After my shower I checked in on Julia and Tyler. Then, I settled on the couch and fell asleep. I had fucking nightmares about being at a family function and Julia rubbing her tits, telling me they hurt, getting me to drain them of her milk while our family chastised me for seducing and ruining my little sister. I woke up with a thin layer of sweat clinging to my brow. My mom was staring at me with a big scowl on her face.
I jumped up, “Jesus Christ!” I yelled.
Julia peeked out from the kitchen, “You okay, Derry?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I called back, my hand on my chest trying to calm my heart as it felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, “just wasn’t expecting to wake up to my mom giving me a death glare,” I said quietly enough for my mom to hear but not Julia.
Her scowl softened slightly as she patted Tyler’s bottom and rocked him gently, “I told you not to do anything to encourage rumors and you move in with her?”
“She was going to get a roommate, which would have meant moving Tyler into her room, mom,” I said.
“At least get a pull out couch so it’s semi-believable,” she said.
I smirked, “Remember what happened when you used to accuse me of shit I didn’t do?” I asked.
She straightened up and her scowl returned full force, “Don’t you fucking dare,” she said quietly.
I glanced back to the kitchen then turned my attention back to my mom, “She’s lonely, I probably could…”
My mom grabbed my ear and twisted it, “Oww! Oww…Christ mom, I was kidding…Stop!”
Julia poked her head back out of the kitchen again and mom went from menacing, fury-filled scowl to smile in .2 seconds. I rubbed my ear and got up, “I’m going to the bathroom you psycho,” I said with a smirk to my mom.
She wagged her finger at me and Julia just looked confused.
When I came back out Julia had muffins on a plate on the coffee table and she and my mom were doting on Tyler as Julia geared herself up to actually say goodbye to Ty for a significant portion of the day for the first time since she had him. I sat down on the couch next to Jules and reached for a muffin but Julia slapped my hand, “Not for you, for your mom to take with her.”
I pulled my hand back and scowled, “Why am I getting abused every which way this morning?” I asked.
Julia smiled and bumped her shoulder against mine, “There are more in the kitchen, go get one from there.”
“Why’s my mom even here today, it’s Saturday, you don’t have to work yet,” I said.
“Because she has to work on Monday and having a couple of days to transition with the drop off means she doesn’t go to work crying and ruining her makeup on her first day,” my mom said. “I’ve done this for years, don’t question my methods young man.”
I sat back on the couch and pouted, crossing my arms over my chest as Julia and my mom talked. Once the muffins were cooled Julia wrapped the plate in plastic wrap and my mom was out the door with Tyler. Her car was already equipped with a baby seat she’d picked up for transporting Ty. She was all in on this.
Once mom started pulling away I understood why this set up was good for new moms transitioning to being working moms. Julia welled up and started sobbing hard. I hugged her and rubbed her back so she could cry freely, “Mom’s gonna be really good with him,” I said reassuringly.
She nodded, “I know…I know. I’m not worried about that, it’s just…it feels real now,” she said sadly.
“It’s Saturday, neither of us has to work. Wanna just veg out and watch a movie together?” I asked.
She shook her head, “No, not right away at least. We need to get you unpacked and really set up here,” she said as she tried to regain her composure.
I nodded and we went back inside. We spent the morning unpacking my clothes and putting them in her closet. She cleared half of it for me, but I didn’t have nearly enough clothes to fill it up so I helped her go through the stuff she’d pulled out to get rid of and filter out what to keep. Then she helped me set up my computer and a couple of shelves for my games and movies in the living room.
She winced as a box rubbed against her chest, “You okay?” I asked.
Julia blushed and nodded, looking away from me. I wanted to push a little but refrained. If she needed…relief…she would ask and that’s how I was going to leave it, just in case she was regretting last night. We kept unpacking my stuff and she got more uncomfortable. I stopped and looked at her, “Jules…do you need to take a break? We’ve been unpacking for a few hours…”
“Lunch?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yeah, you want us to make something or order…”
She started taking her shirt off and I stopped what I was saying. I looked up at her and she was biting her lip, her brow furrowed in worry. I reached out to her and unfastened her bra as she finished pulling her shirt off. Her tits were more swollen than they had been last night and they leaked at the slightest touch. I looked at her as I brought my mouth to her breast.
She put one hand on my shoulder and the other was on the back of my head, her fingers grasping my hair and holding me tightly to her tit as I suckled her. She flooded my mouth and I moaned involuntarily. Her breath caught in her throat and she stifled a moan of her own. I pushed her back to the couch and climbed up beside her. Her outer thigh rubbed against my dick as I groped and latched my mouth firmly onto her gorgeous body.
I tilted my head slightly and looked at her. She was watching me, biting her lip and stroking the back of my head. I bit her nipple gently and she closed her eyes and moaned. I drained her tit fully and switched my attention to her other leaky tit. Milk dribbled down the lower swell of her breast and I gently licked the trail, kissing and gathering her cream on my lips and tongue until my mouth clamped down on her full breast.
She still had one hand on the back of my head and her other hand snaked down between my legs, rubbing my cock through my pajama bottoms. I groaned against her tit and sucked on her harder. My sister started to put her hand in my pants and I grabbed her wrist and moved it back to her own body. My hand lingered on hers for a moment, stroking her skin gently as I guided her hand beneath her own pajamas. Her tit ran dry and I lingered again, toying with her nipple, not wanting to pull my mouth from the gentle flavor coating her skin.
I forced myself to pull away and I brought my lips up to her ear and whispered, “Thank you, little sister.” I stroked her jaw and kissed her cheek and chose to ignore the vigorous motion of her hand between her legs. But, I stayed close and let her feel my breath on her neck and ear. My hands gathered her hair and stroked it gently down her back as I held her. She arched her body and brought herself to a whimpering orgasm beneath me.
I stroked her cheek and pressed my forehead to hers, then got up and went to the bathroom to shower and change out of my pajamas, which, much like my pants from last night, now needed to be laundered. I sat on the bathroom floor, completely naked, and grabbed her conditioner bottle. A little bit in my hand made it smell like her and I slowly stroked my dick with my eyes closed.
All I could think about was her kneeling between my legs and the feel of her firm tongue on my balls as her soft, petite, hand stroked me off. The scent of her conditioner was heavy in the air as it helped my hand slick over my cock. I stroked myself faster and moaned as I opened my eyes. She was smiling as she watched me and I smiled back, thinking her just a figment of my imagination, just like she had been before I closed my eyes. I bit my lip and slowed my stroking down, closing my eyes again.
I felt the weight of her arms on my shoulders as she leaned over me, the pressure of her hard nipples rubbing my chest, and the soft warmth of her breath on my ear, “I love you, Derry,” she whispered, causing me to reach my peak hard, coating her stomach and tits in my cum as I shivered and groaned.
When I opened my eyes she was still there, leaning over me, topless, a glistening cream striping her skin and a smile that stopped my heart for a moment. My hand trembled as I reached up and stroked her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into my palm.
I fucking cried.
I felt like scum for letting her see that, for…for marking her body with my cum.
She held me to her and tried to soothe me, but I was a fucking mess. I had morals. Strong morals that told me this was wrong. That even her seeing me naked was wrong, that me sucking her tits, even to relieve the painful engorgement of milk, was wrong. Picturing her doing more, wanting her to do more, wanting her to relieve my swollen member of its cream, was definitely wrong.
All I could manage was a repeated, sobbing, “I’m sorry,” as I broke down in front of her.
She let go of me just long enough to undress herself then she urged me into the shower, where I sat on the floor praying for forgiveness from our father, from our mothers, from any gods that might exist, from our son, from her and all of our individual siblings.
Julia knelt down on the shower floor with me and lifted my head up to her, “Derry,” she said as she looked me in the eye, “stop it. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
She washed me. I was trembling and pulled away when she went to clean my cock, grabbing her wrist and pushing her as I firmly said, “Don’t touch me.”
Julia fell onto the shower floor when I pushed her a look of shock on her face as she watched me stand up and climb out of the shower, slipping on the tile slightly before I grabbed a towel and left the bathroom. I ran to her bedroom and into her closet, found an outfit and threw it on then left her apartment. I was afraid to stay there alone with her, afraid I really was the delinquent that was ruining her and corrupting her naturally sweet and innocent demeanor. I stayed out for the rest of the day.
I made my way to my old apartment, but my friend was banging his girlfriend and didn’t appreciate me interrupting. So I went to the park, then to the movies, then to a bar, then to a back alley where the gorgeous bartender I picked up knelt down and sucked my cock. I had a hard time getting going with it. I got fucking bored with a blowjob when this girl was giving her all but she wasn’t my fucking sister so the excitement paled in comparison.
I ended up lifting her back up to her feet and pushing her against the brick building as I lowered her panties and hiked up her skirt. From behind she had a figure like Jules, even the same color hair. I knelt down behind her and got her ready, pretending all the while it was my sister I had pinned to the wall in heels with her panties around her ankles. So that I could stroke my dick at the thought of penetrating Jules and actually get hard.
I wasn’t trying to get her off, unfortunately. I just wanted the need to fuck my sister out of my system and she was a decent stand in. I lifted her knee, opening her cunt to me as I lowered myself slightly and pushed upwards and into her cunt. She whimpered and tried to lower herself onto me but I wasn’t interested in her efforts. She was just a fucking hole standing in for the one I wanted. I grasped her hair in my hand and thrust hard and deep, scraping her tits on the brick wall as she whimpered and moaned.
Her body shifted, pushing her ass out to let me deeper into her cunt and I felt myself hitting her deeply, each time she would tilt her hips a little and I would pound her harder. She even almost smelled like Julia, which made me let go of the back of her knee I whispered, “Keep yourself open for me so I can get you off.”
She nodded as I pulled her hair and snaked my hand around her waist, this girl’s clit was swollen and wet and I bit and kissed the back of her neck as I fucked her. My breathing was heavy and her moans got louder and I slapped her clit slightly causing her to squirm, “Such a fucking tease, you’ve been,” I said harshly as pushed her a little more roughly against the wall.
She tried to turn her head, to look at me, but I didn’t want her to break my fantasy, so I held her firmly in place with a strong grip in her hair. I grunted as I pushed deep, “Fuck me back,” I demanded as my grip tightened and my fingers moved over her clit harder and faster.
The girl whined and obliged, pushing herself back onto my dick. I laughed and groaned, pushing my face into her hair and whispered, “You’re such a fucking beautiful little slut. Just such a perfect body for me to cum in. You want me to right? To drop my load right in your whorish pussy?”
She nodded and moaned, “Yes, cum in me, make me your whore.”
Her voice almost ruined my fantasy and made me hesitate, but her moan was soft like my sister’s and I pushed deep as she came, “Julia…oh fuck,” I groaned as this girl milked my cock into the condom I wore. I pulled out before I even finished and watched her ride out the waves of her orgasm as she slid down to the ground in front of me. I held the condom on as I finished cumming then pulled it off and tied it up.
I looked down at this girl, I couldn’t remember if she’d even told me her name, but she looked sad and I put my hand under her chin and guided her back up to her feet, “Who’s Julia?” she asked as I fixed her clothes.
I grimaced and looked away from her, “She’s my life,” I said as I looked up at her face while I pulled her panties back up and over her ass, “I’m sorry.”
She slapped me, “You said you were single you asshole,” and walked away.
I rubbed my cheek and laughed, “I said life not wife,” I called out. She still shot her middle finger up and disappeared into the bar again. I got rid of the condom and tucked myself away.
I looked up at the sky and decided it should be dark enough to go home with moon so high above me. I just hoped Julia would be asleep by now and I could avoid her for the rest of the night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ibb0yu/cry_little_sister_part_three_lactation
guided her back up to her feet, “*Whom*
I can’t wait for the next one
Really nice! More emotion than most erotica out there. I love it!
When is part 4 coming?