Chapter 2

The next morning I came up the stairs with the newspaper, just walking, looking down on the steps – when I suddenly noticed 2 feet. I looked up and saw Vicky, she wore a miniskirt and a belly-bare sporty jacket, she smiled:

“Hi Quert! Enjoyed last night?”

“Yes!”

“Want some more?”

“Yes!”

She opened the zipper on her jacket and her breasts jutted forward: They were bigger than last night, well refilled over night obviously, full, heavy and smooth, with wet swollen nipples. I leaned towards them a bit and started sucking, she put her hand on the rear of my had and caressed me. 20 minutes in the stair hall, silence, just greedy sucking! What a start into the day.

“Gooood! I feel much better now! Could You come around this evening? They are gonna be very full again and You’re doing me so fine! Would You, please!?”

“Yes… yes, I would most definitely!”

This Saturday evening I rang at Vicky’s door at 20:00. She opened, wearing tight jeans only, her bare breast naked, ripe and full, the nipples sticking out and dripping form the pressure inside.

“Hi Quert, You should have come an hour earlier, look how full my titties are. Come in!”

She guided me into her living room and sat down on the big red sofa with her.

“Now lay down on Your back and put Your head on my lap, that’s a good boy. Which one do You want first?”

She let her huge udders wobble to tease me, then she took her right breast and shoved it into my mouth. This time her milk shot out of her nipples as soon as they touched my tongue, I just had to drink.

It was pure pleasure! It was gorgeous, even better as at the first time! On the other hand I was embarrassed: I was breast-fed by a girl and it turned me on so much! But she wasn’t my mom and I wasn’t a baby… it felt strange, unnatural. Should I go on with it?

Vicky obviously noticed that my mind wasn’t content! She opened my trousers, got out my already hard cock and started wanking me off by hand. I drifted away in pleasure again, after seconds I had a first shot, minutes later another one, making a mess on my shirt. Vicky stayed relaxed, with one hand guiding my head and with the other penetrating my cock – I milked her while she milked me!

After we had finished each other we stayed in our position and talked:

“Vicky, You are great and drinking from Your tits is great, but I feel weird! This is so strange, how can You do that, I mean Your breast! This is a mother-type of thing…”

“I always could do it since I was 15, and it’s becoming more and more every year. Now I’m 22 and it still didn’t stop. I got used to it and I really love it, so I don’t think there’s something wrong with it!”

“Well, no, but look: I feel weird, sometimes I think… I suck on my mother’s breasts… and I feel embarrassed to think that way… it’s driving me crazy… and I love it! I cannot tell You how much I enjoy it!!”

“Good, very good! So just follow Your desire, don’t be afraid! Listen, I’ve got an idea to put Your mind on a new road: Let’s do a bit of role-play! Imagine to be a boy, having no real idea of life and needing someone to help You – and this one is me, Your big step-sister. We would not be related biologically, so it’s just a bit kinky. But it’s just a suggestion!”

“Okay, let me think about it.”

“As long as You like. Staying for the night?”

“I would have asked for that!!”

We had a wonderful and pleasing night. On Sunday morning I woke up late, Vicky heard me, sat up and looked at me:

“Good morning!”

“Good morning… Big Sis!”

“Good boy! Want some milk!”

She didn’t wait, bend over me and let her fullness hang into my mouth - oh baby!!

This was the start of our relationship and it was fine so far. But there was one thing I couldn’t cope with: I put on weight, or to be true: I really ballooned! When I left Vicky’s flat on Monday morning I was full of her milk, but even with an empty stomach I would have had no chance to get into my working clothes: Full and fat my belly jutted forward and obscured every attempt to close shirt or trousers. At the end I had to go to work in a very elaborate combination of winter- and sport-clothing, right after work I bought me new jeans and some shirts.

I wanted to mention this to Vicky, but I enjoyed her so much and didn’t like to disturb this. She fed me now every morning before and every evening after work, always in the same position on the sofa. My belly kept growing constantly and I became nervous, but on Thursday night, just before she got my penis out, she pulled up my shirt and patted my big belly, then she let me cum on it. Obviously she liked it - and I liked what she liked.

My belly kept growing! Every time I emptied her tits the milk really sloshed around inside of me, just to be absorbed into fat after minutes. My belly was hanging big and fat over my belt and I had to buy a new pair of jeans – after 2 weeks!!

But there were other things, some enjoyable, some alarming: I lost my pubic hair completely and my beard stopped to grow, except from head and eyebrows I was bare. No shaving anymore - nice, but it was too much for me, I had to talk to Vicky! She must have noticed that! On the other hand side I got really randy, I could have had sex nearly all day and night. I wasn’t sure, but my penis grew larger and so did my balls. When I was on my own and took it in my hand it was really big and stiff, bigger then before.

All these things happened at once, so I didn’t know what about to talk first and in the end I didn’t talk at all and enjoyed Vicky’s companionship. I grew fast and after a month my Big Sis took notice. It was after a pleasant evening milking and I was laying on her lap, just full and fat, my gut sticking in the air – she patted my belly:

“You’ve put on weight, good boy, and Your skin has become so smooth, like a baby, goooood boy. Hope You stay a good boy for Your Big Sis!”

“Yes, Big Sis, but do You really like me getting this fat?”

“You’re not fat, just a healthy boy with a bit of a tummy. And yes, I like it and it’s alright that way!”

“If You say so…”

“And even more: I’ve got 2 surprises for You, like to see?”

“Oh yes, what is it!”

“At first I’ve grown myself! My milk-production is now so much that You have to milk me 4 times a day: In the morning, at lunch (so You’ll need to come back for milking), in the evening and at midnight (I’ll wake You up). Got me?”

“Yes, but I don’t know…”

“Keep quiet, stupid boy! You’ll do what Your Big Sis tells You, got me!”

I was surprised by her new dominant style of speaking…

“Yes… Big Sis.”

“That’s a good boy! The other surprise You’ll get tomorrow!”