It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Oscar was kicking back on his sofa, controller in hand, navigating his character through a virtual battlefield. The gunfire and explosions echoed through the room, drowning out the sounds of the world outside.
He was just about to level up when a sharp knock on the door interrupted his flow. With a sigh, he hit pause, put the controller down, and headed to the door.
When he opened it, his jaw dropped in surprise. Standing on his doorstep was Vivian, his sister’s best friend, looking stunning as ever.
Oscar stood in the doorway, his eyes flicking from Vivian to the empty space behind her, as if expecting to see his sister, Jessica, there. “Hey, Viv,” he said with a smile, stepping aside to let her in. “What brings you here?”
Vivian’s smile was warm and friendly as she stepped past him, her scent trailing after her. “Hey, Oscar. Jess asked me to come grab something from you.”
He closed the door, turning the lock with a click, and followed Vivian into the living room. “What is it?”
She tried to describe the object, but she struggled to find the right words. “It’s kind of like a pen, but you smoke through it? You can put different flavors of…liquid? Inside and then you suck on the end and blow out smoke.”
Oscar’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! You mean a vape pen! Why didn’t you just say that?” He laughed, heading towards a small drawer beside the TV. “Jess left one here when she stayed over last month. She must be going through withdrawals.”
Vivian’s face contorted into a grimace. “I wish she’d just quit. The things she does for a nicotine fix,” she said, shaking her head.
Oscar nodded in agreement. “Yeah, me too. But it’s not like we can force her to stop.” His eyes traveled downward, almost of their own accord, and he noticed the wetness on Vivian’s shirt. “Hey, Viv? Why’s your shirt wet?”
Vivian’s hands flew to her chest, covering the damp spot on her shirt as she gasped. “I-I need to go to the bathroom. Now,” she said, her voice urgent as she dashed towards the door.
Oscar watched her go, a crease between his brows. “Viv, wait!” he called out, chasing after her. “Let me help you!”
He followed her into the bathroom, his eyes widening when he saw her frantically pulling off her wet shirt. Her bra was soaked, and he could see two dark circles on the fabric, ringed with wetness.
“Shit,” Vivian cursed under her breath, fumbling with her bra clasp as milk leaked from her nipples, staining the fabric a creamy white.
Oscar stood there, frozen in place as he watched the wetness spread across her stomach. His gaze traveled up, locking with Vivian’s, and he could see the embarrassment and panic on her face.
“Oscar, please,” Vivian pleaded, her voice wavering with emotion. “Don’t look. Please don’t look.”
Oscar turned away quickly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Viv,” he apologized, his voice rough with guilt. “I didn’t mean to…”
Vivian sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping in resignation. “It’s okay, Oscar. It’s not your fault.” She paused, her eyes darting away before she spoke again, her voice low and hesitant. “Look, I…I produce milk. Not because I have a baby, but for another reason.”
Oscar’s brows furrowed, his eyes widening in surprise. “What?”
Vivian took a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking. “It’s called adult lactation. I can’t…I can’t explain it right now. But the thing is, I forgot to pump this morning, and that’s why it leaked.”
Oscar stood there, stunned. “Wow, Viv,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
Vivian bit her lip, considering her options. “I need to express the milk, or it’s going to keep leaking,” she explained, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Oscar could see the distress on Vivian’s face, her discomfort growing as the milk continued to leak from her nipples.
He cleared his throat, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, his voice soft and kind.
Vivian hesitated, her gaze flickering from the milk on her chest to his face. “There…there is one thing,” she said, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. “But I don’t know if…if you’d be okay with it.”
“What is it?” Oscar asked, his eyes wide with curiosity and concern. “Viv, you know you can trust me, right?”
Vivian nodded, her eyes darting away again as she considered her words carefully. “I was wondering…if you could…if you could suck the milk out,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like, with your mouth.”
Oscar’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind whirling with the implications of her request.
His gaze lingered on Vivian, her breasts heavy with milk and her eyes pleading for his help. He was aware of the unspoken rule between siblings, the taboo of dating their friends. But there was also the undeniable attraction he felt towards her, feelings that had been building for months.
He swallowed hard, his resolve wavering as he considered the possibilities. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and serious.
“If you’re sure, Vivian, I’ll do it. I want to help you.”
Vivian’s face showed with apprehension as she took her wet clothes to the living room, Oscar following close behind. She sat down on the sofa, patting her lap, and he obediently lay down, his back resting against her thighs.
Vivian wrapped her arms around him, cradling his head as he looked up at her. “If you feel any discomfort, I need you to tap my arm three times,” she said softly.
Oscar nodded, his gaze fixed on her face.
Vivian’s breath quickened as she brought her breast to Oscar’s mouth, her heart racing as he opened his lips to accept her nipple. He sucked, and she let out a low moan as a warm tingle spread through her breast.
Oscar’s eyes closed as he tasted the sweet, creamy milk, a wave of unexpected arousal coursing through his body as he suckled at Vivian’s breast. Her fingers ran through his hair, caressing the back of his neck as she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
Vivian watched Oscar’s cheeks hollow with each rhythmic pull, his tongue lapping at the milk that flowed freely from her breast. She could feel herself growing wet between her thighs as he suckled, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down her spine.
He suckled harder, his lips forming a tight seal around her nipple, and Vivian’s moans grew louder.
Oscar whimpered, the flow of milk from Vivian’s breast slowing to a trickle. Vivian’s eyes fluttered open, and she saw his desperate desire for more.
She shifted him in her lap, offering her other breast. He latched onto her nipple with a hungry moan, his tongue lapping eagerly at the stream of milk that flowed from her.
Vivian’s breath caught in her throat as the sensation of his mouth on her breast intensified.
As Oscar suckled greedily at her breast, Vivian’s hips began to move in a slow, sensuous rhythm. She ground herself against the cushions of the couch, savoring the friction as her moans mingled with Oscar’s.
The sensation of her wetness against the fabric was intoxicating, sending shockwaves through her body. Oscar’s hands began to roam, exploring the curves of her hips and the swell of her buttocks, and Vivian moaned in ecstasy.
Vivian’s breath quickened as she watched Oscar’s head bobbing against her chest, his hands roaming and exploring her body. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice filled with lust and affection. “You like that? You like sucking my breasts?”
Oscar hummed his agreement, nodding as he suckled hungrily at her nipple. Vivian could feel his pleasure radiating through his body, and she smiled, running her fingers through his hair.
As the stream of milk began to slow, Oscar’s sucking softened.
He let her nipple slip from his mouth, a soft pop filling the air as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting Vivian’s with a gaze full of need.
Vivian’s cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of his swollen cock, straining against the fabric of his shorts. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and husky. “You’re so good to me.”
Oscar shifted in her lap, his eyes still locked with hers. “It’s no problem,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “I’m glad I could help.”