Chapter One – The Discovery
Like most families nowadays ours is moderately dysfunctional, and as such we are not very close to one another. My dad is a CPA and my mom is an attorney so outside of building their careers and making money they have few other interests. Their kids are down the line of priorities somewhere but they never get in the way.
The kids are me and my brother, Kevin. He's 20 years old now, but no one would ever know it. He has stayed close to himself ever since he was a teenager, and he won't discuss his reclusive nature with anyone including his kid sister and best friend me, Patsy. I just turned 18, and unlike most girls my age I celebrated the occasion by having a 6½ pound baby girl. Her dad was nothing more than an orgasm on a hayride during my senior year. I am what is commonly referred to as an unwed mother or a single parent or both.
Painfully I agreed to give up my child for adoption. That was one of the most agonizing ordeals of my life, but the baby is much better off with her new parents. I, on the other hand, am left here at home with nothing to remember from the experience but two enormously swollen breasts. I would have fed my child naturally and abundantly, but now I have to deal with milk glands that don't know I no longer have a child to feed.
My doctor was kind enough to provide me with a cute little breast pump to deal with the milk build up, but from the initial experience, I think this method is going to occupy all or most of my time until the well runs dry.
I was busy with this apparatus when Kevin charged in as he usually does. There's no modesty when it comes to the two of us, so he wasn't terribly shocked to see the shoulder straps of my tank top off and my gigantic boobs hanging out. I was concentrating on the pump and a nipple and didn't bother to look up.
"Hey Sis," he blurted, "What's happening?"
"I'm milking a cow stupid. What does it look like?"
"It looks like fun," he replied in a slightly sarcastic tone. "How long does this take?"
"I'm not sure exactly," I said, "but however long it takes is too damned long if you ask me."
"It's a pity you can't get one of your boyfriends over here to give you a hand, or a mouth, or whatever," Kevin said jokingly. "It would be a lot faster, and I think you would enjoy it more."
"Thanks, bro," I said appreciatively, "but it was one of those fuckers that got me into this predicament in the first place. I don't want anything to do with them just now. Besides, can you imagine how the folks would take to a string of hard legs from my past streaming in here and up to my bed room on a daily basis just to milk the cow?"
"I see what you mean, Sis. Wish there was something I could do."
There was a noticeable period of silence after Kevin's remark, and then I came up with what was to become the most brilliant idea I had ever had in my short life.
"Kevin, my darling brother," I purred. "You could help me drain the swamp everyday until the cow ran dry. No one would ever know, and I would be forever grateful for your help. What do you say?"
"The same thing I've said so many times in the past when you come up with your hair-brained ideas, Patsy. You're nuts; absolutely bonkers. I can see me hunkered down and sucking on your tit for God knows how long."
"Show me, Kevin. I beg you. You will save me pain and itching and Lord knows how many other discomforts. I'm your baby sister. It is almost your duty to help in any way you can. Besides, there are boys in this town that would kill for another chance to suck on one of these babies." I lifted a boob as I spoke.
There was another long silence. It was long enough that Kevin's silence worried me.
"Under one condition, Sis," he said solemnly at long last, "and this is under a cross your heart and hope to die promise. You will never tell a soul. Not one. Understand?"
"Oh, I promise, Kevin. Cross my heart and hope to die, and any other oath you want me to take. You will save my life, Bro." I was so excited that I could hardly keep still. No more suction pump, no more squeezing; only a very natural sucking action. I watched anxiously as Kevin kneeled between my legs and leaned forward. I offered him one of my swollen breasts with its rigid pink nipple.
Perhaps it was purely psychological, but my breast begin to feel better the moment his lips closed around my nipple. I wasn't aware of it at that moment, but his mouth on my boob was making me feel better in more ways than one.
The kneeling position didn't last long, and this was true of several other positions we tried. Finally tradition won out. Kevin lay across my lap with his head resting in the crook of my arm. At first I held a breast to his mouth, but it wasn't long until he took over that chore as well. He caressed my hooter tenderly as he gently nursed at my nipple. I found that I was breathing more deeply now, and I had settled back against the head board of my bed and began to enjoy my brother's attention.
Kevin seemed to be getting more actively involved in his new project. He was lying across my bed now with his head on my lap as he slowly drained one mammary gland after the other. This was Heaven on Earth.
I had been unconsciously stroking his cheek as he plied his art to my boob, and now my hand drifted to his chest. Quickly, but without any fanfare in his actions, he moved my hand from his chest to the lower part of his body. Instantly I felt the sizeable bulge in his gym shorts. I muffled a squeal as he disengaged from my nipple long enough to speak.
"I would much prefer that you did your stroking here, Sis. Your tits are turning me on to such an extent that my nuts are aching. One good favor deserves another, right?"
I was too shocked to speak, but my hand did squeeze his bulge a little more if for no other reason than curiosity. His shaft was as hard as a rock and lying along his abdomen. I was surprised at the excitement my hand on his cock gave me. His attention to my breast had already elevated my body temperature several degrees, and I was sure that the crotch of my panties was damp or worse. This added arousal caused uncontrollable undulations in my mid-section and points below.
Kevin was back at my breast and focused on draining the swamp. I was now aware of the effect his nursing was having on me. Shame on me; I was enjoying every minute of it. Without being aware of what I was doing, I unzipped his gym shorts and reached inside. He wasn't wearing a jock. My hand was on his rock hard extremely hot and pulsating cock. I gripped it firmly, and then I squeezed. Kevin moaned and increased his dedication to my boob. God, his mouth felt good. God, his cock felt good. This is my brother? I began slowly stroking his rod. He loosened the waist band of his shorts and wiggled them down off of his ass. His cock sprang up like a once tethered car antenna. My cheeks were burning; he was sucking harder; and I realized I was massaging his balls.
My hand was back on his stiff cock now, and I was stroking with much more enthusiasm. Kevin was responding to my strokes by pressing his pelvis against my down-stroking hand. It wasn't long until he broke away from my nipple and began moaning much louder. He was massaging my breast now much more aggressively, and his free hand was kneading the flesh of my ass cheek. Suddenly his cannon belched a stream of white goo, and then another and still another.
This was a first for me, and all I could do was giggle and continue to play with his softening prick. I noticed that his sperm had landed all over the front of his T-shirt, but he paid it no mind. Kevin's attention was still focused on my bosom. Both of his hands were busy now; one on each breast. It was plainly obvious that his priorities had changed somewhat. He was satisfied that he had drained the milk causing all of this discomfort, so now he was enjoying some serious titty play. So was I.
"Kevin, look at your shirt. It's got stuff all over it. Let me have it and I will put it in the laundry. Lupe is going to wash tomorrow."
"No, that's okay. I'll get it later, Sis." He seemed nervous.
"What's wrong, Kev? Are you bashful? My God, we've gone way past modesty, haven't we? You've sucked on my nipples and played with my titties; I've played with your manhood and made you shoot off. Why are you so protective of your upper body? Here," I said hoping to relax my brother a little more, "I'll remove the rest of my clothes. Will you do the same?" With that I slipped out of my shorts and panties with one move. "Now," I said with a huff, "my ass and everything else that I own is in the open."
"Your entire opinion of me will change, Sis," he said sheepishly. "I haven't shared this condition with any one else other than my doctor. If I show you it will be with the understanding that you will never tell another soul. Do I have your promise?" Ever since we were younger a promise was equivalent to a solemn vow.
