My similitude babe, Leena and I have always been close. Most sidereal day after we 'd come abode from schooling, we 'd watch TV on the couch. Often, one of us would lie down on the sofa and rest our head on the other one 's lap. Whenever Leena would lay down, I would often run my hand through her lenient, red hair. It was long enough that I would robe it over the arm of the redact as I played with it. Whenever I was laying down, she would place an arm across my shoulders in a form of light hug. Our parents were rarely home at this fourth dimension as Mum would channelise out to work at 2:00 and Dad would get dwelling house at around 6:00, leave us to our our devices for a couplet of hours.

One summer, we were on the lounge, and Leena was lying down. It was a fairly warm up day, an she had decided to bear a shorter top than usual ; one the showed off her belly. At one point, while my left hired hand was stroking her hair, I looked down at her divulge trunk. It looked so smooth an pale ; more picket than the residual 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 belly button ; her cutis felt as tranquil as it looked. Gently, I rubbed my hired hand across her unwrap middle. Leena turned from the TV, looked up at me and smiled, `` That feels sort of nice. Quite soothing. '' `` I 'm glad '', I smiled back. I 'm not sure how long we continued, but later we heard the winder in the door. `` better stop for now, '' Leena said, `` Dad might guess it 's a bit unearthly. '' `` Ok '', I said, moving my mighty hand away from her belly. Leena again smiled at me, `` Again next prison term, please ''. I smiled and nodded.

I continued giving my babe belly rubs for the succeeding few days and she kept telling me how skilful it made her spirit. 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 brass into tummy. She giggled and doubled over ( as much as she could with my head on her lap ). `` discontinue it ! ``, she gasped through laughter. I turned to look up at her, smiling and she smiled back. It was then that I noticed something. My head was right up against her belly, and when I was looking up at her, I realised that her top was quite easy and I was able to see up it. The flyspeck fleshy clump that had grown out from her chest were just above me, with the wide gap visible between them. I did n't make love what to say or do. `` What 's the matter '', Leena asked, noticing my change in behaviour. `` Nothing '', I said turning back to face the telly. `` You ca n't hide anything from me. get along 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 baulk getting hot with embarrassment. `` Oh '', Leena said. We were calm for a while. Evern with the telly going, it felt muteness. Finally, Leena spoke up, `` So, ah ... What ... What did you cerebrate ? '' `` What do you think of ? ``, I asked, trying to centre on the shows. `` Do you think they look ... ok ? ``, she asked quietly. At that period, we heard the keys in the door. I quickly got up, `` I 'm ... just gon na ... slush some water on my face ... poise down, you know. '' With that, I hurried to the bath before Dad got through the door. I splashed low temperature water supply on my case until my normal tegument tone returned and I felt cool again.

The next day, I sat on a dissimilar chair from Leena ; still embarrassed about the previous day 's effect. After a while she got up and went to the kitchen and got herself a crapulence of piddle. 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 straw man of me, between me and the TV. I was absolutely KO'd ! Leena was standing in front of me completely topless. Her pale pelt glowed under the cap ignitor. Those low, projections jutting out from her body provided subtle bender to an otherwise flat body. And the small pinko circles I had n't been able 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 do it if you think they look ok ''. She looked down at her breasts, `` I know they 're not very big. I just wanted to know if you thought they looked ok. '' I was still reeling from the sudden shock of seeing my sister 's boobs, and I could n't form a sentence. `` I 'm sorry. I should n't have got done this '', Leena said moving quickly back towards the kitchen. `` hold '', I said, grabbing her arm, `` Let me see. '' I gently pulled her arm to turn her body back to front me and began to study the mounds in social movement of me. After a while of looking them over, following their contours, admiring the gist that her nipples, I made my assessment. `` They look great Leen. They 're a nice shape, you nipples are a trade good colour and size. I like them, '' I told her. `` I 'm happy '', she smiled. `` Can I ... Would take care if I touched them ? ``, I enquired. `` I 'd care that, '' she responded. I gently, carefully placed my hired man on her breasts ; each one barely fitting into my palm. I moved my men around a little and squeezed ever so slightly. Leena let out a silence groan of delight. `` They 're quite firm, Leen '', I said. `` Thanks. That feels really ripe '', Leena smiled at me, `` But, Dad will be home soon. '' `` Yeah '', I agreed, reluctently removing my hands, `` Thanks ''. `` It was fun '', she said as she heading back to the kitchen to get her top.

The adjacent day, as I sat on the lounge, Leena approached, taking off her top. She lay down with her header on my lap. `` Could you massage them for me ? ``, she said, looking into my eyes. `` gladiolus to '', I responded. I placed my hands on her beautiful boobs and slowly, gently moved my hands around, occasionally giving a gentle hug. Leena, moaned with delight as I continued to massage. At one point, I look my hand off and ran my index finger around the edge of her nipple, making sure that one face of my finger was always touching it ; Leena 's moan got tacky and Sir Thomas More intense. I proceeed to do the same with the former mamilla. `` AAAHH ! That 's awful ! ! ``, she cried. at that point in time we heard the familiar phone of Dad 's Key. Leena jumped up, grabbed her tee shirt and quickly put it back on. `` I think I need to spatter some water this sentence ! '' She said, grinning widely, `` Thanks ''. I want to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

The keep an eye on day, as we were heading to the loungeroom, Leena said, `` I 've got a limited thought 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 feed you ! '' Leena insisted. `` Wow, really ! '' I exclaimed, `` You can do that ''. `` No '', she said sadly, `` but that should n't discontinue us ''. `` fair enough '', I said, `` so what do I do ? '' `` wellspring, I 'm pretty sure you just put your brim around my mammilla and part sucking '', she said. I did as I was told. Carefully, I put my sassing to her mammilla and gently started sucking. `` That 's it '', Leena approved, as she cradled my mind to chest, `` Just like that. '' I continued to nurse on her breast, occasionally running my tongue around her pap, Leena gently moaning with each movement. After a spell, she said, `` I think lefty 's had enough. Righty 's getting jealous. '' We got up and moved to the other end of the cast and I stated working on her right breast. A while later, Leena spoke up again, `` Ok, Dad 'll be home soon. Better stop. '' `` 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 next few month, we had our sucking sessions as often as we could. It was the closest I 'd ever matte to my sister. On one particular day, I was happily sucking on Leena 's wonderful breasts when something felt weird. I stopped. `` What 's up ? '' she asked. `` Something 's different '', I said as I looked at the nipple I had just been sucking. It was then that I noticed it : there were a few T. H. White dose on the end of her nipple. I ran my finger across the top of her nipple and the substance came off on my finger. I showed Leena. `` Wow ! '' She exclaimed, `` I think that 's milk ! '' `` Seriously ? ! '' I exclaimed. I begin sucking again. `` You 're ripe ! '' I stopped briefly to say, `` It 's Milk ! '' Leena could n't pass over the smile off she face. `` I ca n't believe I 'm making milk ! '' `` Let me try the former one, '' I said. We changed over and I got to work of the right side. After a while I told her, `` Sorry, nothing on this side yet ''. `` That 's ok, '' she said, `` Hopefully, it 'll happen soon if we keep going. ``

As we kept up our academic term, Leena 's veracious chest soon begin to produce milk too. After a while, she started producing enough milk that I was able to imbibe quite a lot of Milk River during our Roger Sessions. Leena told me that she 'd even been able to squeeze her breasts in a way that let her spray out Milk. I asked her to manifest. `` Ok, spread your mouth '', she said, so I did. She placed both bridge player around her knocker and gently squeezed down towords her mamilla. respective jets of Milk River hit the inside of my buttock. `` So undecomposed, '' I told her.

Leena and I continued with our feeding seance for many years. Her breast never got that much vainglorious, but the milk kept flowing. Eventually, though I had to move interstate highway for workplace. On the day before I left we went for a drive and found a secluded pip to park. That night we spent hours feeding ; I kept going long after the Milk River ran out. `` I 'm going to miss this so very 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 much fun it was. One day I arrived home to observe Leena standing at my doorway. `` I decided to shoot the breeze, and I 've got a special melodic theme today '', She said with a skanky smile .