Milk from the older sister

I couldn't breathe and something was pressing on my chest. That was a good enough reason to wake up, but it was so warm and soft. And there was such a pleasant smell, soft and gentle. I decided to accept my situation and continued to doze. Suddenly, feeling like I couldn't inhale, I jerked upright and took several quick breaths.

"Bro, what's wrong?" came a sleepy voice from below.

It seemed my heart plummeted straight to my heels at the sound, and I stopped breathing again. In horror, I slowly turned my head. Two huge blue eyes were staring right at me.

I swallowed and looked down. This seemed to be the reason

it was so hard for me to breathe. Her breasts were bulging out from under my sister's nightgown. They were simply enormous; the fabric clearly couldn't contain them. The nightgown was stretched so tightly over her chest that her nipples were clearly visible through it. I jumped up sharply and, tripping over my sister's legs, tumbled down the stairs. Fuck, that hurt so much, you could die from that... Damn, no time, hastily pulling on my pants and T-shirt, I rushed out the door.

"Brother, where are you going?" came from inside the room. Paying no attention, I quickly went down to the hallway, put on my sneakers, and went for a run.

It was already quite cold in the morning, and I needed to run fairly fast to warm up a bit. After a couple of minutes of fast running, my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest.

I stopped and leaned against a wall to catch my breath and calm down. Damn sister, because of her I had to run so early. Lately, she had started bothering me a lot. She'd press against me from behind when I was reading at the table, or ask me to bring her a towel right into the bathroom. Although, come to think of it, we always had a rather strange relationship. Since childhood, we were very close. My sister always looked after me, sometimes even excessively. I was quite independent and wanted to do everything myself. Because of this, we always argued. And her bad habit of crawling into my bed when she couldn't sleep. Okay, I'll need to talk to her about it later.

I returned home an hour later, all sweaty. I thought that just running wouldn't be enough to get rid of the obsessive thoughts about my sister, so I stopped by the sports ground.

The house seemed quiet; my sister was probably still asleep. On tiptoe, I crept into the bathroom. Quickly took off my clothes and stood under the warm shower streams.

"Bro, do you need help?" my sister's voice came from behind the door.

"Vika, get lost. Damn, how did she hear me, I was being very careful."

"Maybe you need your back scrubbed?" my sister was becoming more insistent.

"I don't want to wash my back at all, and if I do, I'll do it myself," I yelled.

"We're so touchy," my sister said from behind the door.

The main thing is not to answer, so she'll leave me alone. I heard footsteps, seemingly heading towards the kitchen.

I turned off the shower and reached for the towel. My fingers hung in the air, bewildered; the towel wasn't in its usual place. Hiding from my sister, I had completely forgotten to take clean clothes. I needed to find something to cover myself with and get to my room. Should I put on the old clothes? But they were all sweaty, and I really didn't want to put them on. Okay, my sister seems to be in the kitchen, I just need to quietly open the door and quickly run to my room. I carefully grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, pulled the door towards me, and peeked into the hallway. Sounds of cooking came from the kitchen: something was sizzling in a pan and the kettle was starting to whistle. I jumped out of the bathroom and in an instant ran up the stairs. I was already halfway up the flight when the door slammed. Fuck, what is she doing upstairs? I turned around and rushed back down. Suddenly, my wet heel slipped on a step; for a few moments my body tried to keep its balance, but in the end, it crashed right onto the steps. The edges painfully dug into my elbows, knees, and chin. I sprawled on the stairs and groaned in pain.

"Kir, Kir, what's wrong with you?" my sister shouted from above.

"Don't get up, I'll help you now." Vika quickly came down to me and touched my shoulder worriedly.

"It's fine, I just slipped," I replied in a strained voice and tried to get up. My knees and elbows were stinging, but overall, I could live. I leaned on the railing and stared questioningly at my sister.

"Maybe let me pass?" my voice sounded quite irritated.

In response, my sister blushed deeply and quickly ran down the stairs. Realizing, my hand jerked to cover my private parts, but the moment was already lost.

I lowered my hand and trudged to my room. Got dressed, grabbed a simpler book, and collapsed on the bed, but after skimming a few pages, I quickly passed out. First, I dreamed that my sister was chasing me up an endless staircase, then that I was playing with a dog and it was licking my face. Strange, I couldn't stand dogs, why would I play with one? At that thought, the dog turned into a vase and I woke up... Someone licked my ear and whispered:

"Sorry, bro, it's because of me you fell down the stairs."

"Vika, fuck, what are you doing, why did you lick me?" I shouted, jumping up from the bed.

My sister was sitting on the floor and smiling at me; it seemed my words made no impression on her. She reached out and touched the scrape on my knee.

"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"It's fine," I grumbled and wanted to turn away, but my sister suddenly leaned over and kissed my knee. It felt like a spasm ran through my body, and I flinched back in surprise.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" my sister asked, a worried expression frozen on her face.

"No, it was just very sudden," I answered, embarrassed.

My sister smiled and touched the scrape on my knee with her lips again. From the sensation of my little sister's hot lips on the sensitive wound, goosebumps ran down my back.

"Now let's treat the other knee," my sister muttered and, moving a little, licked the scrape... Her tongue moved over it very gently. It was very hot and slippery from saliva. She was licking my wound, trying to leave as much saliva as possible. Pulling away from my knee, she stood up and said:

"Now, the sweetest part."

Her face approached and with the tip of her tongue she touched my chin. I had completely forgotten I was hurt there too. My sister's lips lightly touched the edge of the wound. I suddenly felt hot. My own sister is kissing me and her tongue is already sliding over my lips.

"Bro, bro," she whispered, breathing heavily.

My thoughts were interrupted by muffled sobs from my sister's room. I went to the door and knocked.

"Vika, open up, what happened?"

She didn't respond, and I pressed the doorknob; it gave way softly, opening the door. My sister was lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, crying into the pillow. Approaching, I sat on the edge of the bed and lightly touched her hair.

"Don't touch me, I'm not normal," my sister whispered, not lifting her head.

"Is it because your T-shirt got wet?" I asked and gently stroked my little sister's head. At this, she started sobbing even louder.

"Vik, tell me what that was, you know I won't leave you alone until I help you."

She turned her head; wet trails ran from her swollen eyes, and her nose was red and looked very cute.

"You'll

think I'm weird," she said, and new tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I won't, you're my beloved sister," I replied, continuing to stroke her soothingly.

"It started when I was about eighteen; my breasts started hurting a lot and a white liquid was coming out of my nipples. Mom and I went for an examination; the doctors looked for a cause for a long time, but in the end, it turned out to be pain from unsqueezed milk." At these words, she hesitated, apparently from embarrassment. But after a short silence, she continued:

"It turned out I have elevated secretion of prolactin, the hormone responsible for milk production in pregnant women. They told me they could prescribe treatment, but it could be quite harmful, so we refused. Basically, there are few problems from this; I just need to express the milk sometimes." My sister finished, blushing deeply.

Honestly, I was shocked. Milk has been flowing from my sister's breasts for four years, and I had no idea. My sister, looking at my face, twisted her lips, clearly about to burst into tears again. I hurried to explain:

"Wait, just don't cry, I'm just really surprised."

"You definitely think I'm a mutant," my sister said, and moisture began to gather at the corners of her eyes.

I needed to say something to calm her down.

"Vika, you're my own sister and nothing can change that. I'll love you just the way you are," I said, and from the uncharacteristic frankness, my cheeks flushed.

"Really? You really need a sister like this?" Vika said and threw off the blanket. She had nothing on top, absolutely nothing. Against my will, my eyes stared at her breasts. They were simply enormous, her heavy milk-filled tits, crowned with severely swollen nipples. Her chest was all wet; even now, a drop of milk hung on my sister's left nipple. My head seemed to cloud over from the sight. My own sister, sitting in front of me with bare breasts, leaking milk. Obeying a sudden impulse, I leaned over and collected the drop of milk hanging on my sister's nipple with my tongue. Vika exhaled noisily and arched her back towards me. With my lips, I drew my sister's nipple in and started to suck. She gasped and leaned on her hands, thrusting out her huge breasts. Soon, I tasted my little sister's milk; it was warm, very sweet, and thick. I stopped sucking and began carefully touching the nipple with my teeth, slightly squeezing it. Vika breathed loudly and lowered her hand into her panties.

"Suck me, bro, suck my milk," she moaned, breathless with excitement.

I started kneading my little sister's tits with my hands to gather as much milk as possible. From my movements, it began to spray in streams from her even more swollen nipples. I brought my sister's tits together with my hands and latched onto both nipples at once; Vika sped up the movement of her hand in her panties.

I tried to suck her as hard as I could; from my efforts, her nipples had already become the size of a small plum and seemed capable of growing even larger. I could no longer restrain myself and, quickly pulling down my pants, freed my cock.

"Wow, bro, you're big," my sister said and, taking her hand out of her panties, ran it over the head of my cock. Her hand was slippery from her secretions; it seemed my little sister was leaking heavily everywhere.

She grasped the shaft with her hand and, leaning over, licked the frenulum. I shuddered from surprise and pushed my body forward. Vika sucked my cock while simultaneously swirling her tongue around the head to give even more pleasure. It was so hot and slippery in my sister's mouth that I couldn't hold back and started to cum. My cock pulsed and shot loads of sperm into my little sister's mouth; there was so much that Vika coughed, trying to swallow it all. My seed dripped down her chin, falling onto her chest in cloudy drops. It seemed this excited her even more; her chest heaved, milk constantly seeped from her nipples, and her panties were soaked through.

The thin fabric of her underwear was heavily soaked and clung to my little sister's vagina, outlining the contours of her labia. My little sister, noticing my gaze, got up a bit and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her vagina was beautiful; slightly plump lips parted, revealing a tender pink color, from which my sister's lubricant flowed abundantly.

Pulling them off completely, she lay on her back and with her fingers stretched open the entrance to her wet cave. I placed my cock against her pussy and lightly pressed it in. The head barely entered; it was very tight inside my little sister. I slowly moved my hips, and my cock went halfway into her vagina. Vika moaned loudly and streams of milk sprayed from her nipples. At that sight, I seemed to lose my head and with a strong thrust, I went all the way in.

"Take your little sister, enter her all the way," Vika said breathlessly.

I started moving a little, getting used to my sister's tight vagina. Inside her, it was very hot and wet; lubricant ran down her thighs, and with each of my movements, it squelched loudly inside her pussy.

With each thrust, more milk came out, and her nipples swelled to incredible sizes. I grabbed them with my hands and started kneading; the milk accumulated from excitement came out with renewed force, literally flooding everything around.

I sped up inside my little sister, with each thrust trying to reach deeper.

"Ah, bro, you're already fucking me right in the uterus," my sister moaned.

I took my hands off her milky breasts and, lifting my sister's hips a little, started pounding her with all my might. With each of my movements, her breasts swayed and sprayed milk around.

"I'm cumming, bro," she muttered breathlessly, grabbed her breast, brought the nipple to her mouth, and started sucking.

My sister is sucking her own milk while I'm fucking her. At that thought, I shuddered and, entering as deep as possible, started pouring sperm into my sister's uterus. Vika shuddered with each pulse of my cock. It seemed waves passed through my little sister's body each time a new stream of seed filled her womb. I slowly pulled out my cock; following it, sperm began to flow out of my little sister's vagina. It slowly poured out of her hole, lingering a bit on her anal opening, and dripped down onto the sheets.

I leaned over and kissed Vika; she responded eagerly. When our lips met, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She met it with hers, and as long as we had air, they intertwined and slid in her mouth. I broke away from her lips to gulp air, and a thin thread of saliva hung between us. A second later, it broke, leaving only a wet trail on our chins. I stuck out my tongue and licked my little sister's lips, then pushed it between her lips and slowly moved my head away. And again, a thread of saliva stretched between us. My sister seemed to understand the game. Now she passionately dug into my lips and released her saliva into my mouth. Then, she broke the kiss, and between the tip of her tongue and my lips, a thread of saliva hung again. We played like this for a few minutes, and I felt my cock harden again.

"Wow, what's poking my tummy?" my little sister asked playfully, "Haven't you had enough of my pussy and mouth yet?"

My sister got up, turned her ass to me, got on her knees, and arched her back strongly. This gave an excellent view of all her intimate places. Her vagina was slightly open from excitement and was all covered in lubricant and sperm. However, another hole attracted me. Her small anal ring, light brown in color. It was a bit stained with my seed and my sister's lubricant and seemed to beg for penetration. I reached out and lightly pressed on it with my finger. My little sister shuddered and arched her back even