My Niece's Milk
by greatpersonhooray 2020
I stirred in my seat, growing uncomfortable as my busty niece approached. She was blissfully unaware as her heavy breasts bounced with every step she took. They strained against her blue sun dress, giving it rather unusual proportions and hem that was higher in the front than the rear.
Each bouncing bosom was tanned to perfection, with a pale tan line running to either shoulder from where a bra might rest. A testament both to her outdoorsy nature and how much she liked to let her breasts out to breathe. Around and beneath her collarbone, a patch of freckles coated her otherwise immaculate chest. I was glad I was wearing my sunglasses and could take in this view. Naomi would have caught on by now.
"Uncle Peter!" the young woman cried out, spreading her arms as she descended for a hug.
"Naomi!" I stood up from my Adirondack chair, meeting her as she crashed into me, breast-first.
Her blonde head rested against my neck and shoulder as she nuzzled my clothed chest. She swayed a bit as her arms wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. For my part, I patted her head and rubbed her toned back through her dress as she pushed her pillowy chest further into me.
"It's so good to see you," she exclaimed.
"It's been too long," I admitted. Part of me was relieved to see her again. The other had been wanting to avoid her, and was the reason we hadn't met in months.
When I was around Naomi, I had certain... thoughts.
Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, the young woman looked up at me and smiled. She finally let go of me and I was happy to be able to breathe again. On her bare foot, she did a twirl on the grass, her dress raising slightly as it rose with the motion.
I continued to admire her through my sunglasses.
Her long blonde hair, always immaculately maintained. Brushed, straightened, hanging down past her shoulders. She always took such pride in her appearance, but never wore makeup. Not that she needed any. Warm white skin with a hint of freckles on her nose, and eyelashes that went on for ages. Her dark blue eyes, distinct eyebrows, her jaw, you get the picture.
Naomi was gorgeous.
"Do you wanna get dinner somewhere like we used to?" she beamed.
Oh man. Dinner.
Going out with Naomi to dinner had become a bit too similar to dating for comfort. A table for two, my niece's breasts hanging over the table as she leaned in to excitedly tell a story. The assumptions from those around us that she was my girlfriend despite the age difference.
Well, it was quality time with my niece, I reminded myself.
"Sure. How about that pizza place you like?" I suggested.
"Roberto's? Oh man that would be amazing!"
"Did you wanna wait, or we could go out now for an early dinner?" I asked.
"We can go in a minute. I've just gotta pump and get dressed and then we can go out!" she declared, turning to run into the house. Her healthy ass was too visible in her dress, along with the powerful thighs she boasted.
Despite her other appealing features, I could only think about what she'd just said. I had a lactation fetish. For as long as I could remember. For this reason, I tended to avoid nursing women. It was simply too agonizing to be so close to such a bounty.
The mere thought of milk was enough to make me rock hard. Even my niece's.
Naomi was notorious in her extended family for one little quirk: her lactation. A simple hormonal imbalance caused the young woman, at only 19 years of age, to lactate despite never having been pregnant. My niece had been dealing with this issue for years now, but she never understood what the fuss was all about.
To her, it was just a strange but pleasant quirk of her biology and a part of her routine. The family just thought she was strange, and perhaps a freak. From the frequent leaking to the recent time she left her parents mortified at a family reunion after being caught trying to suckle her own breasts in a bathroom (they might actually be too large for that).
Naomi wasn't the first in the family to experience a condition like this, though. Her mother, who is my sister, had the exact same experience. It was almost as torturous on me. Just thinking that on the other side of the wall sat a pair of milk-filled breasts, eager to provide...
While my sister had eventually gotten her condition under control with time and medication, it appeared to have manifested in her youngest daughter in a much more powerful way. The blonde girl was a veritable fountain of milk. She also boasted a much larger pair of breasts than her mother who had nursed three children. They continued to grow to this day.
I heard a dog bark in a neighboring yard and was finally whisked out of my fantasizing. I decided to head back inside the house. My sister had a very nice home. A master bedroom for her and her husband, and a room for each of her children.
Rebecca, the eldest daughter, and John, her son and middle child, were both in college. Their rooms were mostly used as storage and only slept there when they visited on break. Naomi, the youngest, was the only one left at home, hoping to find her big break and become a famous artist.
I smiled, thinking of the art studio she had set up in her room. She had quite a talent. The room was full of easels, paint brushes, pencils, pens, canvasses, pumps- I shook my head to focus back on innocent thoughts. I truly did believe that someday she would make it big. Her art was good enough for the big leagues, she just needed the right people to see it.
I heard a mechanical humming begin to emanate from her room. Quickly, I stepped into the kitchen to distance myself. Scouting some unwashed dishes in the sink, and needing a distraction, I decided to scrub them.
Just a few pieces of silverware, a bowl, some plates... empty milk bottles... I quickly cleaned all of them and put them in the dishwasher for their second cleaning. How redundant. Having run out chores in the immediate vicinity, I walked out to the living room.
Family photos lined the walls, with Naomi's beautiful smile and hanging cleavage visible in almost every single one of them. I was beginning to remember why I had stopped coming here for a time. It drove me insane. There was not a single relief. Not a single space on this property that did not immediately remind me of my niece and her breasts.
Before I could find something else to do, a door opened down the hall. Naomi stepped out with one of her trademark angelic grins, revealing slight dimples. There was a hint of pride and I soon saw the reason why.
In her hands she clutched two bottles of milk. Both were filled about halfway, to the four ounce mark. It was less milk than she usually pumped at this time of day. I wondered if she was beginning to get it under control.
"Just a minute," she said as she walked to the kitchen.
She wore short blue volleyball shorts and a grey t-shirt that clung tightly to her (mostly) thin frame and revealed far too much of her cleavage. In fact, I had caught a glimpse of her bra cups peeking out past the collar. One of those nursing bras she wore, for easy access.
Pretty much everything she wore was revealing. Despite her parent's objections, the daughter claimed to feel trapped by such extensive fabric. She much preferred dresses, shorts, skirts, tank tops, or very low-cut shirts.
The refrigerator door opened, which caused me to wince. I knew she was storing her milk in there. Her parents made her save it and donate it to hospitals and milk banks. The young woman helped out a lot of struggling mothers.
Finally, my niece emerged from the kitchen and slipped her bare feet into a pair of flip flops. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. I waved to her father, who had started to mow the front lawn after dropping Naomi off. She skipped her way to my car and waited patiently for me to unlock it.
We both settled in and buckled up. The strap dug into her breast slightly, but I was sure the extra padding couldn't hurt in a crash. I pulled out of the driveway and headed off to our early dinner as the blonde excitedly told me about her day.
When we arrived, I hesitated. I wanted the girl to put on something a bit more substantial... right now she didn't look much different from a stripper. It was always futile, though. Sighing and shaking my head, we stepped out of the car and went inside.
Soon we were seated. We ordered a medium supreme pizza. Sausage, pepperoni, olives, peppers, mushrooms (her favorite). Not many were here for dinner yet so we had our meal delivered rather quickly.
Naomi wolfed down the first piece of pizza, as if she hadn't eaten in days. She downed half a glass of water to wash it down. All of this inside of a minute and without pausing to say a word. After that, she ate at a more regular pace.
We began to talk again, chatting about the weather, my job, her art. She was very creative and loved to paint. People, flowers, landscapes, and she'd just painted a deer that she was dying to show me. As she talked, I couldn't help but notice how her breasts seemed to jiggle ever-so-slightly with every word.
Naomi kept pace with me, finishing her second piece and then a third. On her fourth piece, an olive and a bit of sauce fell off and landed. Right. In. Her. Cleavage.
My niece blushed as her hands plucked out the olive and popped it in her mouth. She grabbed a napkin and quickly dabbed at the small spatter of tomato sauce bridging her deep valley. I admired the way her fingers and the napkin pressed into her flesh. Just like that, she'd wiped it up. She hadn't looked at me, keeping quiet for a while.
"So how's your sister?" I asked, hoping to break the awkward silence.
"Oh, she's fine. Doing very well in college. She's very smart, very successful," Naomi smiled, before it melted away into a slight frown.
"She's very smart alright, but she's never had your talent for art or your outgoing personality," I reminded her, trying to cheer her up.
"Thank you uncle Peter, you're so nice. You believe in me no matter what, even when my parents are mad at me you're still my friend," she grinned.
"I can't ignore talent when I see it," I added, noting that I also could not ignore such massive breasts when I saw them. Naomi went back to eating her dinner, finishing up that troublesome fourth slice.
It never ceases to amaze me how much pizza this girl could put away. Or food and drink in general. I guess she did need quite a few calories with her active lifestyle and... well, the other obvious thing. Food and water went in one end, milk came out the other. Lactating women needed quite a few extra calories and I'm sure she needed more than most.
"I hope I'm not eating too much!" she worried.
"Not at all, eat your share, I wasn't planning on leftovers anyway," I replied. Naomi grinned and her hands darted for another slice.
"Your parents must never feed you," I chuckled.
"Oh they do, very well, I just, well, I need a lot!" the busty blonde explained.
At that moment, a dark spot began to form over her left nipple. Then her right. Milk was beginning to soak through her bra and into her shirt. She'd been leaking this whole time.
"Oh no!" she cried out in realization.
