("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Milk by Kage (p1kage@yahoo.com*) *** Sister and brother find different ways to deal with the stress of a broken home. (mf-teens, youths, reluc, inc, oral, anal, bd, ws) *** I'm not certain where to begin. I just know that I have to begin so that I can get it all out and get on with my life. That is if I'm ever going to have "normal" life. My counselor has asked me for months to talk about things but I've refused. Not because I couldn't speak or didn't want to talk, only because this involves people I love and I'd rather stay here in silence then to speak out and cause them trouble. So rather then speak I'll type my story, then save it, and when I know for certain the time is right I'll send it to her and be done and gone. I hear that my brother is in Afghanistan now but no one's heard from him in weeks so maybe he's gone already. Lately I don't feel the connection with him that had always been there so something tells me he's not with us anymore. If so, I know he died doing what he wanted so there's no remorse on my part. He's been gone from me physically for two years now and I didn't expect to ever see him again anyway. That's selfish, I know, but I'm honest. Brutally honest...and here's why... My earliest clear memory of life as I now know it is of my mother and father arguing. They were always arguing, but this time it was different. This time it was about me. I had been taking a shower and had hollered for someone to bring me some "hair bubbles", aka shampoo. My father was the first to arrive with some of my mom's Pantene. I must have been ten years old at the time and I was told later, that before he could leave the bathroom my mother who had been watching one of her favorite CSI shows had stopped by to see what I was hollering about this time. Unfortunately, she caught him standing there with a huge hard on. She confronted him, calling him something that sounded like "Herbert!" Which I found strange since his name was Austin. Naturally he became defensive, and as you can imagine one thing led to another. My mother had spent the next two weeks in the hospital with a broken orbital bone and something called a bruised brain. I didn't realize that you could bruise your brain but after dad's fist hit her face her head hit the wall, the sink, the toilet, and then the tile floor and a bruised brain was born. I remember thinking how pretty the red was in her blonde hair. I never saw my father again after that day. My brother, Tyler, who was twelve at the time, had come in seen the mess and stood there screaming like a little girl, which made me scream to. I still giggle thinking about how silly the scene must have looked. Oh, mom recovered a better person so we can laugh about it now. Anyway, for almost three months we lived with my mom's sister, Aunt Annie, or "Aunnie" to me and Tyler, while mom stayed with Granny and went through rehab. Anna was so much nicer then my mother. She didn't drink, didn't smoke, she helped us with our school work, and she let us watch the cartoon channels for hours. She even let Tyler stay up late with her and watch movies in her room. He absolutely loved her. No wonder dad...well that's for later. Anyway, when mom was finally able to bring us home and Granny went back to Florida, things were different then before. For one, she had difficulty walking, and she had lost most of her sight. So we went from kids to caretakers in a matter of days. Aunnie had offered to help her but mom would have nothing of it. She wouldn't even let her in our house. I just figured that she was too proud to ask her little sister for help. The first night we were back together changed my life. We had all gone to bed when Tyler came to my room. He had asked if I was ok then gotten in bed with me. "Wanna see what Aunnie showed me?" Giggling with a kid's excitement of getting a peek into their secret world, I said "sure!" He took my hand and placed it on his pee pee. I remember thinking that it was very warm, smooth, hard, and wet at the tip. To me it wasn't really a part of him. It was more like having a pet under the covers between us. In the dark I couldn't see it but I could hear my brother's breathing and I could hear him say "yeah, rub it some sis". Not knowing what he meant I rubbed it like you would a lamp ~ little did I know that doing so would have a similar effect. "That feels so good sis. Aunnie said it tastes good too and that the stuff that comes out of it makes a girl skinny and pretty..." "Wow! Really? Pee makes you pretty??" "No, silly, not pee. There's a milk that comes out. And when you drink a lot of it, it makes you pretty, but when you put it in your hole it can also make a baby!" "Wow! For real!!" "Yeah, but it's a secret. Everyone doesn't know it and not all guy's milk works. Only a few and Aunnie said that I'm one of them." "So, mom doesn't know? I mean, she's not ugly but she's no where near as pretty or as nice as Aunnie. Maybe you should give her some of yours!" "I asked Aunnie that too, and she said mom wouldn't understand because she doesn't believe in drinking guy's milk and that's why she's so mean all the time and probably why dad left. Guys are like cows, we have to be milked every day or so or our milk goes bad and worst of all it hurts to walk around all stiff. My dick, that's what it's really called, gets stiff when it's ready to shoot some milk out. See?" I rubbed it some more and after a few clumsy brushes he wrapped my fingers around it and moved my hand in more of the natural stroking motion. "Yeah, like that... now go ahead and put it in your mouth sis." "Kay..." Sliding under the top sheet and then taking him in my mouth gave me such a rush that I was dizzy for a moment. I could smell his boyish sweat mixed with something new. It was all so intoxicating to me. I laid there with his dick in my mouth savoring the flavors and smells. Moving my tongue under and around trying to imagine the shape and wishing I had one of my own to play with. If I did I'd never leave the bed. After a few moments I felt is hand on my head gently pushing more of his hard, four inch dick into my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do so I started sucking like his dick was a straw. Waiting for the milk to come I sucked harder until he pulled gently on my ear. "No, sis, move your head like this. He took my hand and placed one finger into his mouth then slid it in and out, then sucked, then in and out, then he licked it and sucked some more. "Oh, ok...I'll try..." Five minutes later I felt him get even harder, his hands held my head as he pushed deeper and shot, and shot, shot. While most went straight down. I was able to lick some of the last drops an had my first taste of "man milk". Not great, but ok, and I was so happy to have made him shoot that every bit was like proof that I wasn't just a little girl any more. I felt like I had somehow uncovered the secret of the universe. I smiled and softly licked my new friend. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59