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Milk
by Kage (p1kage@yahoo.com*)
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Sister and brother find different ways to deal with the
stress of a broken home. (mf-teens, youths, reluc, inc,
oral, anal, bd, ws)
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I'm not certain where to begin. I just know that I have
to begin so that I can get it all out and get on with
my life. That is if I'm ever going to have "normal"
life. My counselor has asked me for months to talk
about things but I've refused. Not because I couldn't
speak or didn't want to talk, only because this
involves people I love and I'd rather stay here in
silence then to speak out and cause them trouble. So
rather then speak I'll type my story, then save it, and
when I know for certain the time is right I'll send it
to her and be done and gone.
I hear that my brother is in Afghanistan now but no
one's heard from him in weeks so maybe he's gone
already. Lately I don't feel the connection with him
that had always been there so something tells me he's
not with us anymore. If so, I know he died doing what
he wanted so there's no remorse on my part. He's been
gone from me physically for two years now and I didn't
expect to ever see him again anyway. That's selfish, I
know, but I'm honest. Brutally honest...and here's
why...
My earliest clear memory of life as I now know it is of
my mother and father arguing. They were always arguing,
but this time it was different. This time it was about
me. I had been taking a shower and had hollered for
someone to bring me some "hair bubbles", aka shampoo.
My father was the first to arrive with some of my mom's
Pantene.
I must have been ten years old at the time and I was
told later, that before he could leave the bathroom my
mother who had been watching one of her favorite CSI
shows had stopped by to see what I was hollering about
this time. Unfortunately, she caught him standing there
with a huge hard on. She confronted him, calling him
something that sounded like "Herbert!" Which I found
strange since his name was Austin.
Naturally he became defensive, and as you can imagine
one thing led to another. My mother had spent the next
two weeks in the hospital with a broken orbital bone
and something called a bruised brain. I didn't realize
that you could bruise your brain but after dad's fist
hit her face her head hit the wall, the sink, the
toilet, and then the tile floor and a bruised brain was
born. I remember thinking how pretty the red was in her
blonde hair. I never saw my father again after that
day.
My brother, Tyler, who was twelve at the time, had come
in seen the mess and stood there screaming like a
little girl, which made me scream to. I still giggle
thinking about how silly the scene must have looked.
Oh, mom recovered a better person so we can laugh about
it now. Anyway, for almost three months we lived with
my mom's sister, Aunt Annie, or "Aunnie" to me and
Tyler, while mom stayed with Granny and went through
rehab. Anna was so much nicer then my mother. She
didn't drink, didn't smoke, she helped us with our
school work, and she let us watch the cartoon channels
for hours. She even let Tyler stay up late with her and
watch movies in her room. He absolutely loved her. No
wonder dad...well that's for later.
Anyway, when mom was finally able to bring us home and
Granny went back to Florida, things were different then
before. For one, she had difficulty walking, and she
had lost most of her sight. So we went from kids to
caretakers in a matter of days. Aunnie had offered to
help her but mom would have nothing of it. She wouldn't
even let her in our house. I just figured that she was
too proud to ask her little sister for help.
The first night we were back together changed my life.
We had all gone to bed when Tyler came to my room. He
had asked if I was ok then gotten in bed with me.
"Wanna see what Aunnie showed me?" Giggling with a
kid's excitement of getting a peek into their secret
world, I said "sure!" He took my hand and placed it on
his pee pee.
I remember thinking that it was very warm, smooth,
hard, and wet at the tip. To me it wasn't really a part
of him. It was more like having a pet under the covers
between us. In the dark I couldn't see it but I could
hear my brother's breathing and I could hear him say
"yeah, rub it some sis".
Not knowing what he meant I rubbed it like you would a
lamp ~ little did I know that doing so would have a
similar effect. "That feels so good sis. Aunnie said it
tastes good too and that the stuff that comes out of it
makes a girl skinny and pretty..."
"Wow! Really? Pee makes you pretty??"
"No, silly, not pee. There's a milk that comes out. And
when you drink a lot of it, it makes you pretty, but
when you put it in your hole it can also make a baby!"
"Wow! For real!!"
"Yeah, but it's a secret. Everyone doesn't know it and
not all guy's milk works. Only a few and Aunnie said
that I'm one of them."
"So, mom doesn't know? I mean, she's not ugly but she's
no where near as pretty or as nice as Aunnie. Maybe you
should give her some of yours!"
"I asked Aunnie that too, and she said mom wouldn't
understand because she doesn't believe in drinking
guy's milk and that's why she's so mean all the time
and probably why dad left. Guys are like cows, we have
to be milked every day or so or our milk goes bad and
worst of all it hurts to walk around all stiff. My
dick, that's what it's really called, gets stiff when
it's ready to shoot some milk out. See?"
I rubbed it some more and after a few clumsy brushes he
wrapped my fingers around it and moved my hand in more
of the natural stroking motion. "Yeah, like that... now
go ahead and put it in your mouth sis."
"Kay..."
Sliding under the top sheet and then taking him in my
mouth gave me such a rush that I was dizzy for a
moment. I could smell his boyish sweat mixed with
something new. It was all so intoxicating to me. I laid
there with his dick in my mouth savoring the flavors
and smells. Moving my tongue under and around trying to
imagine the shape and wishing I had one of my own to
play with. If I did I'd never leave the bed.
After a few moments I felt is hand on my head gently
pushing more of his hard, four inch dick into my mouth.
I wasn't sure what to do so I started sucking like his
dick was a straw. Waiting for the milk to come I sucked
harder until he pulled gently on my ear. "No, sis, move
your head like this. He took my hand and placed one
finger into his mouth then slid it in and out, then
sucked, then in and out, then he licked it and sucked
some more.
"Oh, ok...I'll try..."
Five minutes later I felt him get even harder, his
hands held my head as he pushed deeper and shot, and
shot, shot. While most went straight down. I was able
to lick some of the last drops an had my first taste of
"man milk". Not great, but ok, and I was so happy to
have made him shoot that every bit was like proof that
I wasn't just a little girl any more.
I felt like I had somehow uncovered the secret of the
universe. I smiled and softly licked my new friend.
To be continued?
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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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