Milk It Till It Hurts
by Robert
Copyright© 2002 by Robert
"Oh God Jenny it hurts so bad." My eleven year old sister had walked in on me while I had my dick in my hand, of course I had intentionally left my door unlocked so she would.
"What's the matter?"
"The pressure sis, there's just too much inside."
"I didn't know guys made milk."
Earlier Jenny and I had watched while our much older sister, Debbie, had breastfed her new baby. I of course got hard just watching her, seeing my sister's breasts for the first time. After putting the baby down for a nap Debbie came back and said she was in some discomfort. She would explain that if the baby didn't take enough her breasts would actually hurt. She had a pump to help relieve her but had forgot it at home. Debbie then looked at the two of us and, just joking of course, said that we would have to help her. I almost blew my load right there when I heard her say that, and looking over at Jenny who was all smiles I could tell that she actually believed Debbie, in fact, she wanted to.
Debbie and Mom talked about the baby for some time while poor little Jenny sat there, fascinated with every detail, her impressionable brain soaking up as much information as possible. After awhile Debbie mentioned something about Wetnursing, how she had read about it in some magazine. Apparently, and this part is absolutely true boys and girls just go look it up, some women automatically begin Lactating or producing milk if they are constantly near a new baby. Debbie, still joking, then asked Jenny if she was producing milk yet, and if she was then maybe she would like to help feed her new baby. Well, Jenny's eyes went as wide as saucers at the prospects of being able to help her older sister. I on the other hand, laying on the carpet on my stomach so no one would see the boner I had, was thinking of a plan. Step one now completed was to get Jenny to see me in pain.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Remember when we visited Uncle Buck's farm, how he would milk the cows?"
"Yeah."
"Well i've been trying to do that but," I started crying here, crocodile tears. "I cant make it work."
Jenny came over and sat beside me on the bed. She then leaned over and hugged me around the neck.
"Oh my poor brother, can I help?"
"I don't know Jenny, what can you do?"
"Well I really wanted to help Debbie, what if I suck it out of you?"
"Oh, would you really do that for me sis?"
"Of course, if you'd let me, I want to help."
"Well, alright then, but let's not tell anyone, okay. I would be awfully ambarassed about this."
"I won't, I promise. Now, show me what to do."
"Just put it in your mouth and suck, it might take awhile for it to... come out." I almost burst out laughing when I heard myself say that. "You might have to move your hand up and down on me to, just like at the farm, okay?"
"Okay"
Quickly Jenny was on the floor between my legs. I always thought the little brat had a big mouth and as I watched her swallow me I knew I had been right all along. She began sucking me, in her mind seeking nourishment, while in mine she was giving me the best blowjob I probably would ever have. There's just something special about watching your own sister suck your dick. Not getting anything out of me yet she began jacking, I mean, milking me with her hand and soon after I flooded my sister's mouth with my cum. I watched, or rather, listened as she swallowed ever drop. Only after I went limp did she let go.
"Oh thank you Jenny, it doesn't hurt anymore." At least that wasn't a lie.
"If you ever need me to do it again, don't hesitate to ask." I didn't say it but I knew she could count on it.
Jenny started to leave but then turned around and kissed me on the cheek. "You're delicious by the way."
"Thank you sis."
And that's how it started. Jenny would help me with my problem everyday for the next week, sometimes twice a day. On one of these days, after she was finished 'milking me', she sat down beside me on the bed.
"Debbie tastes different."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, Debbie asked me to do her also, but she tastes a lot different than you, sweeter, I think, not that I don't like yours." I was quite surprised at this revelation, I guess Debbie wasn't kidding before.
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