This is the story of my new stepmom's breastmilk after giving birth to my sister.
Once again, I have to point out that I am not an English-speaking native, so grammatical horrendencies and major language fuckups are to be expected.
Try to focus on the underlying story instead.
This story contains breastmilk, if you do not like that, then move on to the next story.
Main characters:
Me, Steve 18
Carley, stepmom 30
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Three months ago I became a new half-brother at the age of eighteen.
Even though I knew this could be considered normal, it still felt strange being so much older than my new sister.
My dad was 53 and two years ago, he married a 28-year-old woman. Cutting to the chase, she had her child three months ago, at the tender age of 30.
It was strange when I went over to see them with a baby at first, but over the months I got used to it.
One day I walked up to my Dad's place, took out my key, and unlocked the door letting myself in.
"Hello!" I screamed as I walked in.
"Hey Steve," my "stepmom" Carley called. "In the living room."
Walking into the living room I was a little startled as she was breastfeeding Lindsey on the couch.
I wasn't offended or anything, I just didn't expect it. She must have noticed that.
"I hope you're not offended by this," Carley said looking up at me with a smile.
"Was just finishing giving her snack before I put her down for bed."
"Oh no, not at all," I replied quickly.
"Good," she replied with a soft smile. "I'll be right. Going to put her down and let your Dad watch her for a while. Though he's taking a quick nap, had a hard day at work I guess."
"Figures," I said with a bit of a knowing look.
"Yep, that's him. Always the party crasher," Carley said and got up from the couch. In doing so, I got a view of one of her breasts as she hadn't put that side of her spaghetti strap top back on yet.
She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and while I had noticed it before, her breasts really had grown quite a bit since her pregnancy. Probably has a lot to do with the milk stored in them now. She used to probably be something like a B cup, I never looked that hard really, she was my stepmother after all. But now she must be a large C cup I would think.
When she came back, I was sitting on the couch with a bottle of water. Walking back in I looked a little more closely at her breasts and entire body, they really had grown a considerable amount.
Carley was very good looking at 30 years old, especially considering that she'd given birth three months ago. She had pretty pale skin but thick black curly hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and her lips were a bit wide with great fullness. She was pretty much back in good shape, loosing most of all that extra pregnancy weight, which just in three months is pretty amazing. Carley was pretty tall, about 5'8″ and what she wore only helped make her look better. Not that she really needed it.
Since it was the middle of summer, it made sense that she had on the black spaghetti strap top which she had put back into place but still no bra. She was then wearing light-colored jean shorts that probably went to about mid-thigh, showing off her legs nicely with a pair of easy slip-on sandals.
"Would you like anything else to drink besides water?" Carley asked as she noticed my bottle of water.
"No, water is just fine," I replied with a soft smile.
"Oh being healthy tonight huh?" she teased lightly.
"Hey! I am most of the time," I shot back playfully.
"Well," she replied looking at me. "With a physique like that, you must."
"Water does help," I replied mid-laugh and with a smile. "Thanks."
Carley then walked over and sat right next to me on the couch as she turned on the TV, probably only about four inches separating the outside of our legs. She turned the volume down low enough so we could hear each other talking still.
"So did you have a decent day?" Carley asked turning her head to look at me.
"Yeah it wasn't too bad," I replied with a smile.
There was a moment after I replied that we both looked into each other's eyes a second longer than normal before we both turned our heads to look back at the TV.
"Ahhh crap," Carley sighed as she stretched her legs out in front of her, stretching her muscles.
"I forgot the breast pump in the kitchen, and I am so full of milk right now. Lindsey didn't want much earlier."
She gently held her breasts underneath them on the bottom as she referred to how full they were.
It was then that I noticed her nipples were really hard and pushing outward underneath her top and there the region was wet from escaping milk.
I didn't think they were like that when she walked in, so it must have happened sitting here.
It felt kind of wrong marveling at her breasts like that, but I can't say I didn't like it either.
"I can go get it for you," I replied looking back at her eyes.
"Oh no, don't worry about Steve," she replied with a soft smile. "I can do it later."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," she replied with a smile.
As she said that she moved herself right next to me, the sides of our bodies touching and she laid her head down on my shoulder, "I'm sure."
I wrapped my arm around her, letting my hand rest on her shoulder as I held her gently.