Bees Story My Story Ch 18

"Hi everyone! It's been a hell of a year huh? I'm sorry I haven't been very present lately. I feel like every time I find myself intending to spend more time here, stuff happens offline that pushes my motivation elsewhere or kills my mood for engaging on here. I'm sorry to those I've been unable to respond to, and for not getting to the comments on my last post as soon as I wanted to, as soon as I'd normally like to. I've really appreciated all of your comments, all of your messages. All the times people mention me in the comments of other posts with nice things to say about me. I wish I could post more often, more regularly because I really do love giving you guys updates, but it's not always easy. I'm always unsure how much you'll like my latest posts because I feel like it's hard to make interesting updates after our first time happened. That's hard to top. As always I hope this post was worth the wait though. Thank you all so much for reading!<3

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Friday July 17, 2020

I've been so restless. I miss the sense of normalcy that comes with going out in public, going up to the studio for work, going to the club to perform on weekends. I miss my friends, and especially my girlfriends. I'd take the tension and uncertainty of Monica talking us all into skinny dipping again just to get to spend some time with everyone.

After I made my last post, I asked my brother if he wanted to read it. He declined, though I suppose he still may have read it on his own. It did get him talking a lot about it all though. He talked about how incredibly hot it was for him to read about everything to do with my milk. Particularly the emotional sensation as well as the physical. I asked him if that was why he had been wanting to drink from me so much more, and he actually seemed as if he was unaware that he had been.

"Maybe subconsciously?" He reasoned, looking a little embarrassed about it.

He also talked about how he wishes I would write erotic fiction, because he'd read it all, but then decided that actually fucking me and causing me to write the way I do was definitely preferable to just reading about how my mind works. How it was surreal to get to experience this side of me, my sexuality, not just through my written accounts but first hand when that entire aspect of my existence would... SHOULD normally have been a complete mystery to him. It was flattering, of course, and whether it was his plan from the start or not, as he sat next to me on the couch-- brushing the hair out of my face this morning, gently tucking it behind my ear, it all made me incredibly wet and achy.

Once my legs started shifting as I rubbed my thighs together to generate some friction, he smiled, clearly pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah." I said, rolling my eyes, before getting off of the couch and onto my knees, turning to bend over the coffee table. I let my ass sway from side to side in front of him. "Just take care of this, please." He'd been busy with course work most of the day, and I just wanted to get some chill game time in with him and have him help me with my milk, so I was hoping to make this quick.

I felt him move behind me, his hand running up and down my back before slipping under my top to touch my skin. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders, and up behind my ears, muttering sweet nothings as he came within earshot. I could feel my body growing hot, knowing he wanted to really get me riled before he gave me what we needed.

"Please! I'm ready, you don't have to-" I stopped when I felt him pull my panties to the side. Maybe I misunderstood his intentions after all, maybe he just wanted to get down to it as much as I did. He brought his hand to my pussy and traced my slit firmly with his fingertips, letting them spread me as he pushed into the furrow slightly. He circled around my entrance and started to apply pressure before he pulled his hand away.

"So mean!!!" I pouted, as I heard him suck his fingers clean behind me.

"Mmmhmm." He responded, and I could practically hear the grin on his face. "So sweet."

I pushed my ass back insistently, feeling his bulge through his boxer briefs and just imagining the wet spot I'd just left. He moaned softly, and placed a hand at my waist. I heard the sound of fabric rustling, and then he suddenly pulled my panties aside again, immediately placing his heat at my entrance. He stirred me a little, and I'm sure we both heard the signs that I was ready, and then he slowly pushed in.

It was frustrating; how slowly he moved. Letting me gradually open for him, really drawing out the sensation of my opening stretching over his head. And by the time I felt myself take in the bulb, I was feeling super impatient. I was not here for this! Once his head finished slipping in, I pushed back, smoothly and firmly taking in a few more inches. I think I got about half of him in before I felt myself stretching too much and I had to ease off before trying again. On my third attempt to fully sheathe him, I felt an orgasm take hold of me, amplified by the act of him taking over. He placed both his hands at my waist and pulled me to him until our hips met.

"Ooohhhhh..." I moaned in surprise, long and broken as my voice cracked. I bit my lip as I felt the pain I enjoy and crave, and collapsed on the table as I felt the full sensation wash over me. I savored the cool surface of the table against my face, completely at odds with the sweltering heat where our bodies connected. I felt my thighs tense and quake and tried to wait out the sensitivity. He exhaled heavily, placing one hand at the small of my back, and the other at my shoulder. He held there for a while, flexing his cock inside of me as I simultaneously adjusted for him and spasmed around him, making little sighs of contentment. Unintentionally, I tensed, squeezing up his length, a couple deliberate kegels, as opposed to the more erratic flaring from me cumming, almost milking him.

"Fuck, why do you have to feel so good?!" He exhaled. It just made me keep doing it for him, loving that he was enjoying it. I'd already gotten what I needed, everything else was just extra. Now I could focus on him. "Oh, god I can't hold out if you keep doing that." He shuddered.

"Oh?" I asked sweetly. "Is this too much for you?" I made no attempt to stop what I was doing internally.

"Bee..." he moaned.

"If you're not ready to cum you can just pull out and catch your breath." I explained patronizingly. I felt him tense, as if hesitating, trying to will himself to pull his hips back. I twisted my hips left and right, letting him push against my walls as he stirred me up. And still I kept up my pompoir. He put his hands on my ass, and I thought he was going to push me off of him, but instead he squeezed desperately, as if clutching at my cheeks would get me to show him mercy, and then he quickly grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him, causing me to yelp in surprise.

"FUCK!" He boomed, as I felt him shake against me. And then his cock lurched inside of me, before expanding and pulsing, pumping his heat into me. I bit my lip again and smiled in satisfaction. I knew he didn't want to cum like this, but fuck... it made me feel incredible to know I could toy with him in this way. In the end he was still balls deep and filling me with cum so I doubt he would complain. I was so focused on working my pussy for him that I didn't cum a second time like I normally would, but really, the first orgasm was more than enough for me.

As his honest attempts to flood my body waned, he weakly tried to thrust into me a few times, but he sucked air in through his teeth, clearly still rock hard, but overwhelmed with the sensitivity. Eventually he threw in the towel, extricated himself from me, and left gentle silent kisses on my back.

We cleaned up and I was overcome with a need to feel his lips against mine, so we made out for a little bit until we were both sated. We played some games, watched some YouTube, and went to bed. He nursed, and I had a small orgasm, after which... I actually think I fell asleep?? I don't think I've done that before. I just felt so relaxed and at peace. I just remember him sucking on my nipple gently, and then suddenly I woke myself up from a dream and he was rolled over, no longer latched onto me. Super weird sensation.

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Monday August 10, 2020

I had to return to work today. Still from home. We're working on next gen optimizations for the game we shipped recently, so it's not too demanding on my end. But it's very exciting! I'm glad to have something to keep me busy while my brother does his online courses. He's constantly asking me questions about work and what I know about the next gen consoles though. I'm trying my best to behave as I did before our game released.

I've decided to be a little more relaxed in other ways though. If we're going to be working from home for the rest of the year, I'm going to dress how I want for the video meetings. Everyone else is clearly in pajamas, I'm tired of putting on a bra for this. It helps that I can't actually tell when people are staring at ME specifically, so that little bit of... anonymity(?) helps me feel a little more brave. Though, after my first two meetings, I realized that it gives me a bit of a thrill regardless. I've stopped caring about wearing pants during these meetings too. It's not like anyone can see below my ribs anyway.

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Friday August 21st, 2020

The owner of the club I perform at called today. He's been trying his best to fight the need to reopen as other businesses have opened over the months. He's taking COVID incredibly seriously which I respect and agree with, but maintaining the club while it's not generating revenue is putting his family under some incredible financial strain. We met up at the club tonight, him and I, plus some of the staff and the band. It was hard to fight the urge to hug everyone as I hadn't seen them all since... god what like late February? Luckily everyone seemed healthy.

He's still fighting the need to reopen, because he doesn't want to risk our health or his family's, so we're going to try doing virtual shows for the next month. Collecting donations from some of our regulars and anyone else willing to pay to watch. The goal is to make up half the monthly expenses in order to keep him from having to sell the club. I really hope it doesn't come to that, I've deeply missed performing, and I'm excited to get to sing again, because my voice has really needed the exercise. The band and I all agreed we'd rather sacrifice getting paid for the virtual shows if it means saving the club. I'd love the extra funds right now, but I think it'll be more than worth it if we can ensure the club's future.

Afterward though, the band pulled me aside and talked about how IF things don't work out, they'd love it if I continued to perform with them wherever they end up finding steady gigs. I still remember when I first started, how they seemed apprehensive about performing with a young white girl over someone with more gravitas. I'm really flattered that I've earned their respect. Here's hoping we can keep working together.

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Sunday September 6th, 2020

Our mom has been sick again. COVID really hit her hard initially, and she hasn't had a smooth recovery at all. She's back in the hospital having issues breathing. Our dad has had to spend so much time alone, and even he's still not back at 100% after he'd been sick. I wish I could be there for him. I don't know what I could do to comfort him or keep him company but I just feel so bad. We're trying to be safe though, and keep from taking unnecessary risks.

We had our first virtual shows this weekend. Friday's was a little rough, there were a lot of sound issues and one of my dresses wasn't fitting me right in the chest, it felt weirdly constricting and I had to change the timing of my breathing during at least one song. It felt weird playing to an empty room, and somehow I found myself getting more self conscious than I would have normally because of the lack of audience feedback to pump me up.

Tonight's show went a lot better though, we had no major sound or video issues, the main problem was some asshole who joined the chat, clearly not a regular. He was making inappropriate requests of me, and had to be banned after a little while. We actually managed to make a pretty significant chunk of our goal just based on these two nights alone and we still have 6 more to go. I feel pretty optimistic that we can help keep the club going.

Since I hadn't performed in some time, I found myself far more worn out afterward than I would normally have been. I feel like I need to do more to stay active. I haven't really gained weight but it has been fluctuating. It might just be my own self image but I feel like I'm less toned where I want to be. My stomach feels softer and I don't think it's a good thing. I've been struggling a lot with my self esteem as this year has gone on. I'm alone with my thoughts so much now that it's easy to fixate on myself and nitpick. My brother helps snap me out of it and keeps me feeling sexy and desirable, but I don't know what it is that I need outside of that to keep me from getting like this. I'm going to start hitting Ring Fit Adventure harder. I'd been doing 30 minutes every other day. Maybe I need to be doing an hour every day.

I felt bad because I was too exhausted when we got home from the show, and my brother was clearly feeling amorous. Maybe watching me perform in the dress I felt like I was about to bust out of set him off. His hands were all over me when I walked in the door, and his lips were traveling up my shoulders and neck. It felt so good but it also just made me want to lay down and relax. I led him to the bedroom, and took my top off for him.

He was content to nurse from me for a while, I was decently full, even though he'd taken care of me before the show. The warm feeling of him drawing my milk from me and relieving the pressure just made me feel so relaxed. I ran my fingernails up and down his side and hips, noticing how hard he looked in his pants.

"I know you need help with that, but I don't think I'm up for sex tonight. I'm sorry." I admitted softly. My legs were achy, and I still felt like I was catching my breath from wearing that tight dress.

He released my nipple and responded, "Bee, it's okay! You don't have to do anything, I can take care of this later. I just want to help you with THIS right now."

I still think it's cute that he acts like helping with my milk is an entirely altruistic act for him, as if getting to suck on his sister's tits and have as much of her milk as he wants doesn't do anything for him whatsoever. His cock would say otherwise. "I didn't mean I won't still help you, just that you can't fuck me tonight." I clarified.

With one hand I started to fiddle with his jeans, failing to unbutton them. While resuming sucking on my breasts, he swiftly undid his pants himself, while I quickly tugged them down his hips and off his legs. He turned his hips so his hardness could stand fully, and I could see it twitch. As I realized my hand was already closing around the thick warmth, I found myself having second thoughts about whether or not I was up for fucking. God, sometimes I just feel like I'm a little too insatiable for my own good. I don't know how I survived so many years essentially celibate, taking care of myself before all this started with him. I'm a slut for him, I'm a slut for sex, I don't know. Hyper sexuality can be a blessing and/or a curse.

But no, I was going to stick to my guns tonight. I urged him to unlatch, and brought my lips to his, kissing him hard. I started to pump his length in my grip, savoring the feel of his skin moving over his shaft, my skin gliding over his. The warmth, and how rock hard he was for me. Then I tasted my milk on his tongue and I couldn't help squeezing him a little bit harder. He gasped into my mouth and I moaned into his. He broke the kiss for air and I found a steady rhythm to pump him with, while he caught his breath.

"I fuckin' love you." He said suddenly.

"And I love fuckin' you." I replied, unable to keep a straight face. He made a face and started to shake his head. "But I do fuckin' love you too, of course." I added. I brought my grip to the end of his length, letting my thumb rub over his head, making him slick for me using his own arousal. He moaned nice and low, and it made my lower abdomen tighten as he latched back onto my breast and suckled from me with renewed vigor.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Firmly pumping him even as I felt his cock flex and twitch in my hand. Occasionally he would suck air in through his teeth, or his hips would spasm suddenly, and I knew he was building. The closer he seemed to get the rougher he was with me, his tongue rolled my nipple more insistently, and at one point he accidentally(?) bit my nipple. Not too hard, but enough to startle me, make me gasp, and make my pussy clench in response. He followed up by rolling my other nipple between his finger tips. Biting one nipple carefully between his teeth while pinching the other with his fingers.

"HmmmMMM!!" I whined and hummed as I felt my legs twitch and an orgasm hit me. No preamble no warning, like he just flipped a switch. I could feel how wet my panties were getting and I stopped pumping him for a second. Teasing his head until I could focus on him again.

He kissed around my breasts while I sighed contentedly, and once I was ready, I slapped his thigh to get his attention. "Okay, it's my turn."

I urged him to give me space and backed him off the bed. I sat at the edge while he stood, his cock level with my throat, and practically dripping with precum. I looked up at him, tucking my arm under my tits to push them up and support them, and pulling him to me by his cock with my other arm. I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes, and I started to pump him again, clearly aiming him for my cleavage. His attention wavered, torn between watching what I was doing, watching my tits shake with my efforts, and meeting my gaze to see how completely his I was in this moment.

I felt him struggling to keep his legs still. It might have been in my head, but I felt like I could see the gears turning in his head, fighting the urge to throw me down and take me. Maybe I wanted him to at this point. I certainly wouldn't have stopped him. I just wanted to make him feel so good. His cock twitched hard and he moaned shakily.

"Are you close, baby?" I asked sweetly.

"Yeh-" he responded tersely before placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Mmm good. I want you to cum all over me. All over my tits." I breathed huskily.

"Oh fuck-"

"Cover me. Please... Make a mess on me. I want you to show me how much cum you've made for me, how much could have been inside of me. Make me regret not letting you fuck me tonight." I made a point to emphasize the ffff and the -ck in the word fuck, like some kind of asmr-tist, and I punctuated it all my licking my lips and biting them. I took deep breaths so he could see the rise and fall of my chest as I picked up the pace. I could feel my tits shaking and my arm was actually starting to get tired from jerking him off like this, so I was thankful the whole situation had him at his limit.

He gripped my shoulder tight, and inhaled sharply. I felt him throb in my grip and before I could make an effort to aim him again, I felt a warm shot hit me under my chin. It rolled to my neck and he groaned as another shot hit my chest. I moaned appreciatively for him as he came hard. He came quite a bit too, and I made sure to help him cover both tits and into my cleavage. I leaned forward and sucked his head clean until he had to tell me to stop, and fell to his knees in front of me. Now that made me feel powerful. I think I might secretly be a supervillain.