Chapter One
Riley Baxter sat in the rocking chair in one corner of the bedroom she'd lived in for twenty years of her life, breastfeeding her infant daughter. She was not married; the young man who was the father of Emily had left town two days after learning he was going to be a father, and now Riley had the task of raising her daughter on her own. Yet, it wasn't all that hopeless since her parents had offered to help in any way they could, which is why she was still at home instead of college where she had originally intended to be at this stage of her life.
Still, there was always the local community college and Riley meant to take advantage of it as soon as Emily was old enough for daycare. There were so many things she wanted to do and she realized that she still had plenty of time to pursue a college degree. Having a baby at the age of twenty might be a minor setback, but she still had a lifetime ahead of her. And looking at her baby girl as she suckled her mother's right nipple, Riley knew in her heart that her little girl was not a mistake or a setback. Emily was certainly no inconvenience.
When she thought about it, which Riley had done a number of times, she had to admit that getting pregnant was just as much her fault as it had been Rick's. First, she had not made her boyfriend wear a condom that last time and she hadn't been on birth control. Had she taken the necessary precautions she wouldn't have gotten pregnant. But that was the conundrum: had she insisted on precaution, she and Rick would not have had sex that night and she would not have Emily in her life now. That was sort of the Catch Twenty-two – damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Secondly - and this goes a long way toward defining why she didn't insist on Rick wearing a rubber - Riley was oversexed. She was addicted to sex. Since the night she lost her virginity to an old boyfriend when she was sixteen, the young woman had been nearly overwhelmed with sexual urges that were oftentimes very powerful.
Riley's daughter finally had enough and the young mother rocked the little girl to sleep. As she laid Emily in her crib, Riley heard a small sound at the bedroom door. She smiled as she stepped away from the crib and sat down on the foot of her bed. She knew the source of the noise: her eighteen-year-old brother had made a habit of peeking into her bedroom while she breastfed her daughter, hoping to sneak a glance at her milk-filled tits. It hadn't taken a rocket scientist to discern the reason for Alex's appearance outside her door every time she fed Emily.
It was because her younger brother was eighteen and filled with the normal sexual urges of a boy his age that Riley had not objected to Alex stealing a look at her breasts when she fed her daughter. After all, she had the same trouble; there had been many nights, especially while she was pregnant and craving a cock in her dripping wet pussy, that she had felt the same mind-gnawing urges. And that was why Riley had started opening her shirt wide when she breastfed Emily, so that both of her breasts were exposed to Alex.
Riley wasn't aroused or sexually interested in her younger brother, even though he was considered a hunk by girls his age, and it didn't mean that she was unsympathetic to his problem. She was aware that boys Alex's age liked to steal the occasional peek at a mother or sister's nude body – it was just the way of young guys, and as much a part of the growing experience as getting enough calcium for their bones. Riley also didn't think it fair that (she couldn't really define why she thought this) her brother should skulk around. Maybe because of her own sexual habits, or the absence of inhibitions, that she didn't mind letting her brother see her breasts.
Alex was still standing in the hall, peering through the door, which was open about eight, maybe ten inches. Riley had known that as long as her breasts were exposed, her brother would stay in the hall looking in through the door. In a way, she was flattered by his attention. She pushed a long strand of raven hair from her face and shrugged from the blouse. It was the first time she'd totally exposed her breasts this way in front of Alex and she thought she heard a long groan coming from the hall.
"Alex, come here, please," she called out suddenly. She listened and waited, then after a couple of minutes, she said, "I know you're out there, Alex."
The door swung open slowly and she turned her head to watch her younger brother slip into her bedroom. She smiled to herself when she saw how hard he tried to keep his eyes from her milk-filled breasts. As he walked further into the room she pretended not to see the bulge in his boxers that he was nonchalantly trying to cover with one hand.
"Have a seat, little brother," she said indicating the desk chair a few feet from where she sat on the edge of the bed. "I want to talk to you."
"Um, do you think you might ought to cover up?" he chuckled. His voice betrayed his nervousness.
"Why? You were out in the hall for thirty minutes watching me feed Emily." Riley grinned when she saw Alex's cheeks turn a bright red. "You've been copping looks at my tits for at least two weeks."
"I-I'm so s-sorry," he stammered. "I won't do it anymore. I promise."
Riley grinned. "Don't worry, Alex, I'm not mad but you should be careful or mom and dad will catch you."
"I know, and I am."
Alex looked relieved that he wasn't in trouble. Still, even when she leaned back on the bed a little, thrusting her breasts out, his eyes still wavered and sought other objects to look at. In a way she could understand her brother's obsession with looking at her tits and she simply didn't see anything wrong with it as some women her age might.
"I don't mind if you look at my tits, Alex," she smiled. "I mean it doesn't mean anything bad and it isn't like we're having sex. Besides, it's flattering that my little brother likes looking at my tits."
"Really?"
"Really," she smiled warmly.
At first he wasn't comfortable looking at his sister so boldly but finally Alex inhaled deeply and dropped his eyes to his sister's breasts. They weren't big, even with milk in them, but they were a nice shape with nice fat nipples that she knew drove men crazy. And Riley saw the familiar look of desire in her brother's eyes as he stared at them.
"Why do you like looking at my tits?" she asked after a few minutes of watching Alex ogle the milk-filled globes. "You're so good looking and you must know a hundred girls who have bigger and nicer tits than me."
