Sissy Got Something

Mom and I were both stunned when we finally heard Sophie was pregnant. After just one year at the University of Illinois she was coming home to have her first baby, a husband or boyfriend nowhere in sight.

She had left our modest home on the South Side of Chicago in September 2003, a full 4 year scholarship to their School of Applied Science in hand. She had always been a success, straight A’s in high school, valedictorian of her class, All-State softball player, volunteer with the United Way, President of the Student Council etc., etc. The kind of person you’d love to hate, jealous of her successes. But she was popular. And beautiful! All through high school the boys had chased her and somehow she had dated many of them without becoming very serious with any of them and without angering or hurting anyone. There were probably ten or fifteen guys who graduated from Daley Senior High with their date or dates with Sis being among their happiest memories.

I was only eleven months younger than her, one year behind in school, smart but a nerd, uncomfortable socially and Sis was my hero. She had always been kind to me, and just the reflections of her popularity had allowed me to enjoy myself at school. Dad had left when I was five, Sis six; just walked out one day and never had been heard from since. He had been in his final year of Dentistry when he had met the beautiful, eighteen year old Eva Warinski, seducing, marrying and impregnating her, all within three months. Seven years later he left, going to California with his Dental Assistant and all the cash he could amass quickly.

Mom struggled. At the time Sophie and I had no idea how badly off we were, how Mom had to fight to get through the tough times. What saved her was two things; one, she had studied at night school over the six years of her marriage and had got her teaching certificate just three months before Dad left; and two, Grandpa Brown, Dad’s father had supported us and helped us financially after Dad fled. With Dad gone and Mom working, Sis and I had become best friends, unquestionably supporting each other always.

While Sophie had waltzed through high school socially, I had struggled, almost totally unaware of sexual desire until I was struck late in my junior year, my previously repressed testosterone levels now suddenly surging wildly through my young body. Having ignored women outside Mom and Sis until then, I was completely unprepared to compete for their affections, both gawky and shy in any approaches I tried. It was only a couple of days before she was to leave for Champagne that Sophie sat me down one day for a man-to-man talk, as she laughingly called it.

“Ritchie, what’s up with you and girls anyway,” she started one afternoon.

“What do you mean?” I asked, the blush already spreading across my cheeks.

“Christ, you’re eighteen, good looking, smart and have a good body. Even some of my friends got the hots for you. You never go out on dates; you’re not gay are you?”

“Are you nuts? Of course not,” I protested angrily. “I never was interested in it; I mean sex, until the last few months. Christ, now I’m going crazy. I want to jump on every girl at school I see. It’s all I’ve thought about for weeks. I’m useless though, every time I go to talk to a girl I totally lose it, I act like an idiot. I may have to become a priest,” I finished.

“Yeah, Ritchie the priest! Get real. But I don’t understand, you talk to Mom and I with no problem, and when my friends come over you talk to them, they all really like you. Cripes, the other day Gina and Jill both told me they thought you were really sexy.”

“They did?” I asked dumfounded.

“Yeah. And Gina just broke up with her boyfriend. Why don’t you ask her out before she leaves for school?”

“She’s older than me. She’d never want to go out with me. Besides, I get nervous, I don’t know what to say and I’d end up sounding like a total loser.”

“I can’t believe it! Sophie Warinski, Miss Personality, has a dork brother. I don’t think so! Have you looked in the mirror lately? Everyone’s saying it ‘Richard Warinski, he’s so hot’. I could get you ten dates in five minutes,” she finished laughing.

“Have you ever done it?” I asked suddenly.

“Yes,” she said grinning, immediately understanding my question, “with three different guys.”

“God, I’ve never even kissed a girl. Did you like it?”

“Yes, don’t ever tell anyone, but I loved it! It’s the best thing in the world. Geeze, why didn’t you tell me your problem before, now I’ve only got two days to fix you up before I leave for school?”

She all of a sudden sat down in my lap and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Ugh, what are you doing?” I screeched.

“I just wanted to give you your first real kiss,” she giggled.

“You’re my sister, that doesn’t count. In fact, I think it’s illegal,” I ended.

“Shut up and pay attention! Somebody’s got to teach you; I don’t want you going out totally unprepared, you’ll make an ass of yourself and embarrass the whole Warinski family. I can just see the headline in the school paper, ‘Sophie didn’t teach her loser brother to kiss properly, he bites three girls by mistake’.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” I started, but she cut me off by planting her mouth forcefully on mine, and then restlessly moved her moist lips over mine. “Christ,” I yelled, pulling back from the first touching of our tongues.

“So, you do like it! A little practice and all those junior ladies are going to be wetting their panties for you Bro.”

“They’re seniors now sis,” I mumbled, almost too stunned to speak, my body reacting wildly to her kiss. Our mouths quickly joined again, long passionate kisses followed in turn by light pecks, Sophie all the while making comments, encouraging and leading. Minutes later we pushed apart, both of us excited by our actions, knowing we had slipped perilously close to forbidden territory.

“I think you can handle the kissing now,” she finally panted, “What else don’t you know about girls, about sex?”

“Theoretically I know it all, but practically I don’t know fuck-all,” I answered laughing. “Can I see your breasts, your nipples,” I asked mischievously, suddenly brave, not expecting anything but to be told to screw off.

As she sat on my lap facing me, she quickly lifted her tank top over her head, her perfect, ruby-tipped tits unexpectedly exposed, jiggling slowly inches from my chest, from my suddenly nervous hands. “Touch them Ritchie,” she insisted excitedly, then taking my hand she guided it slowly over the velvet hills, topped by their excited little buds. “No, Ritchie, not like that, don’t hurt me; yes, yes, that’s better, oh yes, just like that, again Ritchie, oh please, yes kiss them, more, uh ummmm, oh fuck, I love the feel of your lips sucking me. God, yesssss, I wish I was full of milk and you were drinking from my body, oh baby, it feels so good. Oh suck me Ritchie, suck me hard baby brother,” she moaned.

Finally pulling away, I gasped, “I love your breasts Sophie, God, you’re so beautiful, so fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to touch you, always; I dream of you at night, shit, I get hard thinking of you.”

Lightly moving one hand across the front of my shorts, she whispered, “Do you masturbate?”

“C’mon Sophie, that’s private.”

“Not to your sister, it isn’t. Lets have it, I want all the details,” she insisted, softly caressing. “Let me see it anyway, I want to make sure you’re not deformed or something.”

“No fucking way,” I protested, but at the same time was secretly pleased and excited. I knew immediately that I wanted her to see my penis, to touch it, to hold it. Pretending to argue, I finally undid the top button and lowered my zipper slowly, allowing my hardness to jump into view.

“He’s not bad for an eighteen year old,” Soph said grinning, but I had seen in her eyes when he first popped out both surprise and desire, and I easily sensed her hunger for him. “Can I touch him?” she asked casually, “I’ll be the first women to hold him.”

I almost fainted when her fingers first touched me, softly moving from my pubic hair to his now scarlet head, her nails trailing lightly over the surface. “Jesus, Sophie,” I wailed, the inevitable pressure building fast in my balls. Her grip tightened and she milked my straining shaft, her hands moving in long hard strokes until at last I exploded, my cum leaping outwards from my body, most landing on her arms and shirt. For seconds we both sat stunned, both understanding our relationship was forever changed, knowing this moment would always be in our minds.

“Well,” she eventually sputtered, “I think you’re going to be OK with girls next year. Everything seems to work just perfect.” And then we both broke out laughing, relieved that we were still able to communicate, that we both saw some humor in the situation.

Two days later Mom and Sophie packed the car and were ready to set out for the drive to Champagne. Before hopping into the car, Soph hugged me, gave me a sisterly kiss and then whispered in my ear that she had left me a present and hoped I liked it. Going back into the house I didn’t see anything for me in either my room or Sophie’s and wondered if she had been making fun of me. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang, and when I opened it I found Sophie’s best friend Gina smiling on the porch. “Present for Mr. Ritchie Warinski,” she sang, opening her overcoat to reveal her naked, nubile, young body.

For the two and a half days Mom was away, Gina taught me everything she knew and then we both taught each other some new things we didn’t know we knew. I was now a man, and even though very sad to see Gina leave for school a week later, I knew she and Sophie had prepared me for my senior year, at last I was ready for my sweet little classmates.

During the fall term everyone noticed; I was no longer the shy, nerdy, thin but relatively attractive guy; I had morphed into a friendly and confident man, suddenly chased by various girls. Mom became aware of my new popularity and being worried, sat me down one day in mid November, wanting to make sure I knew which end was up. “I probably should have talked to you before,” she started, “but you didn’t seem too interested in sex and I’ve put it off. I just want to let you know what’s right and wrong, and what’s safe etc.,” she continued, clearly not relishing have to explain the facts of life to her son.

“I pretty much know all about it Mom,” I responded, as embarrassed as her, “Sophie sort of gave me a talk, a little course, before she left.”

“Good, I hoped that would work.”

“You two set me up?” I asked.

“No, no. We were just both a little worried about you, your not dating, you know.”

“It’s okay Mom. She actually really helped me.”

“Do you understand about Aids, about diseases, about getting a girl pregnant? One of these days you’re going to sleep with a woman, do you want to know anything?” As she asked these questions, she noticed my sudden blushing, so demanded quickly, “Are you still a virgin? Have you slept with a girl already?”

After much cajoling she finally got the story of Sophie’s present, about my days in the arms of Gina.

“That little slut,” she began, but then laughingly added, “Sophie, I never should have trusted her with my worries. I should have known she’d set up something like that. And so how did you like it?”

“I’m definitely not gay Mom! But now Gina’s gone. I’m dating lots, but it’s not that easy sleeping with a girl these days,” I complained.

“You’ll manage,” she said grinning, while mussing my hair. “But don’t get a girl pregnant or I’ll kill you,” she warned, while slapping a twelve pack of condoms into my palm.

“Mum! Geeze!” I blurted, more than a little surprised by her actions. “What are these anyway?” I asked slyly, clearly ready to embarrass her a little more.

“I think that’s enough for tonight son,” she ended firmly, not prepared to take any more sass from me.

Christmas came and luckily Gina came home and was still interested in her high school senior. She benefited from my almost four months of sexual abstinence; we seemed to fuck non-stop for the ten days she was home. Sophie, of course, was also home and although she seemed somewhat withdrawn, Mom and I missed the signals she was sending us. It was not until the second week of March, when Sophie was home for Spring Break, that the shit hit the proverbial fan.

I woke up about three in the morning of Sophie’s second night home, loud yelling voices rousing me from a deep sleep. Worried, I hurried to pull a pair of white boxers over my naked form, and then rushed toward the sound, which seemed to be coming from Mom’s room. Just as I arrived at the door I recognized the voices as Mom’s and Sophia’s, clearly the two were arguing fiercely. My hand on the doorknob, I hesitated, surprised the two were arguing, they had never raised their voices to each other in my memory. And then I heard Mom wail, “You stupid cow, what the hell were you thinking, are thinking now? Do you want to ruin your Goddamn life? You can’t have a baby now!”

As I heard the last line, I tumbled through the door, staggered by her words. Standing open mouthed, looking from one to the other, Mom lashed out, saying to me, “God what the hell do you want?” before sinking back on her bed sobbing.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Don’t cry Mom,” I begged, helpless before her tears, the first I had ever seen her shed.

“Your idiot sister has decided to ruin her life, that’s all,” Mom gasped, “She’s decided to drop out of school and have a fatherless baby.”

Sitting next to her on the bed and drawing her head to my chest, I whispered in her ear, “Mom, mom it’s okay, don’t worry, we’ll fix it, everything’s going to work out.” While I stroked her hair I extended my other arm to Sis, and after gently pulling her down next to me, I asked, “Is it true? You’re going to have a baby? When? How? I’m going to be an uncle? Excellent!”

Nodding, Soph curled up in my arm facing her Mother, and soon the three of us were hugging each other ferociously, the angry words forgotten in our love for each other. Finally I stood and gently escorted Sophie to her room, telling her as we walked that I’d go back and talk to Mom but that I expected the full story the next morning.

“Thanks Ritchie, for everything, you’re a great brother.” Smiling, she leaned over and gave me a long, tongue filled, unsisterly kiss and added, “And you look pretty sexy in your white boxers, very, very sexy. Gina wrote me a long letter about you two, you know.” As her door shut, I stood bemused in the hall, the memories of her body, her lush breasts echoing in my brain.

I found Mom lying on her side on her bed, crying silently, her body shaking convulsively. Lying next her and wrapping my arms around her, I softly talked, trying to convince her that all would turn out well.

“Oh Ritchie, I just want her to do well, better than I did. I love you two so much. She’s so smart, she just can’t quit school, there are so many things she can do with her life.”

“She’s not quitting school Mom, I promise you that. And what are you talking about, you’ve done incredibly well. We’ll talk tomorrow.” I held her in my arms until her sobs subsided, and after ten more minutes, I felt her breathing drift into the slow cadence of sleep. As she slept, her thin, short nightgown the only separation between her back and my bare chest, her rear end fitting against my groin, I felt a sexual stirring, a feeling I had never felt before for my mother was suddenly aroused.

Unable to fall asleep, I moved my hands, softly exploring and caressing her breasts, breasts larger and heavier than her daughter’s. Slipping my fingers under the soft cloth, I teased her nipples lightly, nipples which quickly rose to my touch. Slipping my penis through the hole in my shorts, I rubbed the firm shaft up the crack in her ass, a finger exploring her already damp pussy, an unbelievable hunger driving me forward. Only a loud groan from Mom as she shifted her body in sleep brought me back to an awareness of where I was and who I was with. Moving rapidly away from her I realized suddenly how close I had come to driving my big shaft deep into the channel that had borne me.

Until I finally fell asleep, I lay next to her, one of my arms and legs just lightly touching her, my hand gently stroking my meat. When I woke up the next morning, alone in her bed, I wondered what she had thought waking next to her son, his large cock flapping outside his shorts, evidence of my ejaculation on the front of my shorts and my bare stomach.

The three of us spent the next two days talking, discussing various possible plans for Sophie’s pregnancy and schooling. She was adamant that she was going to have her daughter (tests at school in Champagne had confirmed the baby’s sex), and that she was going to raise her. She apparently had gotten pregnant in early October and was now five months gone, her child due about mid-July. She wouldn’t tell us who the father was, just saying he was a good looking, smart junior, a one night stand, a man she had no interest in seeing again. Her line to the two of us that, “He was a great fuck but that’s all,” stopped any further discussion, both Mom and I recognizing that the father wasn’t going to be a part of the solution.

We finally agreed that Sophie would finish her year at the U of Illinois (something she said she’d have no trouble doing – her last exams were early May), and then come home for the birth. After a couple of phone calls we found that her State Scholarship was transferable within state, and so it was decided she’d transfer to the University of Chicago for next year and live at home with Mom. I insisted I’d stay home too; while I had planned to go East for school and already had acceptances to Penn and Dartmouth, I had also applied to and been early accepted to Northwestern.

“I don’t want you staying home because of me,” Sophie had stated. “I know you want to go East; you shouldn’t live at home when you’re at University.” Mom had agreed with Sophie, insisting that the two of them could handle it by themselves.

“I’m staying!” I told them, and they understood instantly from my tone and manner that the issue was decided. It was great fun the rest of the week Sophie was home, the big decision had been made and now we had a million small things to discuss and plan. I felt an incredible joy putting my hand or cheek against her stomach, knowing a new family member would be soon here. The last night of her stay, as the three of us sat around the den, laughing and talking, enjoying our closeness, our love, Sophie, grinning, blurted out, “Mom, it certainly took an extreme measure to finally get my breasts as big as yours.”

And in a way it was true. Sis had had perfect tits, medium size, upraised and pointed, but they had been a good cup size smaller than Mom’s rounder, fuller but still firm orbs. Now, with her pregnancy, Soph was overflowing from the top bought for her pre pregnancy size. “I can’t wait to feel her sucking my milk, growing from the food I provide her,” she gushed. “How long did you suckle me Mom?” she asked.

“Seven months,” Mom answered, smiling happily as she relieved the memory.

“What about me?” I asked innocently.

Blushing, clearly embarrassed by the question, Mom said, “Only three weeks,” and as she continued, explaining the reason why she wasn’t able to suckle me long, I tuned out, crushed by her response.

Finally I sputtered, “But Christ Mom, I needed that milk… I might have gotten sick or not grown right, that’s probably why I developed sexually late…., maybe I’m not as smart as I could have been…”

As I continued to mutter, the two women started to laugh, thinking I was joking, not comprehending how strangely Mom’s confession had affected me. “You look like you did all right honey,” Mom started, mussing my hair as she talked. “Eighteen years old, 6′ 2″, one-eighty, scholarship student, the girls love you, what else could you want?” After not being able to lighten my mood for some minutes they eventually realized I was somehow inexplicably hurt by the admission. Grinning, Sophie said, “Alright little brother, if you’re so upset by not getting your mommies milk, I promise you I’ll give you some of mine. When does my milk start flowing anyway Mom?”

“You can and should start feeding in the first hours after birth. Initially you produce colostrums, thinner than milk and yellowish, but full of good antibiotics for your baby. Within a week you are producing milk that is rich enough to sustain your baby.”

“OK, Ritchie, about July 17th you can have a drink of your sweet sisters milk. Will I produce enough for two, Mom?”

“Don’t give your brother any more stupid ideas Sophie! But for your info, your breasts do produce more as the demand grows; it’s sorta of like ‘the more taken the more available’. You’ll have lots for your daughter.”

Although Mom had pooh-pawed the idea, as soon as Sis had suggested my drinking her milk, the idea had taken hold, and somehow I knew, and I think Sophie also knew, that soon I would be sucking milk from her beautiful breasts. Knowing this I let the subject drop and the three of us spent the rest of the night happily together.

Around two a.m. in the morning I rose naked from my bed, and moved silently to Sophie’s bedside. Lifting aside the thin sheet covering her, I gazed hungrily at her body, and then slipped onto the bed beside her. After softly caressing her growing mounds for minutes, I then lowered my lips over her now erect nipple. As I sucked I felt her stiffen, slowly roused, “Ritchie, is that you? Oh God, yes, oh suck me hard,” she urged. “Oh fuck Ritchie, I can’t wait to feed you my milk,” she added, panting now as my lips insistently sucked on first one, then her other nipple.

Later, as we lay panting, side by side on our backs, lightly touching, she tentatively moved her fingers to my groin. Grasping my shaft firmly she moved her head downwards, and just before she lowered her lips over its large top, she said, “I think its time I repaid the favor.”

Of course, I had already been sucked by Gina, and another of my dates had given me a blow job in the back of her daddy’s car, but this was altogether different. As soon as I felt her teeth lightly moving over my shaft as she took me in, her tongue lapping eagerly as he passed, my now impossibly big penis exploded, filling her mouth with a flood of my semen. As strands of white fluid leaked from her lips she quickly rose and kissing me deeply shared her meal, the taste of my cum being delivered by Sophie’s tongue, doubly exciting.

“Well Ritchie, as long as you feed me I’ll feed you,” she said smiling, “And now I want to feel your beautiful fat cock in my cunt. I hope you’re capable bro, my pussy is dripping for him.”

Instantly hard, my boner straining upward, I whispered, “But is it possible for you to have sex Sophie? You’re five months pregnant. Is it OK for you?” Her only answer was to swing her legs over me, and then drop her liquid center onto my hardness. Minute after minute she rode me, moving urgently, demanding with every downward stroke a total penetration, a complete filling of her depths. Finally, as shudders started to radiate outward from her centre, and as pressure in my balls produced the inevitable explosion of ejaculate, she leaned over and our lips met.

After the tremors of our mutual orgasms had passed, she lay quietly on my chest, my now semi-erect penis still partly in her. As we stared lovingly deep into each others eyes, I started to tell her how much I loved her, how much I needed her.

“Shhhh, you don’t have to say anything Ritchie, I understand.”

“I got to say it Soph. Listen, you know I’ve been with Gina, a couple of others, I liked it, but shit, it wasn’t the same, not even close. I love you, always will. I don’t know, maybe you feel different, but you are all I ever wanted, all I’ll ever want. Last year, fuck, I dreamt of you every night, I hated the thought of you with another man, I always wanted it to be me, God I was…”

“You! What about me. Fuck. After I left you last fall I cried, I cried almost the whole way to Champagne. Mom was trying to reassure me that I’d like University; she thought I was upset about leaving home. I was crying because I sent Gina to you, I kept seeing you two in my mind, kissing, sucking, touching, fucking…Christ, I wanted Mom to turn around, I wanted to come home and make love with you…. I thought I had lost you for ever. At Christmas, shit, I was pregnant and you were screwing Gina, I almost died. If you want me, I’m yours for ever,” she finished, sobbing in joy as we embraced.

I slipped out of her bed at five in the morning, and later that morning, as her ride to school picked her up, we both smiled, happier than we had ever been, knowing we would always be together.

As the weeks passed, Mom and I had a great time, making lists of all the things we had to get done before the birth and slowly working through the items. Mom, although originally distraught at Sophie’s news, was now looking forward to the new family member with great eagerness. The one thorn in the ointment was my continual revisiting of my lack of my Mother’s milk and finally I realized she was getting a little pissed off at my questions. I stopped mentioning it to her to keep peace in the house, but I was still interested in the subject and spent hours on the internet researching lactation, breast feeding and future health, and anything else I could find on the subject.

My sex life was also pitiable, as although girls were approaching me all the time, I got home from every date frustrated. Once you’ve had sexual intercourse its difficult to play all the little games teenage girls demand, ‘yes that’s okay’, ‘no not tonight’, touch her breast but don’t kiss them, she’ll stroke your cock through your pants one night, the next no, etc., etc.

Finally, on a Friday night in mid April, I blew up at my latest date. Laura had the hottest body in the class but was the master of yes-no, go-stop, oh I love it-you pig school of teen cockteasing. After a movie, and a couple of drinks and some dancing at the local bar, we ended up at one a.m. in her living room necking. We were both hot, her body’s reactions showing her hunger for me. And yet, as my hand moved to her breast, a breast she had been pushing into my body all night, she protested, ‘Oh Ritchie no, not tonight’. Pissed I just walked out on her and downed two beers in my car before driving home.

Arriving home, high but not drunk, I stripped down and grabbed a shower, wanting to clear my head before sleep. Walking back to my room, covered with just a small towel around my waist, I heard Mom call out, “Ritchie, is that you? How was your date?”

I entered Mom’s room to find her sitting up in bed, reading by a bed lamp, her body covered with an almost transparent silk slip. “Hi Mom,” I said as I sat down on the edge of her bed, “If you must ask, it was shitty, that bitch is a real cocktease.”

“Ritchie!!! Don’t ever talk like that to me. Are you drunk Ritchie?”

“No, Mom. I just had a couple of beers, I’m sorry about the language. I’m just tired of the bullshit, that’s all,” I finished, putting one arm around her and laying my head on her shoulder. I then told her about my frustration with teen girls and dating. “And Mom, you’ve got nicer tits than any girl I’ve been out with this year,” I said, as my free hand went to her breasts and quickly moved over their surfaces.

“Ritchie, no, stop it, stop it right now,” she insisted shrilly.

“Oh Mommy, please, let me see them, touch them, suck them,” I pled, still caressing, and finding her nipples erect, moved both hands quickly to the hem of her short slip, which I rapidly raised over her head. Naked except for matching white panties, Mom blushed, momentarily too shocked to protest. Immediately I had one of her breasts in my left hand and the other between my lips as my right hand gently moved caressingly through her hair. At first she struggled against my hands, mouth, but slowly lay back, letting me suckle, her enjoyment of my touches only indicated by a soft purring like noise that rose from deep inside her.

After spending more than ten minutes sucking each breast I fell back, strangely satisfied, almost ecstatic. Lying beside her, I finally told her, “Thanks Mom, I love you, you know. Christ, and to think I could have done that for six months.”

“Don’t start Ritchie, just don’t,” she warned.

“Can I ask you something Mom? And you won’t get mad?” Seeing her nod, I continued, “What do you do for sex? I mean you’re a really beautiful woman but you don’t seem to go out with anyone. I never really noticed until the last six months but you’re so beautiful, so sexy. You must like it? Even all my friends think you’re hot.”

“They do! Who?”

“Christ they all do. You know, Jimmy and Bill were over the other day when you were dressed in shorts and t-shirt. The whole way over to the field afterwards they were talking about how sexy you were, how hard they got whenever you were around. I had to threaten to thump them before I got them to shut up about you. You even make me hard, look,” I finished, pointing at my rampant penis, proudly standing.

“It’s been hard Ritchie,” she began, tears in her eyes, “I loved sex with your Dad. He was my first lover, you know, I never would have cheated on him. Then he left, with that slut, bimbo Dental Assistant; I could have killed them both. Then I didn’t have many chances, I was working and I had you two. I didn’t have a lot of opportunities to go partying on a Friday or Saturday night.”

“Geez, I’m really sorry Mom. You should have told us.”

“Ya, right, I’m going to tell my teenage kids, ‘Oh, Mommy’s off to get laid, go to bed early children’. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. I did get have a few flings over the years.”

“Who with?” I demanded.

“One thing I can teach you Ritchie. Don’t talk to others about who you’ve slept with. It’s your business and your lovers, no ones else. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got it Mom.” And then as Mom watched spellbound, I moved my hand down to my shaft and slowly started to stroke him.


Taking her hand gently in mine, I moved it so that she was touching him, not helping but not fighting the contact. “Mom, I’m so Goddamn horny I’m going to come with your help or without. Pleassse…”

Saying nothing, she finally bent to the task, one hand manipulating my balls as her other caressed my shaft, concentrating as she worked. Again and again she brought me to just short of climax, each time bringing me down before that incredible rush up my shaft could start. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of non stop ecstasy, I exploded, with strings of hot cum spouting upward before falling back onto my chest and stomach. As she milked the last drops from him, she exhaled, simply saying, “He’s so beautiful,” and then kissed his tip once lightly.

As I lay on my back, pools of cum forming on my body, Mom moved to clean me with a corner of the sheet. “No, its okay Mom, let me,” I said and then dipped a finger and brought it to my lips. As a second finger full slowly slipped into my mouth, I felt her tongue flickering across my nipple, drawing my seed into her mouth. As I lay still, her tongue moved all over my body, cleaning, swallowing, until she finally took my semi-hard shaft into her mouth and licked him clean.

Later, as we lay comfortably in each others arms I asked her, “Can I do something for you now Mom? I want to please you like you pleased me.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she said reddening, “I think its time for sleep now. But thank you Ritchie, I loved what we did tonight, no regret at all. I love you son but you know we can’t do this again.”

We slept in each others arms that night, and notwithstanding Mom’s last words, we both knew there would be more nights like this one; our sexual delight in the other was too strong to deny.

Three Fridays later, in early May, just days before Sophie’s return from school, I again had another frustrating date with Laura. Arriving home late, about 2:30 p.m., and pissed off, I showered quickly and then went looking for Mom, my penis already three-quarters hard. There was no sound from her room or light under her door, but I entered her bedroom anyway, naked, ready to overcome any protests she might have. The hall light behind me combined with lights from the street gave me enough illumination to see Mom, who was lying naked on top of her sheets, her skin gleaming under the warmth of an early Chicago heat wave.

Swiftly crossing the distance to her bed, I joined her, and suspending myself on knees and elbows just inches above body, I ran my hands gently over her, quickly finding and then entering her pussy with first one and then a second finger. I found her already moist, and knew she had been dreaming of sex before my arrival. Not willing to wait a second longer, I spread her thighs wide with my hands and then brought my penis to her gateway, its big head throbbing in anticipation. I plunging deeply, and even asleep it seemed Mom’s cunt was welcoming me eagerly, wanting my hardness to fill her.

As I pulled almost completely out and then stroked deeply into her for the second time she awoke, instantly aware of the violation of her body. I could see the emotions rapidly flash across her eyes, first surprise, then fear and then recognition. As we stared at each other I finally saw in them her acceptance and happiness seconds before she said, “Oh, Ritchie, oh yes Ritchie, make love to your Mommy, yes baby, fuck mommy.” It was over almost too soon, our mutual excitement driving us quickly to orgasm as Mom’s loud cries of delight echoed through the house.

Still hard and deeply embedded in her still vibrating pussy, I started to move again, this time slowly working her, hoping to prolong our pleasure. There was no question if I was satisfying her as soon Mom’s grunts and moans and cries and screams rocked the room, her noises the deep, guttural sounds of animal pleasure. A third and then fourth time we came together, and each time our lovemaking lasted a little longer, almost impossibly our orgasms seemed more earth shattering.

Lying side-by-side I finally said, “Jesus Mom, I definitely think you’ve been going way, way too long between fucks. Christ, I can’t believe how hot you are. We better hope the walls are soundproof or the police will be here any minute. Have you always been so hot? So noisy? So sexy? Christ, I forgive you for not suckling me.”

“Oh Baby, I didn’t know. I never guessed. I liked it with your Dad but shit, it wasn’t even close to this. Hell, thirty-eight years old and I finally get properly fucked. Oh, let me see your beautiful prick. I want to touch him, and kiss him, and lick him,” she finished, now laughing happily. She sucked me eagerly, not willing to stop until I had come in her mouth, grinning as she swallowed my seed.

In the days that followed we spent all our free time making love. We made love in the morning before I left for school and she for work; we fucked before, sometimes during and then after dinner; and then we retired to bed for the rest of the night, exploring each other’s body endlessly. The day before Sophie’s return I told Mom how Soph and I had had sex at Easter and how much we loved each other, and that she would have to share me with her daughter. “Good,” she said, surprising me, “we all belong together. I was worried about what Sophie would think, whether she’d want to stay with us when she found out.”

Two nights later, naked, I entered Sophie’s room as she lay reading in bed. “Ritchie, oh goody, get in,” she said, pulling down the sheet to welcome me.

Bending down, I lifted her off the bed, and as her arms went around my head, she looked at me quizzically, obviously surprised by my action. “We’re going to Mom’s bed tonight Sis,” I started, smiling as I carried her down the hall.

“But Ritchie, what’s going on, please, not in Mom’s room,” she protested, “She’ll kill us, she can’t know about us…”

“Shhhh, don’t worry,” I said, opening Mom’s door and carrying my naked sister to the bed, where I deposited her next to Mom, also naked. After giving Sophie a long, passionate, tongue filled kiss, I turned to Mom, and knelt between her legs. After quickly lifting her butt up and off the bed, I entered her as I pulled her toward me. Mom’s gasp of pleasure was echoed by Sophie’s cry of protest as I pumped my piston impatiently into Mom’s delicious cunt.

“Mmmmooootherrr, what are you doing?” finally escaped from Sophie’s lips, an expression of pure astonishment on her face. She watched as we fucked, our noises ringing through the room, and finally I could see her touch herself, her breasts and her clit, as Mom and I climaxed noisily.

Smiling, Mom reached over and slowly caressed Sophie’s cheek, whispering softly to her, “I seduced your baby brother honey. I hope you don’t mind but I just love his big hard cock in me. Feel how nice he is,” she continued, taking Sophie’s hand and placing it around my again hard shaft.

“But Mom!” she started to protest, a protest that was immediately stopped by first my lips and then Mom’s. As Sophie involuntarily began to respond to Mom’s kisses, to her tongue, I lowered my lips to her breasts, drawing each of her now large nipples in turn into my mouth. Soon the two of us had Sophie panting and groaning, her body thrashing in joy from our ministrations. “Oh fuck, yesssss,” she screamed as her climax shook her.

We slept together that night; Sophie nestled softly between her Mother and I. Waking the next morning there was no uneasiness between us, it was as if we had always known subconsciously that we were made for each other, that somehow our threesome was natural and had finally made us complete. For the next two months we slept together, our sexual couplings only held somewhat in check by Sophie’s pregnancy. The excitement of the coming birth also captivated us and as the big day approached our nervousness increased.

Sophie, after much discussion, had finally convinced her doctor to allow Mom and I attend the birth and at 5:25 a.m. on July 11th Katrina Eva Warinski was born, all 8 pounds, three ounces of her. Watching her head emerge from Sophie’s loins was the most awesome thing I had ever seen, and I knew that I would always protect this beautiful child with my life. I had immediately become her Big Brother, Uncle, Father and Protector all rolled into one, and ultimate misery awaited the person who hurt her.

An hour later while sitting in Sis’s hospital room, watching Sophie with Katie sucking eagerly at her breast, I had to restrain myself from joining my little niece. My cock throbbed almost painfully as Katie fed, her tiny lips feeding hungrily. That night at home, I made love to Mom like a man possessed, images of Sophie’s milky breasts driving me to sexual heights I had never approached before. Two days later Sophie and Katie came home and I hovered around the two, anticipating their feedings, rapt as I watched.

Her sixth night home, Sophie joined Mom and I in bed, and fed her daughter while sitting between us. After finishing and slipping Katie back into her crib at the foot of the bed, she crawled back between us and whispered to me, “I have lots left Ritchie, suck me, suck your big sisters milk,” while offering one of her fat nipples to me. I instantly drew it between my lips, so eager to finally taste her. As the first stream of Sophie’s sweet milk splashed onto my tongue, and down my throat, my penis rose into a huge erection, so powerful that I could feel the blood flooding into it.

While shifting to the other nipple, I asked Sis if I had been doing it OK, and seeing her nod I moved to it, while begging Mom, “Suck me Mom, oh please suck my big cock while I drink from Sophie.” While Sophie caressed my balls and Mom took me deeply into her throat I fed, swallowing her golden elixir. After spurting copiously between Mom’s vacuum like lips, I fell back from Sophie, her hot milk dripping down my chin. Mom kissed Sis deeply, clearly sharing my big load of cum with her smiling daughter.

This was just the first night of our sexual unions that included Sophie’s milk. Soon I was fucking Mom, her cries echoing throughout the house, as I suckled at Sis’s breast. Then, later Mom joined me at her daughter’s breasts, both of us sucking, drinking as my penis pounded deeply into Mom. Sophie also insisted that she swallow me every night, laughingly arguing it was good for her health, that my sperm was full of essential vitamins, proteins, etc. Soon Sophie was ready for the feel of a hard cock and loved feeling me in her as Mom and I suckled.

We lived this way for eleven months, right into June of this year. Both Sophie and I did well at our respective schools this past year, but both look forward to a break this summer. Katie is perfect, healthy and loving, perhaps the best baby ever born, although her proud uncle may be slightly prejudiced when it comes to her. Mom wanted Sophie to wean her child (and us also) and finally convinced her in mid-June when she came up with a strange proposal.

“I’ve read all the stuff on the web about lactation that Ritchie found,” she began, “And I’ve decided to try ‘induced lactation’, I want my little baby boy to finally taste his Mommy.”

Both Sophie and I argued with Mom, telling her she was too old, it was too hard, she’d never be able to do it, etc., etc., but our arguments only made her more convinced of her plan. With advice from her doctor (yes, it was OK to try, but don’t expect complete success), she started a regime, using a breast pump and certain drugs to induce lactation. As Sophie weaned us all the last couple of weeks, I wondered if Mom could ever produce even a little drink for her son, and was surprised and delighted to see her breasts grow ever larger, her nipples thicken, knowing that I would be fed again. Last night as I pumped furiously into her furiously gripping cunt, I tasted my Mom’s delicious milk for the first time in nineteen years.

Making love to a woman as you suckle at her breast is an indescribable pleasure, and to do it with your sister, your mother, is doubly so. I know I won’t have long to enjoy this new delight with Mom, and that it may be a couple of years before I drink again from Sophie’s luscious orbs, but it has become a part of our sexual history and our love. I wrote this tale so that hopefully some of my readers will enjoy this almost ultimate gratification in the future. Good luck, there’s nothing better than your Mother’s and Sister’s milk.


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