Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... breath.

"What?"

"Just... you have such nice boobs." He said sincerely.

I felt my skin get a little warm. "Thanks." I smiled softly and sat on the couch, perfectly aware of the bounce I'd caused while he openly gawked at my chest. "You want some. Don't you?" I asked, feigning exasperation.

"Can we?" He asked.

I took one of the pillows from the couch and set it in my lap. "Here, put your head here."

He took a second to adjust his position before laying down with his head in my lap and my breasts hovering by his cheek.

"Okay." I said, and I offered my left breast to him. My nipple met his lips and he started to gently suck. After a few seconds the milk started to release and I relaxed, feeling my eyelids flutter a bit at the sensation. We sat quietly while I gently ran my fingers through his hair and he drank his fill from me. I did have a small orgasm at one point, but for the most part, despite everything, this moment was more intimate than explicitly sexual for me. The kind of interaction I've dreamed of sharing with someone since I first accepted my breasts this way. Getting to feed someone, to feel important, needed.

When he was done, he thanked me, I put a shirt on and we started watching the show. I ended up cuddling up next to him at one point. I've just been enjoying how close I've felt with him. I'm going to sleep so well tonight I can tell.

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Sunday, July 7th 2019

So apparently the handful of times ...

... my brother has nursed from me were enough to send my body signals. "Demand is up!" "Must increase supply!" Thankfully my boobs aren't getting any bigger, but I'm definitely producing a lot faster. Before I only had to milk once every day and a half to two days, I would do it nightly anyway just because it was easier to make a habit of it than to try and test fate (as most of you have seen what happens when I live on the edge). Now though, it's almost imperative that I milk every night. Now I'm so full by then that I just know I'll wake up uncomfortably. It's not a problem, but I thought it was worth noting.

I explained it to him while we were eating out at lunch today. He looked surprised, but also kind of proud of himself.

"REAlly!" He commented, not even a question.

"Yeah, I think my body thinks I'm trying to feed regularly."

"Oh... wow." He said, looking a little unsure of what to say next.

"Look," I started. Hesitating a little, feeling a bit nervous about what I was about to suggest. "If we're going to keep doing this... if you want to keep-"

"I do." He said quickly.

"Okay, well, if you want to keep doing this, I'm probably going to need you to.... do it a little more? Honestly, you can have it any time you want, WHILE we're home alone obviously, if you just ask. No one else is going to drink it... so, it's really all for you. IF you want it."

He slowly chewed his food, as if mulling it over for a little bit. Honestly I was getting anxious waiting ...