Series one 2:00 p.m Friday, December 18th 2009

"You're staring at me again." But there's no real complaint in my sister's voice as she utters the words. In fact, her eyes show a mischievous delight.

"So do you want me to go?" I challenge as I take a few shuffling steps back towards the open den door. I'd just finished my last day of high school before the start of the Christmas holidays but I hadn't hung around long at the class party. I hadn't wanted to be late.

Emily quickly nods no and as she does my three week old niece's lips slip off the teat they'd been sucking on. My eyes immediately lurch downward to the drop of milk that suddenly appears at the end of her suddenly freed nipple. I lick my lips.

"She's hungry today," my sister says as she shifts her daughter to her other fat nipple. When I move my eyes upward to catch hers I can't miss the satisfaction that glows from them — she's again caught me staring and admiring her breasts!

I groan inwardly as I watch little Abby's mouth latch on and then start to nurse. Seconds later I'm sitting next to my sister on the couch. I try to hide my erection!

If you'd told me three months ago that I'd be spending ninety per cent of my waking hours thinking about my sister's tits I'd have called you crazy. Laughed at you.

"Yeah sure," I would have scoffed. Emily? She's like five years older than me I'd have argued. She's married. My sister for crying out loud.

She and her new husband Gavin had moved in with us after they'd both graduated from College last May. Due to the economy and to Emily's surprise, very unplanned, pregnancy. They'd got married during their Spring Break last February and somehow, either because of too much to drink or too much sun, Emily had returned home from her Caribbean honeymoon with a daughter growing deep inside her.

She hadn't got an abortion although I know there had been some talk of it at the time. So two months later, with degrees in hand, they settled in with us, with my parents and my seventeen year old sister Gretchen and yours truly. One big happy family!

We were. Seriously! We had lots of room in our house and although Dad grumbled a bit about having paid for Emily's education only to be saddled with supporting the married couple, the truth was that he and mom were delighted at the thought of a granddaughter in the house.

And me? I quickly found out I was too. Eighteen year old high school male seniors don't usually think about pregnancy a lot. Instead we spend most of our time thinking about pussy. And how to get some. I know I had. And not only my girlfriend's.

But something had happened to me last summer. The pregnancy had fascinated me. Watching the metamorphosis of Emily's body had been almost stupefying to me. And of course she'd noticed. And perhaps because her husband hadn't shown the same interest she'd turned to me for support and maybe even something else.

She'd let me touch her stomach as it grew. Later I'd put my lips on her soft skin and whispered to her unborn child. Her breasts grew — I noticed. An intimacy grew between us. Not quite sexual at first but...

I dreamt of my sister. And as the months passed something unthinkable and unplanned happened. SEX! The thought of sex with my sister interfered. I whacked off to thoughts of my sister. My married sister. And even when I was making love to my girlfriend I found myself thinking of Emily. Of her growing tits.

How sick was that?

But I'd figured that it would pass. Emily would become too big. Or once she'd had the child my fantasy would pass.

But then she had Abby and it got worse. After watching just one milking I was hooked. And I'd almost immediately known I was going to drink from my sister's breasts. It had slowly become an obsession over the past weeks.

So here I am, on a Friday afternoon, watching my big sister getting milked by my niece. And I wanted my share! And Emily, against all odds, liked me being there.

"So does Gavin?"

"Does Gavin what?" she asks as she takes her eyes off her daughter for a second to look up at me.

"Drink from you," I say softly, still trying to hide my desire. I still haven't figured out why she not only tolerates my presence at these sessions but actually encourages it. "When you're alone I mean," I clarify.

"My milk? From my breast?" she asks and I can't help but hear the amusement my sister finds at my suggestion. I nod yes. She laughs and then adds, "He thinks it's yucky, that I shouldn't even be breastfeeding her. He thinks I should wean her asap."

"Whaaaat! Is he crazy?" How dumb is my brother-in-law I wonder as I look adoringly into my big sister's eyes.

"He's afraid they won't be as nice later on. Daddy doesn't like watching it either. You're the only one who seems to like it, to like them. To like my breasts." It's the first time she's complained about her husband in front of me.

"Gretchen likes watching too," I argue.

"Maybe," Emily concedes but then adds enigmatically, "or maybe she's just trying to figure out what her favourite brother is up to."

"I'm up to nothing," I protest as my cheeks start to burn. "I'm just interested. I've never--" But I didn't get to finish my half formed thought — Emily interrupts me.

"I don't mind ... I'm glad you're here," she admits softly.

"You are?" She nods her head yes. Suddenly brave I blurt out, "I don't know what he's worried about anyway. They're beautiful. They always will be."

She can't hide her happiness at my words, in fact her mouth breaks into a wide smile as she asks, "Really? You like them?"

"Uh huh," I answer as I watch her lift Abby from her chest and offer her to me.

"Burp her?" she asks as I gently take my niece from my sister and start to pat her back. But she doesn't immediately cover herself and as I minister to my niece my eyes continually flick back and forth from Abby to the beautiful, full, milk laden breasts that stand so proudly just inches away.

"They're too big," Emily complains as she cups her hands under her breasts and lifts them. There's no shyness in her movements, in fact it's more an offering than anything else. She's displaying herself to me. We both know it.

"I love them ... love you," I say softly.

"You're crazy," she says with a giggling laugh but still makes no move to cover them. Instead I watch as she squeezes them and seconds later drops of creamy milk appear at the end of each nipple. She's playing me. I still haven't figured out why.

I know she loves me looking at them. Was it possible that she'd like to feed me? That she wants my lips at her nipples as badly as I want them there?

A couple of minutes later we both leave the room ... the shows over for the day.