My twin Sister, Leena and I have always been close. nearly sidereal day after we 'd come domicile from school, we 'd learn TV on the sofa. Often, one of us would lie down on the couch and rest our read/write head on the other one 's lap. Whenever Leena would lay down, I would often run my manus through her soft, red hair. It was long enough that I would clothe it over the arm of the couch as I played with it. Whenever I was laying down, she would lay an arm across my shoulders in a kind of light hug. Our parents were rarely domicile at this time as Mum would head out to mould at 2:00 and Dad would get family at around 6:00, leave us to our our devices for a duet of hours.

One summer, we were on the couch, and Leena was lying down. It was a fairly warm day, an she had decided to wear a curt top than usual ; one the showed off her belly. At one point, while my exit hired hand was stroking her whisker, I looked down at her endanger body. It looked so smooth an picket ; more pale than the ease of her peel. I asked, `` Hey Leen, mind if I touch your belly ? '' She responded with little hesitation, `` Sure. Go for it. '' I gently placed my right hand on her navel ; her pelt felt as smooth as it looked. Gently, I rubbed my hand across her uncover midriff. Leena turned from the TV, looked up at me and smiled, `` That feels kind of nice. Quite soothing. '' `` I 'm gladiolus '', I smiled back. I 'm not sure how long we continued, but later we heard the keys in the door. `` bettor stop for now, '' Leena said, `` Dad might cerebrate it 's a bit weird. '' `` Ok '', I said, moving my the right way paw away from her belly. Leena again smiled at me, `` Again next time, please ''. I smiled and nodded.

I continued giving my sister belly rubs for the next few days and she kept telling me how respectable it made her feel. On one particular day, I was lying down on Leena 's lap. I said to her, `` Sorry I ca n't rub your belly today, maybe this will do '', and I vigourously rubbed my aspect into tum. She giggled and doubled over ( as much as she could with my foreland on her lap ). `` Stop it ! ``, she gasped through laughter. I turned to count up at her, smiling and she smiled back. It was then that I noticed something. My point was flop up against her belly, and when I was looking up at her, I realised that her top was quite loose and I was able to see up it. The tiny fleshy lumps that had grown out from her breast were just above me, with the wide gap visible between them. I did n't know what to say or do. `` What 's the matter '', Leena asked, noticing my change in deportment. `` cipher '', I said turning back to face the telly. `` You ca n't hide out anything from me. derive on, tell me '', she insisted. Nervously, I admitted, `` I, um ... I could see ... your, um ... your '', and pointed roughly to her chest. I felt my tick getting hot with embarrassment. `` Oh '', Leena said. We were quiet for a piece. Evern with the telly going, it felt secrecy. Finally, Leena spoke up, `` So, ah ... What ... What did you cerebrate ? '' `` What do you mean ? ``, I asked, trying to focus on the shows. `` Do you think they look ... ok ? ``, she asked quietly. At that distributor point, we heard the samara in the door. I quickly got up, `` I 'm ... just gon na ... splash some water on my face ... Cool down, you know. '' With that, I hurried to the bathroom before Dad got through the doorway. I splashed low temperature water on my face until my convention skin tone returned and I felt cool down again.

The future day, I sat on a different hot seat from Leena ; still embarrassed about the previous day 's events. After a patch she got up and went to the kitchen and got herself a drink of water. As she returned, she asked me, `` Can I get your opinion on something ? '' `` Sure, '' I responded, not looking up from the TV. Leena proceeded to walk in front man of me, between me and the TV. I was absolutely stunned ! Leena was standing in nominal head of me completely topless. Her pallid hide glowed under the ceiling Christ Within. Those little, forcing out jutting out from her body provided subtle curves to an otherwise matte trunk. And the small pink circles I had n't been capable to see before where pointing right at me. `` Leena ! I.. What ... '', I exclaimed. `` It 's ok. I ... I want you see this '', she said nervously, `` I wanted to screw if you think they look ok ''. She looked down at her white meat, `` I know they 're not very big. I just wanted to sleep together if you thought they looked ok. '' I was still reeling from the sudden shock of seeing my baby 's pinhead, and I could n't form a conviction. `` I 'm deplorable. I should n't birth done this '', Leena said moving quickly back towards the kitchen. `` waiting '', I said, grabbing her arm, `` Let me see. '' I gently pulled her arm to move around her body back to face me and began to study the hill in front of me. After a while of looking them over, following their contours, admiring the nubble that her mamilla, I made my assessment. `` They look great Leen. They 're a nice shape, you nipples are a good colour and size. I like them, '' I told her. `` I 'm gladiolus '', she smiled. `` Can I ... Would mind if I touched them ? ``, I enquired. `` I 'd like that, '' she responded. I gently, carefully placed my hands on her breasts ; each one barely fitting into my laurel wreath. I moved my hands around a fiddling and squeezed ever so slightly. Leena let out a quiet groan of delight. `` They 're quite an business firm, Leen '', I said. `` Thanks. That feels really in force '', Leena smiled at me, `` But, Dad will be home soon. '' `` Yeah '', I agreed, reluctently removing my bridge player, `` Thanks ''. `` It was fun '', she said as she heading back to the kitchen to get her top.

The next day, as I sat on the lounge, Leena approached, taking off her top. She lay down with her fountainhead on my lap. `` Could you massage them for me ? ``, she said, looking into my eyes. `` Glad to '', I responded. I placed my manpower on her beautiful boobs and slowly, gently moved my hands around, occasionally giving a gentle squeeze. Leena, moaned with delight as I continued to massage. At one point, I look my manus off and ran my forefinger finger around the bound of her nipple, making sure that one side of my fingerbreadth was always touching it ; Leena 's moans got louder and more acute. I proceeed to do the Lapplander with the early nipple. `` AAAHH ! That 's awing ! ! ``, she cried. at that pointedness we heard the companion phone of Dad 's keys. Leena jumped up, grabbed her t-shirt and quickly put it back on. `` I think I need to plash some water this time ! '' She said, grinning widely, `` Thanks ''. I want to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

The succeed day, as we were heading to the loungeroom, Leena said, `` I 've got a special melodic theme today ''. `` Yeah ? '' I asked expectantly. `` Let me sit down first '', she said. Leena grabbed one of the cusions, the sat down with it on her lap and removed her top. `` Lie down '', she said. I lay down with my head on the cusion. `` So, what 's this idea of yours ? '' I asked. `` I want to feast you ! '' Leena insisted. `` Wow, really ! '' I exclaimed, `` You can do that ''. `` No '', she said sadly, `` but that should n't stop us ''. `` funfair enough '', I said, `` so what do I do ? '' `` Well, I 'm passably sure as shooting you just put your lips around my mamilla and start sucking '', she said. I did as I was told. Carefully, I put my lip to her nipples and gently started sucking. `` That 's it '', Leena approved, as she cradled my head to chest, `` Just like that. '' I continued to suck on her breasts, occasionally running my tongue around her nipple, Leena gently moaning with each apparent movement. After a while, she said, `` I think lefty 's had enough. Righty 's getting jealous. '' We got up and moved to the early end of the couch and I stated working on her right titty. A spell later, Leena spoke up again, `` Ok, Dad 'll be home soon. Better check. '' `` Nawww. But I was having so much fun, '' I protested. `` Me too '', Leena said, `` But I do n't think we want Dad catching up doing this ''. I nodded and got up. Leena got up and put her top back on.

For the following few month, we had our sucking Roger Sessions as often as we could. It was the unaired I 'd ever felt to my sis. On one specific day, I was happily sucking on Leena 's wonderful breasts when something felt Weird. I stopped. `` What 's up ? '' she asked. `` Something 's unlike '', I said as I looked at the nipple I had just been sucking. It was then that I noticed it : there were a few white dots on the end of her mammilla. I ran my finger across the top of her teat and the marrow came off on my fingerbreadth. I showed Leena. `` Wow ! '' She exclaimed, `` I think that 's Milk ! '' `` Seriously ? ! '' I exclaimed. I begin sucking again. `` You 're right ! '' I stopped briefly to say, `` It 's Milk River ! '' Leena could n't wipe the smile off she face. `` I ca n't think I 'm making Milk ! '' `` Let me try the other one, '' I said. We changed over and I got to forge of the right on side. After a while I told her, `` Sorry, nothing on this side yet ''. `` That 's ok, '' she said, `` Hopefully, it 'll chance soon if we keep going. ``

As we kept up our sessions, Leena 's right white meat soon begin to give rise milk too. After a while, she started producing enough Milk River that I was able to fuddle quite a lot of Milk during our sessions. Leena told me that she 'd even been able-bodied to coerce her breasts in a way that let her spray out milk. I asked her to demonstrate. `` Ok, open your mouth '', she said, so I did. She placed both custody around her breast and gently squeezed down towords her nipple. several jets of milk hit the interior of my cheek. `` So good, '' I told her.

Leena and I continued with our alimentation seance for many years. Her breasts never got that a great deal bigger, but the Milk kept flowing. Eventually, though I had to run interstate for work. On the day before I left we went for a drive and found a secluded spot to park. That night we spent hours feeding ; I kept going long after the milk ran out. `` I 'm going to neglect this so much '', Leena lamented. `` Me too '', I agreed.

After I moved, my sister would often holler me. When we could we would talk about our Roger Huntington Sessions and how lots fun it was. One day I arrived abode to find Leena standing at my door. `` I decided to bring down, and I 've got a limited melodic theme today '', She said with a wicked smiling .