13 comments/ 273076 views/ 92 favorites A Helping Brother Ch. 01 By: MrIllusion I still had trouble believing that Cally's story was true: how could David have been so awful??? I had genuinely *liked* the guy, had been happy about his relationship with my sister, and elated about the pregnancy they had both wanted... Well, at least Cally had wanted it. He hadn't been especially rich but he had a steady job, seemed to care about Cally as much as I did, and most of all he was a good guy. Damn! If I'd never been wrong before, this would have been a spectacular first! As I pulled into my sister's driveway and parked my car next to hers, I took a deep breath and calmed myself: no need to arrive there all worked up. But damn it! Why did he leave her so unexpectedly, with no warning or explanation whatsoever? How could someone *do* such a thing? On the other hand, why had Cally waited two weeks before calling me? Or calling anyone else for that matter? She's been caring for her three month old baby all alone now, with no one to run errands, get up at night to let her rest, cook decent meals when she was too tired... Once more I took a deep breath: Cally knew all this and I wouldn't be any help if I arrived angry at her bastard ex-boyfriend. A few minutes later I grabbed my bags and walked up to the door. She opened the door with a large grin, although her eyes told another story: she was exhausted. But now wasn't the time to worry about that. Stephen was in her arms, giggling and laughing, as he really liked his favorite uncle. I dropped my bags and took him in my arms, tickling his belly and nose. When Cally reached for my bags I told her to leave them there for the moment. I followed her to the living room and as we talked, Stephen slowly fell asleep in my arms. With a smile Cally got up and bent to pick him up. And, inadvertently, showed me her generous cleavage. I closed my eyes and smiled, but when I opened them up she had turned around and was walking toward her room: apparently she enjoyed having her baby in her own room. I had always enjoyed my sister's cleavage, their shape and size and the smattering of freckles. In the utmost secrecy of course. And now that the pregnancy had turned her breasts into barely believable delights, it was hard to keep my eyes away from them. All through our adolescence I had secretly enjoyed looking at Cally's body. She was relatively short, about 5'4", and she'd always had a compact body. At no point in her life had she looked like a typical waif teen. Instead she had a body meant to do sports: strong and firm, the kind that let her run for hours and hadn't let even one fall or accident break one of her bones. On the other hand, she was no tomboy, God no! She had more curves than any teenager had any right to have. I remember seeing her girl friends staring at her in envy, when they though nobody was looking. Damn! *I* was looking too! And then, on the night of her twentieth birthday a friend of hers brought another friend, David, and the rest is history. They met a few times, went to a few parties and movies together, hooked up and eventually decided to keep the unexpected child a year and a half later. They had bought a small house when they discovered Cally was pregnant, and at least he had let her keep it. Until now, that is: who knew what cheap trick the bastard had up his sleeve? Cally returned from her room a few minutes later, and this time I had a better look at her: she was wearing a thin nightgown with a tank top underneath. the nightgown was opened widely, as if handling Stephen had pulled it opened. Or had she breastfed him? No, she hadn't been gone long enough... Anyways, the view was remarkable: the breasts that had always been full and round were now at least a cup size bigger, filled with warm milk. And I guessed that she was wearing nothing but one of her breastfeeding bras, because her breasts were obviously not restrained very much. I shook my head and smiled to her as she sat next to me. I was unprepared for what she did next. Cally wrapped her arms around my next, buried her face against my neck and began crying. I knew things had not been easy for her, but I had no idea it was that bad... But when she began talking a few minutes later, her situation began to dawn on me. She was exhausted, all alone, trying to deal with a first baby and with the fact that her boyfriend had been a bastard after all, all the while coming to terms with the breakup itself... I held her in my arms, letting her cry as much as she wanted. Eventually she stopped and fell asleep against me. I stayed there for a while, caressing her hair and holding her tight. After a while I slipped out and picked her up in my arms. I climbed the stairs and found her room in complete disarray. After putting her down on a corner of her bed I proceeded to remove the clothes and random things that were strewn around over the rest of the queen-sized bed. Cally woke up as I finished and began unfastening the belt of her nightgown. I came around and helped her get it off. "I need to get that bra off, big brother..." "Ok Cally, don't worry about it. Just sit up and I'll do it." "Thank you." It was an awkward moment, but she was so tired and miserable that it didn't feel wrong at all. I simply raised her tank top and unsnapped the bra, letting her do the rest. No wonder she had wanted to take it off: it was a big thing, probably designed to be as comfortable as possible but doing a terrible job of it. After letting it fall beside the bed, Cally laid back down and I pulled the blankets over her. I kissed her brow and whished her good night. She was asleep before I had left the room. The first week had been hard for me, never having cared for a baby before, but it was worth it: Cally was looking much better than she had when I got here. I could help with the nights, the cooking and cleaning, and even repaired a few odds things in and around the house. Stephen turned out to be a sweet little child, not predisposed to cry very often and one who easily fell asleep, enjoying his long naps. Cally and I had always been close, but the week together had brought us even closer. I was no longer the visiting-brother-that-came-to-help but simply Johan, the big brother that I had been during our youth. Everything was going nicely for everybody. Except perhaps one thing: her breasts kept haunting me like hungry animals! I had seen her quite a few times during her pregnancy, but always at social family gatherings or other public events. Despite her loose blouses and dresses, I had been fascinated by them: a powerful mix of normal male obsession and the remembered adolescent thrills that had turned me into a breast-man. During those months I had taken every opportunity to look at her breasts, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened: loose clothing didn't feed my fantasies very well. For example I had never seen her breast-feed Stephen before; now it was a daily occurrence. And oh God was it a wonderful thing! At first Cally had been shy about this, but I told her that I was here to help her, not hinder her routines. And besides, she clearly enjoyed breast-feeding her little boy. And, for some reason, I always managed to be seated in front of her when she did this, at a slight angle. The first few times my sister was still careful and tried to be as discrete as she could. She was not overly prudish or timid about showing me her opened cleavage, but she didn't linger either. As soon as Stephen was done she would pull the bra patch back up and lace her gown. But after a few days she began to loosen up. She *had* seen me looking at her breasts while she was breast-feeding; heck! she even smiled at me once, winking at me when she caught me. But this afternoon, as we were talking above a breast-feeding; she got caught up in our conversation and didn't notice immediately that Stephen was done and had fallen asleep. He had turned his head away slightly and my sister's large nipple was dawning into my field of view. As she talked, Cally's arm gradually moved lower, exposing more and more of her full breast to me. The sight was incredible. I know some women have their breasts distorted by pregnancy: not Cally. She had always had big, round and firm breasts, and all that milk didn't make them sag at all. Instead they were just the same, only bigger, better. Generous curves all around, a thrusting bulge from her chest upwards, all the way to her distended nipple. It was pink and still shiny from Stephen's saliva, the large aureole smoothly following the curve of the breast and the big nipple itself protruding hugely. Only one of her breast was exposed but I could see the other one's swell, confined in the bra and between my sister's arms, nearly touching its twin. And of course, all that wonderful skin was covered with freckles. Cally inherited my father's red hair, while I got my mother's blonde. In high summer a few freckles could appear on my face, but that was it. Cally, on the other hand, had them all year long. Luckily they were not the really dark kind of freckles. Instead they were a lovely shade of pale brown, and covered her face, shoulder and breasts. I could see now that the lower part of her breasts had only a few of them. I felt a thrill as I realized that only a few other people would know that. Oh God how badly would I like to touch them! All this from quick glances as Cally was talking, hoping that she wouldn't either see me or notice that Stephen was asleep. But of course she eventually did. When her head came back up, after seeing her exposed breast, she turned red but smiled nonetheless: "Enjoying the view?" "Umm, well, I think that..." Cally laughed, as she was lacing her medieval-style gown. "Still the unrepentant breast-man are you!" "You got me there." I laughed with her. "I'm sorry Cally." "Well don't be Johan. I don't mind and I know you won't try to take advantage of me." She got up, taking Stephen to his bed. "But if I catch you taking a peek at me while I'm in the shower, I'm going to start wondering why you came here after all!" We both laughed at her joke, but my cock twitched at the thought. The following evening, Stephen having taken only a short nap in the afternoon, Cally breast-feed him again before putting him to sleep for the night. This time I didn't get to see as great a show as earlier, but it was clear that Cally wasn't as careful as usual. Instead of having Stephen's head in my way as she covered herself up, I got treated to a slight peek at her entire breast again. With a hard-on that remained for a lot longer than I believed possible, we talked until 10 o'clock before going to bed. As the house became quiet I lay awake in my bed, in the room next to Cally. It was obviously the old baby room, before she decided to have him sleep in her room. In the deep silence I suddenly heard a very faint hum, the sound of a small motor. It was coming from my sister's room, through the wall. The first image that came to my mind was that of a vibrator. Or, more precisely: the image of my sister naked, twisting in sinful pleasure *around* a huge vibrator. But I soon realized that it didn't sound like any vibrator I could imagine. I was puzzled. Then I hear Cally sighing miserably, probably cursing under her breath as well, before getting up to go to the bathroom. I nearly got up but something held me back. The answer to the puzzle came up by itself the following morning. Cally's usual nighttime attire was quite simple: a pair of long and loose flannel pants and a tank top over a breast-feeding bra. Only this morning she wasn't wearing the bra. Her breasts were huge and obvious under the thin top, and as firm and milk-distended as they were, they still jiggled and moved around a lot. A blind man couldn't have missed them. My eyes must've widened slightly, before I could do anything about it, because Cally's face fell and she crossed her arms in front of her breasts. "Oh I'm sorry Johan." she said, nearly sobbing. "I should never have come here like this... I'll go change." "Cally wait!" I said, feeling bad that she had somehow been offended by my glance. Fortunately she stopped and turned around. She was still on the verge of tears and kept her arms in front of her breasts. "What's wrong? Please tell me!" "Oh..." she sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides. "I know you didn't mean to stare at those giant things!" she looked down briefly to her breasts. They were incredible: the freckles obvious in the revealed milk-induced cleavage and oh so sexy! But now was not the time! And this was my sister, for crying out loud!! Her small crisis made me realize just how weird this whole breast-thing was: my very own, flesh and blood sister! "Er..." was all I could manage to croak. "It shouldn't be your problem. I'm sorry I did this. What was I thinking!" She turned around, nearly sobbing again. I followed her into her room and asked, "Come on now Cally, apparently I did something that offended you and I want to know what it is so that I can apologize." "What? Oh no! You didn't do anything wrong Johan." she looked at me and it was clear that she was speaking the truth. "I've seen you stealing glances at those monsters since you got here. But I don't really mind... In fact since The Jerk left I've been feeling uglier and uglier. He *did* compliment me on my looks, at the very least... And now it seems that without— Oh what am I rambling about! that's not the problem at all." "Take your time Cally." we sat on her bed and she took a deep sigh. "For the past few weeks Stephen hasn't been feeding a lot. He feeds often but not for long. I've called the doc and he says that it's normal, that Stephen had been feeding too much before." She took another deep breath, apparently hesitant to continue. "Take your time Cally, we're in no hurry." I was trying my best not to look down her top, which was loose and opened way too much... "Ok then, here it goes. My breasts hurt." she paused, not knowing how I would react. When I didn't, she explained. "Stephen isn't drinking enough milk, and the damned pump isn't working as it should." A light bulb appeared in my head, shining light on yesterday's puzzle. "And when it works at all, it hurts me more." "And what can you do when the pump doesn't work? What did the women do before those pumps were invented?" "Well, they either breast-fed other kids or squeezed the milk out." "Why can't you do that? The squeezing I mean?" I was getting uncomfortable talking about such things, but listened to what she had to say. "I can, and I do. I did that yesterday night, but even when I go gently it hurts. I used to be able to..." and then she reddened, her pale white skin turning unambiguously red. "I used to be able to suck it out myself, but now there's too much and I can't reach my nipple because of all the milk..." There was a slight pause. For twenty seconds I battled my imagination and tried to forget the flood of images that poured into my mind: Cally sucking milk out of her own breasts. "Even my softer bras become painful. So that's why I'm not wearing one now. But I should have guessed that it would be too obvious." "Don't worry about that Cally... I don't mind." "I'm sure you don't!" she laughed quickly, her hand wiping the few tears that had fallen. "I'm serious. You're breasts are wonderful, have always been wonderful, and your pregnancy has only made them even more amazing." "Really?" "Of course!" "They've been such a hassle those past few months, that even the sweet pleasure I feel when Stephen feeds isn't all that great anymore. And since he can't drink enough anymore, it's gotten worse." "Well of course he can't drink it all! Even a grown man would find it difficult to empty them..." I realized what I was saying too late. Cally looked at me, a strange expression on her face. She was still red. Stumbling over the first few words, she said: "The only place where I'm comfortable is in the bath. In fact I'm going to go and take one right now." She didn't run out of the room, but it was clear that she had seen the implications of my last words. I found myself alone sitting on her bed, a hard-on in my jeans and too many fantasies in my head. I took a deep breath, got up carefully and went back to the kitchen. Sitting in the living room with a book, waiting for Cally to come out of her bath, I didn't know what was going to happen. I was pleasantly aroused and my cock was already half-hard from her tank top, but I was also anxious: how was she going to react, to say or worse, not say. She stayed quite a long time in the bath, apparently having brought Stephen with her for some of that time. I was getting worried as the morning went on: how was she reacting to our discussion? Yet as she walked into the living room with Stephen in her arms, she gave me a very sweet and soft smile. She was also still wearing the same thing as this morning: a tank top with no bra. She sat next to me on the couch and placed Stephen in the crook of her arm to breast-feed him. She lowered one of the tank top's straps leisurely, allowing me once again a full, unobstructed view of her breast, before pulling Stephen close. I had never been so close to her when she was breastfeeding, and tried to keep my glances short and subtle. But after hearing her comments about how she didn't mind me looking and the fact that she had chosen to sit next to me, I didn't feel so hesitant to look. In fact I dropped the book and turned towards her overtly. After a few seconds she turned and looked at me staring at her and smiled again, gentle and honest. I smiled back, taking a relaxing deep breath. Something had happened during our conversation, and it looked like the rest was going to come about in silence. Her exposed breast was just as marvelous as I remembered, creamy white skin dusted with freckles. Large and firm, generous and assertive as it thrust towards Stephen's, or anyone else's, mouth. But right now I wanted to see more of those breasts. Slowly, deliberately, I reached up and grabbed the tank top's other strap. After waiting for a few seconds, while Cally smiled but didn't look at me, I pulled it down completely to reveal her left breast in all its glory. This was the kind of breast that even the better surgeons couldn't copy. Not only round, firm and flawless, but also perfectly placed on her chest, with a nipple that pointed slightly outward and upward, with a pale and delicate pink aureole that begged to be kissed, sucked and cared for lovingly. Unable to resist that call, I grabbed a pillow and placed it on Cally's thigh. As I lied down and placed my mouth mere inches away from her nipple, she turned and looked at me. Quietly she gave me another of those smiles and placed her hand around my shoulders, before pulling me in as well. I was not prepared for her skin's heat. She was just out of the bath, her skin clean and smelling faintly of soap and of herself, and her big nipple in my mouth felt wonderful. Her whole body seemed warm against me: her arm around my side and back, her belly, her breast against my cheek and her nipple between my lips... As I began sucking I felt a small surge of milk flowing into my mouth, my very first taste of breast milk. Peculiar taste: both more sweet and sour than regular milk, but the simple act of sucking it out of my sister's breast was blowing me away in any case. My left hand moved up and cupped the generous breast, squeezing it gently between my fingers. I could feel it being pressed against my cheek, could feel its heat and see the freckles I had looked at so often... I took a long pull of her milk and was rewarded by Cally's sigh and slight giggle. When I looked up she was staring back down at me, smiling softly. I don't know how long I stayed there sucking and kissing and licking and caressing my sister's breast. At one point I heard Stephen breathing deeply: he had fallen asleep. My sister then whispered: "don't move..." and proceeded to lay Stephen down against the pillows of the couch. With a shy smile, she asked: "Could you finish the other one Johan?" Could I? I moved up on her thigh and rested my head in the crook of her arm. As I began feasting on her other breast, using my tongue as much as my lips to kiss and explore this second wonder, my intentions were becoming obviously sexual. But as I was seeing Cally's grin as I was kissing the underside of her breast, I just kept going. A Helping Brother Ch. 01 My left hand, which had been cautiously caressing my sister's right breast when I first began sucking it, was now openly caressing it as my mouth had moved to the second one. I was trying my best to encompass all of it's size, from the bottom of the line beneath it's girth to where it disappeared against her chest on each side. Then all the way directly up to the huge and soft nipple, squeezing it sideway between my opened fingers. As I was still drinking directly from one of the two sources of so many fantasies, I dared to close my hand fully on its twin. As I was dropping any remaining pretense of doing this only to help Cally, I felt the mass of her right breast molding itself between and around my fingers. I pushed her entire breast upwards, feeling it's weight in my hand, then squeezed it a bit more. And suddenly, as my sister's milk was flowing inside my mouth, some of what remained in her other breast began trickling down over my hand. And then, through another one of Cally's sighs, I heard a faint moan. When I opened my eyes I could see that hers were closed and her head was resting backwards on the couch. Encouraged, I spread the milk all over her breast, turning the already obviously sensual caresses into a wetter, more sexual fantasy. At some point Cally brought her hand against mine and guided me around her breast and chest, reveling in the sensations. And then she softly whispered: "I think that's enough for today Johan..." I slowly calmed down, taking my time before stopping and disentangling myself from her breasts and her arms. Taking the towel, she wiped the excess milk and saliva from her, slowly. She then took Stephen in her arms, not bothering to pull her tank top back up, and took him to her room. She smiled at me before disappearing in the corridor. Still stunned by what had just happened, I simply laid on the couch, eyes wide opened but seeing nothing but Cally's breasts. A bit later I heard her singing a lullaby to Stephen, who had probably woken up... The rest of the day was uneventful, but it was clear that Cally was in a remarkably good mood. And of course, with her nipples so freshly out of my mouth, so was I. While we were doing the dishes after dinner, I nearly wrapped my arms around her and her breasts, as she was standing in front of the sink. But somehow it didn't feel like the right thing to do. I was allowed to suck her breasts under the pretense of helping her out: grabbing her breasts like a teenager would hardly be understandable... I went to bed early, the nearly constant hard-on in my pants requiring attention. As soon as silence descended on the house, I threw the sheets on the floor and started masturbating. How Cally had kept me hard all day I'll never know; for now all I cared about was letting my fantasies run wild. I had always liked talking aloud while fantasizing, as if that fact made them more real. With Cally so close, I had to whisper, but it was enough. I re-imagined the morning we just had, with me sucking her breasts. I was not simply helping her with excess milk; that much was clear. But from there things grew. Stephen disappeared from the scene and so did her tank top and pants: I could feel my sister's hot legs under my side as I ate her breasts all over. I whispered her name in a moan, as a spasm of pleasure ran up my cock. I could see my hands cupping her breasts as I sucked her nipples: I could even hear her moans. She had sighed this morning, now she was moaning shamelessly. I whispered, with her voice in my mind: "Oh Johan, I've been dreaming of this moment for so long..." And then she slipped her hand down my pants, grabbing my hard cock. Another spasm made my cock twitch: I was not going to last long! I could feel her expert hand on my cock, pumping me like I was pumping her breasts. All of a sudden she asked me to move off her, and sit down in her place. I did, only to see my dear, loving sister kneel between my opened legs. My pants and boxers had magically disappeared: this is a fantasy after all. I could see nearly all of my sister: all she had on was a tiny pair of pure white panties. A thong of course. Without warning she bent down and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Warm, wet, powerfully erotic; my sister sucking me off. All the while I was moaning and whispering on the bed: "Oh yes Cally, suck my cock, suck your big brother's cock..." It became clear that all she really wanted to do was to lube my cock for the main event. Only a few minutes later she straightened up and pushed her breasts towards my hard cock. In my fantasy they were even bigger than their huge size in the real world: both my hands would not have covered one! But then they wrapped around my shaft. "Oh yes Cally, fuck my cock with those breasts... Oh yeah, that's it, squeeze them hard around me..." I don't know how loud I was whispering and right now I didn't care. Had the real Cally knocked on my bedroom door just now, I would have taken her on the hallway floor! But fantasy Cally and me were not disturbed. I was going to cum any second now. Sensing this, my Cally pulled back and grabbed her breasts, offering them for me. I whispered, again in her voice: "Cum all over them Johann, bathe me with your cum..." I knew it sounded cheesy, but God did it feel great!!! And so I did: while spraying up on the bed, with my cum pooling on my belly, I saw myself spraying a first jet of cum right on her cheek, then all the others covered her ample breasts. As I hit her smooth skin, she climaxed too (hey, this is a fantasy, right?) and squeezed her breasts as the pleasure overtook her. Some of her milk flew right on my belly while I kept pumping more cum on her. I don't know how long I kept ejaculating on her like that. "You like having cum all over your breasts, don't you, my little slut? My little Cally slut?" In my fantasy she replied yes, not even blushing. As I lay back on the fantasy couch and relaxed completely on the real bed, I made Caly do one last thing for me: she scooped all the cum I had pumped on her and drank it slowly. Laughing softly on the bed I realized that if I had really pumped all that cum in real life, I would have needed balls the size of grapefruits! But Cally didn't seem to mind, drinking handful after handful as if it was ambrosia. Completely exhausted I fell asleep on my bed, not even taking the time to clean myself. Little did I know, at least until later, that although Cally hadn't heard me through the wall, she had heard everything I said through the little baby microphone she had left in Stephen's old room. Even worse, she told me much later, when she had heard me snoring, through the wall this time, she even came into the room. She tiptoed up to the bed and saw me naked, with a belly covered with cum. Softly as only a young mother can be soft, she dipped her finger in one of the larger cum pools and tasted it. With a grin more naughty than any young mother had a right to do, she licked her finger and lips clean. Completely naked, she slowly walked back out, closed the door and patiently waited for what the morning would bring... A Helping Brother Ch. 02 Important note: this is the final chapter of a story that was posted 10 years ago on my old account. If you want to read the first chapter (not necessary but completely worth it!) then look for the story from Mr.Illusion (with a period). After waking up in the middle of the night to clean myself up (you know: cold, sticky and congealed cum all over your belly isn't the best thing in the world), I went back to sleep and woke up very late. Before realizing that Cally probably needed my help early morning with Stephen, I tried to remember what happened yesterday... And I still couldn't believe it. Regardless of the why and of the excuse it provided, I still had sucked on my sweet sister's breasts. Damn! After all those years of looking at Cally taking her shower through the old key-hole, staring at her from my bedroom window as she sunbathed and swam in the pool, even spying on her on a few of her dates, while her boyfriends fondled her in front of a movie... Damn again! I had had my fair share of girlfriends and had not been a virgin at the time, but I would have given a lot to be able to touch those breasts, her ass, slip my hands down her pants and cup my fingers around her pussy... Well, the biggest of my fantasies came true yesterday. And this hadn't been any accidental contact, like the few I organized to have while we were growing up. No, this had been distinctly sexual. Up until yesterday, I had never had any sexual contacts with my sister. Well, almost never. The only time one of these many dreams came somewhat true was at a Halloween party. It was at one of her friends' house, two years ago. I was between girlfriends at that time and Cally still hadn't met The Jerk. Her friend, Jenny, had invited me along with Cally. After Jenny left, when my sister asked me if I was going to come, I told her no. So she was not expecting to see me there. I picked my costume carefully: the phantom of the opera. I chose a big mask, shaved myself clean for the first time in months and even colored the skin around my eyes black so that I'd be even harder to recognize. The long cape would allow, I hoped, for a bit of that thrilling exhibitionist privacy. I looked at my self in the mirror, satisfied that no one would recognize me, and even undertook to change my posture and gait. It worked. Worked perfectly in fact. I arrived quite late at the party to make sure everybody would be drunk, including my sister. I wasn't supposed to know what her costume was, but two days before the party I had searched through her drawers until I found it: she was going to be catwoman. And a sexy one too. So here I was, around midnight at Jenny's house, looking for catwoman. I found her on the dance floor with a bottle of beer in her hand. It was really dark, the dozen or so candles were the only light sources. Perfect. Just perfect. I slowly made my way through the crowd and began dancing in front of her. She grinned at me, oblivious to the fact that she had started dancing with her brother. We began touching each other only minutes afterwards, and soon, the slower music perfectly timely, dancing in each other's arms. I had no idea that my sister was so easy when drunk, by I didn't care. Soon her beer disappeared and her arms were under my cape, caressing my back and ass. Feeling confident I lowered both my hands down to her ass and squeezed it. And for the first time I had something of a sexual contact with my sister. She was barely 19 and I was 22 at the time, so we were not exactly innocent, but I didn't care. And if she ever found out that I was, ...well *I*, I could reply that I hadn't known that she had been *she*. But at that moment those dangerous thoughts were pushed away to let the feelings wash all over me. Her firm and generous ass was dancing in my hands, and I could feel Cally either pushing it outwards against those hands or driving her lower belly against my cock. Which was, obviously, hardening quite fast. Her head was on my chest and shoulder, and when she felt my hard cock she purred against my neck. Encouraged I slipped my right hand lower and between her cheeks until I firmly cupped her crack. Then her pussy. I could feel her soft flesh under my fingers, and guessed that she hadn't worn any panties. But it was her breasts I really wanted to feel. So while keeping my right hand around her firm ass I slipped the left one up her thigh and side and directly onto her breast. I moaned loudly and thanked the loud music. Then I heard Cally whispering: "Oh yes..." and I grinned widely. Ignoring all decency and incestuous warnings, I moved my hand back down and under her shirt, finally feeling the flimsy bra she had underneath. I was a very fine little thing: a metal outline under the breast and then nothing but insubstantial stuff that was probably transparent. I had seen such bras in the past and I had loved each and every one of them. And right now this one allowed me to feel Cally's breast as much as I wanted. And it was great! My head was spinning too much for me to remember every detail of this first encounter, but I remember that I spent the next few weeks masturbating to those images and feelings... The sound of Stephen crying in the kitchen broke me out of my memories. Not only had I touched them again: I had sucked on them like a milk-deprived junkie! I dressed in a simple tee-shirt and boxers and walked in the kitchen to see if she needed help. Oh my God. Big mistake. Cally was bent over the kitchen sink, giving Stephen his first bath of the day. She had on her usual tank-top, which would most likely fail to hide the fact that she had gone bra-less again. All right: that was expected. What was not expected was that below that top, she was wearing nothing more than a white thong. Now I'm a breast man, and Cally has everything a breast-man could want. But still: all those years playing volley and basketball had done wonders for her legs and ass. Barefoot with tight calves, lean thighs and a round pair of firm cheeks crowing it all. I must have groaned, or moaned, because Cally turned around quickly. She began laughing nervously. "Oh, hadn't heard you... Sorry about... er..." She looked down at her legs and kept her ass against the counter. "I didn't think you'd wake up while I bathed him... Here, can you take care of him while I go and put something on?" I think I replied something like "sure". All I know is that she ran out of the kitchen and disappeared. Why was she so tense about this? Sure a thong is a bit inappropriate, but that much? For God's sake: I had sucked on her breasts less than 24 hours ago! Or maybe that was why she was all shy and nervous? Maybe she regretted it? She seemed quite relaxed and cool yesterday, but maybe she had some time to think about it and now... Hmm, not clear. Well, at least one thing was clear, I grinned to myself as I washed Stephen: she wasn't wearing a bra. And she wasn't wearing one when she came back either. Soft flannel pants, but definitely no bra. Although my quick erection hadn't completely gone away when she came back, the sudden ambiguity about yesterday managed to quiet it sufficiently. But had she seen it? Was her very brief flick of her eyes towards my crotch been enough? Mystery. After putting Stephen in his park, we sat together and ate breakfast. "I'm sorry again, Johan. I shouldn't have—" "Don't worry about it Cally," I said, cutting her off, "don't even think about it anymore. In fact," I continued, testing the waters, "I should be the one apologizing... I mean: gawking at my sister like that!" She seemed surprise by the turn of events, but took it in stride: "Indeed! How long has it been since you broke up with Caitlin now? Five months?" "More like seven." I said glumly. "And no other girlfriend since?" "Nah, nothing serious. Heck: nothing funny either!" She laughed nervously. "Well, I can understand why you would... er... when you saw me this morning with..." We both laughed, neither of us quite sure how to keep this discussion going. An offer of milk was a gentle way of stopping it before it became too awkward. Then again a quick "oh ooooh" moment when we both remembered what we had done yesterday morning... I spent much of the morning cleaning out the basement, which had been "The Jerk" space before he moved out. Cally had always wanted a little studio space to paint, and all I had to do was clean out some of the trash and piles of useless junk. Cally came down a few times to see how things were going and to make sure I wasn't getting fed up with this boring work. All of the earlier awkwardness had vanished, and although the work *was* boring, it felt great to be able to help her out like this. Last thing I had to move was a large pile of boxes. They were filled with old paperwork, of course. Nothing lighter than a sheet of paper; nothing heavier than a box full of them. But Cally had been adamant: it was her old stuff from school, and she was still sentimental about it. Just how sentimental, you ask? 32 boxes' worth. From first grade to her last college exam. To her credit, Cally had looked slightly embarrassed when she asked me to move them from the basement to the cellar. But why should I complain: I was here to help her after all. The day was very warm and I was sweaty all over when I finished pushing the last box up against the far attic wall. When I got back down, Cally was mercifully waiting for me with a cold glass of beer. And, of course, her two wonderful breasts veiled by nothing more than a thin tank top. Sitting in the living room, with Stephen asleep in her room, we talked about our college days while I cooled down. Turns out I was not the only one cooling down: Cally was in a session of power yoga: the dvd was still paused on the tv. Her face was just a touch redder than usual and I could see some of her fine hair matted down on her nape. What I could very clearly see, though, was her nipples growing. And growing. And growing. At first she didn't really notice them. But when she reached for her glass of water, she saw her two very prominent peaks. She flushed again, and even though she didn't make to stand up and leave, she was clearly embarrassed. Sighing, I said. "Cally... Please don't worry about it... For God's sake: I sucked on your breasts yesterday night!" There was a short silence, but thankfully she broke it by laughing out loud. "Oh I'm sorry Johann. I know I shouldn't... It's just so weird, and my nipple are just so fucking big!" We laughed together. "Yes they are Cal, and they're gorgeous!" She smiled coyly. "Oh come on Cally: you must have known that it was a fantasy come true for me yesterday?" Another small silence, a bit more tense. After looking at me very seriously for too long, she finally grinned and said: "I know Johann, I'm just teasing you. But I was not even that comfortable with... you know..." "The Jerk?" I supplied for her. "Yes. That's a good name for him." "What do you mean, not comfortable?" "Well, even before Stephen was born we..." She took a deep breath, steadying her voice, "let's say that The Jerk was never really interested in anything more than... Oh, how can I say this?" "What? In bed?" "Ya... Nothing more than a quick tit-fuck, quick caresses to get me wet, then about 2 minutes of fucking. That's it." Cally was clearly uncomfortable talking about this, but it felt like she needed to get it off her chest. Damn! Stop thinking about he chest! But I could barely believe it. That Jerk had a sweet woman with a body that could make pornstars jealous, and he didn't even want to do more than... Unbelievable. "Are you sure he wasn't gay, Cal?" "Bah. I've thought about it. But he's with some young chick now. I'm not even sure she's 18 yet. No tits, no ass." "Dumb fuck..." I whispered. Cally laughed again, for which I was thankful. She looked at me with a gentle smile: "So it really was one of your fantasies?" "Oh my God, yes!" I exclaimed, and went on before fully realizing what I was saying, "You have no idea. Since you began developing breasts, and then even more once they started growing with Stephen." I paused, not sure if I should continue. But it seemed to make her feel better. "I even followed your progression in bra sizes... Are you very mad at me, sister?" She was definitely surprised about this, but she finally laughed with me. "Really? Oh Gods, you're crazy Johann!" And she laughed again. "I even kept the little graphic I made, month after month while you were a teenager!" We laughed harder. After we calmed down she said, more seriously: "Oh, Johann, I really have to get that Jerk out of my mind. I never thought of myself as a beauty queen before, but neither did I ever feel like a... like a used cow either." There was a silence, and I thought that she might start crying. But she took a deep breath and smiled. "But if my big brother finds me beautiful, that must mean something! "Beautiful? Of course you are!" I shifted my weight on the couch, trying to move into a more comfortable position: my erection was becoming painful. And she saw it. Her eyes darted to my crotch again and she failed trying to hide her smile. "That much?" She asked, laughing. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Oh give me a break Cally... You know I'm a breast man, you know I love your breasts and you keep walking around with nothing more than a tank top!" I grinned and she smiled with me. "So you're really hard right now?" "Er... yes." "Does it, hmm, still, hmm, tend to go left?" It took me a while to understand: did she really ask if I had a small bend in my hard-on? And judging by her grin, I do believe she asked that! And my cock *did* have a tendency to go down the left side of my pants when it grew. Before I could try and answer to that question, she said: "Because from what I remember..." "What? What are you talking about?" all kinds of ideas went through my mind at an incredible speed. Was she spying on me too? Did she ever see me masturbating? Did she ask one of my girlfriends? "Do you," she asked, with that soft smile of hers again, "still fantasize about catwoman, these days?" While I tried to understand, Cally got up and picked up both our empty glasses. But she clearly took her time picking mine, bent forward towards me, offering me more cleavage than I thought possible. And then I clicked. The Halloween party. When I looked up, my eyes wide open in surprised, she grinned and patted my head a few times. "Go take a shower Johann: you're starting to smell. Sweat and dust. Just like the Phantom of the Opera must smell like." She left me alone in the living room, flabbergasted, still in shock. She knew!!! She damned well knew! And she was letting her brother grab her ass, feel her breasts... But from the kitchen, she said: "Before you get too excited, I didn't know at the time." She walked back in the living room, and laughed at the expression she saw on my face. "Jenny discovered who you were late that night. But she didn't see you, er, dancing with me. Your secret is safe..." She grinned, and then left again. While I was trying to re-organize my thoughts, she cried: "The shower Johann!" I grinned. I had to. I was starting to see another side of the young woman I grew up with. And I'm not only talking about the nude skin side. When we both allowed ourselves something completely crazy yesterday, something changed. I sucked on her breasts. Sure I had an excuse, but still! These kinds of situations only work in fantasy, not real life... Making sure that Cally wasn't anywhere between here and the bathroom, I got up, my erection pointing the way brazenly. I stripped and hopped in the shower, realizing that my sister's Jerk had had glass shower doors and walls installed. The large bath, where she took her showers, had glass walls on three sides! That meant that the ingrate would have been able to look at Cally take her shower every morning. In essence, he could do up close, every day, what a little key hole had allowed me to do from afar. My erection pumped back to life as I imagined my sister taking a shower, her huge breasts covered with water. Just as I was starting to masturbate, the shower being one of my favorite places, I heard Cally knocking on the door. Before I could reply, she said: "Turn around Johann, I need to get the laundry." Once more not letting me any time to reply, she pushed the door open and barged in the bathroom. I turned around, hiding my erection, but I could feel her eyes on my skin. Damned glass panels! Cally didn't say anything, but I'm sure she was grinning. A few seconds later she left and I relaxed. My hard-on, despite this interruption, hadn't gone anywhere and demanded attention. So as I lazily washed my self with my left hand, my right hand was giving me sweet pleasure. After rinsing my face of the soap, I looked out and saw that the bathroom door was slightly ajar, and that Cally was right there, looking at me. Well, I couldn't really see her, but as I couldn't see the door on the hallway wall, I was guessing that something, or someone, was in the way. I controlled the grin that wanted to pop out, the irony of the situation nearly overwhelming me. But I wanted to milk this opportunity for all it was worth. So playing the innocent I kept on masturbating, but putting a lot more effort into it now. Sometimes using both my hands, spitting on my glans to lube it while away from the water, playing with my balls. I couldn't hear much above the sound of the shower, but I made sure that Cally could hear my moans. Before letting my climax explode, I even said her name, not knowing if she would hear it or not. But then it took all my self control not to gasp in shock: right after I said her name I heard her moaning, then take a sharp breath. Then silence. She had heard. My cock was starting to pulse, I knew I was very close. Then I heard another moan, and I knew that Cally was still there, watching. It was a lot more than I needed: sperm finally boiled and sped up the length of my cock. It erupted all over the glass panel before weakly dripping down around my fist. But wanting to provoke something, I'm not sure why, I quickly cleaned myself and the glass then stepped out of the shower. I saw Cally's shadow moving away from the door and disappear. Hmm. Not what I had in mind. Then again, what did I have in mind? She probably had no idea that I knew she was there. Of course she ran off when I got out. Stupid! I sighed deeply, not realizing just how lucky I actually was. First: had I known what Cally heard, then saw and finally did in my room last night, things would have been different this morning. And now there's another thing I learned much later: Cally had been masturbating behind the door, and had been really close to an orgasm when I got out of the shower! My quick exit had prevented her from reaching it. Yet since I had no idea of what really had happened, the following events didn't make much sense. I choose a clean par of jeans and tee-shirt and came back to the living room where Cally was still doing her yoga routine, probably finishing the session I had interrupted. Now I had just orgasmed in the shower, shooting cum all over the place. But seeing my sister doing power yoga in a tank top and very tight sweat-pants cut-offs... Wow. We talked for about 5 or 10 minutes before her routine stopped. I swear that 5 more minutes would have killed me off: don't know who choreographed that routine, but it couldn't have been more erotic had I designed it myself. I spent those 5 or 10 minutes gawking at her, as her head and eyes were nearly constantly turned away from me. Either she had to turn or angle her head in strange positions, or she had too look at the tv screen to know what to do. Since my sweet little sister was between me and the tv, she couldn't really look at me. I spent those minutes in heaven. I could look at stare shamelessly, because she couldn't really see me. It was as if I was spying, but doing it right in front of her. Breasts pushed out during an arch of her back; hanging loose when she bent forward; her legs spread wide as she bent forward again, pushing her ass out a few feet away from me; now rotating that ass to stretch her lower back; dropping on all fours to push her back up and down like a cat stretching, in effect pushing her ass out and in as well; now laying on her belly, only to raise her upper body using her arms, pushing her breasts out like divine offering... A Helping Brother Ch. 02 I was going crazy. Despite my climax 20 minutes ago, I had another erection. I thanked God for the sturdy pair of jeans. Eventually the show ended, and Cally smiled at me before leaving the room. "My turn..." she simply said. When i heard the shower running, I grinned: now it was going to be my turn to watch. I'd barge in the bathroom if I had to, just like she had done herself. Turns out I didn't need too: Cally had left the door slightly open, and was already in the shower. I silently crept closer and closer until I looked into the bathroom. For the first time in years, I would be allowed to see her fully naked again. And there she was, gloriously naked and wet. Despite the black patch of unruly hair that caught my eyes, I looked again at her breasts. There's only one word for them right now, really: huge. They were absolutely huge. Naturally quite big, but now the milk was transforming them into something completely surrealist. They looked (and felt, I now knew) quite firm, stretched around their huge size. Her aureoles and nipples, usually pointing slightly outwards, were now opened wide, all that milk pushing them out. Even seen from behind, while Cally washed her hair, I could see them both peaking out from the side. When she turned back around, her nipples swayed and danced under the heavy guidance of the milk and flesh beneath. In the corridor, my hand was back in my pants, as I fumbled to open my jeans. As soon as my cock was freed I started pumping it. While never as fun the second time around, I was nevertheless overwhelmed by the situation. If anything, my first climax would allow me to last longer. When she bent forward again to wash her legs, she pushed her ass towards me again, this time with no sweat-pants in the way. Cally had a big ass for her frame. Nothing out of proportion, but still very full and round. This wasn't a scrawny teenager in front of me, but a woman. I could see the fin line of her cheeks against her thighs, and even the details of her pussy, trapped between her flesh. When she straightened up and turned around, I finally allowed my eyes to look at her pussy. Or rather, at her bush: Cally was obviously not a fan of shaving anymore. She had a full bush of wild hair, and even matted down in the shower it was clear that she was "au-natural". It was wild and beautiful, and I don't think I'd ever seen a true bush in real life: such are the trends... Right then her hand popped into my field of view as my sister started washing that glorious mound. Yet very quickly it became apparent that as the soap was being carried off by the water, she kept on "washing" herself. My cock spasmed as I realized that I was finally seeing my sister masturbating. She kept going for a little while, then turned around, facing the wall. As she kept fingering herself, she arched her ass towards me. I was entranced and fascinated until she began murmuring something. I tried to focus and listen through the noise of the shower, but failed. Finally I heard something that floored me: my name. Once again louder and louder, until I couldn't doubt my ears and she finally said out loud: "Oh God Johann, get the fuck inside, I need your cock in me right now!" I don't think I even had time to breathe between her call and pushing my cock all the way up her pussy. My mind blanked out as I undressed and was already rock-hard for her already drenched pussy. I was spasming with pleasure as I filled her, and barely heard her say: "Oh my phantom, take me... Catwoman is all yours today!" When I came to and realized what I was doing, I had pushed myself in and out of her a few times. Those few surreal seconds remained a hazy and unbelievable memory for years afterward. When I fully woke up, I slipped both my hands from her hips to her breasts and leaned in close to her under the water. I couldn't feel it in the shower but I was pretty sure that her milk was overflowing all over my fingers as I squeezed her breasts. I then began to kiss and lick her elbow, neck and ear. Cally laughed throatily under my assault and arched her ass against me even more. We were doing one of the worst sins of our culture and, obviously, it felt just as intensely wonderful. The water amplified the noises as the bathroom was filled with slapping skin, grunts, moans, sucking sounds and "please don't stops"... At first I didn't understand why, but it soon became clear that Cally was already climaxing: she must have been on the verge when she called me in. She pushed me slowly back against the door, in an attempt to get my cock deeper into her as she was rocked by her climax. At one point I even had to place one feet outside the bath to get better leverage. When I resumed fucking her with this new angle, she let one real shout slip before containing them again. I smiled when I saw her turn her head, in the throws of what must have been her first real-cock climax in a long while, to look at the baby monitor. It didn't flicker on: Stephen was still sleeping. With a grin to put a devil to shame, Cally pushed me out and opened the door wide open. "Get in, on your back..." Did she mean in the bath? I'm not all that big or tall, but I knew from experience that fucking in a bath wasn't all that great. Cally saw my hesitation: "Get in, she said with that grin again, you won't regret it." Once I got in, she stopped the water and followed me right in. Standing above me for a second or two, she said: "Johann, my dear brother, you have no idea just how badly you're going to get fucking wrecked today." She then squatted down carefully and then turned an awkward situation into a pure glory. With her feet trapped between the sides of the bath and my hips, her knees couldn't open wide as she lowered herself. Her arms, that were going down to my stomach, were similarly trapped between her thighs. But as she fumbled with my cock to aim it at her pussy again, Cally somehow managed to push and squeeze her breasts between her arms. As I felt her pussy sheathe me again, I could also see her breasts, inches away from my face, being obscenely thrust forward. If I was feeling any sort of pain from the hard bath, it didn't register at all. "Wait for it..." Cally said, cryptically. When she started fucking me harder, squeezing her breasts together even harder, two jets of milk streamed out of her nipples, directly into my face. I had been ready to fuck her for hours, what with my last climax so recent. But with my own sister's pussy engulfing my entire length; with her mammoth, milk-filled breasts nearly bondaged in front of me; with that milk squirting on my face and in my mouth, I wasn't even surprised by my climax. I just came and came again, laughing and shaking all over. Cally didn't even slow down: I was being ridden like a wild bronco in need of a good breaking. As my pleasure crested and pain from overstimulation began, my sister leaned forward and, grabbing one of he breasts with her hand, plunged her distended nipple right into my mouth. I sucked her milk as if my life depended on it. I was being hit by her ass, my whole being earthquaked into the realization that we had opened a staggeringly new door in our lives. I felt renewed, newly alive as Cally kept feeding me her milk. A male, a man and a baby at the same time, I felt her being hit by her own second climax of the day. It's official: Stephen is a deep sleeper. Cally and I spent most of the following night having as much sex as our sensitive genitals allowed. As she was a lot more resilient than me, I ended up pleasing her orally for a long while. I even found a few places where no one had licked her before. She was, obviously and loudly, quite pleased by my efforts. We took quite a long while before talking about how our futures would intertwine: it was not an easy road to travel. In the end, we found a strange and probably unique solution that allowed both me and Stephen to share his mommy's amazing breasts.