Part 5: Runaway
Naomi and Peter try to restart their lives, while also dealing with an unexpected breast growth spurt.
Author's note: this story has lots of incest, lactation, and a tiny bit of mild breast expansion. If you're not into those things then this definitely isn't the story for you, sorry.
The author also does not endorse incest and realizes
this whole story has been full of so many ideas that would be terrible in practice
. It's simply some horny ramblings that vaguely resemble a story.
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I woke next to the largest naked breast I'd ever seen. Easily the size of a watermelon and just as full. A pink nipple the size of a thimble was growing damp from the milk flowing inside. Begging to get out.
Instinctively, I wrapped my lips around the nub and began to suckle greedily. Warm, sweet, creamy milk flowed into my mouth. The flow was becoming so great that I was forced to swallow frequently. I squeezed the soft flesh around the areola in an attempt to coax yet more milk out.
"Mmm, that feels good,"
my niece Naomi breathed sleepily.
I continued to feed from her, not interested in tending to my stiff erection at the moment. Naomi had other plans as she began to touch herself beneath her panties. She had torn off the skirt from last night. The young woman fingered herself quite expertly and within no time, she came as I suckled her.
As she orgasmed she had a letdown and milk began to rain down from her opposite breast. It splattered messily over myself and the bed. Couldn't be bothered to care. I was slowly remembering the events of last night.
Was it the worst night of my life?
Probably.
I felt even worse for Naomi, of course. Being caught in her relationship with me. Her parents watching us grope each other. Getting disowned. Her world had come crashing down yesterday and it was all because we couldn't keep my mouth and her tits apart.
My erection faded as I became deep in thought. Naomi went back for round two at fingering herself. I switched to her other breast and she came once more but no messy letdown this time. I hadn't even seen her face yet this morning but she seemed somehow absentminded.
She wasn't crying, just so quiet apart from that initial gasp of pleasure.
"I wanted this just as much as you did. More than anything in the world," she finally broke the silence.
I offered to take the fall once more but she insisted it was pointless. We simply returned to the mindless pleasure after that.
Before long, it consumed us.
My sweet little human milk fountain of a niece. I tickled her nipples while telling her just how much I loved her. She giggled and rolled away. Her tits jiggled as they were suddenly stacked. I could almost swear that the milk was audible as it sloshed around inside her monstrous udders.
We were both silent once more and I could sense we were both thinking about last night. After a few minutes, we began to talk about it. Talk and talk and talk. For hours.
Naomi cried a bit. I felt like human garbage. It was part of the healing process. We worked through it.
"They never let me be the woman I could have been. Always running my life. The woman I choose to be, for better or for worse, is the one I want to be," the young woman affirmed.
Her loyalty to me, her love for me. It was touching. I just couldn't help but to question her constantly.
Was this what she really wanted?
Again and again she said it was.
"We can't come back from this. There's no going back. We can't ever live life like this didn't happen," I admitted.
"So what do we do?"
"We have to get out of here and we have to start fresh."
"But your job?" the girl worried.
"I'll finish up here. Put my two weeks notice in. I will find another."
"I don't want you to throw everything away for me."
"I'm not throwing anything away. I just want to do what's best for both of us, unless you think there might be another way. Or if you've changed your mind," I frowned.
"Never. Let's just not talk about it. We've said all there is to be said. It's you and me now, out to live our best life," my niece smiled.
"Let's get the hell out of here," I decided.
"Agreed."
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I worked my final two weeks while Naomi packed up the apartment. Each day the pain and regret lessened. Soon it gave way to excitement and anxiety. We were on our new path - we just didn't know where it went.
Our plan at this point was to rent a U-Haul and drive wherever. Not even throwing a dart at a map. We just wanted to drive and follow the roads to wherever we felt we could make home. On our moving day, we loaded up the truck and set off toward our future.
In the interest of time, we didn't make many stops. We weren't in any hurry but we also weren't looking to spend weeks on the road in an expensive rental truck. This meant that Naomi had to make do with just pumping. She complained that it could never quite empty her like I could.
During the long and empty stretches of desert road, I could reach over and give her a hand. I didn't know if it was fulfilling some psychological need or if my gentle groping was helping milk flow. Either way, these sessions were faster and more draining.
We frequently pulled up to fast food joints and diners. Naomi napped every now and then as the physical strain of making so much milk exhausted her. Plus the almost endless expanse of desert to the horizon wasn't the most thrilling sight. All we had for entertainment was our music and the occasional bird or tumbleweed.
Naomi took over and drove while I got my own sleep. When she had to pump again we'd switch off. We were growing tired and beginning to wonder if this trip wasn't such a good idea after all. Just when I suggested pulling over for the night, a sign appeared announcing a motel.