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Something	By : Anon-Chan Category: +G to L > Kill la Kill Views: 5550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Once My Sister, Now My Child
- 2-Curiousity Oft Gives Rewards
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Bodily changes weren't something I was used to, especially since these changes in question were odd. My breasts had become sore, tender, and seemed to have grown slightly. At first, one would have explained said changes away as hormonal flunctiations in accordance to menstrual cycles or ovarian functions but what made them all the more unusual is that I seemed to have started lactating and that my menustrations have stopped.
In noticing these changes, I started to backtrack any prior history, sexual or otherwise, and found that I couldn't possibly be pregnant, yet, I was displaying pregnancy or post pregnancy symptoms. I've gone to various doctors and specialists but they turned up nothing unusual and just simply concluded I was going through some kind of hormonal phase, which would pass, eventually. Not knowing what else to do, I figured I'd just get used to them and go about my life nornally, ammhenoria, breast tenderness, and lactation be damned.
I would hide these and no one thought anything of them, however, in an odd similarily occuring strangeness, my sister, Ryuuko, seemed to have been having bizarre dreams. I would guess she was a baby in these dreams, considering that I would awake, in the wee hours of the night, to her suckling at my breasts, whenever we would share a bed.
At first, on the first night I discovered this, I found this strange and rationality told me to wake her, while something within told me to let her sleep, deeming it to be harmless, so I let it continue, against any better judgement. The mornings after those occasions she would go about her day as if nothing has happened the night, so I kept quiet, noting the tenderness to be lessened, along with the lactation.
Every night, since I first discovered this, whenever she visited and shared a bed with me, during her sleep, she would suckle at my breasts, like a newborn. I would be awake during this, until I was certain she had her fill of milk and had stopped or until sleep overtook me. Such sessions would last for roughly an hour and a half or less and, once she was done, she'd release and roll over, leaving the both of the us content.
On one such night of sleepytime breastfeeding, I found myself instinctively stroking at her hair and holding her closer. In that moment, we were not sisters, instead we were mother and child, so the act was subconscious bonding, an odd mixture of maternal love, genuine wanting to look after and protect her, with side somewhat unrelated feeling of a euphoric high, with my sensitive nipples being suckled and stimulated.
I would curse myself for this but I couldn't resist no matter how much I fought it. I would suppose that my body didn't want to fight it, either, as I found my milk supply would increase for every time she wasn't there and that my nipples had grown a bit more sensitive. I would try calm my wanting to feed her by pumping my milk and thus stimulating my teats but I still quite missed her presence. It bordered on obsession, of course, and I told no one of this feeling or my bodily changes. I loved her but it wasn't in the way a sister would love her sister, instead it was maternal, a desire to care and want, and neither was her suckling at my breasts hurting her.
Unnanounced and quite suddenly, she decided to move in with me. I never asked why, just accepted it, and, almost immediately, we were back into routine, nights of cuddling and suckling, with some changes. As said before, during those dreams, she believes herself to be an infant and, so, as infants often do when absent their mothers, she cried, said vocalizations sounding much like the aforementioned's. She would let out this cry when we didn't share a bed and, whenever she let out this cry, I found myself rushing to her, gathering her into my arms, and feeding her, at which her crying would stop and she'd calm down, comforted.
Whether we shared a bed or not, we would resume the positions of cuddling and her nursing, becoming closer and closer. Eventually, this extended to daylight hours, in the later afternoon, while she catnapped in my lap. During those sessions, without second thought, I would uncover my breast and allow her to feed, while I would stroke her hair and hold her close. If I wasn't suckling her at night or in the afternoon, then I was breastfeeding her at around dawn. Neither of us could get enough of this, however, something was to occur that neither of us would anticipate.
As usual, she was asleep and went to suckle at my breast, prompting me to wrap her in my arms. Usually, during the night, I breastfed her while we were both on our sides but, this time, while she suckled and as I held her, I rolled onto my back. Besides stimulating my nipples and increasing my milk supply, nothing particularily unusual happened but I felt my legs spread far apart and my vaginal opening started to moisten, ultimately becoming wet, with fluids pouring onto the sheets underneath. From within, I felt changes in my womb, with my cervix dialating and the feeling of something slithering out through the opening and out of my vagina, with said vagina apparently becoming large. My breasts started to swell more, especially as my milk ducts and nipples increased in size, the latter becoming more sensitive and desiring more stimulation.
This feeding session, while strange, seemed to be longer than usual. After about three and a half hours of breastfeeding her and during a continued period of sexual arousal, I had noticed something strange about my sister, once she finished suckling. She was still in my arms and seemed to have shrunk a tad, as her nightclothes had grown loose around her. While still aroused, I gently lifted her, noticing something off with her. An umbilical cord, begining from within my womb and ending attached to where her navel would be. In noticing this, I found my body becoming more aroused, spreading my legs even further and placing her between them. Carefully, I removed her loosened clothes as she slept, before lightly stroking her head, whispering as to how much I loved her and that she wouldn't mind what I was doing, along with that what was happening would make us both happy in the end.
As I became more aroused, I went about fondling my breasts and squeezing and tugging at my nipples, hand milking them. As I stimulated my breasts, one of my hands drifted downwards towards my genitalia, stroking my clitoris and rubbing around vaginal walls, bringing more lubrication. I would switch hands, exchanging the discharge soaked hand with the milk soaked one and vice versa, before using both hands in both regions, at different points before switching off. After some time, my body started to climax and, thus, my uterus started to contract, drawing her inward. Noticing this, I started to stimulate myself more, to quicken the process. After continued stimulation and arousal, she continued through my vagina at a much faster pace, passing through my cervix, teasing me with the sensation. The moment she entered my uterus and my cervix closed, I fell into orgasm, feeling an extreme amount of pleasure and euphoria.
The morning after, I felt her moving, seemingly unaware of what happened the night before, all while noticing that I didn't look noticeably pregnant, considering that she had shrunk to fetus during the first three or four months of pregnancy, and that I had stopped lactating. Life continued on as usual with few close to us noticing anything different and while I made preparations for her rebirth, allowing the maternal feelings I had developed to grow.
After some time and while my belly had grown, I recieved some inquiries. I kept my answers simple, just stating that I was pregnant and such a thing may seem odd but everything'll be alright, along with that I am quite happy with the prospect of being a new mother, along with telling them that I would like some privacy for awhile. I would become reclusive, as my pregnancy progressed.
As I was reaching full term, I began lactating again and tenderness in my breasts had returned, so I returned to pumping, using pumping as temporary relief, along with becoming pleasured. Like our previous breastfeeding sessions, I took to pumping at night, dawn, and late afternoon, doing so until I climaxed into orgasm.
Once I reached full term and on a nighttime occasion of pumping, I fell into labor. Like before, considering the uterine contractions, I resorted to stimulation to speed the process and helpt it along, so I continued pumping, until, as fluids and small bits of blood poured out, I climaxed before orgasming, feeling her exit my cervix. With several pushes and about an hour, I heard her cries. I cut her cord, gathered her into my arms, and brought her to suckle, stroking her hair and holding close. Without any doubt, we were content with the results of this adventure.
"Oh, my dearest, my little sweetheart, how much I love you..."
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