Series one 3:30 a.m Friday, December 21st 2009

We'd slowly slipped into a routine in the weeks since Abby's birth. Breastfeeding. What the heck, what's so special about it? But I'd been captivated by the spectacle from the first second I'd seen Abby suckling at Emily's tits. And Emily knew it!

She'd recognized my interest immediately and had encouraged it. Whenever she'd been breastfeeding around the house in those first few weeks she'd done it as modestly as possible. Hiding her feeding child under strategically placed pieces of cloth. That is unless it was just she and I in the room. Then the show would start.

I learned her schedule and outside of school hours I magically appeared at exactly the right time. She'd teased me at first but always in a way that let me know she liked me being there.

But it was the night time feedings that had become the special ones. The ones where we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. The ones where there was no shyness between us. The ones where she displayed her breasts proudly to her horny younger brother.

I invariably woke up whenever I heard Abby's plaintive night time cries for food and would immediately rise from my bed and join them. But tonight I'd been out with my girlfriend and had only just got home in time.

"Are you just getting home now?" I can hear the hint of complaint, even some jealousy in my sister's voice.

"I was afraid I'd be late," I answer as I cross the room and then sit next to Emily and put my arm around her. We all know our places now. I'm still panting from having run the last two blocks.

"She waited for you," sis answers as she cradles her daughter's head to her breast. I watch the babies lips hungrily latch on to her nipple.

"Thanks for waiting sweetie," I say as I move my other hand so that my fingers are able to gently caress the top of my niece's head. For seconds neither of us say anything, instead we're content to simply watch the feeding. I watch almost breathlessly as I slowly start to slide the back of my hand down across Abby's cheek.

And when it accidently slides off her cheek and onto the side of Emily's breast I can't help but feel the tremors that spiral upward through her body. They match the excited jerk of my penis. She's as excited as I am!

But she ignores my touch and asks, "So where did you and Jenny go tonight anyway?" Sis's question is delivered in a tremulous quaver. There are goose bumps on her arm.

"A movie," I stammer, my nervousness obvious as I watch my finger hovering centimetres away from where Abby's lips are working feverishly.

"Til now? It's almost three thirty." Another complaint. She adjusts her daughter and in doing so her breast accidently comes back in contact with my fingers. Or is it an accident?

"We're not old folks like you married guys," I tease then add, "We went back to her place." My focus is so intense on the milk filled tit that I'm hardly aware of our words. Again my finger lightly brushes across her breast.

"Did you guys make out?"As she asks the question she shifts Abby to her other nipple.

"Some," I answer as I watch a drop form on the abandoned teat. My hand, hanging in the air is suddenly trembling.

"Do you sleep with her?" There's an excited curiosity in Emily's voice.

"Uh huh," I answer and then the middle finger on my left hand decides to act on its own and swoops down and captures the drop of milk just as it's about to fall.

"Don't," she says as I push the milk laden tip of my finger between my lips. She's too late! She watches as I lick my finger.

"It's good!"

"You shouldn't have!" But she can't keep her excitement from her eyes.

"Why not?"

"It's Abby's. We can't waste any."

"You have lots," I answer. "In fact I've been studying it. I went on line today and read all about lactation."

"What'd you read?"

"It said that the more milk a baby takes, the more you make. It's good for you. And the baby. And whoever else."

"Whoever else?"

"Whoever else you choose to feed."

"I only feed little Abby."

"You're lucky I'm not your husband."

"Why?"

"Because you'd have two mouths to feed."

"Well you're not. And you can't have any more."

As she talks I know I'm going to have more, that there is no way I'll be able to control my need. But it's time to change the subject.

"Her breasts aren't as nice as yours."

"Whose aren't?"

"Jenny's."

"She lets you see them?"

"I tried to milk her tonight."

"Whaaaat!"

"She didn't have any milk."

"She let you--"

"Touch them, suck them?" I finish for her.

"You two are too young to be doing stuff like that," she admonishes even though I know she wants to hear every detail.

"We had already fucked," I answer, using the 'f' word to shock her.

"You shouldn't use that word, its ugly."

"Three times."

"Three times what?" I don't answer. "You made love three times? Tonight? With Jenny?"

"Uh huh. Then I tried to milk her."

"She's on the pill isn't she? You use protection?" I nod yes to both her questions. "You're too young."

"There are other ways to get milk you know. You can induce lactation. I read all about it."

"You're crazy." Emily smiles as she says the words and then lifts her sated daughter off her breast and hands her to me. "Be careful," she instructs as I start to pat my nieces back.

"Jenny thought I was crazy too," I answer with a laugh. And my girlfriend had laughed when I'd told her it was possible for a girl to lactate even if she hadn't been pregnant and had a child.

"I explained 'induced lactation' to her."

"I'll bet she loved that," Ems says with a smile. For seconds we just look into each other's smiling eyes without saying anything.

"I guess I better get back," she finally offers. But I know she really doesn't want to go. I could stay here all night!

"Yeah," I agree reluctantly as I uncoil my six foot two inch tall body from the couch and slowly stand. But before leaving I bend down and lightly brush my sister's lips with mine. "I love you," I whisper, then turn to go.

"Why are my breasts nicer than Jenny's?" I hear whispered from behind just as I'm about to slip out the door. I turn back. She's still uncovered, bare from the waist up. I look my sister directly in the eyes, then slowly move mine lower to the full, round mountains that have dominated every waking thought I've had for the last three weeks.

I lick my lips. "They just are," I say, then turn and flee. I'd made love with my girlfriend three times earlier tonight and yet my cock is huge in my pants. I know Emily noticed.

I wanted her to. And as I lie naked in my bed minutes later, stroking my cock, I realise it's never been just about her milk...