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Milk - 2
by Kage (p1kage@yahoo.com*)

*** 

In part two, a young girl describes how her normal life 
became... interrupted. (mf-teens, youths, nc, rp, v, 
scat)

***

My brother and I spent the next week or so "milking" 
him as frequently as possible. Of course we didn't want 
mom to find out, I remember Austin waking me up in the 
morning before school and dragging me, sleepy eyed to 
the bathroom. He'd open his pj's and pop his pee pee 
out and while he brushed his teeth I'd lean over from 
the toilet and suck him fast and hard. He'd taught me 
what he liked and being a quick learner and eager to 
please I went right after to it. 

I'd move my tongue up and down his warm thingy while we 
tried to keep on rhythm. You know, his out, my in, and 
so on until he'd put one hand on the sink and the other 
on my head and grunt. That's how I knew my milk was 
coming. It was never all that much. I wished that he 
had more but I guess because I was emptying him a 
couple of times a day it never had a chance to build 
up. That's okay because I didn't want it going bad and 
losing its special power our aunt Annie, better known 
as Aunnie, had told him it had. 

It never took him very long in the morning, but that 
was okay because it was all so exciting to me then. 
Especially knowing mom would be in her chair in the 
kitchen or lying on the couch downstairs. Sometimes I 
had to stifle a giggle thinking about it all. Here I 
was, not even a teenager yet but I was doing grown 
woman stuff and his milk was making me prettier every 
day. He told me so. I wasn't sure at first, Austin was 
much sweeter then he used to be but he could still be a 
real jerk when he wanted to. 

Nevertheless, when I went to school after that first 
week of milking him my nipples seemed to have grown a 
bit larger and I wasn't nearly as shy around boys 
anymore. I felt like I had a new superhero power and 
even though I didn't tell anyone about my secret, not 
even my closest friend, Michelle, it seemed like boys 
were nicer to me. 

When I'd look them in their eyes (something I'd never 
had the nerve to do before) they'd either smile, or 
blush, or run and hide. I figured the runners probably 
had bad milk and knew it. Those that smiled I knew must 
be in on the secret too and probably had good milk. 
Those that blushed, well they were probably too young 
or were naive like I had been before Austin enlightened 
me. 

I'd usually get back to our apartment a couple of hours 
before Austin and I'd help clean up and feed mom. She 
could walk and all but she would get really really 
tired or dizzy if she moved too quickly - which would 
be just a normal speed to most people so she spent 
almost every day in her chair or on the couch watching 
court TV until I got home. 

I felt so bad for her. Here I was gaining new powers 
and she seemed to be withering away. It didn't take 
long for me to figure out that what she needed was some 
of Austin's milk. Of course he had already told me no 
and I knew Aunnie wouldn't help so what could I do? 

That night when mom was asleep and Austin came to my 
room for his nightly release I lied and told him that I 
had a loose tooth and that it might come out and get 
swallowed if I did it to him. Instead he should wait 
until the morning. I promised him that I'd wiggle it 
tonight until it fell out and I could take care of him 
really good in the morning. 

He wasn't all too happy and even offered to pull it out 
for me but I put on my best stern "mommy" look and said 
to wait. I was determined to make him give me lots of 
milk in the morning and then I'd spit it out into a cup 
and somehow get it to mommy. I hadn't really figured 
out how I was going to do that yet but knew that I'd 
come up with something. 

The next morning I was up, ready, and waiting in the 
bathroom when Austin came in yawning and stretching. 
"Hey Squirt, you miss me?" He said while ruffling my 
hair. "Yeah, I'm thirsty! You ready?" He didn't even 
notice the little plastic cup I was holding behind my 
back.

"Move so I can take a piss first, k? Did your tooth 
come out?" "Um...uh huh..." I moved from the toilet and 
watching him lift the seat, ready his magic weapon, 
aim, and shoot. Even though I had seen him do this a 
hundred times before it never ceased to amaze me. It 
was like his own personal little pink gun. He could aim 
it anywhere like a laser. I wish I had one. 

"Uh...sorry sis, but I gotta poop too. You may as well 
wash up or leave for a sec or something cuz it's gonna 
be a few minutes." With that he turned and sat. As I 
washed my face I could hear him grunting quietly and 
heard the tell tale soft plop of release. I glanced 
over a bit and his pee pee was sticking straight up, 
hard and pink, with the tip a reddish almost purple 
color. I thought I could see a bit of milk on the tip. 
Oh no! It's coming out and I'm going to miss it! I 
quickly knelt down and took him into my mouth. "Sis! 
Geez, wait till I finish. I got another gopher to go. 
Ungh!" 

Yes, it smelled bad - whose poo doesn't - but I was on 
a mission for mommy. I blocked out the thought of his 
turds floating a few inches from my mouth and bobbed up 
and down as he pressed his hips up trying to get more 
of it into my mouth. I worked my tongue for all it was 
worth. I just knew that after waiting all night he had 
to have a cup full for me. In and out, my mouth was 
slobbering at this angle. My spit made his nearly 
hairless groin shiny like bacon grease. Bacon...bacon 
and eggs...eggs! That's what I'll do! 

My revelation caused my rhythm to go off beat a bit and 
his pee pee, or cock as he liked me to call it, slipped 
out of my mouth and bumped my cheek, then my nose, then 
cheek again. He was so close to coming he didn't seem 
to notice as he just kept humping while I was 
desperately trying to get it back into my mouth where 
it belonged. Having him shoot on my cheek and hair 
would absolutely ruin my plan! Finally, I opened wide 
and gulped him in. I guess the renewed warmth did it 
for him because it was only three or four more strokes 
before I heard him moan and felt his cock tighten even 
more letting me know that victory was mine! 

One...two...three...four shots of delicious milk hit 
the roof of my mouth and landed on my eagerly coaxing 
tongue. I used my hand to squeeze as much as I could 
out while his legs trembled under my arms. His head was 
back and eyes closed. "oh, god, sis... that was 
incredible..." Here was my chance. I spit his warm, 
salty, milk into my right hand. "Yep, delicious Aussie! 
I think I heard momma!" With that I grabbed my cup with 
my left hand and hustled quickly to my room, locking 
the door behind me. 

My back against the door I poured the tablespoon or so 
of creamy fluid into the cup, scrapping the rest off of 
my palm with the lip. I had a look of determination on 
my face like a scientist splitting an atom. I was 
holding the secret to making mom the mother I'd always 
dreamt of having. A fun, happy, beautiful one. Just 
like in the books dad used to read me when I was 
little. 

Once I'd scrapped off all that I could, I licked my 
palm and fingers clean (sorry mom, a girl needs her 
beauty milk too). Then I got dressed and hustled down 
stairs. Austin was munching on a Pop Tart and pouring 
corn flakes into two bowls before I stopped him. 
"That's okay Aussie, I'm gonna fix me and mom some eggs 
today." "K. Oh, and thanks for this mornin' that was 
f'n awesome! I swear you're gonna be hotter then those 
chicks on The Real World by next summer. He ruffled my 
hair again and disappeared upstairs. 

Mom was in the living room lying down. Her eyes glazed 
over and watery - as always. She looked so pathetic. 
"Hey, mommy. Good morning! I'm gonna fix you something 
delicious today - k?" There was no answer. I went about 
my mission. No bacon in the fridge. Oh well. Placing a 
small pan on the burner and turning it on just so I 
went about my work. Two eggs, add a little salt, a 
little pepper, a little cheese, pour in a little... 
special milk. Lightly mix it all together... let it 
cook... smells grrrrrrrreeat! 

I also fixed her some toast with strawberry preserves. 
My thoughts, wondered aimlessly...too bad Aussie's milk 
didn't taste like preserves. If it did, I could make 
sandwiches out of it and take it to school with me and 
share it with Michelle and maybe others. 

Once I had it all on a pretty plate and a glass of 
orange juice. Well, it wasn't real orange juice but it 
was orange, wet, and in a glass. It served the purpose. 
Everything smelled great, but I had to hurry if I was 
going to get her fed and make it downstairs to the bus 
stop. "Momma, sit up so you can have some of this 
delicious breakfast." She still laid there. Only the 
occasional blink and light movement of her chest let me 
know that she was still with us. "Momma, if you eat 
this, you'll feel better. It will make you beautiful. 
For real. I promise." 

Her eyes blinked twice then looked at me as if she was 
just realizing that I was even in the room. "oh, hey 
precious...I was day dreaming about Europe... and we 
were feeding birds... and... what do you have there 
baby? It smells wonderful." 

"I made you a special breakfast." 

"Is it my birthday?" 

"No, silly. It's just because I love you!" 

With effort she pushed herself up into a seated 
position and reached for the fork and napkin. "You did 
this all your self?" 

"Yes, mommy, I sure did! You remember that time when I 
helped daddy make you..."

At the mention of my father a dark cloud covered her 
eyes and her body leaned as if she were ready to fall 
back into that horrible trance. Her mind was quickly 
sliding back to that sad place deep inside where she 
spent her days now. 

"Oh, no mommy! Please eat some breakfast with me. With 
your baby princess!"   

"Huh, oh yes, of course... you made this all yourself? 
Wow!" 

"Yes, mommy, all by MY SELF!"

She took a bite of the toast first. "Try the eggs 
mommy, eat the eggs." Dabbing crumbs and a bit of 
strawberry from the corner of her mouth, she smiled, 
and took hold of the fork, dipping it into the eggs and 
bringing it to her mouth. "Umm, these are so... good. I 
can taste the cheese in them, yummy. baby. You did 
really, really good. Cheese, the taste reminds me of 
farms when I grew up...and of your grand daddy... did I 
ever tell you..." 

"Mommy! I have to go to school, finish eating and tell 
me about the farms, and grand dad and Aunnie when I get 
home from school. K? Eat some more of the eggs, before 
they get cold." She cleaned the plate. Once she was 
finished I took the plate into the kitchen feeling so 
proud of myself. Before placing it into the sink I used 
my finger to wipe a bit of the egg residue off of the 
plate and popped my finger into my mouth. Delicious. 

***

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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