6 comments/ 104830 views/ 12 favorites Helping Sara By: FreshPeach Sara didn't know what to do. She sat alone on her old front porch, clutching a cashmere cardigan and a tiny, sparkly purse. A big tear splattered on her collarbone. She was aware somewhere in her muddled brain that her mascara was probably running. She didn't care, though. All she knew was that she'd never see Tony again. Finally, Sara heard the click of the front door opening. Her father's huge shadow fell over her. "Who's there? Sara... is that you, baby?" he asked, concern softening his gruff voice. The screen door creaked open. Sara didn't even look up. All she could do was sniffle. "Baby? What's wrong? Do you want me to get Ally?" Ally, or Allyson, was Sara's older sister. Since their mother had run away with their accountant, Ally had provided most of the motherly advice required for raising her younger sister. Even as an independent woman, Sara still sought Ally's advice. Ally and her husband Matt were visiting their father to celebrate their daughter's first birthday, so Sara had come for her help once more. Sara's father, Sean, placed an arm around his youngest daughter's shoulders. He felt big and warm, like home. Sara gave out another sob and nestled her head against his meaty shoulder. "Daddy!" "Baby, please... what's wrong? Is it Tony? Where is he?" Sean asked, his concerned voice edged with anger. Sara's sobs grew louder. The screen door opened again. Ally flew to Sara's other side. "Sara, baby... what's wrong?" She asked, her voice instantly on edge. Sara sat up straight, fat tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. "He... I...we..." Sob. "I was at a bachelorette party this," Hiccup. "Evening and whe... when I..." Sob. "Come home... it was early 'cause," Hiccup. "Because I was feeling a little sick. And I.." Sniffle. "I wanted to see Tony before he left for his..." Sob. "For his business trip. And I... and he..." Sob. "He was in our bed with our next door neighbor when I got home!" The last part came out as a wail. Ally put her arm around Sara and waved their father away. Sean knew when he wasn't wanted, but I still hurt to leave his daughter so unhappy. As Sara continued to sob into Ally's shoulder, the phone rang inside. "Hello," Sean answered, wondering who would be calling at this late hour. "Is Sara there?" It was Tony. "Yes, no thanks to you, you asshole. Don't call her again, or I'll castrate you and make you eat your own tiny cock!" Sean slammed the receiver down, almost surprised at his own outburst. When he looked up, Allyson and Sara were standing in the doorway. In the lamplight, the runny mascara stood out against Sara's blotchy face and puffy eyes. Before he could apologize for his language, Sara burst out into giggles. She ran to her father and threw herself into his arms, almost knocking the breath out him. "Thank you, Daddy! I'm so glad I came to you!" Sean stroked his daughter's long blonde waves. He closed his eyes and let the memories of how close they were when she still lived with him after Ally had gotten married wash over him. How she used to curl up against him on the sofa when they watched *I Love Lucy* reruns. How she used to fall asleep with her head in his lap. How he used to carry her up to her bed. How she used to kiss him in her sleep and wrap her arms around his neck. Another voice from the doorway woke him out of his reverie. "Ally? Where'd you go? Oh! Sara, are you okay? What's wrong?" Steve, Ally's husband, came into the room, carrying a baby bottle and looking bewildered. Sara stepped from my embrace and threw her arms around Steve. "I'm okay, Bro, Tony's just an asshole." From Sean's vantage point, he watched the graceful curve of his daughter's back, so like her mothers. He noticed how when she raised her arms, her tits jumped under her short top, and how they pulled her shirt to reveal a sliver of her flat tummy. He remembered scolding her as a teenager that he wouldn't allow her to mar her navel with a ring. He was glad he'd been firm. Sara was perfect. "I could've told you that, Bean," Steve replied, having figured out what was going on. Since Ally had been five years older, and been dating Steve since her freshman year of college, Steve had been around for most of Sara's teen years. He'd even nicknamed her Bean after that little Muppet bunny, he favorite stuffed toy. He'd been like a brother to her, and knew her unhappy history with men. Steve took Sara into the kitchen and Sean set about making up the pull-out couch bed in the den so that Sara could have his bed. * * * Later that night, Sean heard a floorboard creak in the kitchen. He'd gotten so used to an empty house that he immediately sat upon the sofa bed. He was startled at first to find himself in the den, but quickly shook it off and slipped out of the bed. He walked quietly toward the kitchen and was relieved to see Sara's silhouette outlined in the light from the fridge. She was wearing an old tee shirt she dug out of an upstairs drawer. It came to mid-thigh, but she when she bent forward to reach for something in the back of the fridge Sean could see her exposed ass and the thin strip of cotton covering her slit. Sean's cock jumped to life in his flannel pajama pants. He'd had his share of lovers since his wife had left him for their accountant, but no one aroused him as much as thoughts of Ally and Sara. Since Sara had spent so much more time with him, she occupied many of his fantasies. He'd never acted on any of them, and indeed, they shamed him. He hid his erection behind the island counter before he cleared his throat to get Sara's attention. She jumped in front of the fridge and turned around. She held a plate of chocolate cake in her hands, which made Sean laugh. She'd always been a sucker for chocolate. "Oh, Daddy! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to wake you!" Sara carried the cake over the island and shut the refrigerator door with her foot. It extinguished the light, except for the moonlight coming in through a large window over the sink. Sean went to the counter and pulled two forks from a drawer, glad that his erection had eased. He rejoined Sara at the counter and they ate in silence for a few minutes. "So, what are you going to do now, honey?" "I don't know, Daddy. The lease on our apartment is up in two months, and since I was hoping to persuade Tony to change our lease to a six month so we could look for houses, we hadn't yet renewed. So, I can move. I really don't want to live there... too many memories." Sara answered. "And besides, I want to move into the city so I can commute to jobs by cabs and busses. Driving between Riverside, clients, stores, and contractors is killing my gas budget." Sara was an apprentice interior designer, and rapidly moving towards working on her own. Her boss was preparing to retire, and was grooming Sara to take over the business. "I know what you mean about the gas... and the memories." Sean said, glancing around the kitchen. Soon after his wife had moved out, the country cabinets and roosters had be torn out and replaced with smooth granite and sleek appliances. Of course, Sara had helped decorate even though she'd only been eleven. "I'm not really ready to sleep, yet, especially after all that sugar. How about you?" Sean asked after Sara put the cake dish in the sink. "No, me either. TV Land?" Sara suggested. "We think alike, honey. Come on." Sean lead the way into the den and straightened out the rumpled bed. He laid across it to grab the remote from the table on the other side of the bed. Sara jumped on Sean's back, straddling him and reaching for the remote before he could get it. Sean savored the feeling of Sara's muscular thighs across his back. He quickly got onto all fours and Sara fell onto her side across the bed, with her head at the foot. Sean had to force his eyes away when her thin shirt rode up, exposing her whole thong and navel. He tickled her sides, rendering her wiggly and useless, then laid his whole weight across her until she was shaking with pent-up giggles. "Daddy!" she managed to wheeze out, "You win! Uncle! Uncle!" Sean rolled off of her, suppressing his own laughter. Sara clicked on the television and turned the volume low. *Bewitched* was on. "Don't you think Sam is hot?" Sean was startled by the question. He looked at his daughter, and even though she'd pulled her shirt down, her form was perfectly on display in the glow of the television. She was watching the action on the screen, so Sean felt free to look his fill at the rise of her tits and the way her nipples poked though the worn cotton. Her legs were slightly parted and still tangled with his. If he extended his left foot, he'd have perfect access to her crotch. "Of course she is. She was an icon. Plus, the nose twitch... yum. Hotter than Jeannie." Sean decided to test the waters to see if his instincts about Sara's sudden physicality and line of questioning were right, "And Sam's blonde hair... that's always been a turn-on. Jeannie would have been hotter if she hadn't worn that hat all the time." "So you like blondes? But mom was a red head." Sara asked, turning her attention to him. "Well, yeah, but you saw where that went. I'm glad you and your sister got your grandmother's blonde hair." Sara nodded, "Me, too." She stretched and yawned, pulling herself further down the bed and letting her shirt ride up. Her entire stomach was exposed and I could see the rise of her ribs. Now she was inches away from my toes. Her legs were spread even further. Sean went for it and rubbed his foot against Sara's exposed crotch. He pulled away, ready for her recoil. Instead, she arched closer and closed her eyes. Sean continued to rub his heel along Sara's slit. Sara moaned her approval, so Sean got a little braver. He sat up and slipped his finger under the elastic of her purple thong. Sara's eyes flew open and she smiled at Sean. Encouraged, he slid his index finger along her slit. She was dripping wet. Excited, Sean pulled her thong down over her smooth thighs, her knees and feet, tossing it to the floor. She's shaven her mound into a blonde strip, like an arrow pointing to her clit. Hungry for more, but wanting to make it last, he pushed Sara's tee shirt up over her tits to see her engorged nipples, erect and begging to be sucked. Sean gladly obliged and laid his weight across her, glad to feel the tickle of her slight pubic hair against his naked chest. Sara run her legs up and down his torso. Sean dipped his head and sucked at her nipple, laving and nibbling it. "Mmmmm, Daddy, yes. Please, yes." "You really want this, sweetheart?" "Oh, yes. Please, Daddy." Sean sat up on his knees and Sara reached out and grasped the waist of his pants and pulled them down over his massive erection. Laying back, she pulled off her tee shirt, leaving her entirely exposed. "Lay, back, Daddy. I want to taste your big, strong cock." Sean laid on his back and Sara straddled him once more. Starting with his lips, she kissed a path down, over his nipples, his chest, his torso, and finally his jutting cock. She licked the tip, causing it to jump against her lips, making her giggle. An image of his daughter at age fifteen painting her toenails at poolside wearing a skimpy string bikini, and giggling at a stupid joke he'd told made his cock surge even larger. She dipped her head down, practically swallowing his manhood. She bobbed up and down, keeping rhythm with her fisted hand. Soon, Sean had to grasp her shoulders, "Baby, you're killing me. Let me take care of you." Sara laid back against the pillows. Sean took her place and kissed the delicate skin under her navel. He kissed his way down and between her legs. He started licking her moist hole and suckling her clit. Soon, Sara pushed him away, "Come on, Daddy, I'm you're big girl. I want you inside me. I want your big, hard cock, Daddy!" "Are you my little slut, baby? Are you Daddy's little whore?" "Yes, Daddy! I'm your dirty, little slut! Please, Daddy!" "Bend over, then." Sean sat up on his knees and Sara bent over onto all fours, wiggling her perfect round ass in the air. Sean started by rubbing her asshole with his thumb. Sara buried her face in the pillow to stifle her screams. Sean positioned his raging cock at the entrance to her glistening pussy. He savored the feeling of her dripping against him, nearly bucking against him. He heard her begging into the pillow. Finally, he thrust his cock into her, burying himself to the hilt. He grabbed her slim hips, nearly cumming at the way her cunt muscles squeezed him. He pulled out and slammed her again, then pulled out to his very tip. He waiter there, tormenting himself. "Oh, Daddy, please! Hard, Daddy! Slam it into me!!" Without missing a beat, Sean rolled onto his back and pulled Sara onto his cock. She bounced up and down on him. Sean reached up and cupped her bouncing tits. Sara leaned back and bucked harder. "Oh, yeah, Daddy! God, yes! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Sean felt her shiver all the way down though his cock. That ended it for Sean. He let his load go, and pumped his daughter full of his hot seed. Sara laid down against her father's chest and kissed his neck. "Thanks, Daddy. You made me feel so much better." Sean rolled Sara onto her side and pulled her close. He buried her nose into her neck and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. Helping Sara Paint As Danny Keating walked up the driveway to his house one Wednesday afternoon after finishing classes at college he noticed his sister's car in the yard and smiled to himself. He felt his pulse quicken as his thoughts drifted to Sara. He strode quickly to the house and tossed his knapsack on the kitchen table then went into the livingroom where he heard his mother and sister talking. "Hi, honey. How was school?" his mother asked as she looked up from a brochure on Sara's lap as they sat together on the sofa. "Ahh... ok, I guess. What are you guys doing?" Danny asked. "Mom's helping me pick out colors for my apartment." his sister said as she looked up at him, brushing her long brown hair from her face. Danny smiled as his eyes roamed over his sister. Sara was wearing a simple light blue cotton t-shirt and short floral skirt, and Danny felt his cock begin to harden as he stared at the swell of his sister's breasts beneath her thin t-shirt and her tanned legs. "Come take a look and tell me what you think." Sara said as she slid closer to her mother to make room for her brother on the couch. "Mom thinks I should do the livingroom this color," she said pointing to a blue paint chip "but I like the green better. What do you think?" Danny leaned closer to look at the samples, and felt his sister's thigh pressing against his. It felt warm and firm, and he shifted slightly as he felt his cock getting harder. "I like the blue." Danny managed to say, despite the distraction of his sister's body against his, as he pointed to the colored square. "Really -- you don't think it's too dark?" Sara asked as she leaned down to take a closer look. As Sara leaned down to look at the sample Danny felt her firm round breast pressing against his arm. He felt a rush of excitement pass through him and he inhaled deeply. Sara turned and smiled at him as she continued to press her breast against his arm. Her face was inches away from his and her dark eyes met his and she gave him a warm smile. "You like it?" she asked in a soft voice. Danny wasn't sure whether she was referring to the paint color or her breast against him, but he smiled and said "Yes." "Do you know what you're doing? You've never painted before, Sara. You should get someone to help you. I'm sure Danny wouldn't mind." their mother said. "I'll be fine, Mom. Besides, I'm sure Danny has better things to do than help his big sister to paint her apartment." Sara said with a laugh. "No, I wouldn't mind, really!" Danny interjected. "Are you sure, Danny?" his sister asked as she turned to face him. "Sure I'm sure. When were you planning on doing it?" he asked. "I was thinking this weekend. I was going to paint the livingroom on Saturday and the bathroom on Sunday. I already have a color picked out for the bathroom, a light pink." she said. "I don't have any plans for the weekend. I wouldn't mind helping you." her brother said. "No plans? Since when does an twenty year-old guy have no plans for the weekend?" she said with a laugh. Danny chuckled. "Well, nothing too important. Besides, I'd be glad to help. You'd only make a mess of it if you attempted it on your own." "Thanks for the vote of confidence, little brother." she said as she shoved her elbow into his ribs in a playful gesture. Danny laughed and stared into his sister's dark eyes and watched as her full lips formed into a smile. Sara was just under three years older than he was, and growing up they had always been close. As Danny entered puberty he suddenly saw his sister in a much different light. No longer was she someone to race bikes with or stay up late watching horror movies with -- he also realized that she was a very sexy girl. He began to notice the swell of her full breasts and the curve of her hips beneath her clothes. Danny felt guilty for having lewd thoughts for his sister, but at the same time couldn't help but stare at her at every opportunity he got. Occasionally Sara would catch him staring, but rather than saying anything or scolding him she would simply give him a knowing smile and continue talking like nothing had happened. "So how about I get the paint and supplies after work and pick you up here Friday night after supper?" Sara asked. "Sure... that would be fine." Danny said as his mind was drawn back to the present. "Good. Thanks so much, Danny. I really appreciate it!" Sara said as she stood up and gathered the paint samples and put them in her purse. Sara smiled at her younger brother and wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek. She broke their embrace and ran her eyes over him. "I think you'd better bring some old clothes this weekend though -- stuff you don't mind getting paint on." she said as she eyed the tight jeans he was wearing. Sara's eyes were drawn to the bulge in her brother's jeans and she felt her clit begin to throb as she imagined what he might look like naked. She enjoyed teasing him earlier by rubbing her breast against his arm and was looking foreward to two days alone with him so she could tease him even more. Growing up she had always enjoyed teasing him when she caught him peeking down her loose tanktops as she bent over. Hopefully this weekend would be a return to those days when they were younger, and more. The ringing of the phone interrupted Sara's bawdy thoughts, and her mother excused herself to go answer it. Sara made her way out to the kitchen and Danny followed. "Thanks again for the help painting." Sara said as she clutched her brother's arm. "It's no problem. You're welcome." Danny said as he forced his eyes up from his sister's chest to her face. "Sorry about that. It was someone from the church group wanting me to help at a bake sale this weekend." their mother said as she entered the kitchen a short time later. Sara let go of her brother's arm and picked up her purse from the table and slung it over her shoulder. She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and said she should be getting back to her place to make supper. For the next two days Danny's mind was filled with thoughts of his sexy sister, and what it would be like spending the weekend alone with her. He could hardly wait for Friday night to arrive. Finally the day came and shortly after supper Sara showed up to take him to her apartment. Danny quickly grabbed his knapsack which he'd packed with clothes and other things he'd need for the next two days and followed his sister out to her car. Sara was wearing a knee-length skirt and a loose fitting tank top. As Danny watched his sister walk he guessed that she wasn't wearing a bra. He stared as her full breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her top. He followed her out to her car and stood behind her as she moved cans of paint and rollers onto the back seat. As Sara bent over he could see the backs of her firm tanned thighs and the curve of her ass beneath her skirt. Sara turned back to her brother and gave a laugh. "Quit staring at my ass and hand me those cans of paint, will ya." she said. Feeling guilty and embarrassed Danny reached for the paint and began handing it to his sister as she placed the cans in the back of the car. Once the front seat was clear Danny sat down and Sara got in and they left their mother's driveway. The siblings sat in silence as Sara drove to her apartment. Danny was too worried that his sister was mad at him after she'd caught him staring at her to say anything. Once they arrived at her place he jumped out and gathered up the cans of paint and followed her inside. They deposited the supplies in the livingroom and Sara went into the kitchen and poured two sodas and handed one to him. It was only then that he dared try to explain himself. "I wasn't staring at you... back there at mom's..." he began "I was standing there waiting for you to clear off the front seat, and..." His sister's laughter interrupted him and she placed her glass on the counter and held his arm and smiled. "Do you really think I'm pissed-off about that?" she said. "You sure sounded it back there." he said. Sara placed her hands on her brother's waist and smiled at him. Danny moved so his back was pressed against the counter and he stared at her face. He felt her thigh pressing into his crotch and he was afraid she'd feel his growing erection. "Just chill-out, Danny." she said as she pressed herself against him "I don't care if you look. There's nothing wrong with it." "But... you're my sister. I shouldn't." he stammered. "Ya, and you're my brother, so I shouldn't look either -- but I do." she said with a smile. "You do?" he said with surprise in his voice. "Of course. You looked good in those jeans this afternoon and I sure noticed." his sister said giggling. Danny blushed and avoided her eyes. Sara placed her hand under her brother's chin and raised his eyes back up. "I saw you staring at my tits too when we were walking out to the car." she said in almost a whisper. She watched as her brother's face flushed and he forced his head back down to stare at the floor. "Danny... look at me, please. You were staring at them, weren't you?" she said as she moved his head back up and smiled. "Ya... I was." he said in a quiet voice, waiting for her reaction. Much to his surprise his sister smiled and softly kissed his cheek. Danny felt her breasts pressing into his chest. Her thigh was still against his crotch and he knew there was no way she couldn't tell that he was hard. "Thanks. You make me feel so good, Danny." she breathed into his ear as she gave him a hug. "What?" he said, confused. "Ever since Richard dumped me I've felt ugly." she said as she held her brother tighter "Knowing you look at me, you know... that way... makes me feel sexy. Thank-you, Danny." "But I shouldn't look at you like that." he said as he involuntarily ran a hand up his sister's back "You're my sister." "Your cock doesn't seem to know that." she said with a laugh as she pressed her thigh against him harder. Danny abruptly broke their embrace and moved away from his sister, but she pulled him back. "Danny, it's okay." she said as she stroked his arm and smiled "I take it as a compliment, really." "I shouldn't feel like that about you though." he murmured. "Look... this weekend there's only you and me here. This is just between you and me, okay." she said, trying to reassure him. Danny looked up and gave her a faint smile. "I'll make a deal with you..." she said. "What?" her brother asked. "For the next two days you're allowed to look all you want, as long as I can do the same." she said. "Really?" her brother said in surprise. "Really." she said "You're pretty sexy ya know." Danny laughed as his sister tugged at his hand and brought him into the livingroom and sat down on the couch. "How about we watch some tv?" she said as she pointed the remote at the television. Danny settled back on the couch and felt somewhat more relaxed due to his sister's reassurance and cheerful tone. His attention soon was diverted to a game show on television and he began to forget about the conversation he'd had with Sara earlier. A short time later his sister leaned against him so her head was resting on his shoulder. She smiled up at him and drew his arm around her tightly. "Mmmm... this feels nice." Sara said a few minutes later as she held her brother's arm around her waist. "Yes, it does." Danny said and leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Tell me something." Sara said as she looked up at him. "What?" Danny asked. "Were you really staring at my ass while I moved the paint in the car back at mom's?" she said. Danny blushed and nodded. Sara grinned and slowly moved her brother's hand so it was resting on the curve of her right buttock as she rested against him. "Well, go on then... have a good feel of it." she said. "Sara...!" Danny said as his hand moved over his sister's ass like it had a mind of it's own. "What?" she said with a giggle "You know as well as I do that you want to feel it." Danny never responded as he continued to let his hand roam over his sister's hip and firm ass. Sara turned towards her brother as she felt his hand slide down her hip and over her bare thigh and she smiled up at him. "Do you like my legs too?" she asked as she looked up at him. Her brother never answered, but slowly ran his hand down towards her knee. Sara smiled and sat up so her back was against the couch. She drew her knees up so her feet were flat on the cushions and placed Danny's hand on the inside of her left knee and drew up upwards. Danny looked down at his sister's legs as he slowly ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Her skirt had fallen towards her hips and he could see her panties. Sara glanced down and smiled. "I guess it's a good thing I wore panties tonight." she said, her voice sounding slightly deeper than before. "We better stop." her brother said as he slowly withdrew his hand. "Awww..." Sara said as she pouted and rested her head on his shoulder and hugged her brother. Danny felt his sister's breasts pressing into him once again, then he looked down and discovered that her skirt was still up around her thighs so he could see part of her light blue panties. He slid his hand down over her hip and caressed her exposed right thigh. Sara parted her legs slightly and let out a soft moan. The siblings remained like that for close to an hour. Danny held his sister and gently stroked her back, occasionally letting his hand roam back down to her thigh to feel her soft warm skin. Eventually Sara fell asleep as Danny held her, breathing deep to take in the smell of her shampoo, as well as the faint odor of sex from her parted legs. Some time later she awoke and stretched slightly and looked up at her brother. "I fell asleep. Sorry. I should be getting to bed I suppose." she said as she slowly opened her eyes. "Ya, it's getting late, and we've got a lot of work to do tomorrow." he said as he let go of his sister and sat upright "Do you have a blanket for me?' "Blanket... what for?" Sara asked as she slowly got up from the couch. "I figured I'd crash here." Danny said as he watched his sister stand up and look at him. "Don't be silly, Danny." she said as she reached out and tugged at his hand "You can sleep in my room. It's no big deal." Danny followed his sister into her bedroom, then realized that her single bed was rather small for the both of them, and suddenly felt uncomfortable at the prospect of sleeping with her in it. "Are you sure this is ok, Sara... I mean, me sleeping here...?" he asked. "Of course. You've been sleeping with me out on the couch. What difference does it make if it's a bed?" she said. Danny watched as his sister went to her dresser and took out a large white tanktop that she regularly slept in, then sat down on the other side of the bed. "Ummmm... could you turn the light out while I get changed." she said. Danny turned and flicked the switch behind him, plunging the room into semi darkness, then sat on the edge of the bed and began undressing too -- careful not to turn around and see his sister. He felt the mattress move as Sara got undressed then crawled under the sheet. "It's ok. You can turn around now." she said a short time later as she watched her brother slowly get into bed next to her. Danny slid into bed next to his sister wearing only his boxers and quickly covered himself with the sheet. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room he could see more due to the light from the streetlights shining through the window. Sara was sitting up in bed next to him wearing the tanktop that was several sizes too large for her. Danny's eyes roamed down past her shoulders into the plunging neckline. He could clearly see the curves of the tops of her breasts, as well as a good amount of cleavage. He felt his cock harden immediately and he was glad that he was covered by a sheet. "Enjoying the view?" she said and winked at him. Danny felt his face flush and he layed down beside her and pulled the sheet up. "We should be getting some sleep." he said. Sara slid closer to her brother and rested her head on his shoulder. Danny wrapped his arms around his sister's waist, then noticed that the right strap of her top had fallen down her arm, causing most of her breast to become uncovered. He stared for a few moments at it then reached down and slid the strap back up to her shoulder. "You're such a gentleman." she said with a laugh. "Well, your top had fallen down and... uhhh..." Danny's voice trailed off. "And you could see my boob..." Sara said as she turned to smile up at him. Danny blushed and nodded. "So... what did you think? Did it look nice?" she asked. "Sara, we shouldn't be talking like this." he said. Sara rolled over so she was laying on her brother's chest facing him. She ran her hand over his muscled torso and he felt his pulse quicken at her touch. Sara brushed a finger over his nipple and smiled at him. Danny's eyes moved down into her cleavage as she leaned over him. He stared at her swaying breasts as she traced her fingers over his bare chest. Sara watched her brother's eyes and could feel herself getting wet knowing he was so obviously staring at her breasts. She shifted and swung a leg between his so her pussy was pressing against his thigh. Besides the tanktop she was only wearing panties, and Danny's hairy muscular leg against her bare thigh excited her even more. She moaned softly and began rubbing against it. "Haven't you ever thought about us... you know... messing around?" she asked as she looked into her brother's blue eyes. "Ahh, I guess... a few times maybe... but, you're my sister." "Of course I'm your sister, but I've been noticing how you've been staring at my boobs too. I can feel your hard-on against my leg, Danny." she said and smiled. Danny blushed and turned his head. "It's okay, Danny." she said in a sofy voice as she turned her brother's head back to face her "I don't mind you looking. Actually, I like it." "Really?" he said, looking up at her face. "Really." she said smiling at him "It makes me feel sexy, and it's... ahhh... really naughty knowing my brother is getting turned-on staring at my tits." Danny laughed. "I was sure you'd be pissed-off if you caught me." he said, feeling more comfortable. "No, not at all." she said smiling as she shook her head "I've caught you looking plenty of times over the years but never said anything." Danny smiled and felt his face flush. "Will you make a deal with me?" his sister asked. "What's that?" "For the rest of the time you're here you can look all you want, and I can do the same,okay?" she said. "Are you sure, Sara." he asked, not quite believing what he'd just heard. "Of course. There's just you and me here, so it'll be our secret. Plus it'll be fun, don't you think?" she said. "Ya." her brother said, grinning. Sara slid off of her brother and lay beside him with her arm draped over his chest. She pressed herself against him and gave his cheek a kiss. "I suppose we should be getting to sleep. There's a lot of work to get done tomorrow. Sweet dreams, little brother." she said then closed her eyes as she cuddled up next to him. Helping Sara Paint Danny grinned and sat up in bed, careful to adjust the sheet so his sister couldn't detect the tent in his boxers. He smiled at her then looked down and saw her hard nipples poking through her top and stared some more. "You seem to like this top on me. Want me to wear it the rest of the day?" she said with a smirk. "I wouldn't complain." he said. "Or I could just surprise you. I've got lots of tops I bet you'd like." she said as she grinned. "I like surprises." he said. "Well, let me get changed and I'll meet you out in the livingroom." she said. Danny slowly got up from the bed and went into the bathroom with his knapsack of clothes and toiletries and got himself together. He pulled his boxers down and briefly stroked his hard cock as he stood before the sink while thinking about his sister. He drew some water and quickly washed up and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, all the while he wondered just what she might be wearing the rest of the day. Sara waited until she heard water running in the bathroom then closed her bedroom door and got undressed. She was still very wet, and after she pulled her panties off she reached down to briefly stroke her clit. She slipped a finger in and moaned softly as she worked it in and out. Forcing herself to stop she went and looked through her tops to find one that would best show herself off to Danny. She settled on a light blue crop-top that came down only a few inches below her breasts. It had been quite some time since she'd worn it because it was so revealing, and only around the apartment but never out in public. She decided that she'd not wear a bra or panties, then pulled on the shortest skirt she could find. She looked at herself in the mirror, noticingher hard nipples clearly outlined against the fabric of her top, then raised her arms above her head and discovered that doing so caused her top o ride up -- exposing her breasts to just below her nipples. Sara smiled to herself and reached up and brushed her fingers over her hard nipples. Sara heard the bathroom door open and waited a few moments until she thought Danny would be in the livingroom, then went to the bathroom to freshen-up for the day. It was hard for Danny to not show an expression of surprise when his sister walked into the livingroom. He grinned and looked her over. "Is that what you always wear when you paint?" he asked. "I don't know. I've never painted before. I'm a painting virgin." she said laughing. Danny laughed. "You're going to lose it today then." "Just be gentle with me." she said and winked. Danny began spreading out newspaper on the floor and moving furniture aside, then showed his sister the technique of cutting-in around the edges of the room to prepare to roll the paint on. He watched as his sister painted, noticing how her top rose up as she raised her arms above her head, nearly exposing her breasts. A few times he was able to catch a quick glimpse of the underside of one and he felt his already hard cock twitch even more. Later Danny showed Sara how to roll the paint on, and stood beside her as she began painting one of the walls. Rolling the paint on meant she had to extend her arms more, so her top rode up higher than earlier and Danny was treated to a few quick glimpses of her hard nipples. Danny went and stood beside her for a while, and as she brought her arms up towards the ceiling he reached out and drew a finger over the underside of his sister's right breast. "Hey!" she said, feigning anger "You got paint on my boob!" "Don't worry, it comes off with water. I'll wash it off later." he said laughing and went and began painting the other side of the room. Over the next few hours Danny kept stealing glances at his sister while she painted, noticing how her short top came up to expose part of her breasts. He could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts and he knew that if she stared long enough there was no way she couldn't help but notice that he was hard. He finished his half of the room first and layed his roller in a tray then sat down on the floor and watched Sara working. "There... finished!" Sara exclaimed a short time later as she set her roller down and practically collapsed on the floor next to her brother "It looks good." "Ya, it does. But it'll need a second coat tomorrow after this one dries." he said. "Another coat?" she said disappointed. "Don't worry, it'll go faster than this one." he reassured her. Sara sat on the floor next to her brother and leaned back, bracing her hands on the floor behind her. Danny watched her movements and stared as her top slid up to reveal the bottoms of her breasts. Suddenly he let out a laugh. "What's so funny?" she asked. "You've got a blue boob." he said with a grin, pointing to the strip of paint he'd drawn on her earlier. Sara glanced down at her breast, drawing her top up higher with her hand to expose more of her skin, and smiled. "I think it looks sort of cute, don't you?" she said as she flashed a mischevious smile. "I think they both look cute, but they don't match." he said. "What do you mean?" she asked. Instead of answering Danny dipped his finger in the paint and slowly brought it up to her other breast. Sara smiled once she realized what he meant and leaned back more, causing her top to ride up more. Slowly he ran his finger along the underside of his sister's left breast, leaving a streak of blue paint. Sara looked down watching and chuckled. There was a moment of uneasy silence between the siblings after Danny removed his hand and sat staring at Sara's partially exposed breasts. "Hey, are you hungry?" she asked, interrupting the silence. "Ya, sort of, now that you ask." he replied. "How about I order a pizza." she suggested. Danny said that a pizza would be great and waited on the couch while his sister called to place the order. Once she was finished she layed down next to him, resting her head on his thigh. She smiled up at him and drew his arm over her. Danny felt his cock harden again as his hand moved accross the skin of his sister's taught flat stomach. She was holding his hand and realized the paint on his finger was still wet. Slowly she held his finger between hers and drew an arrow starting above her navel pointing downwards. "And what does that point to?" he said as he grinned broadly. "That's for me to know and you to find out." she said and winked. "Maybe I'll get to find out this weekend." he said. "Maybe. Would you like a little peak now?" she asked. Danny was surprised by her offer but said "Sure!" Sara reached down and slowly unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. She smiled up at her brother then opened them slightly, revealing the top of a thin strip of hair leading downwards. "No panties...?" Danny said in surprise. His sister giggled and slowly ran her fingers over her exposed skin as she watched his eyes. "I'd let you touch, but you've got paint on your finger." she teased. "I'll go wash it." Danny offered. "No, I like you as my pillow. Don't get up." she said knowing she was frustrating him. Danny watched as his sister caressed her stomach down towards her open shorts with her fingertips. She arched her back slightly and moved her hips as her brother watched. "You tease..." Danny said with a laugh despite his frustration. "Who... me? Never!" Sara said with an impish smile. "I like what you've done with your hair." he said staring at her crotch then at her face. "Do you? I did that before I picked you up yesterday. I thought you might like it." she replied. "So you had this whole thing planned?!" he said in surprise. "Well... sort of... maybe it was mostly wishful thinking, but to be perfectly honest I thought I could at least have fun teasing you. I've seen how you look at me, Danny." she said sounding more serious than before. "Then why didn't you do or say something before now?" he asked. "I thought you were too young and it would mess things up between us. Then I was seeing Richard. Then when Dad died you were so depressed for a long time I didn't think it was a good time for us to cross that line. I love you so much, Danny, and I only want what's best for you." she explained. "I love you too, Sara." he said, feeling tears welling. Sara sat up and wrapped her arms around her brother and held him close. She whispered in his ear again that she loved him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Danny held his sister tight against him. He could feel her breasts pressing against him, and as his hands moved over her back he felt her soft warm skin as her top slid up. He gently caressed her back, savouring the feeling of her exposed body. He ran his hand up her spine then slowly back down and heard her moan softly and clutch him harder. The siblings remained like that for several minutes until Sara broke the embrace and leaned back against the couch and moved her hair out of her face. Danny smiled at her then looked down and discovered that her top had slid up so far that her breasts were uncovered to well above her nipples. They were very hard, and looked darker than they had before when he caught a few glimpses of them. He stared briefly then reached out and began pulling his sister's top down, but she held his hand and stopped him. "It's okay. You've practically seen all of them before. What's it matter now?" she said in a low voice. Danny gave his sister a warm smile and moved his eyes downward over her half-exposed breasts to her open shorts. He could see a little more of the strip of hair she had and smiled to himself wondering if she was as turned-on as he was. When Danny looked back up at his sister's face he saw that her expression had changed. She grinned at him then reached down and in one swift move pulled her top completely off and tossed it aside on the sofa. "There. Is that better?" she asked as she sat next to him completely topless. Danny's response was a wide smile as he leaned against her and slowly ran his hand over her stomach. He heard her inhale sharply and let out a slight moan as his hand moved up to cup her right breast. "Play with them, Danny." she encouraged him as she leaned closer to him. Danny squeezed one, then both of his sister's breasts in his hands, and bent down and wrapped his lips around her left nipple and began sucking on it as his tongue darted in and out over it. Sara ran her fingers through his hair and encouraged him by drawing his head further down as she moaned louder. "God, that feels so good. I should have let you do this years ago." she said between heavy breaths. Danny continued to lick and suck on his sister's nipple as he moved his hand down her stomach towards her open shorts. He squeezed Sara's breast hard as his other hand slid over the thin strip of hair leading inside her shorts. As he moved lower she gently pushed him away and half-smiled. "Let's take it slow, okay?" she said half-apologetically. Danny nodded and leaned back against the sofa next to her, unsure of how to proceed. He slid his hand back up over his sister's breasts, squeezing them and gently pulling on her engorged nipples. Sara moaned and arched her back. He watched her expressions as his hand roamed down to her open shorts. Slowly he ran his fingers over her exposed skin, briefly running them over her partially exposed hair down there. Afraid that she would stop him again he moved his hand back up to her breast. As Danny was squeezing his sister's breast they both jolted upright at the sound of her door buzzer. "That must be the pizza. Will you let him in and pay for it? My purse is on the kitchen table." she said. Danny slowly got up from the couch and returned a few minutes later with the pizza and placed it on the coffee table. "Here's the pizza." he said as he looked at his half-naked sister on the couch who was slowly slipping her hand inside her open shorts. "I'm not too hungry anymore." she said as she looked up through half-closed eyes. "Me either. Not for pizza anyway." he said with a chuckle. "Will you do me a favour?" she asked. "Sure. What?" Danny replied. "Help me get this paint off." she said as she smiled and looked down at herself. "Ahh, ya, but..." Danny said. Before he could finish his sentence Sara jumped up and was tugging at his wrist, leading him into the bathroom. He watched as she turned the water on and adjusted it till it was the temperture she wanted. As she leaned over her full breasts swayed and Danny felt his cock throbbing inside his shorts as he stared at them. Sara pulled her shorts off completely and tossed them aside then began tugging her brother's t-shirt over his head. That soon joined her shorts and she climbed into the shower and stood under the spray of water soaping her hands up. "Come on, get in." she said as she ran her hands over her wet body. Despite all that had transpired that evening Danny still felt somewhat nervous and shy about undressing in front of his sister. He slowly undid his shorts and pulled them off as she watched, then looked at her. "Ummm...could you turn around...?" he asked. Sara laughed at his modesty, but turned around while he pulled his boxers off. He was so hard that his cock stood straight out from his body. He gave it a quick squeeze and a stroke before stepping into the shower behind his sister. He stood behind her and ran his hands down her back to her hips. Sara leaned foreward, bracing her hands against the wall, and pressed her ass against her brother's hard cock. She moaned as she felt it glide over her wet lips, nearly slipping between them as her brother moved his hips. Danny covered his hands with soap and glided them over his sister's wet silky skin. She closed her eyes and moaned. Pressing himself against her he reached around and held her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples, causing her to moan louder. Sara reached down and pressed her fingers against her clit and rubbed it, then reached back further and ran her hand along the underside of her brother's cock. It was hot and hard and twitched when she touched it. Sara turned around and slid her hands over her brother's tight ass then looked down at his hard cock rubbing against her. She gave it a squeeze and held it. "I want this in me now." she said as she stroked him. Sara turned off the water and climbed out of the tub, then helped her brother out. She looked down at his hard cock bouncing as he moved. His balls were full and heavy and she briefly cupped them in her hands. Not bothering to dry off she led him into her bedroom and sat down on the bed, pulling him close. Grasping his cock at the base she leaned down and licked the head, tasting his precum, then wrapped her lips around it and slid them down along it. Danny moaned and ran his fingers through his sister's wet hair, holding onto her head as she sucked him. He moaned softly then began pumping his hips in a slow rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her warm wet mouth and she sucked harder. Wanting to make it last as long as possible Sara took her mouth from Danny's cock and layed down. "Come here..." she said as she opened her legs. Danny climbed between his sister's waiting thighs and looked down at her. She looked so sexy lying there with dropletsof water over her he thought to himself. Sara reached out and took his cock in her hand and guided it towards her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt his head slip in. It was thick and she could feel him stretching her wider. She opened her legs more and lifted her hips up to meet him. Sara's pussy was tight and wet, and Danny could feel her squeeze him once he was inside her. He clenched his teeth slightly and started pumping. She reached out and grabbed his hips -- tugging on them to encourage him. "Oh god... fuck my pussy..." she cried out as she felt his balls slap against her. Danny pumped his hips as hard as he could as he felt his sister writhe under him. She wrapped her legs around him and held him to her. Soon he felt like he couldn't hold back much longer. "I'm so close." he said. Sara reached down and took hold of his cock. He slipped it out of her and she began to stroke it. It was slippery from her juice and her hand glided over it. She reached down and pressed a finger hard against her clit then slipped two inside her. Matching the rhythm of her hands she fingered herself as she stroked her brother. Danny reached down and squeezed her breasts in his hands, pulling on her nipples hard. She felt his cock suddenly twitch and thicken as he shot streams of cum over her -- most landing on her stomach, but some hitting her breasts. She shoved her fingers in deeper and cried out as an orgasm overtook her. She arched her back higher and continued to pump her fingers until the waves subsided. Sara smiled at her brother lying spent beside her as she spread his cum over her breasts. "Wow..." was all she managed to say as she caught her breath. Danny smiled at her and reached out and toyed with her nipple. "That was amazing!" he said. "You made me messy, little brother." she said with a smirk as she looked down at his cum on her. "Looks like I'll have to help you to wash up again." he said. "Not now though. Let me rest a bit." "Don't forget we have more painting to do tomorrow. The livingroom needs another coat, plus the bathroom." he reminded her. "How about we save the bathroom till next weekend, unless you don't feel like coming over." she laughed. "Sure... I'll feel like cumming over you anytime." he retorted. Sara burst out laughing. The siblings cuddled in bed talking about what had just transpired between them, both agreeing it should have happened long ago. Both knowing that they would somehow manage to make up for lost opportunities. Helping Sasha "I really need some help. Can you come over to my cabin? Are you off for a bit?" Sasha and I had been friends for a few months now, but this was the first time I'd heard this tone of voice. "No problem, I've got nothing going on. Be there in a sec," I said. I'd been working on the Enchantment since December. She was a 2,500 passenger cruise ship, and we we'd been on a 7-day run to the west coast of Mexico out of Los Angeles, but that run had ended on Sunday, and we were currently on our way to Honolulu for a series of 10-day Hawaiian cruises. Tough life, I know. I was a sound technician, responsible for running the board during the shows in the main theater, and that's how I became friends with Sasha. She'd joined the crew in February, and as with any attractive new girl, she'd made an impression. I hadn't made a play for her, as I had a girlfriend back home and was trying to be good, but it was hard. Sasha was beautiful, about 5'9" tall, brunette, with dark eyes and tanned skin, and had a pair of what I later found out were 34DD breasts. She was responsible for the shore excursion programs -- you know, when passengers wanted to take a walking tour of Mazatlan, Sasha was the one who set it up -- and she would give a talk in the theater at the beginning of each cruise outlining all the various tours available. I was her sound guy, and through that we became friends. There's a lot of sleeping around among cruise ship crew members; it's a lot like college only with money and more time off. I think part of the reason Sasha hung out with me at first was she knew I had a girlfriend, so I was kind of safe, if you know what I mean. Anyhow, her cabin was only about a 20-foot walk from mine, so after she called sounding like she was in trouble, it only took me a few seconds to knock on her door. Her expression looked like she was in pain, but there was something else -- humiliation? I was concerned, and at the same time apprehensive. "Come on in, I'm really sorry to call you like this," she said, as she walked over to the bed and sat down. (Our cabins weren't big enough for a separate seating area, so we used our beds like couches.) She was wearing a bathrobe, and her eyes looked like she'd been crying. "Sash, what's going on? Are you ok?" It seemed obvious she wasn't, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Oh, fuck, this is hard," she said. "I'm your friend, whatever it is, you can tell me." More platitudes; I sounded like a Hallmark card come to life. She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself, and then looked down, ashamed, as she spoke. "Ok, here goes. I have a condition called hyperlactation. I've had it since I hit puberty. What happens is even though I'm not pregnant and haven't ever been pregnant, my breasts make milk anyway. Lots of it. All. The. Time." She looked up at me to see how I was taking this in. The expression I was going for could best be described as "interested, concerned, and wondering how this affects me," while on the inside I was kind of thrilled. I'm a boob guy, so I was already interested in whatever she wanted to tell me about her breasts, and this particular revelation, while unexpected, was fascinating. "Anyway," she continued, "because of this I have to use a breast pump to pump out the milk once a day." She reached into her bedside table and brought out a breast pump, holding it up for me to see. I nodded my understanding of what she'd told me thus far. "Yesterday, this fucking thing broke, and there's no way to fix it." "Sash," I said, "I'd be happy to fix it if I could, but I don't know the first thing -" "No," she cut me off, shaking her head. "That's not it. I already took it to the medical office and asked the nurse to look at it. Apparently it's fucked and there's nobody on board who can fix it. She suggested -- oh, God, this is embarrassing -- she suggested I try to massage my breasts and pump them out by hand." At this, tears formed in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks. She looked up at me, pleading. "I tried, I really did, but I only noticed the pump was broken on Monday afternoon, and I didn't work up the courage to go see the nurse until this morning, and now they're so full just touching them hurts like hell." We'd left Los Angeles for Hawaii on Sunday morning, and weren't going to be in Honolulu until Friday morning. Today was Tuesday, so Sasha had another two and a half days before she could get a new pump. She was obviously in considerable pain, and I couldn't imagine her suffering like this until the end of the week, never mind how much worse it would get as her breasts continued to make milk. She looked down into her lap and continued to cry softly. For lack of a better idea, I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'll help you any way I can, but what can I do?" I asked. Had I only known what was coming, I don't think I'd have been able to speak. "Well, I don't know if it would work, and I don't even know if it's something you would do, or even want to, or...." she trailed off. "Sash, you and I have become pretty good friends, right?" She nodded. "Whatever you think will help you, if I can do it, I will," I said. "Just tell me what you need." She sighed, steeling herself up once again. "Would you try to suck the milk out?" My head jerked back and my eyes flew open in surprise. Sasha, aghast, spoke quickly. "I know it sounds weird, and if you don't want to because it'd be weird or because of your girlfriend or whatever, I totally understand, it's just that you're the only person onboard I trust, and it hurts so much and I don't know what else to do." She looked down, crying again. "No," I said, "it's not that. I was just taken aback by the suggestion is all. I mean, do you think it would work?" "I don't know," she said, not looking at me, "but this hurts so bad I'm willing to try anything." Decision made. "Ok, then," I said, "What do we do?" "You'll do it?" she looked up, hopefully. "I'll give it a shot." I tried to sound nonchalant, but inside I was losing my mind. A beautiful girl was asking me to breastfeed from her amazing tits! "How do you want to do this?" I asked. "I'm not sure," she said. "What if I sit at the head of the bed with my back against the wall, and you lay with your head in my lap and your feet down toward the foot of the bed?" "Ok," I said, and we began to shuffle around into position. I waited until she'd had a chance to prop a couple of pillows against the wall and get comfortable. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded, and I laid on my back and lowered my head onto her thigh, looking up at her beautiful face. "Ok," she said, moving her hand to her bathrobe, "here we go." She pulled the bathrobe aside, exposing her right breast. It was beautiful. Large and full, with amazing, kind of translucent skin showing a few pale veins beneath. Her nipple was dark, perfectly round, and all I wanted to do in the world was take it into my mouth. "Jesus," I breathed. "What?" she said, alarmed, "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," I replied, "I'm sorry, it's just -- your breast is incredible." She laughed quickly and softly, the tension broken. "I'm glad you like it." "Yeah," I said. "Ok, you ready?" "Yes," she said, calmly, "Go ahead." I turned my head to the right and took her nipple into my mouth. I started to caress it with my tongue before quickly remembering that this wasn't supposed to be a sex thing; I was just supposed to suck out her milk. Gently, I started to do just that. "You can go a little harder than that," Sasha said, "The pump does it pretty hard, and sometimes it takes a minute to get it started." "Mm hmm," I said, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of my sucking. After what felt like forever, but was probably only 15 seconds, a warm, sweet jet of milk squirted into my mouth. "Oh!" Sasha exclaimed. Immediately I stopped. "What's wrong? Did that hurt?" "No," she said, "It was fine." She continued, but her voice sounded like she was very far away. "Don't stop, you're doing it just right." "Ok," I said, and went back to suckling. It was heavenly. After a minute or so I got into a good rhythm where I would take a long suck, swallow her sweet delicious milk, and then take a deep breath before continuing. I closed my eyes as Sasha began stroking my head with her left hand, running her fingers lightly through my hair. It was supremely relaxing and erotic. So much so that after only a few minutes I became aware of a potentially embarrassing hard-on growing in my shorts. I hoped Sasha wouldn't notice; I didn't want her thinking I was getting off on her suffering. But then I noticed to my amazement she was softly moaning in time with my suckling. I stopped and asked, "Sash, you ok?" "Yes," still in the dreamy voice, "Please don't stop." You don't have to tell me twice. I started suckling again, and Sasha began moaning again only louder, and this time, after only a few sucks, I felt her right hand on my leg, brushing up and down my thigh. I sucked a little harder, which seemed to spur her on, and she began to undo the front of my shorts. "Mmm?" I asked, not stopping. "Shhhhh," she said, "Just let me." You bet, I thought. She found my hard-on -- pretty obvious by this point -- worked my cock out of the front of my shorts, and began to stroke up and down. It was at precisely this moment that her right breast ran out of milk. "Uh, Sash, I think this one's empty." "Quick, do the other one," she said, and thus ensued 10 frantic seconds of repositioning, opening the other side of her bathrobe, and settling back down to start on her left breast. I knew what I was doing by this point, and was drinking down her milk in no time at all. She continued to stroke my cock. I can't tell you exactly how long this went on, but it's not like I'm a porn star and can last forever, so it couldn't have been too long. After a few minutes anyway, as her left breast was beginning to run empty, Sasha started pumping my cock with greater intent, and with her left nipple still in my mouth I came, spurting come all over her hand and the bottom of my t-shirt. She continued to stroke my cock for a few more seconds as my orgasm subsided, and then she slowly came to a stop as I let go of her now-empty left breast. We sat quietly like that for a long minute or two before she spoke. "I'm sorry I did that. I don't know what came over me. It was just when you were first sucking and the milk started to come out, it felt so amazing and tingly all through my breast," she paused, "and the rest of me. It's never been like that with the pump." "It's ok," I replied. "I enjoyed that a lot, too." We were quiet for another moment. "How often do you have to do that?" I asked. "At least once a day," she replied. "Until we get to Honolulu," I said, "When you can get a new pump." "Yes," she said, "I can get a new pump on Honolulu." There was a twinkle in her eye as she went on, "Or, maybe I won't."