Breast milk is so delicious

I remember one weekend, my sister and I went to the mall. It was having a huge end-of-season 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 peek.

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, so 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 incredible 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 often. 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 her nipples were 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, secretly glancing at her chest. She probably didn't notice. She kept rubbing her swollen breasts; I knew she must be experiencing breast engorgement.

Then she put on her coat and we went to the cafeteria to get food. We ate at home, and she took off her coat, eating in just a cotton undershirt. I noticed the milk stain had widened. After a few bites, she felt uncomfortable and looked down at the wet stain on her clothes. Suddenly, she saw me looking at her there, smiled, and I immediately lowered my head, continuing to eat. She got up, went inside, changed her clothes, and came out to continue eating. Neither of us spoke. This happened a few more times; she would look at me, still not answer, and go to change. I remained silent.

From then on, I noticed she changed her underwear more frequently, which was evident from the clothes in the bathroom and washing machine. I figured she must have a lot of milk now. I remember one midday, the weather was lovely, the sun was shining brightly, and my sister was taking the bed sheets and duvet

covers off to wash. Because the sheets and other items were too big for the washing machine, she put them in the laundry tub on the balcony and washed them by hand. This work was tiring, and she was sweating a lot. She was only wearing a thin shirt while she worked. I was watching TV alone, which wasn't interesting, so I went to the balcony to check on my sister. That's when I saw a beautiful 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 kept washing 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, "Thump! Thump!" My heart started racing, and I stammered, "Sister...sister, do you need help?"

My sister smiled at me and then asked me to get her a basin to put her clothes in. I ran to the bathroom like a shot to get the basin, avoiding an embarrassing situation.

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

We sat at the table to eat together, and after a while, I noticed something was wrong with my sister. She kept rubbing her breasts with her elbow. Because it was sunny and the weather was relatively warm that noon, I soon noticed that the front of her shirt was wet again (since she started breastfeeding, she didn't like wearing a bra unless she was going out).

My sister seemed to notice my gaze, got up, went back to her room, and changed her clothes. 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 those nipples are!" I thought to myself.

Finally, we finished eating, and my sister cleared the dishes, wiped the table clean, and tidied everything up before coming into the room to watch TV with me. When my sister sat down on the sofa, I noticed that 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 figured her milk had come out again when she moved around, and she hadn't noticed. After a while, she probably realized it and saw me peeking at her. Her expression was strange, a mix of reproach and kindness.

Anyway, my sister had never gotten angry with me before, so I wasn't afraid. If she wanted to change her clothes now, she would have to ask me to leave (because we were watching TV in her bedroom). But she seemed to have finally made up her mind and sighed, saying, "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? Well, you know I had a miscarriage, the baby's gone, but... I have milk now, and my breasts are engorged. Got it?!" She seemed relieved after saying that.

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

Finally, I heard it from my sister herself! I was so happy, but I had to stay calm, so I asked, "So, what are you going to do, sister?"

She said, "When my breasts are engorged, I'll express the milk, put it in a cup, and drink it with regular milk."

She smiled at me. When I heard that, my mind exploded. So... so the milk my sister and I had been drinking lately had been mixed with her breast milk. I had noticed a slight difference in taste. Strange… I suddenly felt hot all over, and my face was burning… My sister saw me and giggled, saying, “You know now! You little rascal, the milk tastes a bit different lately, doesn’t it? Hehe! A little shy, what’s wrong? Do you think the milk with the additive doesn’t taste good?”

I panicked a bit and said, “No! No! It’s great! It’s great!” My sister laughed heartily. She laughed so hard her body trembled, and her breasts jiggled. I saw it, and my face turned even redder, my heart racing.

Suddenly, my sister stopped laughing. She looked down and saw that the wet patch on her chest had increased again; she must have leaked milk while teasing me. My sister probably felt the swelling and pain in her breasts and touched them a few times. I could clearly see milk leaking from her nipples through her clothes. At that moment, my sister suddenly said, “Come on! You little rascal, my breasts are so swollen, let me suckle!”

I was stunned when I heard this. I didn’t know why, but wasn’t this what I had been looking forward to the most? I thought I had misheard. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat, and my face was burning hot. My sister glanced at me, still stunned, and 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 beautiful 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, 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 protrude. My sister's nipples were like the most beautiful peanuts; truly, that's what I thought at the time. Her breast shape was also beautiful. Full but not sagging, the lower part rounded and perky, appearing so perfect.

My sister noticed I was mesmerized by her body. Without saying a word, she smiled and leaned closer, touching my head and bringing her breast to my lips. There was no time for hesitation. I snapped out of my daze, buried my face in my sister's chest, and gently took her nipple into my mouth. My sister took a deep breath; I could feel the rise and fall of her body and the warmth emanating from her breasts. It was so warm and sweet, like a blissful dream. It felt as intimate as returning to my mother's embrace.

Then my sister reached out and gently squeezed the breast I was suckling. I felt a warm current flow from her breast into my mouth. I was completely lost in that beautiful moment; honestly, I forgot even the taste. I only felt that it was the sweetest liquid, the warmest drink in the world. I couldn't wait to swallow it.

My mouth was full of my sister's 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 that my sister had already treated me like her baby, a big child who could nurse. At that moment, I was my sister's closest person. That's why she was so intimately sharing her own milk with me.

Feeling my sister's deep affection for me, I hugged her even tighter. I held my sister's warm nipple in my mouth, suckling at her sweet milk. I slowly felt her pleasure and excitement; when I sucked 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 liquid—milk and my saliva—so beautiful and alluring. My sister quickly moved to her other breast, and I immediately buried my head in it, continuing to enjoy what I considered the most exquisite pleasure in the world. (At that moment, I had absolutely no lewd thoughts; I didn't even consider taking the opportunity to lick my sister's beautiful nipple. Everything was pure innocence.) Finally, it was all over. Looking at my sister's two swollen, red nipples, I felt that our relationship was no longer the same, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But something felt off. Then I noticed my sister's face was red too; it was the first time I'd ever seen her blush. She looked at me gently, without saying a word, and simply got up and went to the bathroom. I sat there for a while, then realized it was almost time for class. Without telling her, I grabbed my bag and went to class.

I remember that for two or three days after that, things were a little strange between my sister and me; we didn't talk much.

We just went about our business. I think the second time was on a weekend. I went shopping with my sister, and when we came back, she went to her room to change. She quickly opened the bedroom door and let me in. I saw her white shirt, the front of which was wet again. She smiled at me and said, "Look, it's wet again." Then she started unbuttoning her shirt, and my heart started racing. "I'm squeezing it with my hands, but it hurts a bit. Why don't you help me?" Sister Zhu said, unbuttoning her clothes. It was then that I noticed a porcelain bowl on the bedside table with some milky white liquid inside—undoubtedly the milk she had expressed.

After the first time, the second time felt so calm, almost natural. Perhaps it's true what they say: practice makes perfect. Sister Zhu opened her clothes, and once again I saw her beautiful breasts up close. Her rosy nipples, glistening with milk, looked even more lustrous. They were hard and erect, probably from the excitement of squeezing them herself. Her breasts appeared fuller and rounder. Unlike some breastfeeding mothers whose breasts are covered in veins—which could be a little alarming upon closer inspection—her breasts were still relatively white and smooth.

Sister Zhu then lifted her breasts in her hands and said, "Come on, my little darling!" I felt an incredibly warm invitation and immediately leaned in. Unlike the first time when 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 my sucking, warm, slightly sweet milk flowed from her nipple into my mouth, with a slightly stronger milky smell than cow's milk. It filled my mouth, but combined with my sister's fragrance, it felt so natural… like being on the grasslands, I don't know why, it's really strange.

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

[The End]

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