Fertility Temple, Lactating Sister

byHeyAll©

After getting her nursing license two years ago, Rebecca's parents thought she was crazy for accepting a job at the American-led excavation site in central Mexico.

She was part of the medical team responsible for monitoring the health of all the workers involved in the digging and research. She lived on-site with the team and they were lucky to each have their own private tent.

A few weeks into the excavation, the project made worldwide headlines. They appeared to have discovered an ancient underground temple. The temple lay in ruins as a result of several earthquakes which occurred over several centuries.

Rebecca's parents finally understood why she was so eager to accept the job when it came her way. To show their support, they decided to pay her visit and take her brother, Dylan, along on the trip. They would stay at a small hotel just a few miles away from the excavation site.

Rebecca was still in her blue nursing uniform when her family arrived to the outskirts of the digging site. They greeted each other warmly. She was super excited to show them the few parts of the sites that were open to the public.

"Can you believe this?" Mom said as she looked over at the places where many experts and archaeology students were touring.

Dad chimed in, "It's like watching National Geographic or the Science Channel. Amazing."

"Or a movie set," Dylan added to the conversation.

Rebecca smiled, "They've been digging up all sorts of precious artifacts. Obviously, it's all under lock and key. So that's off limits. But at least you can see the digging from here."

Her family agreed and marveled at the site.

***

That evening, Rebecca did her routine checkups of the crew. Her main focus was to ensure that the digging and research teams stayed in good health.

Her last patient for the day was a woman named Maria, who was part of a catering group.

They made small talk in English while Rebecca did the physical check-up and wrote down notes for the on-site doctor to review later. After examining the woman's eyes, ears, and tonsils, Rebecca reached for her stethoscope to examine the woman's breathing.

"I have milk," Maria said randomly in broken English, before the stethoscope could touch her chest.

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked, abandoning her attempt to assess her patient's breathing.

"My breasts. I have milk, Ms. Thomas."

"You mean breastmilk?"

"Yes, yes, that is what I mean."

Rebecca checked her files. "Are you pregnant? That's not listed on your profile. For health reasons, pregnant women aren't allowed on this site. It's a risk, Ms. Sanchez."

"No, no, I'm not pregnant," Maria said, shaking her head.

"Then you were pregnant? That's not listed either. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to report this. It's for your own safety. I hope you understand. The fumes on this site may be a health danger to a woman in your condition."

"No, no, it's the temple, Ms. Thomas."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Your researchers from America do not understand. It's a local history that some stones cause fertility. They give a strong energy."

"I don't think I understand."

"I want to keep working here," Maria explained. "I need the money and care for everyone working here. Please make sure my health is okay. Please do that for me."

It was all very odd. This woman genuinely seemed to believe that the site was causing her to lactate.

"Ms. Sanchez, if you're pregnant, or were pregnant in the past, then you have to disclose that. I have an ethical obligation to the medical team and to you, to report things accurately."

Maria was determined. "Look, I'll show you."

Maria lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach, so that Rebecca could see for herself that she didn't have any of the stretch marks that a recently pregnant woman would have had. Rebecca understood this.

Being a medical professional who prided herself on being better able to assist women, Rebecca sat stoically as Maria lifted her bra to expose her breasts. Whatever this was, it must have been important, since Maria was certainly a dignified woman who worked hard every single day.

Maria's nipples appeared dark and swollen. She pinched each of her nipples and milk squirted from them. It was clear that she was indeed lactating. For good measure, Maria gave her nipples another squeeze and more milk shot onto the floor.

They had been on the site for a month already, and Rebecca had not seen any evidence of lactation from Maria or any of the other workers before. This was definitely something new.

"Please don't tell doctor," Maria said calmly in broken English.

"It would be in your best interest to declare this to the doctors, Ms. Sanchez. I'm trying to do what's best for you."

"The doctors will think I'm crazy," Maria pleaded. "I may lose my job. I may even be studied like a lab animal. Soon, you may have same issue."

"Why would I have the same issue?" Rebecca asked, shocked.

"The altar was found yesterday. It was described in local history, which only a few know about. Me and the other women have experienced changes too. Soon, you will also."

Rebecca was dismayed at the thought any woman being treated like a lab animal for simply having milk. But she also knew that women didn't simply start lactating out of the blue. There had to have been a plausible medical explanation somewhere.

"There are other women who are experiencing this?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes, yes, so far I hear from my cooking partners. They have the same experience today. A day after the discovery of the altar. The carved rocks."

"Do they wish to consult Dr. Ford about this? I can arrange a meeting tomorrow. I promise the matter will be discussed in total confidence. There must be a reasonable explanation."

Maria looked skeptical. "This is the Fertility Temple. It is only temporary, while we're here. Please, monitor our health while we are under its spell. And please, don't be alarmed when you start experiencing the same changes. I don't want to discuss this with Dr. Ford. This should stay between us women. Western men don't understand. "

There was complete sincerity from Maria, and that sent a shiver down Rebecca's spine.

***

The next morning. Her parents were back on site to happily observe as much of the excavation as they could. Her brother was enjoying the free, freshly squeezed fruit drinks which were being provided to everyone. And she was on a break from her medical duties.

When she found her brother, she gave him the most serious expression she could possibly muster.

"I need to talk to you," she said. "In my private tent."

Dylan had never seen her look quite so serious. She looked almost scared.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"There's something I need to show you."

They walked for several minutes to her tent where they would have some privacy. It was a small tent, just big enough to accommodate a standard camping cot and a wooden chest for her personal belongings.

"What's up?" he asked, as they sat on the cot.

"You're the only person I can trust," she replied. "As a psychology major, do you believe that thoughts can influence the human body?"

Naturally, he looked puzzled for a moment. "Sure they can. It happens all the time."

"I mean, biologically speaking."

"Yes, sure. Why? You're the medical profession, not me."

"But you're the only person I can talk to at the moment."

"Not the doctors here?" he asked, somewhat surprised, and a little curious.

"No, not yet."

"Why?"

"You'll think I'm crazy," she said.

"Just tell me. You're really freaking me out. I've never seen you like this before. You're... panic-stricken."

"That's because I'm panicking!"

His eyes widened. "Is your life in danger?"

"No."

"Then tell me already," he said.

Rebecca told him everything Maria had told her, taking care not to divulge her patient's identity. She left nothing out. She told him about Maria's 'condition,' her claims regarding the local legends, and most importantly, that the effects of the fertility temple are felt by all women who come into direct contact with the site.

When it was all laid out there, the siblings sat quietly for a moment, looking each other in the eyes. Dylan was as dumbfounded as his sister.

"And you believe it?" he asked.

"What do you think?" Rebecca asked with a nervous laugh. And then, more carefully, "Would you think I'm crazy if I did believe it?"

"I watch Ancient Aliens all the time. Sure, I believe it's possible."

"And you believe the stuff about my patient's milk?"

He shrugged. "You saw the milk, right? You saw it with your own eyes? You saw it coming directly from her body?"

"Yes, I saw all of it."

"Then I believe it. But the big question is, was she pregnant before? Are you sure she isn't now?"

"I went through her medical file this morning," Rebecca said. "She has never been pregnant, and she isn't now."

"What about her female colleagues? Have you interviewed them?"

"Not yet. They haven't mentioned anything, and I haven't asked."

"What's the big deal, anyway?" he asked. "If she has milk, big deal? Good for her."

"The big deal is that..." she hesitated mid-sentence. "I think it's better if I show you."

Dylan immediately caught on and began to understand why she was in the state she was. "You mean, you think it's happening to you, whatever this is?"

"Yes. Could you handle it if I showed you?"

Under normal circumstances, Rebecca would obviously never ever show her breasts to her brother. They were close, but this went far beyond what is acceptable between a brother and sister.

Sure, they liked to tease each other and be competitive sometimes, but they would never ever try to humiliate each other, or get each other into trouble. But they had always helped each other. It was a code they shared.

This was certainly a situation in which Rebecca needed her brother's help.

"I mean, if you're okay with it," Dylan said awkwardly, knowing he was in a tough spot as a brother.

"I think I am. I've seen lots of body parts for this job. If I expect others to endure my examinations, then I should be okay with being examined myself, especially for my own urgent needs."

"Really, you don't have to do this. I believe you. I really do, unless this is some sort of elaborate joke to mess with my mind."

She smiled then shook her head. "I'm totally serious. And I really need someone's help on this."

"Then why don't you talk to one of the doctors?" he asked.

"They'll put me in a lab or something. Worse case scenario, I'll be featured on the national news in America. Even worse than that, I'll make international headlines. It'll be a sensational news story because... you know... I'm a white girl from California who became possessed, or whatever, by spirits in an ancient fertility temple."

"That makes sense," he acknowledged. "Do you really think you're possessed?"

Rebecca sighed. "Well, I did have a weird dream last night."

"About?"

"It might be better if you didn't know."

"That's not fair," Dylan said. "You're telling me all this stuff, and now you're keeping secrets? You've got to be kidding!"

She sighed again. "It was a wet dream. I mean, vivid. Insanely vivid."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that classic horror movie where a woman dreamt that a bunch of naked people groped her body and impregnated her?"

He nodded, "That was a great movie."

"Well, I dreamt of something similar."

"Who were the naked people impregnating you? Or doing whatever."

"You really, really don't want to know," she said, somewhat on the defensive now.

"Come on, I want to know."

Rebecca gathered her strength. "Dad, Mom, and you. Lots of oral, lots of sex. It was very lewd and obscene."

"Jesus."

"I know. It was the craziest thing ever. It all felt so real, so intimate, like it actually happened."

"That's weird."

"When I woke up, my breasts felt full," she said. "They felt swollen. When I went to the bathroom and had some privacy in the shower, I gave my nipples a squeeze, thinking of what I'd been told. I thought it was all in my mind. That what she told me had triggered strange dreams somehow, like watching a scary movie."

"But then milk came out?"

She nodded. "I've always had sensitive nipples. I love playing with them and pinching them. When I squeezed them in the shower this morning, for the first time in my life, they spurted milk. I was like a cow."

"How many times did you do it? It could have been a freak coincidence."

"I did it once to check. A second time to make sure I wasn't crazy. I didn't do it again. I was too afraid."

Dylan paused for a moment. "Show me. I have to see this... that is... if you're okay with showing me."

"Sure I am. I was the one that brought you here."

Rebecca lifted her blue nursing top to reveal her tummy, before lifting it higher to reveal a white cotton bra encapsulating her ample breasts.

She unfastened the clip at the front and her breasts fell free, exposing her areolas and swollen nipples. Her nipples were hard and Dylan had never quite seen areolas that large. To be honest, he'd never have imagined that his sister's would be as dark as they were either.

Dylan stared at them. "Are they always that... big? And that color?"

"They're much more swollen than usual. My nipples look bigger and they're much pokier, if you get what I mean by that. My areolas are usually very light pink. They're definitely a few shades darker now."

"I see what you mean," he said, still unable to drag his eyes away from his sister's swollen breasts.

"For once in your life, you have my permission to stare at them. I'm going to squeeze. Hopefully nothing will come out and it was all a strange coincidence. Here it goes."

Rebecca positioned her fingers around her breasts and squeezed the area around her nipples gently.

Sure enough, white milk started squirting from her chest. It shot far, much like Maria's did the previous day. She did it again. Then again. It left stains on her pants and a little puddle on the floor in front of her.

When she stopped after the fifth squeeze, two drops of milk sat on the tips of her nipples. They looked like two little white dots. She just left them there, not thinking about what the image was doing to her bewildered brother.

"It looks like it's still happening," she said. "It's a lot more than this morning. That means it's only gotten worse."

Dylan's eyes were transfixed. "Oh wow."

"You can look at my eyes now," Rebecca said, a little too sharply.

He blushed a little. "Sorry."

"Any ideas?" she asked, her tits still out.

"None whatsoever."

"Please, do something for me. Get on the computer and search for anything you can find about what could have caused the women to lactate like this. It could be something in the food."

"Got it."

"And please don't tell Mom or Dad."

"Never," he replied. "They'll think I'm a creep for ogling at your nipples."

"You were ogling at my nipples?"

He shook his head. "You know what I meant."

"I have to get back to work soon. Things are busy today. Can we meet again this time tomorrow?"

"Sure, that'll work. Dad really loves the excavation stuff, and Mom loves seeing the artifacts from afar. So they'll still be busy; I'll sneak off."

"Thanks so much," she said graciously. "You're the best. Hopefully we can figure out what the hell is going on."

"Yeah, I hope so."

"You should go now. I need to clean myself and get back to work."

He took another glance at her nipples. "You'll be okay. I promise."

When he left, Rebecca sat quietly for a moment. Sure, she should have tucked her breasts back into her bra the moment the demonstration ended, but she didn't want to for some reason. She liked having them out. Something had made her want to keep her tits exposed.

She considered using a tissue to wipe the milk off her nipples. Instead, she pulled each nipple towards her mouth, bending her head down, and gave each one a suck.

It tasted sweeter than she had imagined. Satisfied, she fastened her bra and pulled down her shirt. It was time to get back to work. But what she really wanted to do was play with her tits and masturbate all day.

***

That evening, Maria purposefully waited to be the last to be seen by Rebecca. She didn't need the checkup, really. She had a clean bill of health. What she really wanted, which was obvious to Rebecca, was to have a private conversation while no one else was around.

"Are you okay?" Maria asked as soon as they were in the privacy of the examination room. "Your breasts? Any signs?"

Rebecca came clean, "I've been lactating all day."

She had planned to keep it a secret, but it felt so good to speak to another woman about it, someone who'd understand what she was experiencing.

Maria was unphased. "I can tell, Ms. Thomas. Your face seems bright and your breasts look fuller than the last time we spoke."

It was a comment which made Rebecca feel very self-conscious. Was it really that obvious? Maybe to another woman, it would be?

"How are the other women doing?"

"We can handle this," Maria said calmly. "We milk ourselves during the break. No one knows. The fertility temple will lose its power over us when the structure has been taken apart. Until then, no one must know. It must be a secret."

Rebecca nodded. "I've only told my brother. He's good at keeping secrets."

"You are a lucky woman, Ms. Thomas."

"Why?"

"You have someone to help you."

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.

Maria put her hand above her own crotch. "These feelings. They are very intense for us. We have to work all day preparing and serving food. At night, we must prepare for the next day. We have no one to help us with the needs the temple is awakening in us. No time for it either."

It was clear what Maria meant. Apparently these strong sexual feelings were shared amongst the women at the site.

"He's my brother," Rebecca softly restated, shocked that Maria could even think such a thing.

"Yes, but he is available for you. He can keep a secret for you. He can please you. He can cure you. Yes, he can cure you. Spare you from this."

At first, Rebecca wondered if, due to their cultural and linguistic differences, she had misunderstood what Maria was implying. But the suggestive look that Maria was giving her made everything clear.

"We don't do that in America," Rebecca said as politely as possible. "Is that allowed here?"

"No, no, it's not. But who knows what one will do in times of emergency."

Rebecca smiled uncomfortably. "I'm not that desperate. Thanks for the suggestion though."

"Can you help me, please?" Maria asked shyly, and somewhat desperately.

"Absolutely, I'm here for you."

Maria slowly lifted her shirt. "Help me, please, Ms. Thomas. I need you to help me, here. In this part."

There was pure desperation in Maria's eyes and voice and she exposed her breasts and dark nipples. Today, her breasts seemed to be fuller and the nipples larger.

Maria sat there with puppy dog eyes while holding her breasts in the palms of her hands.

As a nurse, Rebecca had a duty of care and a duty to the people she was caring for. She was used to seeing bare body parts. But for some reason, she was unusually drawn to what she was seeing. She felt hypnotized. She felt compelled.

Giving into temptation, Rebecca looked around, as if to make doubly sure that no one had snuck into the room to observe them, and when it was clear that no one would see them, she bent down and took one of Maria's engorged nipples into her mouth.

It was the first time she had ever done this to another woman. She had never even kissed a girl before, let alone this. It was easier than expected. She gave it a good suck, pulling lightly at the nipple with her lips, and making Maria moan.

She felt the milk shooting into her mouth. It was the most delicious thing Rebecca had ever tasted. Then she turned her attention to the other nipple.

'Te amo,' Maria whispered in Spanish.

As she lapped up the sweet milk, Rebecca could have sworn that Maria was in the midst of having an orgasm. Was this from having her nipples sucked? Rebecca kept on sucking and groping each breast, letting the milk shoot into her mouth

With the way Maria was moaning, there was no doubt that she was having an orgasm, and that aroused Rebecca too. Rebecca loved giving this pleasure to her patient, and yes, she knew that performing this sexual act was very unethical. She nevertheless felt herself becoming decidedly turned-on.

After having paid each nipple proper attention, Rebecca returned to her senses and pulled her mouth away. But she couldn't resist one final lick to each of Maria's nipples. Sitting back up, she wiped the milk from her lips using the back of her hand.

"I shouldn't have done that," Rebecca said, still licking her lips.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Ms. Thomas. You are a saint for keeping these secrets and helping me."

Maria tucked her breasts back into her clothes, stood up, and gave Rebecca a kiss on the forehead.

"This was purely professional," Rebecca explained, still flushed. "I did it to help you."

Maria gave her another kiss on the forehead. "Yes, Ms. Thomas. You are very kind. I will return tomorrow night for another check-up. Is that okay?"

"It's my job."

"Would you like me to help you?" Maria asked softly.

"I... I have to draw the line there."

"Then your brother should help you."

Rebecca froze at the comment.

When they went their separate ways for the night, Rebecca felt a burning sensation between her legs. She rushed towards her tent. It would be a long night.

***

Dylan was a little busier than expected the next morning because their parents were in a talkative mood. When their parents finally decided to take a long walk around the perimeter of the excavation site, he was able to focus on his brotherly duties.

Rebecca, still dressed in her blue nursing outfit, spotted him around the tents. They met up and a wave of relief washed over her. Unlike their normal get-togethers, she felt the need to give him a big hug and held it for a while.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, patting her back to show affection.

"Just felt like having some human contact."

They took a casual walk around the campsite. There were plenty of workers taking a break, sitting around, but none of them understood much English so the siblings could speak freely.

"I did something with Maria last night," Rebecca said. "Something I shouldn't have done. Something I would never have done, if not for the effects of... whatever this is."

"What happened?"

Rebecca looked around, then whispered as they walked, "I nursed from her breasts."

"You what?" Dylan's eyes widened.

"That's right. You heard correctly. She was desperate. She was in the same flustered mood I was. When she exposed them to me, it was like I had no control over myself. Well, barely any control, anyway. I felt consumed by something. So I gave in. I suckled from them."

"Jesus, that's wild. You're sure this isn't a prank, right? This isn't some elaborate ruse of some kind?"

She flashed a wry smile. "I love pranks, but I would never, and I repeat, I would never show you my nipples as part of any prank. I don't care how good the payoff is. My nipples are off limits."

"Good point," he replied. "I needed some extra clarity on that."

"Did you find anything interesting? You know, research."

"I did, actually."

She seemed taken aback. "Really? I'm surprised."

"So am I, after an hour of searching online. It's from an old and outdated source, but apparently this temple... well... do you want the academic version, or plain English?"

"Plain English works best. With all the stress I've been going through, I don't have the intellectual stamina to decipher all this at the moment."

"Okay, then," he said. "The statues in the altar make women horny, fertile, and all the rest. Basically all the stuff you were talking about."

"Yikes. What was the source?"

"Some old website that hasn't been updated in forever. Its original source was from hundreds of years ago. A European explorer stumbled across this place and the locals shared the folklore with him. That's it. There was nothing else besides that passing reference."

"Just that one sentence?"

"Some other stuff too," he said. "But it won't help for you to dwell on it."

She gave him a sharp look. "Okay, that's some bullshit if you don't tell me the rest. Come on, spit it out."

"Your call," he shrugged. "Apparently, women in close proximity to the altar become sex-crazed, to use modern day language. The only cure for it, besides avoiding the altars, is to have your cravings satisfied."

It all made sense. The dreams. The feelings in her mind and body. The feeling inside of her womanly parts. It was all because of the temple.

She remembered what Maria had told her. It sounded crazy before, but with her hormones raging as they were, it now seemed highly likely that she has indeed been possessed!

This job was set to last another two months, which was the best assessment. The pay was great, and she was gaining valuable experience. The work was also rewarding emotionally. In addition, the doctors were highly respected. They would be excellent references should she seek employment elsewhere. Hell, they may even hire her again someday! But she couldn't continue like this.

It was a difficult decision, but her mind was made up.

"Dylan, I'm going to be here for several more weeks," she said with firmly.

"I know. I think you could make it. Just... I don't know... pump your breasts? I know that sounds like worthless advice, but I would't suggest it if I didn't believe that you were tough enough to handle it."

"No I'm not. Don't you remember what I said yesterday? This 'situation' is consuming my mind and my body."

He looked stunned for a moment. "Did you have those dreams again?"

"I did," she said nodding. "It was much more vivid."

"Shit. You're better off quitting and coming back home."

"No, I won't do that. I love this job too much to quit."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Rebecca took her brother's hand. "Let's go to my tent. Let's end this once and for all."

*

In her tent, Rebecca kicked off her shoes and unceremoniously pulled down her pants.

"What the hell?" Dylan exclaimed with wide-eyes.

"I desperately need your help with my breast milk." Rebecca was almost pleading now.

She was frantic as she kicked off her pants and bent down to remove her socks so that she was barefoot. Soon she straightened up, now wearing only her blue nurse's top and white panties.

"Dressed like that?" he asked, with his eyes roaming over her legs.

"You know that I'm desperate. And you know this is the only way to stop this curse, or whatever it is that's happening to the women at this site! I'm losing my mind, Dylan."

Dylan gulped and eventually nodded. "What do you need from me?"

Despite her resolve, Rebecca hesitated before slipping her hand inside her panties and gently inserting two fingers between her labia. All her fingers needed to do was give a quick rub to gather the evidence.

She pulled her hand out and showed the tips of her fingers to her brother. They glistened with her juices.

"I've felt like this all morning," she said, still holding her hand out. "As a woman, I know that my hormones change, but this is different. This feels unnatural."

"You should really consider informing the doctors you work for. Seriously, they're in the best position to help you."

She flashed him a you-must-be-kidding look. "Would you tell your employers that you're suffering from permanent erections as the result of the mystical powers of your workplace? They'll think you're a sex pervert."

"Good point," he conceded, barely able to hide his nervousness. "So you want me to..."

There was no way he could finish that sentence. He was her brother for Christ's sake!

Rebecca gave a curt nod. "Let's try it. My patient suggested that it was the only way to cure this condition. We'll try it once, and if it works, it will have been worth it."

"And if it doesn't?" he asked.

"Well, I've been told repeatedly that I have a world-class pussy. And I do sometimes get the impression that you want to fuck me."

His jaw dropped. "Now, you must be crazy if you think that."

"Now isn't the time for shame. I've seen all the glances and peeks you've given me over the years. Just yesterday the sight of my nipples basically put you in a trance."

"That's because they're tits, nice ones at that. Of course I'm going to be entranced."

She raised an eyebrow. "So the sight of my pussy won't give you an instant erection?"

To prove her point, she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of her panties.

"It probably would," he admitted, his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Will you do it, or not?"

""Tell me exactly what you want," he said. "And I mean clearly."

She took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me. Make it hard and good, like you're spending your life savings to pay for it."

"Just like that?"

"It's that simple. No games. No foreplay. No bullshit. Just pure unadulterated fucking. Straight to the point. And, Dylan, please don't let Mom and Dad ever find out about this."

He was still fixated on her panties. "That would be for the best, I think."

"Can we get this over with?" she asked. "I need to get back to work soon. Can you start first?"

"It's better if you lead the way. You might slap me if you suddenly change your mind."

"You're right. I totally would, if I changed my mind."

Rebecca quickly removed her panties, tossing them on her camping cot. It was that simple. Now she was completely exposed from the waist down. At home in America, she kept her pussy clean shaven. Because those conveniences weren't really accessible here, there was a small patch of pubic hair on her crotch.

"Wow, you're actually serious," he said, eyes glued to his sister's pussy.

"Do you like it?" Rebecca asked, almost suggestively

"I do, but your bush is covering all the good parts, and of course, I haven't felt it in action yet."

"You're a tough crowd," she said. "How do you want to fuck me? Are you hard yet?"

"Kind of. Normally I'd be rock hard by now, but you're you. It's weird getting hard for you."

"Fair enough. I'll take the lead. We'll think of this as a medical procedure. For once, I get to be the doctor instead of the nurse."

"It'll work best that way, Doc," he said, getting into it.

They both grinned now. He would finally get to fuck her. And she would finally get to play doctor, relieve this spell, and have some great sex along the way (with her brother of people.)

She stepped towards her brother and yanked his shorts and underwear down in one quick move. As was to be expected, he flinched and took a step backward when his cock was exposed. He was about to fuck his sister after all!

Rebecca understood his hesitance. He wasn't the one being turned into a lactating, sex-crazed mess by the fertility temple.

It didn't take long for Dylan to become as hard as the rocks all around the excavation site. At first, he tried to cover his erection with his hands. Of course, this was a futile exercise, so he manned up and moved his hands away.

"Should we do it on the bed?" he asked.

Rebecca considered her needs for a moment. "No, I have a better idea."

She pushed her brother by the shoulders to a nearby crate and pushed him down so he sat on the lid.

"Do you want me to lay back?" he asked.

"No, sit up. I want to show you something."

She used her fingers to part her labia, exposing her pink opening to her brother. Her clit was swollen and glistening. Her pink hole was tight and drenched. She really was a perfect hot mess.

"Jeez," he whispered, not having seen anything like that before. "Does it always get like that?"

"By itself? No. The temple has had me looking and feeling like a waterfall lately."

"It could be some psychological thing, you know. Maybe your mind is commanding your body or something?"

Rebecca touched her chest. "And the milk?"

"Maybe. It's possible."

"It is," she replied. "But you're leaving soon. If you leave, I won't have anyone to fuck this spell out of me."

He gulped, nerves almost getting the better of him. "Are you sure this is the only way?"

"What do you think?" she asked, pushing her crotch out a little.

She grabbed her brother's wrist to bring his hand to her pussy. She wondered if she'd have to coax him some more. But just as she had suspected he would, Dylan quickly slipped his index and middle fingers into her wet hole. She couldn't stop herself, she gasped in pleasure. And relief. She stood above him, her hips thrust forward so he had unfettered access to her tight hole.

"Shit," he said, working his fingers in his sister's pussy. "I've never felt anything this hot and moist. Your juices are so sticky."

Rebecca had to keep her eyes from rolling back. "God. I could cum just from what you're doing with those fingers of yours, Dylan."

"Does fingering normally get you this close?" he asked, his fingers continuing their assault on her pussy, and his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Fuck no... Oh goodness... It usually takes me a good 15-20 minutes to cum from fingering. But this... oh god..."

Rebecca kept her eyes closed, head tilted back, as her brother kept on fingering her ultra-sensitive pussy. She moaned and seemed very relaxed. She realized that with this she has reached a level of depravity in her sex life. She reminded herself that she was forced to take this step.

"I could make you cum like this," he said, his fingers moving faster now. "We'll treat it as a test. After, we'll decide whether there's a need to continue."

She nodded, eyes still closed. "Hmm...Sounds good."

Rebecca was writhing on his hand ever so slightly now, clenching her pussy around his fingers.

They could hear some of the workers outside, chatting as they enjoyed their break. Rebecca was enjoying her break too. She was getting her pussy fingered and letting go of all the tension she had been feeling since learning about the spell of the fertility temple. She attempted to forget that it was her brother who had his fingers deep inside her wet pussy, and was shocked that the thought of her brother doing this to her was actually turning her on even more.

She started to breathe harder. Dylan was definitely a pro at fingering a woman's pussy. She savored the feeling of those penetrating fingers stroking her and hitting all her dirty little pleasure spots. She wondered if she would ever ask him again someday to do this again someday.

Maybe. Perhaps. If she was desperate enough in the future.

"Shit," she moaned, wetting her lips with her tongue. "I think I'm close."

"Good."

His fingers sped up. Soon, Rebecca's lips curled and she leaned forward to hold onto his shoulders as she convulsed around his fingers. She gave a soft little gasp as she came. She didn't want to be loud, knowing there were people all around her tent. God forbid anybody nearby rush into her tent, thinking there was an emergency, only to find them like this.

After she came, she looked down at her shocked brother, who still had his fingers inside of her pussy. Poor Dylan, he still had a raging hard-on.

"Did it work?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"I certainly came alright," she whispered in a much calmer voice. "But we need to be sure. Positively sure, or else all of this is a waste. By the looks of things, I'd say you're up for the task."

He blushed as he looked down at his erection. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, which had stopped throbbing, and held them up so they could have a look.

"Jeez," he said, looking at his own fingers. "Thick, white, hot."

It was Rebecca's turn to blush. "It's not usually like that, you know. Not that it's any of your business."

"I totally get it. It's the temple's fault you're a horny mess," he said with a grin.

She smacked his shoulder playfully. "Very funny. Now make me cum again."

Rebecca positioned herself over her brother and his massive erection. She lowered herself onto him slowly. With the right sibling's teamwork, they made it a smooth process.

Her brother's cock slipped past her labia and smoothly went inside of her pussy. Since her legs were spread and her pussy was ready for action, the penetration was easy. Rebecca's pussy was ready for a lot more. It was as if she hadn't just cum.

When she rested her body weight on him, they were face to face, with him buried deep inside of her.

"I'll do the work," she said. "I know how I like it when I'm on top. I prefer riding. I hope you don't mind."

She thrust her hips backward and forwards as she rode her brother. She looked into his eyes. Yes, Dylan was loving this too. He loved fucking his sister, the little pervert. Rebecca smiled as the truth was revealed. She had suspected it all along. She received further confirmation when he reached out and grabbed her hips as they fucked.

"I think we need to do a little more," he grunted, as his cock was buried all the way up her pussy.

She slowed down. "Oh really?"

"Your, umm, milk... That's a big part of the spell cast by the altar, right? Now we're focusing on your mind and sexual parts, but what about your lactation? I think we have to attend to that too. Otherwise our efforts may be worthless."

She stopped riding completely and looked into his eyes. "What should we do?"

"I think it would be best if... nevermind..."

"Say it. Don't chicken out now. We're already having sex and you already made me cum once."

"Can I play with your nipples?" he asked shyly. "I mean, your sexual energy needs to be channeled there too, if that makes sense."

"All you had to do was ask," said with a wink.

Rebecca lifted her blue nursing top to expose her white bra. Dylan was transfixed and slipped his hands behind her back to undo her bra. Her stiff pink nipples were revealed as the bra fell away. Her breasts were much firmer and fuller than they were the day before. She hadn't had the opportunity to milk them as much as she wanted. Her nipples were also harder than before. They also appear to have grown in length.

Noticing the effect the sight of her breasts were having on her brother, she returned to grinding her hips, continuing to fuck her brother. She was looking forward to Dylan tweaking her nipples to stimulate them and hopefully releasing some of the tension.

She was taken by surprise when he leaned in and took one of her engorged nipples into his mouth. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, but Dylan was too masterful at what he was doing. He sucked on her right nipple, making her gasp loudly. Milk shot out and into his mouth. Her nipples had never felt so stimulated in her entire life.

Dylan let go of her nipple and her swollen breast, and reached up to cover her mouth with his hand. "Shhh... that was too loud."

She could see her milk -- her milk! -- around her brother's upper lip. Rebecca got even more turned on. It was amusing too. A breast milk, incesutous mustache.

"That felt insane," she whispered against his hand.

"Even more than my cock in your pussy?" he asked, removing his hand from her mouth

"It's a different feeling. Goodness, I think I'll explode if you keep that up."

He grabbed hold of her hips again. "Well, try to keep the volume down. We have work to do. Now get back to riding me. You need to cum again."

"Like I'm the only one who wants an orgasm here," she said sarcastically, clenching around his rock hard cock.

Out of spite, she started riding him more ferociously, almost using her pussy to attack her brother. Naturally, it backfired. He was enjoying this way too much!

When Rebecca couldn't keep up her 'assault,' she returned to her slow and steady riding of her brother. Dylan couldn't wait to start sucking on her nipples again, alternating between the right and the left one. She was somewhat shocked that her brother was so inclined to suck on her nipples as hard as he was, squeezing them with his hands, pulling at them with his mouth, devouring her milk.

Could he be possessed too? Or was he just a horny pervert who gets off on fucking his sister?

Rebecca wondered. It all felt so good, but Rebecca knew she would have to analyze this further at another time, when she wasn't so preoccupied with her pussy and her tits. She loved that they were fucking and that he was suckling at her breasts. She knew that the situation they were in now wasn't entirely due to the curse. This was her doing as well. How were they enjoying such a dark and dirty taboo as much as they were!?

"I think I'm going to cum again," she gasped.

Dylan's response was to squeeze her ass with both hands so that she'd fuck him faster and harder. It was such a turn-on watching her brother's lips around her nipples, going from one to the other, and seeing him suckling them until her milk was trickling down his chin.

"You are such a freak," she whispered. "A breastmilk-suckling freak."

He spat the nipple out. "Oh yeah? You're the one lactating and fantasizing about your family."

Those words had a devilish effect on Rebecca. She grinned like she was truly possessed.

"Oh yes," she replied, riding faster. "My nipples feel so good. Keep on doing what you're doing, my naughty brother."

She pulled her brother's head towards her chest, and he obliged, continuing to drink at his sister's breasts.

Rebecca continued riding. "Do you want to hear something really dirty? I dreamt that I sucked Dad's cock last night. That I ate all of his cum. I ate Mom's pussy afterwards. They watched as I took turns with each of them, giving them unholy pleasure."

She held Dylan's head in place so he couldn't move, so he had no choice but to keep on sucking.

She continued, "I dreamt about you too. I dreamt about us in this very position. You suckling my milky tits. You cumming inside me. You know what's fucked up? That you're literally going to cum inside me. I'm going to let you. Do you like that? Do you like being a sister-fucker? Do you like sucking on your sister's milk?"

Dylan looked up at her while nursing. Yes, he did like it. She was too good at reading him.

She grinned back. Then she clenched her pussy. While her brother was milking her tits, she was going to milk him of his cum. When Dylan started to cum and tried to remove his mouth, she held his head in place so that he couldn't let go of her nipples. Sure, this had to be done because she couldn't risk him growling out loud, but mainly, she couldn't stand the idea of his suckling coming to a temporary end. She was addicted to the feeling of her tits being nursed.

She was thrusting slowly now, but her pussy's grip on his cock remained incredibly tight. It felt like she was fucking her brother within an inch of his life. Dylan's eyes lost focus and his body relaxed.

She could feel her brother's cum floating inside of her, unlike any other time in her life. It felt most unusual, like she was hypersensitive. It made her feel like she had superpowers. This felt like a gift, not a curse, given to her by the almighty fertility temple.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, letting go of her breasts and licking the milk from his lips. "I've never cum that hard before in my life."

"I know."

Rebecca reached down to finish herself off. She was already on the brink from all this fucking and all these taboo sex acts, so it took her no time. She rubbed her painfully swollen clit in fast, circular motions.

As her brother's face was resting on her breast, she had a perfect view of a framed family picture next to her bed. It was a picture taken last year, all of them smiling. She was standing next to Dylan in the photo. The picture was a reminder of how taboo this current moment was.

It only made her orgasm more intense.

She squirted all over her brother's lap. He enjoyed hearing her breathless gasps in his ear. She writhed on his lap as her orgasm caused small tremors all throughout her pussy. Her eyes rolled back. It was the best orgasm of her entire life. When she was finally done, she rested her head against her brother's, leaning her bare chest against his.

"That was surreal," he said after a while, still waiting for her to recover.

Rebecca lifted her head and looked at him. "I know. I've never cum like that before."

Then she kissed him on the lips. She never thought they'd do that! Eventually she stood up, smiling at the trail of cum that was leaking from her pussy. She grabbed a tissue from the box beside her camping cot and proceeded to clean between her legs. After what they had just done, she was no longer shy about being exposed in front of her brother. Dylan gestured to her to hand him some paper too and proceeded to wipe her cum off his cock.

"Do you think that worked?" he asked as he wore his underwear and shorts.

Rebecca, who was now drying her milky nipples, stopped to think. Her nipples were still sensitive and she was careful not to apply too much pressure, for fear of making a milky mess again. When her tits were dried of her milk and her brother's saliva, she tucked them back into her bra, then she fixed her nursing outfit.

"I hope so," she said eventually, smoothing her clothes. "It was an interesting experience, whatever the outcome. Now if you'll excuse me, I owe my patient a special favor. An oral one to be precise. It's the least I can do. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

She gave a final wink.

They both made their way towards the tent's opening. They stood face to face and shared another kiss. And then another. Before long, their tongues were in each other's mouths, swapping the taste of fresh lactation. After what they had done to each other, a sloppy milky tongue kiss seemed rather appropriate.

After a while, they separated and stepped out of the tent and into the warm sunlight. Rebecca returned to her daily nursing duties and Dylan went in search of their parents.

The End