This installment is told from Raquel's point of view.
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As I drove home for spring break with my sister, I considered how I might manage my milk supply now that I might not be able to feed as much, especially since I couldn't be nearly as open about it at home as I was in the GLK house. It turns out, I needn't have worried at all. My milk-hound of a sister ensured that not a drop went to waste over the course of the week that we spent with our family. It hadn't even been a full semester since Dani was introduced to suckling as an adult, but it quickly seemed to become one of her top favorite snacks! I certainly was not about to complain, though. As much as it's a treat for her, it's also a pleasure for me as well. I feel even closer to her than usual when she feeds from me. There's just something inextricably satisfying about nourishing someone I care deeply about from my own body, something that warms me to the bone.
Our parents greeted us warmly as ever when we arrived, and all four grandparents even joined us for dinner that evening, during which they somewhat playfully interrogated us about how college was going and what it was like to be in a sorority together. "We made a couple of fast friends that I doubt we'll ever forget," Dani reported, "and we ourselves are also closer than ever, if that's even possible." Our mother and grandmothers cooed and smiled contentedly at the news, clueless about the unorthodox habit that had helped forge new bonds and strengthen old ones so quickly. I couldn't help but wonder, in a mix of morbid and genuine curiosity, just how they would react. Now, our family was not particularly conservative or anything, so once it was all explained to them, they would probably find it weird but not ultimately wrong or twisted. It was getting past the sexual connotations and the initial impression that GLK had quite suddenly turned us into pseudo-incestuous lesbians that would likely be...interesting, to say the least.
After a rousing family game of Bridge, our grandparents left and our parents settled onto the living room couch to watch their evening news and sitcom lineup. Dani retired to her room to update her blog, AllTheNerdyBits, and I followed suit soon after. My own room had been left much as it was when I graduated from high school. The sky blue walls were bare, since I'd taken most of my posters with me to college, but my trendy chrome-framed desk with the transparent desktop was still there, as was my big twin bed with its pale teal quilt and pillowcase with white throw pillows. It was in that bed that I eventually found myself lazily leaning on a pillow against the headboard with my laptop resting on my outstretched thighs, surfing YouTube.
Only a few minutes after the TV going silent signaled that our parents had gone to sleep did Dani pop in and knock on my ajar door. "Hey," she said as she closed the door behind her, "I was wondering if I could have some milk before you fall asleep."
"Of course!" I said with a smile. I closed the laptop and scooched over to make room for her to lay next to me. "We probably shouldn't let my supply build up too much anyway." While I dislodged my breasts from my tank top, my sister made a beeline for the bed and was promptly strewn out by my side. I welcomed the sensation of her seizing a whole areola in her mouth and almost instantly settling into an efficient rhythm of sucking and gnawing gently but eagerly on my full breast. I moaned softly as the milk rushed out from my nipple only for her to gulp it all down with a pleased purr of her own and wrap her free arm across my abdomen. I just kept on breastfeeding Dani for almost 15 minutes, with her gingerly squeezing the last helping out from that first breast before wasting no time in latching on to the remaining one. When she had finally emptied both of my mammary reservoirs, she licked her lips in satisfaction. "Thanks," she said. "Breastmilk really is the best kind of late-night snack!" Needless to say, Dani left me with empty breasts and went to bed with a full stomach.
The next day, my sister had to visit our general practitioner for a routine blood test, and as usual, he had instructed her to fast prior to her appointment. It was an annual procedure, and the doctor's hit-and-miss timeliness was often more of a nuisance than the test itself. This year, however, he outdid himself, and not in a good way. Dani skipped breakfast and was on her way to the clinic by 9 AM, so when she didn't return by 11 AM, my parents and I started to curiously wonder what could be taking so long. By noon, my folks and I revisited the question, and I was just about to call her when we heard someone pull into the driveway. I peered out the window to confirm that it was her, and within a minute she burst through the front door.
"There you are!" said our dad, a tall man with graying dark hair and a thin moustache. "We were just starting to get concerned. You were gone for much longer than we expected."
"No kidding, Dad," Dani replied with a roll of her eyes. "I don't think I've ever spent more time in a waiting room than I did today! I know Dr. Gandel isn't always the most punctual, but seriously, he took it to a whole new level this time!"
