie,
comforting her, and telling her that things would work.
I told her I would always be there for her and
Samantha. She laid her head on my shoulder and through
her tears she cried, "I love you Mindy." I caressed her
hair and said, "I love you too sweetie," and gave her a
reassuring, "motherly" kiss on the top of her head.
***
Friday Jeanie showed up at my place with Samantha. I
asked how everything was going. She said, "Couldn't be
better!" She was really bonding to Samantha.
We were eating some bagels and drinking coffee when
Jeanie asked, "You want to go to Saint Marten?"
"Huh?"
She explained that her honeymoon reservations were non-
refundable and she had an "available" plane ticket and
10 days in a cottage on the beach - sun, surf, casinos,
boat drinks, and all that exquisite French cuisine -
besides, she really didn't want to go alone. I thought
about it for a half-second and said, "Yes!" I could use
a break from real life.
I said good bye to Dave and Jennifer, leaving him three
pages of notes on what to do before I went to pick up
Jeanie and Samantha. Mom and dad had agreed to watch
Samantha while Jeanie was gone. They might have been
mad at Jeanie, but they couldn't say no to their second
granddaughter.
We departed Sunday, flew to Puerto Rico and took a
puddle-jumper to St. Marten. The island was beautiful!
I've never seen water so clear - or such a light blue-
green color. We unloaded our bags at the cottage and
went out to get a bite to eat for lunch. We found this
little cafe just off the strip overlooking the beach.
What a view! Chocolate croissants became my favorite
food in the whole world.
We finished lunch and walked over to the beach. As we
lay our blankets out I noticed that the women around us
were topless. Just as I turned to tell Jeanie but
before I could get the first word out, she untied her
bikini top and dropped it on the blanket beside her.
I was shocked and caught off guard and just stared at
her naked breasts. I must have had a stupid look on my
face because she said, "What?!"
I finally composed myself and said, "Oh, nothing."
"Aren't you gonna get a tan?" she asked with a
mischievous tone in her voice. Being too self conscious
to remove my top, I explained that I didn't want to
burn on our first day there.
We laid out in the sun for a couple of hours. I found
myself unconsciously glimpsing over at Jeanie - I was
mesmerized by her breasts. They were so big since
giving birth - and looked even larger due to her
extremely small nipples, I thought. Her aureolas looked
to be the size of a nickel - they were so pink, with
nipples that were a deeper pink and looked like pencil
erasers as they noticeably stuck out from the small
outer rings.
We looked so different - my breasts were smaller, more
upturned, with larger, very dark nipples. Her breasts
glistened in the sunlight as she had liberally coated
her entire body with baby oil. I thought they looked
unnaturally firm, but I knew she hadn't had any
enhancements done.
My mind wondered and I could picture Samantha feeding
on those picturesque globes. Then I thought back to how
I was no longer able to feed Jennifer - I became a
little depressed and then I snapped back to reality and
reprimanded myself for analyzing Jeanie's breasts -
what was I thinking.
We had a blast the rest of the day taking in the sights
and having a great seafood dinner. We decided it had
been a long day and headed back for the cottage.
I got ready for bed, putting on my long T-shirt (I'd
been sleeping in T-shirts since I was 14), then I
called out, "Hey, there's only one bed in here."
Jeanie replied, "Yeah, well, it IS a honeymoon cottage
you know."
I was nearly asleep when Jeanie came in from the
bathroom. Once again I found myself with a dumb
expression on my face as she approached the bed wearing
a bridal outfit. It was a white satin and lace ensemble
- the bra had satin under cups with a sheer front and
top so her pink aureolas and nipples could be clearly
seen as they attempted to poke through the virtually
nonexistent restraint.
Her panties were high cut tonga style with a very
narrow back - just a little wider than a thong. They
were satin with lace trim around the leg openings and
waistband and some inlaid lace coming down to a "V" in
front. She also wore a matching garter belt and white,
shimmering lace stockings. She looked incredible.
She looked perfect for her wedding night and would have
driven any testosterone producing creature wild. "A
little overdressed aren't you?" I sarcastically asked.
"This was supposed to be my honeymoon," Jeanie replied.
"And this is what that jerk is missing!" In my heart I
felt bad for Jeanie but I did get some satisfaction
knowing the creep was missing out.
We said goodnight and I rolled over onto my right side
facing the edge of the bed - which was the opposite way
I usually faced, preferring my left side in my own bed.
Jeanie rolled onto her left side and faced the other
way. She shifted a little and I felt her rear rub up
against mine. I felt embarrassed by the contact - yet I
didn't move myself away. I didn't know why that was. We
both fell asleep like this.
I was awakened later to some noise. I was still out of
it and didn't know where I was for a moment. In my
sleep I must have rolled onto my usual left side and
was cuddled up against Jeanie, in a spoon position.
Then I realized what the noise was - it was Jeanie
whimpering. I thought she was crying over what the
creep had done to her so I put my arm over her to
comfort her. I told her it was alright. She completely
ignored me.
I again called to her and then started to shake her a
little and discovered that she was still asleep. I
finally woke her up asking, "Jeanie, are you alright?"
She looked at me a little confused and with a
distressed voice said, "It hurts."
"What hurts?" I asked.
"My breasts are killing me," she cried out.
I realized it had been about 20-hours since she had
last fed Samantha, so I told her, "It's your milk - you
need to pump."
Jeanie just looked back at me with the same look.
"You need to pump your breast milk to relieve the
pressure," I told her.
"What?" was all she could manage back.
"Haven't you ever pumped?" I asked.
"N-no, I've never pumped," Jeanie snapped back.
Then it dawned on me that Jeanie had never been
separated from Samantha before - she had never missed a
meal. "Jeanie, didn't you know that you would become
engorged after skipping a feeding."
Jeanie just whimpered, almost crying now that she
realized she had screwed up. I told her she would have
to relieve the pressure by hand expressing. I explained
to her how to manipulate her breast to draw out the
milk. We went to the bathroom and she pulled the left
cup of her satin bra down exposing most of her breast
and she began to fumble around trying to follow my
instructions. She was completely awkward and was not
having any success.
After about 10 minutes of this I said, "Okay, let me
show you."
Now it was I that felt awkward as I held Jeanie's left
breast in my hand. I began to gently but firmly squeeze
her breast as I pulled the nipple out away from her
body. I little milk began to ooze. Truth be told I had
never actually hand expressed before - I always used a
breast pump. After about 10 more minutes of me trying
it was obvious that Jeanie was still in a lot of pain
and all I had managed to do was soak her bra with a
minimal trickle of milk.
This wasn't going to work. "You need a breast pump -
you need some suction to draw the milk out," I told
her.
Jeanie just continued her soft moaning - her eyes
pleading with me for help. I realized that there was
only one option available - yet that was an
impossibility. But there was my little sister in agony.
I hesitated for a moment more, looking right into her
eyes - sort of conveying what I was too uncomfortable
to say. Then, without saying a word, I leaned over and
placed my mouth over Jeanie's left nipple. I'm sure she
was equally shocked but we both knew that this was the
only way.
I began to suckle her breast, gently squeezing it in my
hand to increase the flow of milk. The milk began to
come slowly. When I had a mouthful, I released her
breast and spat it into the sink next to us. I
immediately began suckling again. I repeated this a few
times, spitting out each time my mouth had filled. But
her milk began to really flow now and before I knew it
my mouth was almost overflowing. Some of it hit the
back of my throat and a reflex reaction caused me to
gulp down a mouthful of Jeanie's breast milk.
I thought about the taste - it was thinner than regular
milk, much sweeter, but what really struck me was how
hot it was. It wasn't at all unpleasant, so I continued
to suckle and swallow - which was easier and cleaner.
Jeanie and I never spoke a word nor did we make eye
contact. I was thinking about the silence when my
attention was drawn to the slurping sound I was making.
Occasionally the seal of my lips around her breast
would break and as the suction was released a squealing
sort of sound would escape. This caused me to become
very self-conscious about what I was doing. I tried to
clear my head of the idea that I had my sister's breast
in my mouth and was feeding from her. But I found that
impossible to do.
Finally I noticed her milk was slowing so I figured
that was good enough and knew I had to do the other
side. I released her left nipple from my mouth and as I
was moving to her right breast I saw Jeanie's face for
the first time. Her head was tipped back slightly, her
lips were parted, her eyes barely open - just enough so
I could tell her eyes were sort of rolled back in her
head. She seemed kind of delirious.
I pulled her left bra cup up over her soaked nipple and
pulled the right cup down. Pausing for a moment to look
closely at her nipple, I then took her right breast
into my mouth.
As I started to massage and milk it, I was overcome
with an awkwardness. How did I do her other breast? Did
I have this much of it in my mouth? Did I suckle this
hard? Then I noticed my tongue brushed her nipple -
where had I kept my tongue before? I hadn't touched her
breast with my tongue until now. Before I just sort of
suckled with my lips. Again, my tongue brushed her
nipple.
All of a sudden I couldn't seem to avoid touching her
nipple with my tongue. Maybe it was because more of her
breast was now in my mouth. Nevertheless, something was
different this time. The more I tried to avoid her
nipple, the more tired my tongue and jaw became.
Eventually I had no choice but to rest my tongue on the
underside of her nipple. Now it was helping to work her
breast and bring out the milk.
I noticed I was swallowing more often now - this was
definitely more productive - or was I just getting
better at it? I lost track of time - it must have been
more than 30 minutes since I started. I definitely had
spent more time on Jeanie's right side. I hadn't even
noticed that I had suckled her dry until she finally
pulled back, releasing her breast from my still
puckered mouth.
She never made eye contact, she just said softly,
"Thanks Mindy - that's much better," and walked back to
bed. I sat there motionless for a few moments trying to
understand what had just happened before returning to
bed. A part of me was somewhat repulsed by what I had
just done, yet I couldn't deny the effect it had on me.
I noticed it was just past 1 am when we both went back
to sleep.
I was awakened by Jeanie shaking my shoulder and
calling my name. I had rolled onto my left side again
as I slept. Jeanie was facing me. "It hurts again," she
complained, almost pleading.
I looked at the clock and noticed it was 5:30 am - 4-
1/2 hours seemed about the right interval. Again we did
not speak, I just reached over and undid the front
clasp of her bra and pulled the two triangular patches
to the sides releasing her breasts from their
entrapment. She was on her side, with her right breast
resting against the mattress.
As I lifted her right breast up she rolled onto her
back. I brought her breast to me and drew her nipple
into my mouth. I started to feel that intimate bond
that I had not experienced since weaning Jennifer.
After a while I noticed there was another sound in the
silence. It wasn't just the slurping sound I was
making, it was Jeanie - she was making little cooing
sounds, sort of like a gasp and a moan together.
I continued to milk Jeanie and found myself getting
more comfortable - maybe a little too comfortable I
thought to myself. I finished drawing out all of
Jeanie's breast milk from her right teat and moved over
to her left. I had to lean over her as I reached for
her left nipple. I latched on and began suckling and as
I did I eased my weight off of my hands which brought
me down partially onto Jeanie.
My own breasts were mashed into Jeanie's belly. I liked
the feeling, even through the cotton material of my t-
shirt. My right leg was on top of Jeanie's right leg. I
could feel her silky stockings and garter belt rubbing
against my skin and I found myself unconsciously moving
my body a little to increase the sensation. It was
definitely having an effect on me.
Somewhere along the way I had become less business like
and relieving Jeanie's pain didn't seem to be the only
goal of my actions. My tongue was moving across her
nipple, teasing it, playing with it. My mouth which had
remained in a fixed position up then was now sliding
over Jeanie's breast. At times there didn't seem to be
a suction as her nipple would escape from the corner of
my mouth and I explored the sensitive under slope of
her beautiful breast.
I found myself softly moaning, as I worked her large
globe with my lips and tongue. I felt Jeanie start to
move under me a little and my leg slipped in between
hers. I could now feel her satin panties on my thigh.
We both kept up our subtle gyrations and I could feel
her pubic bone start to press into my upper thigh. I
thought I should back off and reposition myself, but I
didn't - at that moment this had become less an act of
relieving pain, and more an act of causing and
receiving pleasure.
Our gyrations became more pronounced as I hungrily
worked on Jeanie's breast. Jeanie started panting and
moving more rapidly. I suspected she was close to an
orgasm which was soon confirmed as I felt a hot wetness
on my thigh. I had made Jeanie come. I heard her
whisper, "Thank you," as I eased my oral manipulations
of her breast, while still holding her nipple within my
mouth. We fell asleep in that position.
We awoke about 9 am. Jeanie got up and headed for the
shower. When she got out I started to say, "Jeanie,
about last night..."
She cut me off, "Let's not talk about it." A feeling of
shame came over me. We didn't even look each other in
the eyes for a few hours.
After breakfast we hit a few shops and then were off to
the beach again. Jeanie just lay down, leaving her
bikini top on - we were the only two girls wearing
tops. Not that I especially wanted her to remove her
top, but I knew Jeanie was feeling embarrassed or
guilty, just as I was.
It was almost noon when Jeanie said, "I need to go." We
went back to the cottage. Jeanie sat down on the edge
of the bed and said, "Can we talk after?"
I knew what she meant as she rubbed her chest as if in
pain. I walked over to her, and as I did Jeanie lifted
her bikini top up over her breasts - she didn't remove
it, just left it up, near her neck as she lay back on
the bed, her knees bent with her feet touching the
floor.
I eased myself down next to her on her right side and
took her right breast's nipple into my mouth. Jeanie
immediately let out a long low sigh. Her breast milk
began to flow into my mouth and I found myself eager
and aching to gulp it all down.
I became less gentle and really began to work her
nipple, occasionally giving her tit a playful bite.
Jeanie was starting to squirm around a little getting
more and more vocal. What I did next shocked me and
forever changed the relationship with my little sister
and me.
It was like some hidden instinct in me that took over;
I reached my hand down between Jeanie's legs. I cupped
her mound and I could feel her part her legs ever so
slightly for me. She lifted up against my hand and I
gave her a gentle squeeze. Jeanie moaned and in
response, I moaned against her soft breast. I don't
know why things escalated like that - it just seemed
like the next natural thing to do.
I began to move my hand up and down massaging her slit.
I could feel her labia through her bikini bottoms as I
pressed with my finger. I continued to rub my sister
there for several minutes and it became obvious that
she needed release. In one smooth motion I slid my hand
up towards her belly and back down under the waistband
of her bikini bottoms. My palm came to rest on her
naked pussy and I felt how warm she was. My hand
resumed its ministrations.
My sister's slickness was all over my fingers and palm
- Jeanie was soaked. I discovered her hardened clit and
began to rub it while I continued to suckle and feed
from her. Sensing she was close, I slid my hand down
further and pressed with two of my fingers - they
slipped effortlessly into my sister's vagina, passing
both knuckles.
That sent Jeanie over the edge and she had a violent
orgasm. She screamed so loud that it startled me. Then
I felt a torrent of her cum spurt over my fingers and
into the palm of my hand. I released her nipple from my
mouth and lifted my head as I slowly slid my fingers in
and out of my little sister.
I'll never forget the sloshing sound it made as I
continued to work my hand in and out of her. I just
stared at her - first her perfect breasts which were
still heaving from the remnants of her orgasm, and then
I looked down at the obscene display of my hand sliding
in and out of Jeanie's vagina, my fingers disappearing
and then reappearing.
I knew we had crossed a line that we could never undo.
Maybe it was that reality - that I couldn't go back -
that caused me to give in at that moment to some
uncontrollable desire. I slipped my hand out of
Jeanie's panties and looked at my dripping fingers. I
could smell her sex on them. Then it was like I became
a passenger on some erotic ride - my body began to
respond on its own.
I slid down off the edge of the bed and kneeled between
Jeanie's open legs. I grabbed the crotch of her bikini
bottoms and pulled them to the side, spreading the leg
opening - then brought my face down to her. I opened my
mouth wide and covered Jeanie's entire mound. I started
to lick her pussy, bringing my tongue from the rear of
her slit up to the top, teasing her clitoris as I got
there. Jeanie began to squirm up and away, but I held
her thighs tightly with my right hand and kept my face
buried in her crotch.
I continued lapping for several minutes, each time
pressing my tongue harder against her vulva, eventually
separating her labia with repetitive upstrokes, and
finally entering her vagina with my tongue.
I will never forget my first taste of Jeanie. Her
juices were a new and foreign flavor to me, but I now
craved her taste - I craved eating this woman. Then the
repulsion set in again - I was doing this to another
woman! How could I? My body refused to stop what it was
doing and I pushed these thoughts out of mind.
I did what I thought Jeanie would like - after about 15
minutes of licking like this I sucked her clit into my
mouth and rubbed it hard with my tongue. Just as Jeanie
was coming I lowered my mouth, pressing my tongue as
far into her vagina as I could, mashing my lips hard
around her vulva as I sucked with all my effort.
Jeanie came hard again and I wasn't prepared for what
happened as she did - her cum actually spurted into my
mouth. I could feel it hit my tongue and my mouth was
soon filled with her hot, creamy liquid. She tasted
good as I let it ease down the back of my throat and
enjoyed swallowing her feminine nectar.
I was so far gone at that point - and I needed release
badly. I instantly shed my bikini bottom and top, and
from a position still between her legs, brought myself
down on top of my sister in a position that was
familiar to me in my normal lovemaking. I wanted to
feel Jeanie's skin against mine.
Our breasts met first which excited me so much - my
nipples had not received any prior attention over the
past day of fore play. Then our mounds touched - it was
as if I had received an electric shock - I almost came
that moment. I needed Jeanie - I needed to make love to
her.
Jeanie looked up at me - unsure of what I was doing -
she almost looked scared. I began rubbing my mound
against my sister's. I whispered to her, "It's okay
honey - I want to make love to you, I need this
Jeanie."
Our vulvas pressed against each other, making squishing
noises because of the overflowing of both of our
juices. I pressed down hard onto my sister and I felt
her labia spread open allowing mine to enter her
slightly. I began to rub her with zeal. My labia and
clitoris became engorged.
I slid my clit up and down Jeanie's slit and could feel
it rub between her labia and bump her own clit. I held
it there grinding our pussies, clit to clit for a while
and then slid my clit back down between her swollen
lips. Once at the bottom I again began the assent back
up her slit. I continued making love to my sister in
this way then I started to come and I pressed myself
down hard and felt my clit works its way into Jeanie's
vagina.
I exploded just as I entered her pussy. I came so hard,
like nothing else I've ever experienced in my life.
Grinding my pussy into her pussy, I screamed out "OH
FUCK ME JEANIE! PLEASE FUCK ME!!"
I looked down at my sister lying below me, a dazed
expression on her face, and I collapsed on top of her,
bringing my mouth onto hers and slipping my tongue into
her mouth as I kissed her with a long, slow sensual
kiss.
I'm not sure why I had the desire to kiss her like
that. My tongue explored her mouth, teasing her tongue,
feeling the slickness of her pearly teeth, and
massaging the roof of her mouth. I kissed and kissed
her, all the while keeping our pussies pressed firmly
together, forcing our juices to intermingle. Never in
my life had I experienced such emotion, such sexual
release, such lust, such pleasure, such intimacy. I had
always loved my sister, but I had now fallen in love
with my sister.
We just lay together cuddling. We had never spoken a
word. What would we have said, anyway? That it was
wrong? We both knew that from the start, but deep down
we obviously didn't want to stop it from happening. So
silence seemed the appropriate approach. There would be
time for talking later.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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