Falling in love with breast milk

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It was a Saturday afternoon, and I wasn't really feeling like going out. I was lazily watching TV at home when the phone rang.

Sister: "Brother, are you home?"

Me: "Yeah! You need to see Mom and Dad!"

Sister: "No, it's just that you're home. Are you free right now?"

Me: "Yes! What's up?"

Sister: "I'm going to a friend's house. She just had a baby and is in her postpartum period. Will you come with me?"

Me: "Why don't you ask your friends to come with you?"
Sister: "How should I know why they're all busy today? Come with me!"

Me: "Okay!" Since my sister usually treats me well, I thought it was rare for her to ask me for help. My

sister married a very good husband, but he's a very busy man. Although he's a boss, he often works overtime on weekends. My sister, on the other hand, is a typical stay-at-home mom. Besides taking care of the children, her biggest leisure activity is shopping and having meals with her "group of stay-at-home moms" to chat about fashion brands. The family we were going to today was also one of their group members.

So, I drove my older sister to the address she specified, parked the car nearby, and accompanied her upstairs. A young woman opened the door; this was the first time I had seen Sister Ting. Later, I asked my sister about Sister Ting and learned that she was the youngest in their social circle of wealthy women, only two years older than me. Sister Ting was married to an ordinary office worker. My sister said she often complained to them that fate was playing tricks on her. She had just graduated from university when she accidentally slept with her current husband and became pregnant on the first try. Her parents didn't want her to have an abortion, so they married her because she was pregnant with someone she barely knew. Now, 12 years later, she's pregnant again by accident. The reason Sister Ting doesn't have to work and can join their social circle is mainly because her family is wealthy. I heard they own several buildings on Zhongxiao East Road, and they earn several million dollars a month just from rent.

So the three of us sat at a small round table. Tingjie, like my sister, had very fair skin. She was a little taller than my sister, probably around 166cm, but her face was even prettier than my sister's. Maybe it's because I'm not interested in my sister! So I thought Tingjie was prettier, and her voice was soft and gentle, with a bit of a babyish tone. Most importantly, she had a large bust, and every time I saw Tingjie, she always wore loose tops, revealing almost half of her breasts, with a very obvious cleavage, probably for breastfeeding convenience. She also always wore short skirts. I was reading a book next to her, while my sister and Tingjie were talking about motherhood. That's when I learned that Tingjie's breasts had become an E cup due to engorgement, and the constant milk production was causing her a lot of headaches. She often experienced severe breast pain in the middle of the night and had to express the excess milk frequently. After giving birth, her figure hadn't returned to its previous state. Tingjie said that her thighs, in particular, hadn't slimmed down, and she couldn't wear pants anymore, so she could only wear skirts every day.

Then my sister asked where her husband was. Tingjie said she was watching TV in her room and told us not to pay attention to him, which showed that their relationship wasn't very sweet. Several tens of minutes later, Tingjie said it was time for her to breastfeed, so she brought out a tiny baby from the room. Tingjie turned around, seemingly pulling aside her clothes to breastfeed. When she turned back, there was something like a large towel covering her body. Tingjie continued chatting with us while holding the baby. It was more like just the two of them talking, and I was just a listener. That was the first time I saw Tingjie.

My impression of Tingjie was that she had almost half her chest exposed, which left a good impression on me. A few days later, I was driving and needed to contact my older sister, so I picked up my phone and made a call.

Me: "Sis, I have something to tell you."

Sis: "Is it important?"

Me: "It's okay!"

Sis: "Then tell me later. I'm having dinner with friends right now. Do you have anything else to do later? Where are you?"

Me: "Nothing much! I just passed by Daan Forest Park."

Sis: "My friend's house is nearby! Why don't you come over and find me?"

Sis: "We can have a meal together, you can talk to me, and then you can give me a ride home."

Me: "Huh! I have to eat with a bunch of gossipy old ladies!"
Sis: "What 'huh'? Hurry up and come over here! Call me when you get to [location], and I'll come downstairs and bring you up."

So, my sister took me to her friend's house. As soon as I entered, I saw the dining table, which was full of people, probably about ten middle-aged women. I greeted them, and they wanted to make room for me, but I politely said no, I could sit in the living room. So I was alone in the living room, eating the beef noodles my older sister had brought me. While I was eating, my sister Ting came over with a plate full of lettuce salad and handed it to me, saying, "Seeing how good my figure is, one bowl of beef noodles definitely isn't enough. Here's a plate of lettuce salad for you." I politely thanked her, and she went back to the dining room.

But I hate lettuce; it feels like eating wild vegetables. After finishing my beef noodles, I ate a piece of lettuce—it was disgusting, I felt like throwing up! But I was too embarrassed, so I took the whole plate back. Just then, my older sister and Ting came over.

My sister said, "See! I told you my brother doesn't eat lettuce salad."

Ting said, "Brother (my sister's friends all call me brother, I don't know why), I worked so hard to make this!" Ting pouted, looking at me. My

sister said, "Everyone in our family forces him to eat it, but he absolutely refuses. You should just give up!"

Ting said, "If my brother doesn't eat it, I'll cry!" Ting pretended to cry.

At that moment, I don't know what came over me. In just a few seconds, I forced myself to gulp down mouthfuls of lettuce, which tasted absolutely disgusting.

My sister exclaimed, "Wow! The sun has risen in the west! That means my brother really likes you, Xiaoting!"

Sister Ting jokingly patted my head, "Really? I love my brother the most too."

Later, after everyone had eaten, we chatted. Besides my older sister, Sister Ting talked to me the most, probably because she was the only one I knew. While chatting with Sister Ting, I was always drawn to her exposed cleavage, my eyes constantly drifting towards it. Sister Ting eventually noticed.

Sister Ting said, "You little pervert, stop staring at me like that! Having big breasts isn't something I wanted," she wasn't angry, just joking.

That day, I inadvertently made Sister Ting realize I was a little pervert, and almost half a month passed like this.

One morning, I opened my eyes to find myself in a completely unfamiliar environment. Then I remembered I was at my older sister's house. I'd drunk too much with friends the night before and couldn't drive, so I walked to my sister's nearby house and slept there. Looking at my watch, it was almost noon, and my head was still a little sore. I went to the living room and found my sister Ting there, wiping away tears with a tissue. My older sister was sitting beside her, trying to comfort her. I went over to her and quietly asked what had happened. It turned out Ting had been a victim of domestic violence. She'd argued with her husband that morning, and he'd slapped her several times. She'd stormed out and run to my sister's house. My sister and I took turns comforting her for about 30 minutes.

Sister Ting: "Actually, my husband has been unemployed for over ten days."
Sister Ting: "He's at home every day, and no matter how much I nag him, it doesn't work; he just argues with me."

Sister Ting: "I really hope he can go back to work! Otherwise, he's just loafing around at home all day."

Sister Ting: "Could your company take in my husband?" It was then that I realized the domestic violence might be a lie; helping her husband find a job might be the real reason!

Sister: "Brother, do you have any openings?"

Me: "How would I know? I'm not the boss, I have to ask Dad."

Sister: "Then call Dad and ask him. I'll ask my husband if he's available."

So I called Dad, and his reply was, "Why are you asking me such a small thing? I'm a grown man, I should make my own decision." Just then, I saw

Sister shaking her head and saying, "My husband's company doesn't have any openings."
Me: "Dad told me to decide for myself!"

Sister Ting: "Brother, I'm begging you," Sister Ting grabbed my hand and looked at me silently.

Me: "Oh! Okay!"

Sister Ting: "Brother, I love you the most."

After saying that, Sister Ting jumped on me and hugged me for about five seconds. I felt a surge of joy, not because I had found a fool, but because Sister Ting's soft, big breasts were pressing against my chest, and I almost wanted to grab them. That day, Sister Ting made a lot of physical advances towards me, like pinching my nose, grabbing my hand, and patting my head.

The next day, I finally saw Ting's husband. His name was Ah Xiong, and he claimed to be 170cm tall, but he was short and had a dark complexion, looking very much like a foreign laborer. That day, I was walking near Taipei Main Station, crossing the street in the crowd, when I saw Ting sitting in the first row of cars waiting at the traffic light. A young man was driving, and the two of them were flirting. I was a little surprised, but too embarrassed to go over and say hello. Later, I immediately called my older sister.

Me: "Do you know what I just saw?"

Sister: "Saw what?"

Me: "I saw Ting flirting with a young man in the car!"

Sister: "And then?" My older sister didn't seem surprised at all.
Me: "That's it! Could it be that Ting's child isn't her husband's?"

Sister: "It's their family matter, don't meddle!"
Later, I learned that my older sister had bumped into Ting with different men a few times while shopping, and I began to think that Ting's private life was very complicated.

I work for a family business as the head of the sales department. I manage the entire department, but our job isn't to acquire new clients—that's a matter of luck. New clients are usually introduced by existing clients. Our responsibility is to maintain good relationships with existing clients and ensure they keep signing new contracts. And how do we get clients to sign new contracts? Through experimentation, I've found that going to bars is the best way, especially those with hostesses. Many clients, particularly Japanese ones, love that. I feel like I'm part of the company's public relations team, often going to bars at night. Luckily, I don't have a wife or children yet, which has allowed me to get quite familiar with the bar managers.

When I go to bars to entertain clients, I usually bring two colleagues: one to represent the client, and the other to help me handle the drinking. I need to stay sober; I can't let the host get drunk before the guests. I also need to manage the client's affairs and control everything from start to finish. It just so happens that I have to go out for a business dinner tonight, Friday. The person who's supposed to help me with the drinking is sick and on leave. I was thinking about who could go, and then Ah Xiong came running over. I don't know where he heard that I had a business dinner tonight and needed someone, but Ah Xiong volunteered, saying

that he could hold his liquor pretty well and that many of his colleagues liked to go with me. The reason was simple: I always covered all the expenses for going out at night with my "public relations funds." Later, I thought I could give it a try, so I agreed. So, Ah Xiong, Ah Ji, two clients, and I went to a private room at the hotel. The manager picked out five pretty girls for me to take out, and I sat next to each of them. But that's when I regretted choosing Ah Xiong. The reason was that not only did he not help me with the drinking, but he also acted like a big shot, acting like a customer. He liked to lick the girls' faces, grab their breasts, and even pluck their pubic hair. He felt like a low-class, perverted lecher. He completely disgraced our company.

That day, I was a bit tipsy from drinking, more than usual for business dinners, all because I brought along an idiot who was almost passed out. I needed to confirm with the manager which girls I should bring that day; usually, I only arrange for clients. But Ah Xiong, drunk, came over and said he wanted to bring one too. I thought to myself, "You idiot, you've already been cheated on, why don't you go home?" But seeing that Ah Xiong couldn't seem to get home on his own, I didn't really want to give him a ride. I thought I'd let him bring one to a hotel for the night, so someone could take care of him. Ah Ji helped Ah Xiong to the hotel bed and said he had to go home; his wife was waiting. I told the girls to take good care of this idiot, and then I went downstairs and left the hotel.

Looking at my watch, I realized it was only a little past ten. Then I thought, should I tell Sister Ting that her husband isn't coming home today? So I picked up my phone.

Me: "Sister Ting, it's me, your little brother!"

Sister Ting: "What's up?"

Me: "I asked your husband out for a business dinner today, but he got drunk. I arranged for him to sleep in a hotel, and I asked another colleague to stay and take care of him." I didn't mention the colleague; she was the hostess he brought out.

Sister Ting: "Sigh... here we go again, little brother. Thank you for taking such good care of him." I thought to myself, this is only the first time I've gone out for a business dinner with Ah Xiong! And there will definitely not be a next time.

Me: "What's wrong, Sister Ting? Ah Xiong often doesn't come home like this!"
Sister Ting: "Sometimes! It makes me quite lonely."

Me: "Do you need me to keep you company?" I said casually.
Sister Ting: "Sure! Then wait for me downstairs at my place." Before I could reply, Sister Ting hung up the phone. I thought to myself, since it's already like this, I had no choice but to drive to Sister Ting's house.

When I got close, I saw Sister Ting standing downstairs. She was wearing a shirt and a short skirt, holding a small bag, so she got into my car.

Sister Ting: "Long time no see!"

Me: "Yeah! It's been almost a month since I last saw you."
Sister Ting: "Yeah! Your little brother is still as handsome as ever."
Me: "How could you go out at night? Don't you need to take care of the child?"

Sister Ting: "I had a skin allergy before, and my in-laws were afraid I would infect the child, so they took him to their house."

Me: "Then how do you feed the child?"

Sister Ting: "I produce so much breast milk, I express it in advance, and my father-in-law comes to pick it up every day around noon."

Me: "Oh, really!"

Sister Ting: "You look so tired, are you alright?"
Me: "Maybe I drank too much just now, I'm a little dizzy now."
Sister Ting: "Then you shouldn't drive anymore! It's very dangerous! You should find a place to rest!"

Me: "Don't you suggest I go to a motel to rest first?"
Sister Ting: "No, safety first."
So I drove to a motel, and as soon as I got to the room, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. I was so tired. I don't know how long I slept, but I was startled awake. It was still dark outside, but all the lights in the room were still on. I looked around and saw that Sister Ting wasn't in the room. I figured she had probably already gone home. Then I saw the bathroom light was on, and I needed to pee, so I went in. I saw Sister Ting standing in front of the sink with her back to me. Because I was in a hurry to pee and still a little dizzy, I didn't think much of it. I turned my back to Sister Ting, aimed at the toilet, and peed. After I finished, I flushed the toilet and turned around to wash my hands.

Sister Ting: "Why didn't you knock before coming in?!"

Sister Ting: "I'm expressing breast milk, and my breasts are so swollen and painful!" Then I saw that all the buttons on her shirt were undone, and Sister Ting was buttoning them back up one by one from the bottom.

Me: "Are you done expressing?"

Sister Ting: "There's still a little bit left in my left breast, but it's okay, it doesn't hurt as much now." Maybe it was because I suddenly walked in that Sister Ting hadn't finished expressing! At this moment, I hugged Sister Ting from behind.

Me: "Sister Ting, can I drink the last bit?"

Sister Ting: "You little pervert, what's so great about breast milk?"
Me: "But when I see you breastfeeding, my saliva keeps flowing, and I feel like I want to drink some too."

Sister Ting: "Little brother, you really want some?" Sister Ting put her right hand on my neck.

Me: "Mmm!"

Sister Ting: "Then go sit down properly." I don't know why Sister Ting said that. Maybe she likes me, or maybe I helped her and she wanted to repay her kindness.

So I put the toilet seat down and sat on the toilet. Sister Ting stood in front of me, unbuttoned the top four buttons of her shirt, and gently pulled down her left bra. Wow! A huge breast was revealed in front of me, with a large, pink areola. Sister Ting told me to open my mouth, and I obediently listened to her. The first squeeze of her breast sprayed onto my right cheek.

Sister Ting: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Let me wipe myself with some tissue."

Me: "No need! No need! Sister Ting, please squeeze again, I haven't had any yet."

Sister Ting then squeezed again, and the milk just happened to go into my mouth. This was the first time I had ever drunk breast milk in my life. I don't know if men lack maternal love from a young age, but I felt that just drinking wasn't enough, and I wanted to be like a baby who could drink breast milk directly. So I grabbed Sister Ting's buttocks with both hands, pulled her to sit on me, and sucked on Sister Ting's nipple.

Sister Ting: "Little brother, don't do this!" Sister Ting tried to push me away with her hands, but I held her back with my right hand, not letting her leave me, and sucked hard on her nipple, hoping that more milk would be secreted, but no matter how hard I sucked, nothing came out.

Sister Ting: "Ouch! Little brother, don't suck so hard. If you want to drink so much, I'll squeeze some for you." Hearing this, I stopped sucking on her nipple and started licking it instead.

At this moment, Sister Ting unhooked her bra, touching her left breast with her left hand and my head with her right, as if she were really feeding me milk. This only made me more aroused. I started touching Sister Ting's right breast with my left hand, and my right hand had already slipped inside her panties, stroking her vulva along her buttocks. Sister Ting was feeding me while gently swaying her body. My mouth was full of the taste of breast milk. Then,

Sister Ting said, "Little brother, I've almost finished expressing my milk, but you've made me really want it!"

Before I could speak, Sister Ting stood up and quickly squatted down again, unbuttoning and pulling down my suit pants, and sucking my penis.

Sister Ting said, "You little pervert, I knew you wanted it."

I said, "Huh! How did you know?!"

Sister Ting said, "The first time I saw you, you kept staring at my breasts, so I guessed you were a little pervert." While Sister Ting spoke, she teased my glans with her fingers, and when she wasn't talking, she continued sucking. At this moment, I thought Sister Ting's technique was pretty good! Not inferior to those hotel girls.

Me: "I think Sister Ting is quite the pervert, why didn't you ask me out sooner!" Since I knew Sister Ting's private life wasn't exactly innocent, I guessed she must be a pervert.

Sister Ting: "I've wanted to for a long time, but I just couldn't find the right opportunity." Hearing that, I thought, "So you've been wanting me to fuck you for a long time!"

So I pulled Sister Ting up, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and spread her vagina open. Sister Ting used her hand to slightly move my penis, then faced me, sat on my lap, and swayed her body up and down. I supported myself on the head of my penis, watching Sister Ting sway, especially her two big breasts, which were partially hidden by her shirt and unhooked bra, and I could hear Sister Ting's soft moans. As soon as I penetrated her, my penis became engorged with blood. So I picked up Ting's legs and started having sex with her standing up. Normally, with other girls, I could hold this position for about thirty seconds, but Ting's figure hadn't really returned to its standard shape yet. After about ten seconds, my arms started to ache, so I leaned her against the wall and slowly slowed the thrusting motion, my hands stroking her buttocks. Ting's moans gradually stopped.

Ting: "Brother, your penis is really big!"
Me: "Ah Xiong's, is it small?"

Ting: "Yes! I don't feel much when I'm with him."
Me: "How often do you have sex with him?"

Ting: "Only once in a long time! And it's always when he really wants it, he forces himself on me."

Me: "Poor Ting! Being bullied by a foreign worker, let me satisfy you properly."

So, I pulled Ting to the sink, her hands on the sink, and I thrust my penis in from behind. As I penetrated her, Tingjie's moans started again. Tingjie wasn't the type of girl who would say lewd things while having sex; she just moaned softly. I pulled up Tingjie's skirt, watching my penis inside her, and pulled up her shirt with both hands, grabbing her breasts as I fucked her. I could still feel a little residual milk on Tingjie's nipples. I don't know if it was because I hadn't had sex in a long time, or if I was particularly aroused by having sex with Tingjie, but I ejaculated on Tingjie's ass in just ten minutes. On

Monday, I overheard Ah Xiong bragging to Ah Ji at the company that he had gotten the girl he brought out on Friday completely drunk, and the whole hotel was filled with her moans. The girl even said that his penis was the biggest he had ever seen since he started working for clients. I thought, how could that be? It's different from what Tingjie said. Was Tingjie just praising me on purpose? So I went to my office and called the hotel manager.

Manager: "So-and-so, were you satisfied yesterday?"

Me: "It was fine! The girls at your hotel all have amazing figures."

Manager: "As long as you're satisfied, I'm happy."
Me: "Can I see so-and-so (the girl Ah Xiong brought out)?"

Manager: "Sure! Just a moment!" A minute later.
Girl: "Excuse me, is there something you need?"

Me: "I'm so-and-so, I wanted to ask how things were last night with my subordinate?"

Girl: "You mean that little toothpick!"

Me: "Little toothpick?"

Girl: "Yes! You don't know how I was giving him oral sex! How I was giving him oral sex, I just felt his penis wasn't changing much, I was even wondering if he was asleep, but then he opened his eyes wide and looked at me, saying it felt so good, and he even called himself a little toothpick, wanting to have sex with me."

Me: "Oh! That's all then, thank you." After hearing this, I almost burst out laughing, thinking to myself, could Ah Xiong be impotent? No wonder Sister Ting cheated on him.

A few days passed like this. Ting tried calling or texting me, but I was always busy and didn't have time to see her. Then one Friday, my sister called.

Sister: "Brother, are you free tomorrow, it's the weekend?"
Me: "What do you want?"

Sister: "Ting said she wants us to come to her house this afternoon. She asked me to ask you if you want to come too. She said she hasn't seen you in a while."

I thought, "Has it been a long time? Didn't I just sleep with her at the motel? And she already asked my sister to invite me! Why is she in such a hurry? Does she really want me to sleep with her that much?!" I checked my phone calendar; I didn't have anything important to do tomorrow, so I agreed to my sister's

invitation, thinking I could go get some breast milk again. When I arrived at Ting's house that day, the three of us sat at the small round table chatting, just like the first time I met her. But this time, unlike the first time I met Ting, she would frequently nudge my foot with her toes, or let her whole leg roam over my leg, arousing my penis.

Sister: "Where's your husband?"

Sister Ting: "He went to his parents' house to see the kids."
Sister: "Why didn't you invite anyone else? I'd like to see if so-and-so is free."

Sister Ting didn't respond much, so my older sister started dialing her phone. I could tell from Sister Ting's expression that she seemed reluctant, probably thinking that the more people came, the less interaction she would have with me. Later, the members of the "elite group" of aunts and uncles arrived at Sister Ting's house one after another, while I sat on the sofa watching TV. Since Sister Ting's house wasn't very big, but the number of attendees from the "elite group" was very high, with friends and family calling out to each other, more and more people came. So someone suggested going to the New Balance coffee shop on the first floor to have coffee and chat in a different place. I told my older sister that I wouldn't go downstairs; I wouldn't be able to chat much with a bunch of aunts and uncles. I'd just stay at Sister Ting's house and watch TV while waiting for my older sister to come home. Sister Ting said she needed to express some breast milk and asked them to go downstairs first, so the room was left with just Sister Ting and me.

I sat on the sofa and watched as Sister Ting saw the guest out, locked the door, turned back and gave me a lewd grin before going into the room. I thought to myself, "You little slut, you must be getting impatient!" So I followed her in, only to find that Sister Ting had locked the door from the inside. I wondered what she was up to. I sat back down on the sofa, my penis already throbbing.

Five minutes later, Sister Ting, wearing a black set of underwear, came out of the room and sat on me.

Sister Ting said, "These are my new underwear from yesterday, aren't they pretty? You'll be the first person to see them!" I looked at them; they were indeed incredibly sexy.

Me: "You look best without clothes."

Sister Ting: "You little pervert."

Then we started kissing passionately. While kissing, Sister Ting unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it to the floor. I also unhooked her bra and quickly licked her nipples. Sister Ting squeezed out some milk and drank it with me. Later, Sister Ting knelt on the floor and pulled off all my pants, sucking my penis continuously. I just gently pressed Sister Ting's head with my right hand. It felt so good; I almost ejaculated. Then Sister Ting stood up, her legs over my body on the sofa. I leaned down and put my head into Sister Ting's vagina. Sister Ting kept moaning, her hands tightly gripping my head, as if she wouldn't let me leave.

Later, I returned to the original position, and Sister Ting sat down with my penis in her hand. Sister Ting swayed her body like before, but her hands touched the lower edge of her breasts, saying that her breasts were very swollen and asking if I wanted to drink her milk. Of course, I said yes. Just as my head was about to approach her breasts, Sister Ting squeezed out some milk, which sprayed right near my nostrils.

Me: "You little slut, spewing nonsense!" I thought to myself, I'm going to fuck you to death, you little whore.

Sister Ting: "I didn't! It was an accident!"
I held Sister Ting's waist with both hands, making her rock back and forth even more vigorously. Sister Ting looked very pleased, her hands gripping her breasts tightly, two streams of milk spurting out, hitting my chest. The more I watched, the more excited I became, rocking her even harder. Sister Ting was also moaning with pleasure, her hands squeezing her breasts intermittently, causing more milk to spurt out, sometimes onto my chest, sometimes onto my shoulders, sometimes onto the sofa. I really didn't want to change positions, because this position was incredibly pleasurable, except for the feeling of a slutty girl sitting on me, rocking up and down, and the milk slowly flowing down her body, but I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

I wrapped my right arm around Tingjie's waist, laid her down on the sofa, intertwined my fingers with hers, pressed her down onto the sofa, and thrust my hips forward, pressing my body against hers. I felt some sticky fluid between us, so I ejaculated my last semen inside her. Tingjie wasn't angry; instead, she sat up and said she hadn't finished expressing her milk and asked if I wanted some. So I diligently suckled her nipple and drank the milk she had given me.

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