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Molly Springs A Leak
By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Molly makes a number of bad decisions and ends up 
pregnant. No one seems to care except her little 
brother who becomes her birth coach... And much, much 
more. (mf-teens, youths, inc, rom, preg)

***
 
Molly was in trouble. Not horrible trouble... it was 
more along the lines of pain-in-the-ass trouble. It 
seemed like her whole life was like that. Things just 
happened to her that didn't work out well.
 
Most people would have said the latest was her decision 
to let Roger Falstaff take her virginity. She'd fooled 
around a little bit on dates and stuff, but nothing 
serious. Then, at age sixteen, she'd decided in a fit 
of anger that she should be a woman. So she arranged 
for Roger to make her one. 

He was most happy to do so, except he didn't bring a 
condom, like he promised he would, and by the time she 
found that out it was too late for both of them. It 
hadn't even been much fun, and she didn't plan on doing 
that a lot more. For her it was enough that she became 
a woman.

Unfortunately, she also became pregnant.

Her parents shipped her off to her older brother to get 
fat and have a baby privately, so all their friends 
wouldn't know about it. They assumed she wouldn't want 
the baby and it would get adopted and she'd come home 
skinny and a year older.
 
If you reflect on the way her parents thought about 
things, you begin to understand why she made such bad 
decisions. She had bad role models.

For, in fact, as the baby grew in her belly she grew to 
love it. It was the only thing she'd ever had that was 
truly hers. Her big brother was a truck driver, and was 
gone for weeks at a time. She didn't have a job, or 
much money for anything other than food, so she had a 
lot of time to think. And as she sat there, growing a 
baby, she realized that there were only two people in 
the world she really loved.
 
One was her baby.
 
The other was her little brother Bobby, who was the 
only person in the whole world who, when he found out 
she was pregnant, said "Cool. I bet you'll make a great 
baby." Everybody else was a shit head about it all, 
especially Roger, who swore that he never touched her 
and whose parents threatened to sue her parents if she 
continued 'lying' about who had knocked her up. They 
wanted it kept quiet too.

She also did a lot of reading, quite a lot of it about 
how to grow a healthy child, have a healthy child and 
raise a healthy child. And she read a lot about a 
medical condition called Turrets Syndrome, which her 
younger brother had. At odd moments he would shout out 
obscenities or other strange things, and he had tics, 
movements he couldn't control. 

There wasn't a thing wrong with his mind, and he was 
completely aware of what he was doing. He just couldn't 
control it. His parents thought he was retarded because 
they were too stupid to read about it like she did. The 
books said that there were "indications" it could be 
brought on by stress. There was a lot of that at home. 
The more he acted out the more embarrassed his parents 
were, and the more stress he was under.

So, when he too was sent to live with his older brother 
and slut sister, she didn't mind a bit. In fact, she 
welcomed him. She arranged for him to be enrolled in 
the same classes she was, for "special" students, which 
was actually a good thing. The 'Knocked Up and Nut Case 
School', as the other students liked to call it, 
actually had the best teachers in the whole school 
district, and their kids did better on standardized 
tests than the rest of the 'normal' kids did, for the 
most part.

So she and Bobby did well in school. Bobby also became 
her birth coach. She'd read about natural child birth 
and the people at the free clinic gave classes in 
Lamaze. Bobby agreed immediately to go with her.

Now some might say this was another idea of Molly's 
that just didn't work out well. 

She didn't think so... but you be the judge.

During the classes, Bobby learned to touch his sister 
in ways he never had before, and in ways most brothers 
never touch their sisters. He sat against a wall, with 
her leaning back against him, sitting between his legs 
and stroked her swollen belly as she practiced 
breathing. She liked that, which isn't unusual, since 
most people like to be touched in a loving way. He 
liked that, because she felt wonderful to him. 

That led to a lot of touching at home, and one night, 
when Bobby had a really bad dream that caused him to 
wake screaming and shaking, she pulled him into her bed 
where she held him as best she could with a big belly. 
The next night, when he showed up at her door with his 
pillow in hand, she just smiled and said "Sure". They 
spooned, with him behind her and his hand draped over 
the belly that now held a child he was growing to love 
too.

It was nice. For both of them. There wasn't anything 
overtly sexual about it. Not then. They shared warmth, 
and closeness, and the baby. They celebrated each kick 
and squirm as the living creature inside her made its 
presence known, both day and night. They grew used to 
sleeping together. 

Their big brother didn't even care. He, like his 
parents, viewed Bobby as a retarded little boy, even 
though there was nothing whatsoever wrong with Bobby's 
mind. So he didn't make them sleep in separate rooms. 
She was taking care of herself AND Bobby, which left 
him free to live his own life. That was just fine with 
their older brother. He made sure they had enough money 
to get food and clothing, and drove his truck.

One night the inevitable happened, and Bobby's hand 
slid off her belly onto her breast, which was also 
swelling. That felt nice too, and she clasped his hand 
to that breast, so that when he woke up and realized 
what had happened, he also realized it was OK.

One day they were practicing her breathing, and she sat 
nestled between his legs, leaning back on his broad 
chest, relaxed. He slowly caressed her swollen stomach 
and, on a whim, brought his hands up to cup and stroke 
her full breasts too.
 
Somehow it just felt right. Molly liked it, even though 
every time a boy had touched her breasts before this it 
was for the purpose of trying to get into her pants. 
She lay her head back on his shoulder and felt a tingle 
shoot through her nipples - a nice sort of tingle.

But she was almost due, and the stimulation of his 
fingers on her nipples caused her milk to come in even 
before she gave birth. The sting of it scared her at 
first, and then the stain on her shirt frightened her 
even more. 

She struggled up and took off her shirt and then the 
heavy bra she had worn to support those full womanly 
breasts. She and Bobby stared, afraid of seeing blood, 
but what was welling out of her turgid nipples was 
creamy and they both recognized it as milk. She stuck a 
finger to a teat and then tasted. It was much sweeter 
than she'd thought it would be. She turned to Bobby, 
whose eyes were wide at seeing his sister naked from 
the waist up, with her huge protruding stomach and 
breasts so full of milk they leaked!

He was normal. He saw a beautiful woman in the midst of 
motherhood. To him, she looked sexy. "You're 
beautiful!" he said, his voice hushed.

"I'm FAT you moron!" she said in mock gruffness.

"No you're not" he insisted. "You're beautiful. You're 
so beautiful it makes my stomach hurt!" he said, 
bending over. Actually, his stomach didn't hurt at all. 
But his cock had decided that his sister was VERY 
beautiful and had stood up at attention to announce 
that. Bending over helped conceal his traitorous cock. 
He waddled to get her a towel, and when he got back she 
held out a finger dripping with her milk.

"Taste" she said. "It tastes good!" Hesitantly he 
licked her finger, and the sweet milk spread all over 
his tongue. It WAS good.

"Wow!" he said. "That's yummy. No wonder babies cry so 
loud to be fed."

She grinned at him, completely unashamed about her semi 
nudity. They were so close that to her, it just seemed 
natural too.

Now he had to be careful. If he played with her breasts 
at all she began leaking milk and it made a mess. But 
that only lasted two days. Her time came and he drove 
her to the hospital in their brother's old rusty pickup 
truck. Their classes had been at the Hospital, so 
everyone there knew them. 

Bobby's tender age was no problem, since there were no 
adults to be with this poor girl as she gave birth. And 
the doctor and nurses noted how his coaching helped her 
get through the contractions. The doctor was so 
impressed with the young man's attitude that he invited 
him into the delivery room.

And so it was, that the first time Bobby saw his 
sister's pussy, there was a baby's head forcing it's 
way out of it. It didn't look like any pussy he'd ever 
thought he'd see. Then, like magic, after hours and 
hours of pain and suffering, there was one last push 
and the baby was out. He was a boy and he was 
beautiful.

When they took the baby home, Bobby continued playing 
the part of the father, or husband. He loved to watch 
her feed the baby, and each time he remembered the 
wonderful taste of her milk. It always made his penis 
stiff to watch her. When she was exhausted from taking 
care of the active little thing, he took over, walking 
up and down the floor, telling the baby stories or 
singing him songs.

They still slept together, still cuddled in the bed, 
but she had to get up to feed the baby her breast. He 
could change little Mark, and entertain little Mark, 
but he couldn't feed little Mark.

In the middle of one night, Mark was hungry and howled. 
He ate, but only from one breast, and then he fell 
promptly asleep. Molly knew that if she woke him up 
he'd be irritable and then stay awake for an hour, and 
she was tired. But her other breast was full of milk 
and it hurt if she didn't empty it. She glanced at 
Bobby, who lay there watching her. "He only took one 
breast," she complained.

Bobby made a joke. "I'll take the other one."

Which is where we started this story. Molly was in 
trouble. She was tired. Her breast ached because it was 
full. She wanted to go back to sleep. If he DID suckle 
at her breast she could do just that. 

"OK," she said simply.

His mouth was open in shock as she went back to their 
bed. She dropped her top on the floor and climbed onto 
the bed, lying down so that the full breast was in 
front of his face. She shoved the thick, hard nipple in 
his open mouth and said. "Please eat quietly. I'm going 
back to sleep."

Bobby thought she was joking with him, but the nipple 
was right there. Ever so gently he closed his lips 
around it and gave a soft suck. Rich sweet milk burst 
into his mouth and he swallowed it gladly. His sister 
stroked his hair, humming happily at the relief he 
provided. It only took a few minutes and they both went 
back to sleep, her naked chest pressed to his. His 
erection poked through his PJs and into her crotch, but 
it wasn't uncomfortable for either of them. They 
ignored it.

The next night she gave Mark one breast, and Bobby the 
other. She had plenty of milk for both. She also 
stopped wearing anything to bed. It was quicker and 
easier if she were just naked. As she got ready for bed 
Bobby could see her pussy again. This time there was no 
baby stretching it horribly. This time it looked like a 
pair of lips, fleshy and thick, waiting to be kissed. 
When she came to bed his erection pushed between those 
pussy lips. "Sorry" he said, not pulling back.

"It's OK," she said and smiled. It felt good, and her 
pussy got wet enough to darken the cloth that covered 
the tip of his cock. The next morning she woke up 
first, and his cock was still pressed into her pussy. 
Now it felt REALLY good, and she pressed herself 
against him, slowly masturbating herself on his stiff 
member. He opened his eyes. "What?" he said, not awake 
yet.

"Shhhh," she said and offered him her breast, even 
though the baby hadn't fed yet that morning. He 
automatically suckled at it. sending even more thrills 
to her pussy. Her orgasm took her by surprise. She'd 
never had one without touching herself, and she liked 
it a lot more when she didn't have to touch herself. 
When it was over she sat up. Bobby rolled to his back, 
going back to sleep like he always did when she fed 
him. His cock was still hard and stiff, and where it 
pressed into the cloth of his PJs it was damp with her 
juices. She looked at it and licked her lips.

That night when they got ready for bed she said, "I 
like feeling your skin on my skin. Do you have to wear 
those?" She pointed at the PJ bottoms he was wearing.

"I thought you'd throw something at me if I tried to 
get into bed naked," he said, truthfully.

"Well I won't," she said, as if that was enough. He 
pulled them off and climbed into bed with her.

She cuddled up to him. "Take a little of the pressure 
off of this one" she said, offering him a breast. He 
gladly took it and, as she knew he would be, he was 
stiff as a board when he got done. She cuddled then, 
getting his cock tip next to her pussy. She wiggled... 
and moved... and talked to him... and wiggled some 
more.

Inside ten minutes his stiff brotherly penis was about 
half inserted into her slick sisterly pussy.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I'm cuddling with you," she said, humping him and 
making his prick slide in and out of her.

"I think they call this something else," he groaned. 
He'd never done this, but he knew what it was called. 
Instinct caused him to push back. She approved.

"I don't care what they call it," she said. "I like 
it."

"Um... isn't this how you made Mark in the first 
place?" he gasped.

"When Mark was made... it wasn't ANYTHING like this," 
she said, loving the feel of his prick sliding in her. 
She pulled him on top of her and spread her legs.

"I don't want to get you pregnant again," he groaned as 
he felt his balls begin the process of sending his 
sperm to his penis.

"I'm nursing Mark, and that means I'm not fertile," she 
panted, thrusting her hips up at him. "Please don't 
stop Bobby. I'm going to have an orgasm any second 
now."

She was right, and he even knew when she had it. It 
wasn't her voice, or the way she shook. It was the fact 
that both breasts began spurting milk. As he rutted in 
her he leaned down and lapped up her offering, sucking 
each nipple and adding excruciating pleasure to her 
cum. She babbled about how wonderful it was and how 
much she loved him. and when he said he was going to 
cum himself she hugged him to her, demanding that he 
stay deep inside her.
 
Then he gave her his man milk, white like hers, rich 
like hers, but thicker. he gave her fountains of sticky 
cum that she soaked up like water in the desert.

As they lay together, with him still in her, though he 
was soft now, they nuzzled and kissed and both knew 
this would happen again.
 
They were right. 

It happened fifteen minutes later. They made love until 
Mark woke up and demanded to be fed. Even though her 
breasts leaked like crazy every time she came, she 
still had plenty for her baby. His suckling made her 
horny, though, and as soon as he closed his eyes and 
she was able to put him back down she jumped back to 
the bed and spread herself for her brother. She laughed 
with glee as she felt his hot wet offering fountain 
into her.

For the next week they couldn't keep their hands off of 
each other. Every opportunity they got they caressed 
each other, sucked each other, fucked each other. All 
she had to do was get naked and spread her legs and he 
stumbled over his own pants in his attempt to mount her 
and pump his seed into her.

Then it leveled off, and they were able to act normally 
during the day. The nights were spent making sweet hot 
love and she grew to want his cock in her with 
something like an addict's need.

School ended for them both. With each other's support 
they were able to graduate early and with honors. 
Scholarships were offered, to her in Biology and to him 
in Engineering. The university had subsidized housing 
for single mothers.
 
Bobby found a part time job helping an old man run his 
gas station, which had a back room that was listed as 
Bobby's address on all official documents. No one 
really minded that her brother stayed in her apartment 
most nights. Little Mark celebrated his first birthday 
amid tears and laughter and happiness. Their family 
didn't even know where they were for sure.

Mark began taking less and less breast milk and more 
and more solid food. Molly's breasts dried up slowly... 
very slowly... because they were still being called on 
by Bobby. But finally he too realized she needed a 
break from leaky breasts and, though it almost killed 
him, he let her stop lactating. The last time he tasted 
her milk was when she came on his hard cock one night 
and leaked just a little, which he lapped up as she 
covered her nipples to keep him from sucking them.

Bobby did without mother's milk. 

But Molly was still addicted to brother's milk.

Nightly they relaxed in each other's arms as her pussy 
overflowed with his thick white cream.

Neither of them remembered that her protection was gone 
with her milk.

Molly was the first to remember, after several months 
had gone by and her periods had hot resumed. It was 
while she was lying in bed with Bobby, who had just 
pumped her full of his seed again, that she thought of 
the possibility that she wasn't having periods because 
she was... But she couldn't be! With Markie she had had 
terrible morning sickness. She felt just fine now. The 
warm wet wonderful feeling of his sperm soaking in her 
womb intruded on her consciousness. Could it be?

She bought the test kit the next day and did it that 
afternoon. Bobby wasn't due in from work until late, so 
she had plenty of time to do it right.

Bobby let himself in, taking care not to wake up Mark. 
He slept well now, but if he woke up he liked to stay 
up. Molly suddenly appeared in the doorway of the 
bedroom. She was wearing something new. It was white 
and lacy. The jacket covered her upper body, but you 
could see right through it. Her breasts had shrunk back 
down to a nice manageable size and they didn't sag a 
bit. 

Her nipples had stayed big and fat, and he was finally 
able to nibble and suck them again. He could see these 
tempting treats through the gauzy material. Her panties 
were tiny, with little bows on the sides and a double 
line running down from the waistline to her pussy. She 
moved her legs apart and he saw the two strips of cloth 
separate. The panties were crotchless! His cock bloomed 
and he stared. "You're gorgeous" he breathed.

"You've been bad" she said, her voice low... sexy."

"Me? No! What did I do?" he said, taking his jacket 
off. She came up to him and began unbuttoning his 
shirt. Then she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his 
pants. Her movements were urgent.

"Yes..." she panted as she worked. "You've been... 
very... bad." she pulled him to the couch. She couldn't 
wait - wouldn't wait - until they got to the bedroom. 
She collapsed back and spread her legs. He needed no 
encouragement and fell on her, sliding into her 
effortlessly as they both groaned with initial release. 
He fucked her hard and fast until she pushed at his 
chest and panted "Gently... I have to punish you Bobby" 
her hips thrust up at her lover. "I get to cum twice 
before you get to cum. THAT's your punishment for being 
so bad."

Bobby knew her body well by how. He could play her like 
Billy Joel plays the piano. He pushed in and mashed her 
clitty, staying deep and rotating his pelvis in 
circles. She flopped as she came on his deeply embedded 
cock. "That's one" she gasped, her nips moving rapidly 
to fuck back at him as he began to stroke her.

"Come on Molly," he said, prodding her with all his 
expertise. "What did I do?"

"A little more" she gasped, as she hunched up, her 
pussy gobbling his cock and milking it. "Just a little 
more... yes" she began to moan as her second cum washed 
over her. In the middle of it she gasped "I... only 
asked... you... to... fuck me... not.... make Markie... 
a little sister. I'm pregnant again."

His eyes opened wide as she grinned up at him. How soon 
before he could coax sweet white milk from those 
precious breasts again? 

Just the thought of it brought gouts of sperm splashing 
into her pussy.

END

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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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