Baby Weight For Me – by Blackstroker

She hugged me tightly again, still seemingly unaware of my hardness. Damn! Was this girl so long without cock that she no longer recognized a hard on even if it was pressing against her. Or maybe she just didn’t want to embarrass me. Or maybe she was feeling it and liking it. I wondered.

“I’m going to the shop to get me some ice cream, and some for you too. And I don’t want to hear any of that don’t eat ice cream anymore crap. Today you my lady are going to eat ice cream and love it. From today you are going to start enjoying life again.”

“Okay my lord, whatever you say”

As I stepped back from her I noticed her lower her eyes to my crotch and quickly looked away blushingly. My cock was still very hard. I didn’t try to hide it. I wanted her to see it. In just a few minutes the way I saw my sister and felt about her had changed tremendously. I knew now that I wanted to fuck her badly, and was going to try to make it possible. I could only hope she wanted it too. If not then I was going to use all the tricks I knew to make her want it as much as I did.

I went to my room to get some money. When I was going out the house to get the ice cream she was standing in the kitchen folding some towels. Before I went out the door I gave her a quick firm pat on her ass and a couple of lingering squeezes that startled her into dropping the towels.

“Look at all this nice thick sweet booty you have and you don’t appreciate it. You don’t know how lucky you are.”

I skipped out of the house before she could catch herself. I looked back and saw her smiling. I knew enough about women to know that they are most vulnerable and open to suggestion when they were in an emotional state. Get a woman worked up, get her talking about herself or get her laughing, and the job of bedding her becomes much easier. I wanted to get my sister to be willing to give me some pussy. What better time to insert the idea into her head than now in the emotional state that she was in.

When I got back she was sitting on a sofa breast feeding little Yonnette. The baby was now thirteen months old and loved nothing more than suckling at her mommy’s breasts. I noticed immediately that her breast was fully exposed. That was not a frequent sight; most of the time when breastfeeding her baby she would have her breast covered with a small hand towel or rag.

I was always happy the few times that I caught her off guard and got a peek at her luscious milky swollen breasts. I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity, so I went straight over to her and bent over pretending to be really interested in talking to my little niece. At the sound of my voice the sweet little girl pulled away from the breast and flashed me a smile. I couldn’t help staring a little at the long swollen brown nipple. What I wouldn’t have done to be able right then and there to get that little piece of flesh in my hungry mouth.

“Little Yonnette sure loves her mommy’s milk. It must taste real nice. You know what; I got your favorite ice cream, chocolate. I remember how you used to like that. Let me go get a couple of spoons”

“Thank you.” She said and as I was walking away added: “you can put mine in the fridge I’ll eat it later.” I didn’t respond

I returned to the sofa with the two containers of ice cream and two spoons, and sat down next to her.

“You brought back mine, Mikey; I guess you didn’t hear me, I told you to put it in the fridge until later”

“I heard you alright, but I’m not falling for your tricks, I know you too well big sister.”

“It’s no trick, I will eat it, but not now while I’m feeding baby. Look at my hands, how will I manage it”

“No problem.” I said.

I got up and took one of the spoons and the ice cream and put it on the little center table. I came back and plopped down next to her on the sofa and opened the other container. I shifted closer to her, feeling my thighs brace against hers. I scooped out some ice cream and put it close to her lips.

“Open up my princess”

“You don’t give up, do you?” she laughed, and opened her sweet mouth, allowing me to feed her the ice cream.

“Nope, I don’t give up, I’ve got a job to do on you and I’m going to do it and do it good” she laughed and I saw a twinkle in her big brown eyes that I hadn’t seen for quite some time.

“Ok my prince, so I guess I’ll just have to sit back and enjoy it then.”

I fed her spoon after spoon, enjoying the look of her lips and the quick glances at her breasts. They were so beautiful.

“Hey take your time. You’ll make me choke, I can’t eat that fast. And you are not eating any.

“Mine is over there”

“You can eat some of this. I refuse to eat anymore if you don’t eat too, one spoon for you and one for me.” She stuck out her chin.

And so we began eating, alternating spoons of ice cream until it was all gone and then we started on the next one. I wanted badly to kiss those sweet lips, but I restrained myself. Got to play this right, can’t move too fast and get her spooked. Had to bide my time while she got comfortable with the closeness and maybe play around with the possibility in her head. She changed breasts and I saw a spot of milk on the nipple of the fresh breast.

“Delicious”

“Truly” she said.

“I’m not talking about the ice cream”

“What then?”

“The milk…and that”

“And what?”

I pointed to her breast, smiling. She threw back her head and laughed, then pushed me playfully.

“Go on, you really are a perv you know, I’m beginning to believe what you told me earlier. I think I’ll have to watch how I am around you from now on. I’d better cover up this breast for my own good.”

She reached for a rag and started covering her breast. My heart sank. But then she put the rag down on her lap.

“Only kidding, you’re my brother, I have nothing to be afraid of.” She leant over and pecked me on the cheek. The baby laughed.

“Now continue feeding me that nice ice cream my brother.”

“At your service, maybe one of these days you’ll feed me some of that nice milk my sister.”

“You never know” she said, without looking at me.

She was wearing a short shift-like light blue dress that was buttoned down the front. It had ridden considerably up her lush thighs, and because I was wearing shorts, all this time our bare thighs were touching. I could feel the slight sweat formed between them. My cock had been at full mast from the moment I sat down next to her. The bulge was evident.

From time to time I’d seen her make quick little side glances, and I wondered if it was my hard on she was peeking at. She had the last spoon of ice cream and I told her that I was going to the kitchen to put the containers into the garbage bin. I got up, making sure that I turned just enough to let her see the bulging front of my shorts.

It was eye level with her face just inches away and I saw her give it more than a glance as she breathed hard and licked her lips before looking away. Neither one of us said a thing as we both looked in opposite directions. Just then we heard a car pull into the driveway. Either mom or dad had come home. Linda quickly snatched up the rag and carefully covered her breast. Only then did she look at me with a little smile on her face as I turned away, pulling the T shirt down over the front of my shorts.

That eventful day was Friday, which meant that our parents were home from work for the weekend. That was just fine with me, because even if it wasn’t weekend I would have let things cool for two or three days to give her time to think. I didn’t want to go too fast and make things clumsy. During the weekend we talked to each other and interacted as normal when our parents were around. If it were just the two of us alone in a room we exchanged an occasional knowing smile and look without saying anything about Friday’s incidents. I could tell she was warming up.

During the next week I raised things up a notch by complimenting her quite frequently, even more than I had been doing all those months prior to our confrontation. I touched and hugged her slightly every opportunity I got whenever I was home from classes or work, giving her little pecks on the cheeks every now and then.

I never let my hugs or touches suggest anything more than brotherly love. I noticed that she only slipped up a couple of times and made mention of her weight. And on both occasions she looked at me apologetically, to which I responded by taking her in my arms and embracing her softly. She no longer covered her breasts while feeding baby when I was around, and I delighted at the soft appealing look of those lovely breasts. Those long nipples were so fascinating.

By the second week I had started patting her on the ass or squeezing the cheeks gently every once in a while when I passed by her, throwing in some complimentary remark. To this she would respond by pretending to be cross or hitting at me playfully, sometimes calling me pervert. I would also come up behind her and hug her around the waist, pulling her close so she could feel my erection, though she still pretended not to notice it.

One morning while I was preparing to leave for work she came out wearing very short spandex shorts and a thin stretch tank top that could barely contain her proud full breasts, and only covered half of her belly. The spandex hugged the fleshy mound between her thighs so tight that there was more than a hint of camel toe. I looked at her breasts innocently and calmly asked:

“When those breasts are so filled with milk like that they look so delicate, do they hurt when they are touched?”

“Not really.” she said.

“Do they feel soft or hard?” and before she could respond I stuck out an index finger over her bosom and said: “can I touch and see how it feels?”

“No problem”

But instead of poking the breast with the outstretched index finger, I opened my palms and took hold of both of those beautiful globes and gently massaged them.

“You little scamp, using tricks to cop a feel from off your sister. You better make the best of it this time, cause youre not gonna catch me off guard again.”

And I did just that, massaging them gently but deeply until I saw huge wet spots appear around her prominent nipples. I squeezed each nipple lightly causing her to gasp softly. I could see the longing in her eyes, but there was also some measure of confusion, as if she wasn’t exactly sure if this was the right thing to be doing. It was all I could do to keep from sinking my face on to those two spongy treasures. She gently removed my hands.