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.
