Sibling Envy

by Joaane

I had my second child eighteen months ago, a beautiful little girl Beth, ten years after I had my first girl Chelsea. The advice then was to feed Chelsea with formula milk. Looking back, it was more to do with me needing to keep my youthful figure than anything else. I allowed myself to be persuaded. This time though, all the things I have been reading have told me that breast is best.

Once I started I couldn’t stop. I had no idea how sexually stimulating it is. Beth, my baby still comes to the breast. Every night after her bath I strip myself to the waist and she comes naked to my breast. My panties are very wet just with the anticipation of it.

I caress her naked body as she purrs contently. She is totally relaxed and compliant. She happily spreads her legs allowing full access. Each night, without touching myself at all, the wonderful feelings running through me from my breast down to my pussy have me gasping through the bursts of orgasmic release.

Chelsea, my ten year old, didn’t approve and would noisily storm out of the room slamming the door as she went. She would not normally be anywhere near us because we would usually be in the nursery in the evenings. However, she would sometimes catch us at it and always react badly. For some reason she just didn’t like to see her sister at the breast.

It was early one evening, we had been watching TV for the very young. Beth had been sitting on the floor at my feet with her back to the sofa where I was sat. She raised her arms to me with the word “Mamma,” This was her signal. I lifted her into my lap and checked her nappy. It was clean and dry. As I did this she turned and reached for my breast. This one little act had the blood running to my pussy. We were in the house alone. I thought it would be alright.

I stripped off my tee shirt and bra. Beth fell to my left breast and its erect nipple and locked on. The old familiar feelings ran through me down to my pussy. I stripped off her frilly pants and her nappy and proceeded to caress her under her little dress and vest. He eyes glazed over just as mine did as we took pleasure from each other. I barely noticed Chelsea arrive home from school until she entered the room and then storm out of it. She slammed the door waking me from my sexual trace.

My panties were soaking wet and my pussy was going in and out of spasm when the door once again opened and there was Chelsea stark naked. “Mamma,” she said. She knelt onto the sofa and fell to my right breast. I shuddered in orgasm as she locked onto my every hard and erect nipple.

I watched as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. I took baby Beth off my breast and laid her onto her sister. Chelsea let go off my nipple with my milk running from her mouth and lay back across my lap. Beth locked onto one of her erect but very small nipples. Chelsea groaned and lay back. I found her slippery young and very smooth pussy. I found her little clitoris and took her to a shuddering orgasm.

I took baby Beth back to the breast for her to finish her meal. She locked eagerly onto my right nipple, and with both her little hands, pumped away at my tit. Chelsea turned onto her side and locked onto my vacant breast. She had taken my lead and slipped her hand up my skirt. Her little hand took me to heaven. We both shook as we hit our climax together.

That was the end of Chelsea’s tantrums. The sibling envy whenever I fed Beth was gone. No storming out, No slamming doors. The three of us settled into a gentle relaxed relationship. Chelsea now had a code word that meant I want you to feed me and love me. It was the word that she learned for her sister, it was “Mamma”.