**This story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters and places are fictional, and all characters are over the age of 18**
My nipples were the bane of my existence. At 18, I was cursed with huge DDD tits and big pink areolas. And they ached all the time. I had to visit the restroom often, just to rub them and massage them, my nipples demanding attention. Even the friction of my bra made them more sensitive and demanding. I wore thick bras, but they still poked out. The only relief I got from their ache was in playing with them and giving them the attention they craved. And worst of all, I had a fraternal twin sister, Emma, who had been gifted small perfect apples of tits with puffy nipples that didn't seem to have the same issues as mine.
It was hard to be discreet, so I spent a lot of time in my room or the bathroom. Then, something happened that would change my life forever. After graduation, we were given the opportunity to go stay on our father's ranch. We'd never really met him before--we jokingly called him the sperm donor, but then the invitation arrived to visit his horse breeding ranch.
He was a very large man--six foot four easily and broad with huge muscles contrasting with the silver in his hair. He told us we could call him Daddy or Kane--whichever we found easier. He led us to the room we'd be sharing. I inwardly groaned because at home we'd had separate rooms which made taking care of my needy nipples much easier.
I'd already had to attend to them in the airport restroom and in the tiny plane bathroom too, but by the time it was bedtime, I was in agony. I waited till I was sure my sister was asleep then pulled my nightgown to my neck and gave into the need to rub and tweak and play. I had to work to keep my breath steady and even and not pant. Sometimes I could get relief just from playing with my nipples, making good feelings come, but other times it all got to be too much, the pressure building and building until I had to rub my pussy.
This was one of the times when I needed to rub but I did it as quietly as I could, pinching my nipples with one hand while rubbing with the other. Finally, the good feeling raced through me, making me shudder and shake and giving me enough relief to be able to sleep.
The next day we were given a tour of the ranch and barns which took most of the morning and was followed with a lunch and then our first horse riding lesson. It was all very fun, but the pressure on my pussy from the riding had only made my tits ache worse than usual and by the time we were back at the house, I was desperate.
Thinking my sister was occupied with the TV, I snuck off to our shared room and released my titties from my bra so that I could rub my nipples.
"What are you doing?" My sister's voice behind me nearly made me jump.
"Nothing. Nothing." I quickly yanked my top back down.
"You're always touching them," she said, voice gentle. "I know you think no one can see, but I've noticed. Is something wrong?" I never was able to keep a secret from her. "Yes," I wailed softly. "They ache all the time. It's weird, but unless I play with them, they drive me crazy."
"Can I help?" She came closer behind me, cupping me through my top. "Maybe if someone else does it..."
"You wouldn't find it weird?" I whispered.
"No." I could almost feel her blushing. "I... sometimes I see your titties when we're changing and I think..."
"Yes?"
"This is embarrassing, but I think about..." She lowered her voice even further. "I think about sucking them. I have dreams about it even. Sucking them like a baby, you know?"
"Oooh." I couldn't stop the low needy sound that escaped my throat. I had had similar thoughts about how good having them sucked might feel, but had never thought to bring it up with anyone. "Let's try that."
"Sit on the bed."
I did as she asked and pulled up my top again. She settled her head in my lap, right below my aching nipple. Instinctively, I cradled her head in my arm. Taking my breast in both hands, she brought it to her mouth. It took her a few tries to decide how to suck--delicious torture that had me panting hard but then she latched on, sucking me deep and rhythmically.
It was like we fell into a trance, her suckling and me panting, the good feelings coursing through me, much more intense than my own play. For her part, she whimpered around my nipple and squirmed, legs moving restlessly.
After a while, I stroked her hair while she continued to suck.
"Does baby need to switch sides?" I whispered, again going on instinct and what I'd witnessed in nature.
"Yes." She hungrily latched onto the other breast, dry nursing it too. Her little moans and whimpers grew more pronounced, and her hand slid down her stomach.
"It's okay," I whispered, and her hand disappeared into her shorts. It didn't take long before she bucked her hips and sucked harder than she had. She released my nipple with a pop.
"Did that help?" she panted. "Yes." I couldn't believe it, but it really had.
"Dinner," Daddy Kane called from downstairs and we quickly put our clothes to rights and headed down for food and TV watching.
By bedtime however, my nipples were needy again, and Emma seemed to know because as soon as the lights went off, she whispered, "How do they feel now?"
"Achy," I admitted. "But I loved that earlier."
"I did too. Scoot over." She came and crawled into my bed. I pulled up my nightgown and with no further urging, she latched on, sucking and licking and making happy little noises.
After she'd been at it awhile, I began to feel guilty.
"Do yours ever need it too?" I asked.
"Not like yours, but let's try just to see," she said eagerly. She scooted up so she could feed me her small tit with its puffy nipple. As she had done to me, I latched on, and she cooed. "Oh yes. That's a good baby."
The more I sucked, the more she trembled and shook. "Harder," she whispered. "Like you're getting milkies."
I sucked more urgently and she gasped, hips bucking as her hand found its way into her panties. I could tell when the good feeling came for her because she moaned softly.
"Let me go back to yours," she panted. This time, she settled down more, sucking slow and soft, like we could fall asleep that way, her at my titties. And we did indeed fall asleep that way, and the in morning, I awoke to her soft nursing. She spent a long time at each nipple, making me feel good feeling after good feeling, even without touching my pussy.
Eventually, we had to get on with the day, but for the next few days, every chance we got, she gave me "relief" by sucking my nipples, and occasionally I would do the same to her. She would sometimes wake me up in the middle of the night, sucking them, and would nurse a good hour or longer at bedtime. It seemed to soothe something deep inside both of us.
Then one day we were busy most of the day with chores and a trip to town for groceries, and it was nighttime before we got to be alone and by that point I was more sore and achy than I'd ever been. The skin on my titties felt stretched, and they felt much heavier than usual.
When she finally came to my bed, I was so eager for her, but a new sensation occurred when she suckled, a deep tingling feel. "You're milky!" She pulled back long enough to tell me. "You made milk for me."
I was weirdly proud in that moment, like I'd done something good that she really wanted. As she suckled, the sound of her swallowing made my pussy throb. We had already gotten comfortable to the point where we both occasionally rubbed during these "feeding" sessions, so I didn't feel embarrassed rubbing, moaning softly as I came while she fed on my big tits.
That night, she woke me twice to nurse, getting a little more each time. The next day, I was well and truly engorged and my free nipple dripped while she fed on the other that morning.
"Do you like it, baby?" I whispered.
"I love it," she answered before switching sides. Wanting to make her feel as good as I felt, I rubbed her nipples while she fed, pinching and pulling them.
"Need more," she panted, so I went a little harder, knowing by now that that was what she needed to get the good feeling. Her nipples didn't seem to need sucking the way mine did, but they were super sensitive and she particularly loved having them tugged. And sure enough, she bucked and moaned, climaxing on my tit, sucking down my milk.
The next few days I fed her whenever she asked, and more milk came at each feeding. My bras barely fit, but I didn't care. But then came the day when she had to leave for a few days to attend a friend's birthday party that I didn't care to go to. I liked the ranch and was happy to stay behind, but I hadn't thought about what it would mean, not having her sucking my needy nipples.
She left in the morning, and by night time, I was so engorged that I was softly crying as I sat on my bed, unable to get the milk out enough for relief.
"What's wrong?" Daddy Kane appeared in the doorway, his big frame filling it. He wore only a pair of shorts, no shirt or shoes and seemed to have recently showered judging by his damp hair.
"Nothing." I scrambled to wipe my face.
"Don't say nothing. You're missing your sister, aren't you?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how close you two are." He came to sit next to me on the bed. "I've heard you both at night."
I gasped, heat rushing to my pussy. He'd heard? Us? I should have been embarrassed, but something else, hotter coursed through me.
"Walls are thin," he continued, reaching an arm out to stroke my shoulders. "Don't be ashamed. Nothing wrong with you both enjoying yourselves. Natural."
I couldn't speak so I nodded.
"But you have to remember, I'm a rancher. I've seen enough mares and heifers to know when something's wrong. And if I'm not mistaken, she's brought your milk in, hasn't she?"
"Yes," I whispered. "And now I can't get it out."
"Oh, that is a problem." He rubbed my shoulders and back. "Take off your top, sweetheart. Let me help. I'll be right back."
He returned with a metal bowl and some towels. His big body sat behind me on the bed, huge hands cupping my engorged tits.
"Oh sweetheart, look at your teats. You're hurting something awful, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. I liked how he called them teats, how he made me think of the animals on the ranch.
And with that, he started milking me with his big, strong hands, long pulls that massaged my whole aching titty.
"That's it," he coaxed as the milk started hitting the bowl. "Don't be embarrassed. Your body was made for this, made to make milk. You're just a natural, that's all."
He scooped me up onto his lap so he could milk me easier, giving me the bowl to hold. I could feel his hard bulge under my bottom, and I couldn't help squirming as he milked me more and more.
With Emma, I'd be rubbing now, but I wasn't sure about doing that in front of him. But he seemed to sense my discomfort, stopping the milking motion.
"Take off your shorts, honey. Panties too. It'll make it easier."
Somehow it being his suggestion did make it better. Something in me wanted to comply, wanted this, had been waiting for it, even. I stepped out of my panties and shorts and returned to his lap. This time, he had me straddle his thick thigh.
"Now you just let me take care of you." He resumed milking me into the bowl, and I couldn't help but rock on his thigh, moving in rhythm to his milking. "I feel like a cow," I whispered, pussy getting wetter at the words.
"And you like it," he chuckled. "Nothing wrong with being a little cow sometimes. You can be my little cow. Now that's a good little cow," he praised as more milk streamed out. "Bet your sister loves this, doesn't she? Loves feeding on your big udders?"
