Bonding Time with s****r in Law
This story is almost true.
My s****r in law (Stacy) and I have always been close, now we’re just a little closer.
I first started seeing her s****r (Jennifer) when she was 14, and since I didn’t have a s****r of my own, she became the little s****r I never had. I was there pretty often as she grew up. She was very athletic and rarely dated, so I started to wonder if she was going to be gay - I know that sounds cliche, but it's the truth. That made it a real shock when she got pregnant. She was fooling around with a coworker when they were house-sitting for a friend who was gone, got d***k, and got knocked up. She moved back home towards the end of her pregnancy after quitting her job. She needed the f****y support.
Her pregnancy was normal, and she got a big belly. She also got really big breasts. Since she was so athletic growing up, she didn’t have a lot of body fat . . . and had smaller breasts (probably a B cup). Towards the end of her pregnancy, I got to see her for just the 2nd time since she moved back, and the first thing I noticed were the jiggly D cups filling out her shirts. After that day, I couldn’t get her engorged breasts out of my mind.
The baby was perfectly normal and healthy . . . and at times I was a little jealous of my little nephew for getting to nurse from my s****r-in-law’s beautiful breasts. Not long after my nephew was born, my s****r-in-law came out. She said that when she got knocked up, she wasn’t really sure if she was gay or not. She and her coworker got a little d***k, and she decided to find out. That one time gave her the boy she now had to take care of. Even though I kept checking out her impressive breasts, I now knew nothing would ever happen.
When my nephew was a few months old, my s****r-in-law decided to come to my house for a visit. My wife had to work and decided to take her nephew with her for a few hours to show him off, leaving her s****r and me home alone. I was in the living room watching SportsCenter that morning when I heard her swearing in the guest room. I got up and went to her to see what’s wrong . . . I could hear the hum of a machine, so I knocked.
“Is something wrong Stacy?” I asked, through the door.
“No . . . well yes . . . well, I don’t know” she replied, clearly frustrated.
“Can I come in?” I replied.
“Sure, I guess so,” she said.
I slowly opened the door, and there she sat on the bed, covering her top half with a sheet. Next to her on the night stand was a breast pump and 4 filled bottles. I could see a wet spot forming on the sheet.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Well, I was pumping and filled all the bottles I have, but for some reason, I’m not empty.”
“Oh” was all I could get out; my gaze returned to her chest as the wet spot got larger and darker.
“Kyle? Could you help me with something?”
“Uh sure, what can I get you?” My eyes drifted up to her face as I started to head out of the room. I could see in her eyes that she was nervous.
“Would you [pausing] drink from me? I don’t have any bottles and want to empty my breasts; they get sore when they get full. I know you’ve thought about it, the way you’ve stared at them, especially when I’ve fed Michael.” She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip.
I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say. She was right; I had fantasized about suckling from her large breasts and tasting her sweet milk for quite a while. I just never thought it would happen. The only thing I could say is “Are you sure?”
She looked at me, nodded, and dropped the sheet. Her breasts were large, heavy, and perfect. Her nipples were hard, and her left breast was leaking a little milk. I’m sure my eyes bulged out at seeing her breasts.
“It’ll be our little secret” she assured me.
I took a deep breath and looked down at her. “Okay. What do I do?”
She stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me out to the living room. She sat down on the chaise of my sectional and patted the couch next to her. I sat next to her. She grabbed my head gently and drew it to her left breast. She told me to open my mouth widely and gently suck from her breast. I did as she said; the milk started to slowly dribble into my mouth. I was surprised at how warm and sweet her milk was. She took my left hand to her breast and had me gently squeeze and massage it. When I did that, the milk started to flow more quickly.
I was in pure Nirvana, drinking breast milk from my s****r-in-law, and it was even better than I imagined. I was getting so aroused, my lips wrapped around her breast. She reached up and started to run her fingers through my hair; a soft moan escaped her lips. I paused and looked at her. She turned bright red.
“My nipples are really sensitive. Sometimes I even orgasm when feeding Michael. Would you mind if I . . .” I shook my head “no” to let her know I understood she needed to get off and I didn’t mind. As I resumed suckling from her, she reached between her legs and started to rub her pussy through her shorts. I was getting so hard, nursing from my s****r-in-law as she played with herself. Her left breast flow slowed down to a trickle then stopped. She looked down at me.
“Want some more? I didn’t even get to pump my right one.”
I released her breast.
“Sure. I’d love to. But here, let me do this for you too.” As I moved to her right breast, I reached between her legs. “Just lie back and enjoy” I said as I grinned up at her.
I latched on to her breast and started to suckle. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I reached between her legs, moved the crotch of her shorts to the side, and touched her bare pussy. She was soaking wet.
As her warm, sweet milk filled my mouth, I played with her pussy, rubbing her clit and spreading her pussy juice on her clit and pussy lips. She moaned louder, gripping my hair in pleasure. Her breast milk flowed freely, filling my mouth and going down my throat. I got so hard nursing from her, I wished I could just take off my pants and fuck her right then and there. I knew it was never going to happen, but that’s all I could think about as I nursed from her and fingered her. I slipped a finger inside her and crooked it, rubbing her g-spot as I nursed from her. She moaned louder and started writhing her hips against my finger. Her breathing quickened as I suckled and fucked her.
“I’m going to cum” she nearly screamed.
I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers as her milk flow slowed to a trickle.
“Oh GOD!!” She yelled as she came, coating my fingers in her fluid.
Her milk stopped flowing, so I stopped suckling and released her breast from between my lips. When she stopped cumming, I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them, looking up at her.
“Thanks,” she said, “I haven’t cum like that in a long time. I really needed that.”
“No problem. Glad I could help.” I got up, unaware at just how hard I was. She looked down at the bulge practically in her face.
“Seems like you enjoyed it too” she smirked at me.
I turned a little red. “Yeah, that was really hot” I explained.
“Yeah it was. Here, sit down.”
I sat down next to her. She stood up and kneeled in front of me, between my legs.
“Wait. What?” I started to object.
“Do you want to cum or not?” She replied.
“Well, yeah. But you’re gay”
“So. Obviously I’ve played with dicks before. Just shut up and enjoy, okay?”
“Whatever you say” I responded, as she unzipped my shorts. My thick 7” dick sprang up, nearly hitting her in the face.
She gripped the base of it, looked up at me, and opened her mouth, taking me in her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down on my hard dick, stroking me with her left hand while she did. For being gay, she really was giving me a great blowjob, maybe even better than her s****r.
“Mmmmmm Stacy, that feels soooo good.”
She bobbed and stroked faster. I knew that it wasn’t going to take me long to cum. My head was still spinning from her breastmilk, and she was giving me one hell of a blowjob. My heart started to race and my cock started to throb in her mouth. I could feel I was going to explode at any second.
“Stacy, I’m going to cum.”
She came off my cock, spit on it, and stroked me quickly. Rubbing the pre-cum over the tip and under the head sent me over the edge. My balls started to contract as I came. I threw my head back as I started to cum, shooting cum on my stomach and legs. Luckily I didn’t get any on the couch. As my cock started to soften, Stacy grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped me up. She had some of my cum on her hand. She looked at it, then me, then licked her hand.
“Not bad. Much better than Jason [the boy who got her pregnant]. Enjoy yourself?”
“Very much. Thanks.”
“No, thank you. My tits feel a lot better. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to have some again sometime.”
“I’d love that.” I grin, looking at her.
“Me too. Now, remember, this is just between us. Jennifer [my wife] and Emily [her girlfriend} would be PISSED if they found out.”
I grinned at her “My lips are sealed.”