My stem-cells were able to heal my sister Zohar, who thereafter invited me to her home very often.
And after Abe's -- my husband's -- death, I could notice that Leah and Rachel, her now aged 21 twin nieces, had successfully induced lactation upon themselves, and became regular contributors to La Leche League.
Neither Zohar nor her husband wanted to inquiry about how could their daughters succeed in that, and it was so well accepted a habit at home that they could pump their milk in the kitchen after their meals, or in the sitting room while watching TV -- or while studying and chatting on the Net (the "hands-free" nursing bra is a wonderful invention!), in front of their parents without harassment.
You know, I could do that too [having my breasts milked in front of my relatives], and Zohar's husband was so good mannered a gentleman that, when he once saw first my niece Leah, then Rachel, and then me pumping our milk, he looked at us as if we were three she-cats nursing their litter; only when his wife Rachel decided to try the pump, he looked at her the way a man gazes at a woman.
"It's a pity," I thought, "so cute a man, and he can only love his wife!"
As her husband was at home, I had to sleep with one of my nieces [their bedroom were equipped with double beds], and I slept one night with Leah, and the other with Rachel.
To tell you the truth, I did not sleep much with them: they were incredibly attracted by my breasts, and I had to nurse each of them every night as soon as we went to bed. We usually began by having a shower together [each bedroom had its own bathroom], and then we spread naked on the bed; I laid supine, while my niece was hovering over me, rubbed her forefinger around my right areola in order to erect my nipple, then rubbed it over the point, and then gulped it into her mouth.
Her suction was always very pleasurable and painless; while she was sucking my right nipple, her right hand caressed my left breast, while her left one reached for my vulva, opened my labia, and begun massaging my clitoris -- and I was doing the same to her genitals.
After emptying my right breasts (and having a couple orgasms each in the meantime), she passed to the left nipple, and her hands swapped their roles.
When I was done, it was my turn to suckle her breasts, but, as I was much stouter than her, and feared to hurt her, I lied on my side while sucking her nipples, my hand dispensing stimulation to her vulva, while her own hands could only caress my hair and one of my breasts.
After emptying my niece's breasts, I took out a couple of dildos from a drawer, washed them in lukewarm water, and then asked my niece to put one of them into my vagina while I was standing, a leg over our bed. My niece assented, I often wonder why did she always kneel down and lick my vulva all around before inserting the dildo: Heaven forfend, I have always had excellent lubrication.
I behaved otherwise: we sat on the bed, I clasped her to my breast [her back against my breasts], I put a hand over her left nipple to stimulate it, and I passed my head under her armpit in order to kiss her right one, while my right hand massaged her labia, stimulated her clitoris, and when she was wet enough, slowly inserted the dildo in place.
I do not know how my nieces lost their maidenhead, but it was not because of me :-) After we had a dildo in place, we covered ourselves with the blankets, and fell asleep hugged together.
Sleep did not last much because I had to empty my breasts often during the night; at home, either my son Joe or my daughter Rina would have emptied them, but I did not want to awaken my niece, so I headed towards the kitchen in order to operate the pump.
But my niece noticed that and followed me, bringing my dressing gown and my panties; when she saw my assembling the pump she told me: "Auntie, I think you should not walk in hour home in your birthday's suit, although everyone of us has already seen your breasts. By the way, are not you afraid to lose your dildo?"
