[The Perfect Wet Nurse]

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Preface: I'm a breastfeeding enthusiast. I don't know why I'm interested in it, I just

like it. My mother told me that when I was born, I didn't have enough milk and grew up on

cow's milk !

So, my infancy was a milk-free era. I loved watching people breastfeed from a young age, and I watched with longing

.

My first real breastfeeding experience was when I was 8 years old,

when . She was a woman from a small county who had married into the city. She and her husband were both from out of town and

had no parents to help them. Her husband was a driver for our company and was often away on business. Our family had a good

relationship ; my family often asked her husband to buy things from the provincial capital. My mother also took good care of Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen was probably around 24 years old then, I don't remember exactly.

I remember one time when I went downstairs to see her, I found her breasts were engorged and she was very uncomfortable. She

smiled and asked me to help her express some milk, saying that her baby couldn't finish it all. That was my first breastfeeding experience. I later

helped express milk twice more. But I cherished this experience of breastfeeding very much and wanted to continue...

??? But later there was no chance, her husband took leave to take care of her. (This experience was

when , quite a long time ago, so it's not very clear. The main reason is that Aunt Chen wasn't pretty, and her nipples weren't very

attractive, so I didn't want to...)

??? Until...

??????????????????????????????? (Part 1)

??? When I was 14 years old, a woman named Zhu Xiaoying moved into the apartment across from ours on the first floor. She was about 1.60 meters tall, had a good

figure , quite full-figured, and was pretty. Really, she was pretty, but not in a flamboyant way; she had

the composure of a mature woman, like a mother. My mother told me to call her Aunt Zhu, but when I saw such a young and

pretty aunt, I called her Sister Zhu, and she was very happy.

Later, I learned from my mother's casual conversations with others that she was a female graduate from Southwest Agricultural University in Chongqing,

around 22 years old. She and her boyfriend (who wasn't married yet)

were assigned to our company as technical talent. To show their appreciation, the company made an exception and allocated them

a two-bedroom apartment.

However, this man later dumped her to go abroad to

study with a woman from Shanghai. Although he left, the company felt awkward about taking back the apartment,

so my sister lived alone in the two-bedroom apartment.

My mother worked in the same department as my sister and, knowing about her romantic situation,

took good care of her. Not long after, we learned that my sister was four months pregnant. Everyone thought the baby

should be kept, but soon, probably due to my sister's excessive grief, the baby

was born prematurely at five months and died.

After that, the company granted my sister a long leave of absence until she recovered and returned to work. She also asked my

mother to take good care of her, fearing that she might do something rash because of the series of misfortunes she had suffered…

??? From then on, I often accompanied my mother to Sister Zhu's house, and later we went almost every day. I was in the second year of junior high school at the time.

My parents were busy at noon and couldn't go home to cook because (our workplace's staff dormitory and my parents' workplace

were separate, so we couldn't go home in time for lunch). For lunch, I would go to the company cafeteria with Sister Zhu

to get food and eat together, then take a nap at her house before going to class.

??? This was something my mother asked my sister to do. My mother thought that this way, my sister wouldn't be bored and wouldn't do anything wrong

. Also, I was a little mischievous and good at making people laugh, so my sister would be in a good mood and wouldn't overthink things. After school

in the afternoon , I would also have dinner with my sister. Then, around 8 pm, I would go back to my own home on the second floor across the street,

which was when my parents would come home.

??? I remember this going on for about 3 or 4 months! I don't remember the exact time. I only remember that my sister gave birth prematurely in June.

Starting in September, I noticed that my sister's breasts were getting bigger and bigger.

Later, I discovered that my older sister frequently washed her underwear. I remember one weekend, my sister and I went to the mall. It was having a huge

sale, and it was very crowded. My sister was so happy that she bought a lot of summer and autumn clothes. We returned home with bags full of purchases,

and my sister immediately went into the inner room. She said, "Xiaogang, let me change my clothes. Can you

take out all the things we bought?" I started organizing our purchases at the large table in the living room. But I wondered,

why was my sister in such a hurry to change? I wanted to take a look.

Seeing that the bedroom door was closed, I quietly went to the balcony. The house layout is such that the master bedroom

window faces the balcony (this is common in older houses in our area). The curtains weren't fully drawn, and I could peek

in, but I was afraid of leaving my shadow on them, so I only dared to peek along the edge. I saw

my sister take off her bra, and I clearly saw a wet patch on it. I was now certain that my sister had milk.

Hehe. I was so happy. Recalling that experience when I was eight years old, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and familiarity.

Then I went back to the living room, and my sister came out wearing a thin shirt. This time I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra!

Wow! Her breasts were so big, much bigger than in the summer, stretching the shirt open a bit. Her nipples were clearly visible against

the fabric , hard as peanuts, very tempting. My sister didn't

seem to notice, and we were tidying up our new things together. But I kept stealing glances at her breasts and talking to her.

Sometimes when she laughed, her breasts would tremble, and I felt so excited.

From then on, I noticed my sister wasn't wearing a bra. Later, I asked her about it, and she said it was uncomfortable, but she

changed it frequently. I remember one afternoon after school, I went back to my sister's house. She opened the door for me and then sat on the sofa in

the bedroom watching TV and knitting gloves. She was wearing a coat over a thin cotton

sweater, and the area around her nipples was wet, with two damp patches.

My sister said, "After I finish these injections, we'll go to the cafeteria." She continued knitting intently,

while I pretended to watch TV, then secretly peeked at her chest. She probably didn't notice.

She rubbing her swollen breasts; I knew her breasts must be engorged.

Then she put on her coat and we went to the cafeteria to get food. We took the food home to eat, and my sister took off her coat...

She was eating in just a cotton undershirt, and I noticed the milk stain had spread. After a few bites, my sister also

felt uncomfortable and looked down at the wet stain on her clothes. Suddenly, she saw me looking at her, smiled,

and I immediately lowered my head in fright and continued eating. My sister got up, went inside, and changed her clothes. We

continued eating. Neither of us spoke. This happened a few more times afterward. My sister looked at me, but still

didn't answer, and went straight to change her clothes. I remained silent.

From then on, I noticed my sister changed her underwear more frequently, which was

evident from the clothes in the bathroom and washing machine. I thought my sister must have a lot of milk. I remember one noon, the weather was nice, the sun was shining, and

my sister took off the sheets and duvet covers to wash them.

Because the sheets and other items were too big for the washing machine to handle, she put them

in the laundry tub on the balcony and washed them by hand. This work was tiring and made her sweat a lot. She was only wearing a thin shirt while working. I was

watching TV alone, which was boring, so I went to the balcony to check on my sister. That's when I saw a wonderful

sight.

My sister's clothes were thin and wet, and I could clearly see two beautiful, deep red nipples

pressed against her damp shirt—so pretty! And as she washed the clothes, they trembled slightly, which was incredibly

exciting.

I stood there, completely mesmerized, staring at my sister's chest, forgetting to look away. Finally,

my sister seemed to notice me. She coughed twice, then turned to look at me. I immediately

snapped out of it, my heart pounding, and I stammered, "Sister...sister, do you need help?"

My sister smiled at me and asked me to get her a basin to hold the clothes. I ran like the wind to the bathroom to get

the basin, avoiding the embarrassment.

Finally, an unforgettable day arrived. That noon, we came back from the company cafeteria with our lunch.

We sat at the table eating together. After a while, I noticed something was off with my sister. She kept

rubbing her breasts with her elbow. It was a sunny midday, and the weather was quite warm. Soon, I noticed

the front of her shirt was wet again (since she started breastfeeding, she hasn't liked wearing a bra unless she's going out).

My sister seemed to notice me staring. She got up, went back to her room, and changed. She was only wearing

a loose cotton t-shirt. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly see the outline of her full breasts

and the two nipples sticking out of the t-shirt. "How tempting!

" I thought to myself. Finally, we finished eating. My sister cleared the table, wiped everything clean, and came

back inside to watch TV with me. When she sat down on the sofa, I noticed her chest was wet again.

This time it was even more obvious because she was only wearing a cotton t-shirt, and her wet nipples were pressed against the fabric

, clearly showing.

I think my milk probably came out again when my sister moved around, and she hadn't noticed. After a while

, she probably realized it and discovered I was peeking at her. Her expression was strange

, a mix of reproach and kindness.

Anyway, my sister has never gotten angry with me before, so I wasn't afraid. If she wanted to change clothes now,

she'd have to ask me to leave (because we were watching TV in her bedroom).

But then she sighed, as if she'd finally made up her mind, and said, "Okay, so

you've been peeking at me lately, haven't you, you little rascal?"

I was stunned by the question and didn't know how to answer. I was so nervous. My sister suddenly

smiled , "You've been wanting to know all this time, haven't you? I'll tell you now. You

know I had a miscarriage, the baby's gone, but… I have milk now, and my breasts are engorged, you know?!" After saying

that, she seemed relieved.

Then she patted my head, as if trying to wake me up.

Finally, I heard my sister tell me herself! I was so happy, but I had to act a little dazed

, so I asked, "What are you going to do, sister?"

My sister said, "When my breasts are engorged, I'll express the milk into a cup and mix it with regular milk."

Then she smiled at me. When I heard that, my mind exploded. So…so recently

, the milk my sister and I had been drinking had been mixed with her breast milk.

It tasted a little different, though. Weird…I suddenly felt hot all over, and my face burned

… My sister saw me and giggled, "You know now! You little rascal, the milk tastes a little different lately

, doesn't it? A little shy, what's wrong? Don't you think the milk with the additive tastes bad?"

I panicked and stammered, "No! No! It's fine! It's fine!" My sister laughed heartily,

her body trembling, her breasts shaking. I saw it, and my face turned even redder, my heart pounding.

Suddenly, my sister stopped laughing. Looking down, she saw the wet patch on her chest had widened again;

she'd probably leaked milk while teasing her. Feeling the engorgement in her breasts, she gently cupped them a few times. I could clearly

see milk spilling from her nipples through her clothes. Then, she suddenly said, "Come on! You little rascal,

my breasts are so engorged, let me suckle!"

I was stunned. This was what I'd been waiting for all along

! I thought I'd misheard. My heart was pounding, like it was going to jump out of my throat,

and my face was burning hot. My sister glanced at me, then suddenly pulled off her large t-shirt.

My mind went blank…

Finally, I saw the beautiful breasts I'd always dreamed of. My sister's two full, snow-white breasts

were displayed before me, against her pure white body. Her gentle, loving smile. Everything felt

like a dream.

My sister's breasts were very full and engorged; it took both my hands to cover them. Her nipples were

a deep red , not purple or black, and more beautiful than many breastfeeding mothers I'd seen before. Her areolas

were also slightly protruding, making her nipples appear even more perky and beautiful.

Later I learned that when breasts are engorged, even the areolas can become prominent. My sister's nipples were like the most beautiful...

"Peanuts," I really thought at the time. My sister's breasts were also beautiful. Full and not sagging,

the lower part of her breasts rounded and upturned. They looked so perfect.

My sister saw me looking at her body with a dazed expression. She didn't say anything, just smiled and leaned closer

, touching my head, bringing her breast to my mouth. There was no need to hesitate anymore. I came back to my senses,

buried my face in my sister's chest, and gently took her nipple into my mouth. My sister took a deep breath, and

I could feel the rise and fall of her body, and the warmth from her breast. It was so warm and sweet,

like a dream, intoxicating. Like returning to my mother's embrace.

Then my sister reached out and squeezed the breast I was sucking on. I only felt a warm

current flow from my sister's breast into my mouth. I was completely lost in that wonderful moment. To be honest,

I even forgot what it tasted like. I just felt that it was the sweetest liquid in the world, the warmest drink. I

couldn't wait to swallow it.

My mouth was filled with my sister's breast milk, its sweet aroma filling my mouth, moistening my throat, and

nourishing my soul. My sister and I were so close. At that moment, I realized she

considered me her baby, a big child who could nurse. At that moment, I was her closest person. That's why she

was so intimately sharing her milk with me.

Feeling her deep affection, I hugged her even tighter. Her warm nipple was

in my mouth, the sweet milk flowing from it. I could feel her pleasure and excitement; when

I suckled harder, her body trembled slightly, and her breathing became more rapid.

I suckled at her breast like a greedy infant. Only after I had

almost finished one breast did I leave it, revealing a swollen, bright red nipple,

glistening with milk and my saliva—so beautiful and alluring. My sister

quickly moved her other breast towards me, and I immediately buried my head to continue enjoying what I considered the most exquisite

pleasure in the world. (At that time, I really didn't have any X-rated thoughts in my mind, and I didn't even think about taking

the opportunity to lick my sister's beautiful nipple. Everything was full of innocence.)

Finally, it was all over. Looking at my sister's two nipples, swollen and red from my sucking, I felt

that my relationship with my sister was no longer the same. I couldn't explain it at the time. But something strange was definitely in my heart

. I then noticed that my sister's face was also red; it was the first time I had seen her blush in so long. My sister

looked at me gently, without saying a word, and simply got up and went to the toilet. I sat there for a while

before realizing that class was about to start. Without telling my sister, I grabbed my backpack and went to class.

I remember that after that day, for two or three days, something was off between my sister and me;

we didn't talk much.

We just did what we were supposed to do. I think the second time was on a weekend. I accompanied my sister shopping, and when we came back,

she went back to her room to change clothes. But she quickly opened the bedroom door and let me in. I saw my sister wearing a white shirt,

the front of which was wet again. She smiled at me and said, "Look, it's wet again." Then

she unbuttoned her shirt, and my heart started racing. "I'll squeeze it with my hands, but it hurts

a little Why don't you help me?" my sister said as

she unbuttoned her shirt. Only then did I notice a porcelain bowl on the bedside table with some milky white liquid inside—undoubtedly the milk my sister

had expressed .

After the first time, the second time felt so calm, everything seemed to happen

naturally . Perhaps it's true what they say: practice makes perfect. My sister opened her shirt, and

once again I saw her beautiful breasts up close. The rosy nipples, glistening with milk,

looked even more vibrant. They were hard and erect, probably from the excitement of expressing milk herself. Her breasts

appeared even fuller and rounder. My sister's breasts didn't have the veins of some breastfeeding mothers. Looking closely, it was a little

startling , but still quite fair and smooth.

My sister then cupped her breasts in her hands and said, "Come on, my little darling!" I felt

an incredibly warm invitation and immediately moved closer. Unlike the first time I was completely infatuated, this time I was

much calmer. I felt my sister's warm nipple in my mouth; it was so wonderful. With each suckle,

warm, slightly sweet milk flowed into my mouth, carrying a slightly stronger

milky smell than cow's milk. It was full, but combined with my sister's fragrance, it felt so natural… like being

on a grassland. I don't know why, it was really strange.

Greedily suckling my sister's milk in her embrace, I felt incredibly satisfied.

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