Thanks everyone for the super warm response to Part 1! Part 2 is massive and has some build-up. Part 3 is in the works and will likely be the best one yet. Let me know if you have any comments/critiques/requests.
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I was back in my niece Naomi's life, and in a big way.
After avoiding her for ages due to my growing attraction toward her, I finally saw her again. Everything had changed last week. Lines were crossed, walls were torn down, doors were opened, bridges were built. My head sometimes hurt a bit when I thought about just how much my life was changing. For the better, I think.
It was hard to feel any guilt or negative feelings when the mere thought of her full breasts washed them away like... well, like milk. I'd loved the sweet taste of her milk. Her warm embraces... The overdeveloped young woman glued herself to me whenever I was around.
Our relationship had certainly gone to a new place, and part of me wanted to go further. Would that be too soon? Is that even a good idea? Hell, none of this is a good idea. I'd love to think about it but I've been doing a lot less of that lately.
It seems like whenever I try to step back and think, I get a text on my phone. From Naomi. The blonde darling had been in ecstasy since our encounter. All day and late into the night we exchanged messages. A couple photos of her in some of her more revealing outfits had been sent, as well.
We teased each other. She mostly talked about her breasts or her milk, how much she ached. Naomi really wanted to see me again. Soon.
Her texts began to seem more frantic, more desperate. She was a curious young woman, one who had just discovered something new. Something she very much liked. I wanted to explore it with her.
The two of us had finally arranged to meet up again. Today I was going to pick her up and we would go camping. She'd floated the idea a few days ago and I immediately agreed to it. We would have a weekend together, just the two of us...
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I arrived at my sister's house around 10 AM. It took a moment in my car to force the erection in my pants down enough that I could get in the door. No idea how I managed that while knowing what I was about to do. I knocked at the door my sister opened it a moment later.
"Hey Pete," she welcomed me inside. I stepped into the living room and my eyes were instantly drawn to the far corner. Naomi sat in the recliner, legs crossed and a grin on her face. Her pink shorts did little to cover up her thighs, and the white tank top she wore did even less for her chest. I turned my attention back to her eyes, which stared back into my own with longing.
"The weather's looking good for your trip, plenty of sun and warm but not too warm," my sister commented.
"Yeah, I've been looking forward to it. It's been too long since I've gone camping and when Naomi brought it up, I had to say yes," I replied.
"Well it's not really camping since we're going to be staying in a cabin," Naomi chimed in.
"True, but we'll have miles of trail to hike and the lake to relax in. No electricity either, I'd say it's close enough for me," I laughed. It was somewhat surprising to me that in this day and age, you could still rent a cabin without electricity.
"That is true," the blonde admitted.
"What's the place like?" my sister asked.
"One bedroom, a couch or two, wood stove, bathroom, and one or two other comforts of home," I replied.
"No room for yourself?"
"Oh don't worry about me, there's a folding bed in one of the couches, Naomi can sleep on that," I teased.
"I'll be in that bed no matter what," Naomi insisted.
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It didn't take us long to load everything in the car. A cooler and some snacks, Naomi's bags, and a couple ice cold coca-colas for us to sip. We departed at 10:30, right on schedule. We would arrive at our cabin just in time for a late lunch.
I drove while Naomi sat next to me. Her long blonde hair was done up in a ponytail and she wore aviator sunglasses. I couldn't see exactly where her eyes were looking as she sipped on her bottle of soda. My eyes would have been on the mile of cleavage extending out in front of her. From the tilt of her head toward me, I had a pretty good idea of what she was looking at.
"You look pretty hard," she noted, removing any doubt. I nodded, trying to keep my eyes on the road.
"You've been hard this whole time, you must be seeing something you like," she added.
"Two things. Mostly just thinking about what I'm gonna do with them later," I clarified, glancing over at her. Naomi bit into her lip ever-so-slightly.
We were leaving town now and the density of human settlements began to decline. The city was giving way to the forest. I was so excited by the thought of how isolated we would soon be. We wouldn't have to hide anything.
An hour into the drive, Naomi shifted in her seat.
"Oh man, I'm getting full," she laughed.
"Should I pull over somewhere?
"No, it's fine. It's busy and there's no private spots."
The girl turned to her side and reached into the back to grab her smaller bag. The one she kept the fun stuff in. She had her two manual pumps with her. The standard treatment for the problem I'd helped her with last week.
Without a word, she sat back and pulled her tank top up to reveal that toned belly. Her veiny breasts, tanned orbs of milkflesh, were being strangled by her grey nursing bra. They overflowed the vessel slightly, and Naomi was relieved when she undid the bra cups.
The garment was still on her, the straps digging into her young chest and shoulders. I kept glancing at her whenever I got the chance. A drop of milk had formed on her newly-freed left nipple. Instantly I was feeling a bit thirsty.
Naomi had her knees raised in front of her and a small blanket draped around her. The show was only visible to her and myself. She liked to show skin, sure, but pumping in full view of strangers was a bit much even for her. Besides, I got the sense that she was beginning to dedicate her body to me.
The girl began to pump with one flange over each bulbous breast. Milk flowed swiftly with every squeeze of the pump, but the progress was slow due to the manual nature of the device. She was clearly experienced at this, as her hands did not tire of the monotonous and time-consuming task of squeezing the pump.
Twenty, maybe thirty minutes passed along with a bottle change before she declared herself pumped to satisfaction. Her breasts now fit very comfortably within her nursing bra. There was quite a bit of room for the two to grow. Naomi pulled her tank top back down and over her tits and removed the blanket shielding her.
"21 ounces," my niece noted. The first two eight-ounce bottles had been filled, and a few more ounces went into the second pair of bottles.