Emily’s Xmas Milk

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This story involves sex between consenting, 18 year old and older, family members (siblings). It also features female lactation. If this is not what you were expecting please click away.

2:00 p.m December 18th 2009

“You’re staring at me again.” But there’s no real complaint in my sister’s voice as she utters the words. In fact, her eyes show a mischievous delight.

“So do you want me to go?” I challenge as I take a few shuffling steps back towards the open den door. I’d just finished my last day of high school before the start of the Christmas holidays but I hadn’t hung around long at the class party. I hadn’t wanted to be late.

Emily quickly nods no and as she does my three week old niece’s lips slip off the teat they’d been sucking on. My eyes immediately lurch downward to the drop of milk that suddenly appears at the end of her suddenly freed nipple. I lick my lips.

“She’s hungry today,” my sister says as she shifts her daughter to her other fat nipple. When I move my eyes upward to catch hers I can’t miss the satisfaction that glows from them — she’s again caught me staring and admiring her breasts!

I groan inwardly as I watch little Abby’s mouth latch on and then start to nurse. Seconds later I’m sitting next to my sister on the couch. I try to hide my erection!

If you’d told me three months ago that I’d be spending ninety per cent of my waking hours thinking about my sister’s tits I’d have called you crazy. Laughed at you.

“Yeah sure,” I would have scoffed. Emily? She’s like five years older than me I’d have argued. She’s married. My sister for crying out loud.

She and her new husband Gavin had moved in with us after they’d both graduated from College last May. Due to the economy and to Emily’s surprise, very unplanned, pregnancy. They’d got married during their Spring Break last February and somehow, either because of too much to drink or too much sun, Emily had returned home from her Caribbean honeymoon with a daughter growing deep inside her.

She hadn’t got an abortion although I know there had been some talk of it at the time. So two months later, with degrees in hand, they settled in with us, with my parents, my sister Gretchen and yours truly. One big happy family!

We were. Seriously! We had lots of room in our house and although Dad grumbled a bit about having paid for Emily’s education only to be saddled with supporting the married couple, the truth was that he and mom were delighted at the thought of a granddaughter in the house.

And me? I quickly found out I was too. Eighteen year old high school male seniors don’t usually think about pregnancy a lot. Instead we spend most of our time thinking about pussy. And how to get some. I know I had. And not only my girlfriend’s.

But something had happened to me last summer. The pregnancy had fascinated me. Watching the metamorphosis of Emily’s body had been almost stupefying to me. And of course she’d noticed. And perhaps because her husband hadn’t shown the same interest she’d turned to me for support and maybe even something else.

She’d let me touch her stomach as it grew. Later I’d put my lips on her soft skin and whispered to her unborn child. Her breasts grew — I noticed. An intimacy grew between us. Not quite sexual at first but…

I dreamt of my sister. And as the months passed something unthinkable and unplanned happened. SEX! The thought of sex with my sister interfered. I whacked off to thoughts of my sister. My married sister. And even when I was making love to my girlfriend I found myself thinking of Emily. Of her growing tits.

How sick was that?

But I’d figured that it would pass. Emily would become too big. Or once she’d had the child my fantasy would pass.

But then she had Abby and it got worse. After watching just one milking I was hooked. And I’d almost immediately known I was going to drink from my sister’s breasts. It had slowly become an obsession over the past weeks.

So here I am, on a Friday afternoon, watching my big sister getting milked by my niece. And I wanted my share! And Emily, against all odds, liked me being there.

“So does Gavin?”

“Does Gavin what?” she asks as she takes her eyes off her daughter for a second to look up at me.

“Drink from you,” I say softly, still trying to hide my desire. I still haven’t figured out why she not only tolerates my presence at these sessions but actually encourages it. “When you’re alone I mean,” I clarify.

“My milk? From my breast?” she asks and I can’t help but hear the amusement my sister finds at my suggestion. I nod yes. She laughs and then adds, “He thinks it’s yucky, that I shouldn’t even be breastfeeding her. He thinks I should wean her asap.”

“Whaaaat! Is he crazy?” How dumb is my brother-in-law I wonder as I look adoringly into my big sister’s eyes.

“He’s afraid they won’t be as nice later on. Daddy doesn’t like watching it either. You’re the only one who seems to like it, to like them. To like my breasts.” It’s the first time she’s complained about her husband in front of me.

“Gretchen likes watching too,” I argue.

“Maybe,” Emily concedes but then adds enigmatically, “or maybe she’s just trying to figure out what her favourite brother is up to.”

“I’m up to nothing,” I protest as my cheeks start to burn. “I’m just interested. I’ve never–” But I didn’t get to finish my half formed thought — Emily interrupts me.

“I don’t mind … I’m glad you’re here,” she admits softly.

“You are?” She nods her head yes. Suddenly brave I blurt out, “I don’t know what he’s worried about anyway. They’re beautiful. They always will be.”

She can’t hide her happiness at my words, in fact her mouth breaks into a wide smile as she asks, “Really? You like them?”

“Uh huh,” I answer as I watch her lift Abby from her chest and offer her to me.

“Burp her?” she asks as I gently take my niece from my sister and start to pat her back. But she doesn’t immediately cover herself and as I minister to my niece my eyes continually flick back and forth from Abby to the beautiful, full, milk laden breasts that stand so proudly just inches away.

“They’re too big,” Emily complains as she cups her hands under her breasts and lifts them. There’s no shyness in her movements, in fact it’s more an offering than anything else. She’s displaying herself to me. We both know it.

“I love them … love you,” I say softly.

“You’re crazy,” she says with a giggling laugh but still makes no move to cover them. Instead I watch as she squeezes them and seconds later drops of creamy milk appear at the end of each nipple. She’s playing me. I still haven’t figured out why.

I know she loves me looking at them. Was it possible that she’d like to feed me? That she wants my lips at her nipples as badly as I want them there?

A couple of minutes later we both leave the room… the shows over for the day.

3:30 a.m December 21st 2009

We’d slowly slipped into a routine in the weeks since Abby’s birth. Breastfeeding. What the heck, what’s so special about it? But I’d been captivated by the spectacle from the first second I’d seen Abby suckling at Emily’s tits. And Emily knew it!

She’d recognized my interest immediately and had encouraged it. Whenever she’d been breastfeeding around the house in those first few weeks she’d done it as modestly as possible. Hiding her feeding child under strategically placed pieces of cloth. That is unless it was just she and I in the room. Then the show would start.

I learned her schedule and outside of school hours I magically appeared at exactly the right time. She’d teased me at first but always in a way that let me know she liked me being there.

But it was the night time feedings that had become the special ones. The ones where we knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. The ones where there was no shyness between us. The ones where she displayed her breasts proudly to her horny younger brother.

I invariably woke up whenever I heard Abby’s plaintive night time cries for food and would immediately rise from my bed and join them. But tonight I’d been out with my girlfriend and had only just got home in time.

“Are you just getting home now?” I can hear the hint of complaint, even some jealousy in my sister’s voice.

“I was afraid I’d be late,” I answer as I cross the room and then sit next to Emily and put my arm around her. We all know our places now. I’m still panting from having run the last two blocks.

“She waited for you,” sis answers as she cradles her daughter’s head to her breast. I watch the babies lips hungrily latch on to her nipple.

“Thanks for waiting sweetie,” I say as I move my other hand so that my fingers are able to gently caress the top of my niece’s head. For seconds neither of us say anything, instead we’re content to simply watch the feeding. I watch almost breathlessly as I slowly start to slide the back of my hand down across Abby’s cheek.

And when it accidently slides off her cheek and onto the side of Emily’s breast I can’t help but feel the tremors that spiral upward through her body. They match the excited jerk of my penis. She’s as excited as I am!

But she ignores my touch and asks, “So where did you and Jenny go tonight anyway?” Sis’s question is delivered in a tremulous quaver. There are goose bumps on her arm.

“A movie,” I stammer, my nervousness obvious as I watch my finger hovering centimetres away from where Abby’s lips are working feverishly.

“Til now? It’s almost three thirty.” Another complaint. She adjusts her daughter and in doing so her breast accidently comes back in contact with my fingers. Or is it an accident?

“We’re not old folks like you married guys,” I tease then add, “We went back to her place.” My focus is so intense on the milk filled tit that I’m hardly aware of our words. Again my finger lightly brushes across her breast.

“Did you guys make out?”As she asks the question she shifts Abby to her other nipple.

“Some,” I answer as I watch a drop form on the abandoned teat. My hand, hanging in the air is suddenly trembling.

“Do you sleep with her?” There’s an excited curiosity in Emily’s voice.

“Uh huh,” I answer and then the middle finger on my left hand decides to act on its own and swoops down and captures the drop of milk just as it’s about to fall.

“Don’t,” she says as I push the milk laden tip of my finger between my lips. She’s too late! She watches as I lick my finger.

“It’s good!”

“You shouldn’t have!” But she can’t keep her excitement from her eyes.

“Why not?”

“It’s Abby’s. We can’t waste any.”

“You have lots,” I answer. “In fact I’ve been studying it. I went on line today and read all about lactation.”

“What’d you read?”

“It said that the more milk a baby takes, the more you make. It’s good for you. And the baby. And whoever else.”

“Whoever else?”

“Whoever else you choose to feed.”

“I only feed little Abby.”

“You’re lucky I’m not your husband.”


“Because you’d have two mouths to feed.”

“Well you’re not. And you can’t have any more.”

As she talks I know I’m going to have more, that there is no way I’ll be able to control my need. But it’s time to change the subject.

“Her breasts aren’t as nice as yours.”

“Whose aren’t?”


“She lets you see them?”

“I tried to milk her tonight.”


“She didn’t have any milk.”

“She let you–”

“Touch them, suck them?” I finish for her.

“You two are too young to be doing stuff like that,” she admonishes even though I know she wants to hear every detail.

“We had already fucked,” I answer, using the ‘f’ word to shock her.

“You shouldn’t use that word, its ugly.”

“Three times.”

“Three times what?” I don’t answer. “You made love three times? Tonight? With Jenny?”

“Uh huh. Then I tried to milk her.”

“She’s on the pill isn’t she? You use protection?” I nod yes to both her questions. “You’re too young.”

“There are other ways to get milk you know. You can induce lactation. I read all about it.”

“You’re crazy.” Emily smiles as she says the words and then lifts her sated daughter off her breast and hands her to me. “Be careful,” she instructs as I start to pat my nieces back.

“Jenny thought I was crazy too,” I answer with a laugh. And my girlfriend had laughed when I’d told her it was possible for a girl to lactate even if she hadn’t been pregnant and had a child.

“I explained ‘induced lactation’ to her.”

“I’ll bet she loved that,” Ems says with a smile. For seconds we just look into each other’s smiling eyes without saying anything.

“I guess I better get back,” she finally offers. But I know she really doesn’t want to go. I could stay here all night!

“Yeah,” I agree reluctantly as I uncoil my six foot two inch tall body from the couch and slowly stand. But before leaving I bend down and lightly brush my sister’s lips with mine. “I love you,” I whisper, then turn to go.

“Why are my breasts nicer than Jenny’s?” I hear whispered from behind just as I’m about to slip out the door. I turn back. She’s still uncovered, bare from the waist up. I look my sister directly in the eyes, then slowly move mine lower to the full, round mountains that have dominated every waking thought I’ve had for the last three weeks.

I lick my lips. “They just are,” I say, then turn and flee. I’d made love with my girlfriend three times earlier tonight and yet my cock is huge in my pants. I know Emily noticed.

I wanted her to. And as I lie naked in my bed minutes later, stroking my cock, I realise it’s never been just about her milk…

Afternoon December 22nd 2009 – Gretchen

“You’re a real perv,” I hear whispered in my ear. Then my sister giggles when I jump about six inches up out of my chair.

“You’re supposed to knock,” I instruct my little sister for the thousandth time.

As usual she ignores me as she leans over my shoulder and peers at my computer screen. “Breasts! That’s all boys ever think about,” she complains as she looks at the video playing on the screen. It shows a young Japanese girl being milked by her lover.

“You’ll grow some someday,” I answer even though I can feel her firm, young, teenage breast bumping against my shoulder.

“You’re soooooo funny,” she replies as she stands up straight and pulls her shoulders back in a pose that extenuates everything she’s got. She looks down into my eyes and challenges me to look. I do. Slowly. I caress her curves with my eyes before finally venturing a, “In another two or years when you grow up….”

She punches my shoulder. Of course I knew she would. We know each other too well. And Gretchen, a veteran of these sibling wars, quickly goes back to the attack.

“You want to milk Emily don’t you?” she asks, then adds in a tone only a teenage girl can manage, “and she’s your oooown sister for crying out loud.”

“I’m interested in the process, the–”

“Oh sure, Doctor Timmy,” she scoffs. But she’s smiling.

My sister and I are best friends. Always have been. At a just turned eighteen she’s only eleven months younger than I am. Siblings like us, born so close together, invariably either become enemies or friends. We’d been lucky.

Actually it’d been Emily who’d never really fit in. She had been the odd fifth wheel between the duo of mom and dad, and Gretch and I. With her being almost five years older than me I’d never really got to know her growing up.

She babysat Gretch and I but really hadn’t played with us.

She’d been off and away to college before I’d gone through puberty so I’d never really noticed her sexual attractiveness until she arrived home married and pregnant.

I suddenly realise as I talk to Gretchen that she’s as baffled as I am about the whole milky Emily fixation I’ve been showing. And I know I’ll never be able to fool her…

Late at Night, December 23rd 2009

Both my sister and her baby smile at me as I come through the den door. “You shouldn’t keep getting up like this,” Emily complains but we both knew she’d have been disappointed if I hadn’t come. Our routine has become fixed.

“What’s that?” she asks even though she can’t help but recognise the photo album and the saucer I’m holding in my hand for exactly what they are.

“Have you ever seen this album before?” I ask as I sit down next to her and open the album on my knee.

“I don’t know. Who’s in it?” she asks as she looks. “Oh my gawd,” she gasps as I turn the page and reveal pictures of our mom she’d never seen before.

“Is that me?” I watch as her eyes dart around the two pages, trying to see everything at once. Pictures of her mother, topless and sitting on the edge of her bed, feeding her newborn.

“Yes,” I answer as I put my arm around my sister. Abby, happy at her mother’s breast, notices nothing except the teat in her mouth.

“Where’d you find it?”

“By accident. A couple of weeks ago. I was looking for something in the attic.”


“It wasn’t exactly hidden but–”

“Daddy must have taken them,” she says as she slowly fingers each photo. I know she must be thinking the same thoughts as I had when I’d opened it for the first time.

I turn the page. The next pictures are from another day but the subject is the same — mother and daughter. This time both were naked as our mother suckled her newborn. I watch as Emily takes in mom’s tangled triangle of pubic hair.

“It’s weird … daddy and mommy doing that.”

“I know.”

“We shouldn’t look at them, they’re private,” sis exclaims but makes no effort to close the book. I simply turn the page in answer. More of mom and Emily. Then, as I continue to turn the pages, other pictures, pictures of mom and dad, pictures I quickly skim through. Private pictures. Pictures children shouldn’t see of their parents.

Emily gasps out, “Daddy’s penis,” as we flip by one particularly revealing shot. Then pictures of me appear. It was my turn to get photographed at my mother’s breast.

“These are the ones I really wanted you to see,” I say as I flip the page again. There are four pictures, two on each facing page. I’m being held in my four and a half year old sister’s arms. Mom, topless, and obviously just having finished feeding me, has a broad grin on her face as she watches her little girl trying to imitate her.

“You see, you wanted to feed me eighteen years ago,” I say triumphantly.

“I did not,” she answers as she examines the pictures.

“You know Emily, your breasts are even nicer than moms were back then,” I compliment.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.” But she’s beaming.

In answer I lift the shallow saucer from where I’d dropped it on the couch and offer it to her.

“What’s that for?” But of course she knows. I wait. “We can’t, it would be wrong,” she finally offers. There’s an excited blush on her cheek.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can’t.”

“Do you want me to do it then?” I ask as I move my hand towards her breasts.

“NO! Stop that,” she almost shouts as she pulls her body back from me.

“Then you do it,” I insist. Emily slowly moves her hand under and then cups her left breast. I watch spellbound as she caresses and squeezes streams of milk from first one, then her other teat. Her cream splashes into the saucer. I wait.

And then I lap her mother’s milk from the saucer when she finally offers it to me. “More,” I insist when I’ve licked every drop from the saucer.

“I don’t have anymore.”

“Your brother’s hungry.”

“He’s a bad little boy,” Ems answers but she takes the saucer from my hand.

“He loves his sister’s breasts,” I answer reverentially.

“He shouldn’t,” she answers as a stream of milk suddenly spurts from her nipple and arches between the gap between us and then splashes against my cheek.

I know as I lap up the second saucer full that for my next feeding I won’t need to bring the saucer…

Christmas Eve

It’s late on Christmas Eve but, unlike in the famous Christmas story, there is a creature stirring. Three of them in fact. Sis, Abby and Uncle Timothy.

“Merry Christmas Abby,” I coo in my niece’s ear as I lift her from her basinet. She immediately stops her crying and smiles up at me. “Mommy will be here soon honey,” I promise as I offer her my finger. She’s just realizing there’s no milk in it when her mother comes through the door.

“And Merry Christmas to you too,” I say as I pass my niece over to her mom.

There’s no shyness in her movements as she quickly lets her negligee slip off her shoulders. No artful adjustment of her clothes as she brings her hungry child to her chest. “None for you tonight,” she promises me but I can see she’s happy I’m there. Happy that I’m looking at, and admiring, her body.

“No time anyway,” I answer as I pull my digital camera out of the pocket of p.j.’s.

“No way, don’t you dare,” she says the second I aim the camera at her. Abby, her face buried in her mother’s bosom, ignores the flash.


Ignoring her I walk over to the light switch and flick on the overhead lights. Then I turn on each of the three reading lamps in the room. “We won’t need the flash now,” I tell my sister as I start to photograph her.

“Don’t. Pleeeease Timmy,” she says as she attempts to cover the breast Abby isn’t feeding on.

“Smile,” I order as I lift her hand away from her body. I continue to snap pictures.

“What if someone comes?”

“They’re all asleep,” I answer.

“We shouldn’t,” she says but she belies her words by arching her back while cupping her breast.

“Christmas milk … Christmas breasts … Christmas baby,” I say reverentially as I continue to shoot. “We’ll make our own Abby and Emily album.”

“No one can ever see them,” she orders as I, finally finished shooting, put the camera back in my p’j.’s pocket. It bumps against my raging cock.

“Except us.”

“Don’t even let Gretchen see them.” We both know that request is an impossibility to meet given our sister’s curiosity and her mastery of computers.

“I’ll take some more, next week, during the day,” I promise.

“It’s wrong,” Ems insists but we both know we’re going to do it. Neither of us has done anything near as exciting in our whole lives. And as I stand I know she can’t help but see my erection poking straight out. The thin cotton cloth of my p.j.’s can’t hide its need.

I stand still in front of her and wait until her eyes zero in on my rearing mast. Finally she tears her eyes away and looks up into mine. “Merry Christmas,” I whisper as I bend down and kiss her. A quick kiss, but not a brother’s kiss. A wet kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispers back when our lips break apart.

“And you do know what I want you to give me for Christmas don’t you?” I ask as I back towards the door.

“I caaaan’t. You know I can’t,” she pleads to my back as I disappear.

Christmas 2009

I bought Emily a sweater for Christmas. A cashmere sweater. A vee necked, ivory colored pullover that the second I it saw on the mannequin in the store I knew would be beautiful on her. A sweater that I knew would highlight her breasts perfectly. Her milky breasts.

Of course its choice presented me with some problems. Like how could I give my sister a two hundred dollar gift without doing the same for Gretchen. And mom. And especially for my girlfriend Jenny. So I ended up spending just about every cent I’d saved from my summer job. It was worth it just to see Emily’s breasts encased in cashmere.

Fortunately Gretchen was delighted by her gift, a dark red silk, sleeveless top that I knew would be perfect for her to go out nightclubbing in. It was an adult top, a sexy top. A top a girl wouldn’t wear a bra under. She smiled when she unwrapped it.

So I got points from everyone.

Christmas Night, 2:30 a.m, December 26th 2009

Emily’s waiting, sitting on the couch, when I slip into the den just after two thirty in the morning. She’s wearing a negligee I’ve never seen before, a shimmering, almost translucent, pink, spaghetti strapped, piece of silk that hangs like gossamer over her full, round breasts. It hides nothing!

Abby’s lying silent in her bassinet on the floor.

“She’s still sleeping … I fed her at midnight … I may not have to feed her til morning,” Emily whispers as I walk across the room. All I’m wearing is a pair of white boxers.

“More for me then,” I answer.

“It’s wrong Timmy. We really shouldn’t … what would people say,” she stammers out as I sit beside her on the couch.

“It’s perfectly natural. You’re just feeding your poor hungry brother,” I say as I slip one of her negligee’s straps off her shoulder.

“Did you bring a saucer?” She knows I didn’t. And I know she didn’t want me to bring one. She’s decided. I slip the other strap down. For a second the soft cloth continues to cover her, held in place by the two erect nubs that are straining outward from her aureole. Then it falls, dislodged by a quick sidewise jerk of her body.

She lets out a low moan the second my two hands cup the still jiggling breasts.

A groaning, needy, “Timmeeeeeee, ” follows as I start to caress her heavy, milk laden orbs. Within seconds droplets of my sister’s rich milk have formed at the end of each of her thick nipples. I dip my head! Lick first one, then the second. Then I open my lips and welcome her thick nipple into my mouth. Suck. Swallow. My sister groans again as she puts a hand around my head and pulls me even tighter against her.

My cock is huge!

“It’s different, so different,” I hear Emily say when I finally release her nipple.

“What’s different?” I ask as I move my lips to her other one. Her milk flows easily into my mouth.

“It feels different when you do it. Compared to Abby,” she adds. Of course it does! And it’s got everything to do with the erect cock that’s angrily trying to poke through my shorts.

“I’m hungrier,” I mumble through her milk filled tit.

“You suck harder … it’s more like … you’re bad, so bad,” she complains but her voice is a satisfied purr. I suddenly feel her free hand, a hand that had been resting innocently on my hip slide downwards. ‘Touch it’ I scream inwardly as I clamp my lips down and suck at her nipple with a new intensity. My hand squeezes and forces a thick stream to splash deep into my throat.

“Timmeeeeeeeeee!” And as she cries out her pleasure I feel her small hand tentatively touch the tip of my penis through my shorts. I continue to suck. To milk. Emily’s hand slowly explores me, tracing every inch of my straining length.

And so my sister feeds me while stroking me. But we don’t go any farther that night…

Afternoon, December 28th 2009

“She let you didn’t she?” my little sister demands. She’s again burst into my room without knocking. I’m watching another lactation video. How does she know I wonder to myself as my suddenly blushing cheeks give me away.

Gretchen has just got home. If she’d been a half an hour earlier she’d have caught me photographing Emily. We’d actually taken the pictures in Gretchen’s room due to the sunlight that floods into her south facing room in the afternoon.

On Gretchen’s bed. Emily, naked, feeding her daughter. Then, with the camera mounted on a bedside tripod we’d taken pictures of me drinking from my sister’s breasts. And then a video.

“Let me what?” I try to ask innocently.

“Milk her.”

“I didn’t.”

“Hah! Liar.”

“Even if I did it was just so I’d know what it’s all about. For when I’m a doctor.”

“Yeah right. And I saw your pictures mister smarty.”

I’d known she would. Gretchen was our family’s computer genius. Whenever anyone of us had a computer problem she fixed it. She knew our passwords. And Gretch was nosy. Over the years I’d come to accept that anything I did on the computer would be eventually be discovered by her.

So why had I downloaded the breastfeeding pictures from the other night to my computer?

“You did, didn’t you,” she asks insistently. I nod yes. “Perv,” she accuses. I smile and wait. “What did it taste like?” she finally asks.

I ignore her question. “Will you let me when you’re a mom?” I ask instead.

“Let you what?” Of course she knows.

“When you grow up. Marry. When you’re a woman.”

“I’m already a woman. And why would I let you?”

“You know why,” I answer.

“If I did it would only because you gave me such a nice Christmas present.” There’s a promise behind her words, a promise we both know will be eventually delivered on.

“When they grow big that is,” I add.

“They’re already as big as the girl on your screen,” she answers as we both turn to watch the milking taking place on my computer. Seconds later she’s gone.

I start to download today’s pictures. Gretch will discover them within days…

Late at night, December 29th 2009

“We shouldn’t do it every night. Besides, you had some yesterday afternoon too,” Emily mock complains the second I sit down next to her on the couch. One of my hands has immediately moved to caress her long, flowing hair while the other seeks out the breast my niece isn’t feeding at.

“You’re beautiful,” I answer as I lean over and find her lips with mine.

“You can’t have any til Abby finishes,” she orders when our lips separate.

“Yes mommy,” I answer.

“And don’t get an erection this time.”

I don’t address the erection question, instead I say, “Gretchen saw the pictures.”

“What!” A shriek. I kiss my sister again. And the second she’s got a sated Abby settled in her basinet I position myself on my back in my sister’s lap. I lift my head and reach for the closest nipple.

“Not too much Timmy,” she cautions the second I capture one between my lips. Her arm snakes under my head and supports me as I start to milk. My cock is harder than it’s ever been and suddenly pops out through the slit in my boxers.

“Bad little baby boy,” she says the second she sees it waving in the air. But almost immediately her warm palm closes around it.

“It’s your turn to milk me,” I say as her hand starts to slide up and down my glistening shaft.

This time she finishes what she starts. And by the time my cock starts jerking out my creamy sperm I’ve finished milking Em. My head is lying back in her lap, her breasts hanging ponderously above, and I’m groaning as I watch each strand of cum hurtle upward from the end of my prick. Then splatter down, most on my chest and stomach although one arches through the air and lands on Emily’s cheek. She shrieks.

“Your turn,” I finally say when the last drop of cum has been drawn from my penis.

“My turn what?” She knows! I wait. Finally one of her fingers dip into the pool that has formed around my navel. Slowly she moves the cream laden tip of her finger to her mouth. I watch as she tastes me. Watch when she looks up at me and smiles.

“It’s good. Much better than–” But she stops before she mentions her husband’s name. Then she lowers her head and trails her tongue down across my nipple and then starts to lap up my sperm.

I’ve never been as excited in my life…

2:30 a.m. January 1st 2010

“Are you awake?”

“Uh huh,” I answer from my bed.

“He passed out.” In the moonlit room I can barely see Emily standing in my bedroom doorway. I lean over and flick on my bedside lamp.

“Mom and dad were wrecked too, it’s lucky you weren’t drinking,” I answer. My parents and Emily and Gavin had arrived home a half hour earlier from their New Years Eve party. Emily, due to her still feeding her daughter, hadn’t had any alcohol and hence had been the designated driver. Yours truly, dateless since Jenny had gone to Florida with her parents for a ten day vacation the day after Christmas, had been left in charge of Abby.

“Is Gretchen home?”

“Yeah, she got in just before you, I think she’d been drinking too.”

“What? She’s too young,” Emily protests but without much conviction.

“Shut the door,” I instruct as I thrown my sheet back and roll out of bed.

“You’re naked.”

“Your babysitter’s hungry,” I say as I walk across the room toward her.

“You’re always hungry. And you’ve got an erection too,” my sister answers. “A big one.” But she doesn’t move away as I walk up to her nor does she say a word as I slip her straps off her shoulder.

“Mommy’s so beautiful,” I compliment as I let my eyes wander downward to the neat triangle of hair growing between her legs.

“I’m not your mother,” she complains as I take my sisters hand in mine and lead her to the couch.

“Milking only tonight,” she tries to insist as I sit down on the couch. My cock, huge and upright against my stomach, tells her otherwise.

“Sit on me … straddle me,” I instruct.

“Like this?” she asks as she climbs up onto the couch and onto my lap. She rests her knees, spread widely apart, on the couch cushion on each side of my thighs. I feel her bum settling down onto my thighs as I pull her head towards me.

“Yes, just like that,” I say before capturing her lips. And as we sit necking, hungrily kissing, I can feel the milky dampness of her breasts as they push into my chest. And feel her moistness down below as my rearing penis is captured between our stomachs.

“We shouldn’t, it’s wrong. Against the law … the Bible,” she protests even as her hand snakes between our bodies. My hands find and caress her bum.

“It’s so big.” As she says the words she runs my penis, the penis she’s captured in her hand, slowly up and down her slit. Her wet and ready sex. Then adjusts her body so that my cockhead slowly levers her open.

And then the head of my penis is inside her. Emily groans as she lowers herself. “It’s too big,” she complains but her smile belies her words. And then she starts to move up and down.

I come almost immediately, embarrassingly quickly except for the fact that Emily’s insides are pulsing around my penis in her own orgasm.

Was it different from doing it with Jenny or anyone else? Better? It shouldn’t have been, it was just a cock going into a cunt. The incredible release of ejaculation came just as it always did. So why were tears falling down both our cheeks, mingling, just as our sexual juices were down below, as we held each other in a post orgasmic embrace?

“Timmy–,” Emily finally whispers but can’t articulate her thought and leaves the word hanging. Our lips tenderly brush away each other’s tears.

I’ve fucked my sister! My married sister. And she’s welcomed her little brother’s cock into her cunt.

And my penis, which should have been sapped by its ejaculation, is still rock hard and completely ensheathed in my sister’s sticky grotto.

“You were so tight … I didn’t think after the baby –”

“It’s because you’re so big.” A loving smile on Em’s lips.

“It was better than–”

“Than Jenny?”

“Than anyone. Than anything I’d ever dreamed.”

“You’re bigger than Gavin.”

“Am I?”

“It’s never been like this,” my sister adds. The words really aren’t necessary, we both knew seconds into our lovemaking that we’d never experienced anything like it before.

“Then we better do it again,” I say as I stand, supporting her rear end as I do so, not allowing my penis to slip out.

“It’s late, I should probably get back.” But she locks her legs around my back as she utters the words.

It’s harder, more physical the second time. She’s on her back on the bed, her legs spread and lifted high in the air. Deep, hard penetrations. Noisy penetrations. On both our parts. For a second I wonder if Gretchen is listening through the wall but the thought is lost as Emily’s fingernails rake across my back.

I hook her raised ankles over my shoulders. Ram into her welcoming center. Pull out. Then in. Deeper. Harder.

It seems to last forever. Takes us to a place neither of us had ever been. I sucking her mother’s milk when my cum starts to burst up my shaft.

And then we lay in each other’s arms. Peering into each other’s eyes. Silently promising the other the future.

“You’re beautiful,” she finally ventures.

“So are you.”

“I’m fat.”

“You’re so beautiful.”


“C’mon, I’ll walk you home,” I answer, then reach out for her arm and pull her up from the bed.

“Someone might see.” Neither of us really care. Emily picks her nightgown up off the floor where it had fallen but doesn’t put it on.

We walk slowly down the upstairs hallway, naked, and first past Gretchen’s room and then our bathroom before we turn the corner and head to the suite that Emily and Gavin occupy. She turns and melts into my arms when we reach her door. Our lips collide. Mash moistly and hungrily together. As we kiss, our bodies are plastered together from thigh to groin to stomach to chest, I reach around her and push open the door.

“Go,” she finally whispers.

“Don’t you want me to tuck you in?” I ask as I back her in through the door.

“He might wake up.” Hearing my brother-in-laws drunken snore I know there’s not a chance in a million that he’ll wake.

“Timmy,” she pleads as I pull her against me again.

“You’ve given me another hard on,” I accuse.

“You have too many hard-ons … we can’t do it here.”

“Kiss it goodnight then,” I say. For seconds she looks up into my eyes before I see the slight lowering of them that signals her capitulation. Then, after a quick glance over at her sleeping husband, she slides down my body to her knees. Her moist lips circle my hardness. I watch my brother-in-law snoring on the bed.

A final kiss to its tip and then she rises and delivers one last kiss to my lips. “I love you,” she promises.

“I love you,” I answer. We both know that it’s just started. That there’ll be a hundred more nights like the one we’ve just spent. She slips from my arms and then down onto the bed. She’ll sleep with her snoring husband tonight. But with my cum leaking out from between her legs.

I reach down in the semi dark and find her sex and gather up a finger tip full of our joint sexual emissions and then quickly dab the orgasmic emulsion on my brother-in-law. On his neck, on his cheek, on his nose, on his lips.

“Don’t,” Emily gasps out but I’m already finished. I’ve marked my territory.

I turn towards the back of the house and my bedroom. My cock, even after its ejaculations, feels heavy as it swings between my legs. It’s still sticky with Emily’s juices.

I’m a step beyond Gretchen’s bedroom door when I pull myself to a stop. Was her door open before I ask myself as I turn back. It is now. A gap of six to eight inches. Even as I try to remember I know that it was shut completely when I’d escorted Ems down the hall just minutes earlier.

For silent seconds I peer into her room, watching the form under the sheet on her bed.

I know she’s awake. And also know that she’s aware of what just happened between her sister and brother.

I finally tear my eyes away from her bed and hurry back to my room.

It’s sitting on my bed, held up by my pillow. A card. Centered in the circle of light that emanates from my bedside reading lamp. A lamp I hadn’t left on.

A Happy New Year card. “I love you too” is the unsigned message I find inside. And as I contemplate it my computer suddenly announces that I have mail.

‘I thought you’d like to see your Xmas present being used — and stretched (even if I don’t stretch it as much as so and so…) can you guess what I want to give you for your birthday? remember it’s only a month from now … lol…’ the email announces. I click open the attachments. Gretchen’s beautiful in red silk. I scroll down.

Other pictures follow… nothing is hidden … everything is promised…


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