"She won’t co tonight. I told her my cousins are coming," I said, smiling.
"Is that so?" Julie replied, her voice low and teasing. She glanced down at the obvious bulge in my shorts, still rock-hard from the teasing she and Lucy had given in the shower, along with my earlier encounter with Tiffany. "Then how are you going to be able to sleep tonight?"
"I don’t know, sis," I said, reaching out to place my hand over hers as it traced lazy patterns on my chest, gently stopping her movent.
The grey shirt she was wearing had only a single button holding it together in the middle. Her massive breasts were barely contained, threatening to spill out the mont she turned to face sideways. The fabric gaped open, showing deep cleavage and the soft inner curves of her tits.
"Don’t worry, Alex," she said softly, her tone shifting to sothing more caring and seductive. "Your big sis will take care of you." She opened her arms and pulled into her chest, wrapping tightly against her like she was comforting her son. "Co here."
Her breasts were incredibly soft and warm, pressing heavily against my face as she held close. Her scent, a mix of her body wash from the shower and her natural, feminine warmth, was addictive.
My face felt like it was drifting on clouds as she pushed deeper into her cleavage, the soft flesh enveloping completely.
"Umm..." I tried to speak, but the sound ca out muffled against her tits, my words lost in the pillowy warmth.
Julie let out a soft, amused chuckle, her hand gently stroking the back of my head while she held there. "Shhh... just relax, little brother. You’ve had a long day."
She kept pressed against her chest for a long mont, her thick, motherly body radiating heat. The single button on her shirt strained even more as she shifted, threatening to pop open and let her massive breasts spill free completely.
I could feel her heartbeat against my cheek, steady and comforting, while my own cock throbbed hard against her thigh, trapped between us.
I wrapped my arm around her and pressed my face deeper into her tits. I couldn’t get enough of that softness, the warm, heavy weight of her breasts enveloping my face, the smooth skin against my cheek, the faint scent of her body mixed with her natural feminine warmth.
It felt like sinking into the most comforting, addictive pillow imaginable.
Then, suddenly, the single button that was barely holding her shirt together popped open from the pressure of her full breasts pushing against the fabric.
"Oh," she said, pulling back slightly and looking down at the broken button. She released from her grasp for a mont, the shirt now hanging completely open.
"Sorry, Alex... I broke your shirt’s button," she said, a little embarrassed but not really trying to cover herself.
Damn. Because the button had co undone, one of her breasts was now fully revealed. It was massive and milky, heavy, round, and impossibly full, the kind that looked made to be sucked and worshipped.
Her pink nipple was already stiff.
I stared at it like a hungry man, unable to look away.
"God, they are so full," Julie murmured, glancing down at her own chest with a small sigh. "I should have brought my breast pump with . It hurts a little when they get this full."
"Sis, do you lactate?" I asked, even though I already had an idea—I just wanted to hear her say it.
"Yeah, Alex," she answered softly, her voice carrying a mix of shyness and pride. "And I’ve been away from my son for two days now. They are so full... see?"
She moved the open shirt fabric aside completely, letting both of her heavy mommy milkers spill free.
They were magnificent, large, soft, and visibly swollen with milk, the skin tight and slightly shiny. Her pink nipples stood out, stiff and ready.
I couldn’t stop staring. The sight of my older cousin’s full, lactating breasts right in front of , combined with the way she was looking at , made my cock throb hard against my shorts.
"You cannot lactate yourself without a pump?" I asked her, my eyes still fixed on her full, heavy breasts.
"Yeah, Alex... it’s hard for to do it without a pump," she said, her voice soft and a little embarrassed as she looked down at her own chest.
"Let help you, sis," I offered, my voice low.
Julie looked at with a mix of curiosity and teasing amusent. "How do you know what to do, Alex?" she asked, tilting her head. "Don’t tell you got your girlfriend pregnant?"
"No, it’s not that, sis," I replied, keeping my tone casual. "I just know."
"Okay, Alex... you can try," she said, giving permission as she shifted slightly on the bed to face more directly.
I moved my hand closer and squeezed her breast slowly, feeling the incredible weight and fullness in my palm. The soft, warm flesh yielded under my fingers, but there was a firm, swollen tightness beneath the surface.
"Ahhh..." she moaned, the sound low and breathy. It hurt her a little because her breasts were so full, the pressure building up after two days without feeding.
Her moan made even harder. I squeezed more firmly, and a thick bead of milk ford at her nipple, swelling until it broke free and flowed slowly down the curve of her breast.
My mouth instantly watered at the sight, the thick, white milk running down over the swell of her heavy tit, leaving a shiny trail on her skin.
I couldn’t look away. The bead grew into a small stream, dripping down her breast and onto my fingers.
"You made milk co out, Alex... ahh," she moaned again, her voice trembling as I kept holding her tit hard, srized by the sight of the milk leaking from her stiff pink nipple.
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