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Ghosts aren't real, 

and those three words haunted Romani every single night.

But this was the ordeal taken straight from a fortune wheel,

giving Romani Ranch a lifetime of upsetting blight!

In the middle of the night, Romani Ranch was quiet. The silence caused Romani to shiver with fear. Quiet, cold, which were two bad things that caused terrible thoughts to crop up in Romani's head. Eyes grew wide, observing darkness in the bedroom. She swallowed a lump in her throat, heart rate sped up its pace. Lights flashed through the window, to which Romani addressed as them. Raising her torso from the mattress of the bed, Romani glanced over her shoulder, seeing her big sister fast asleep beside her. A low, long huff withdrew from Romani's lips. 

"Cremia," voiced Romani, as her body turned on the white sheet of the mattress, facing Cremia now. "Please wake up, big sis..."

"What's the matter, Romani?" Cremia grumbled, keeping the duvet over her body and shoulders. 

"Romani had a nightmare..."

"Ghosts aren't real."

"Romani...uh...okay," she simply answered, pulling a small shrug of the shoulders. Romani laid back down, turning over onto her side and now having her back facing Cremia. 

"Was your nightmare really about ghosts?" Cremia opened her eyes, arching a curious crimson brow. 

The unfortunate, sad thing was that the shining lights that screamed through the window had now vanished the minute Cremia woke up. That meant they had already finished their duty for this night.

"Well, yeah. It was about them again...the same ghosts Romani sees everyday at two in the morning. It's kinda funny, because Romani always sees them most when weird things happen. But...it's not like Cremia will believe me anyway. It's probably just Romani's mind playing tricks on her," sniffled Romani while she cuddled up to her duvet, tears in her eyes now.

In the role of Cremia, she turned around onto her other side, now having her front facing Romani's back. Slender arms swathed around Romani's lithe torso, while Cremia held the smaller girl close. A small, quick kiss was planted onto Romani's first temple. 

"I'm here now," she answered, giving her little sister's nightmare a chance. "They won't hurt you because they'll have to get through me in order to do that, okay?"

"Cremia isn't scared?"

Cremia simply shook her head, "I'm not scared. I never will be scared of ghosts," she lied.

"Then Cremia is Romani's hero."

Squeezing her little sister tightly, Cremia snickered. 

The two sisters usually had individual beds, but due to Romani's series of nightmares these past two days, Cremia had to look after her little sister. Her best answer was to keep her sister company by sleeping with her in the same bed on the third night. Situated on the nightstand in between their single beds stood a pretty ballerina lamp, and Ramani would always stare at the vivid pink glow during her insomniac nights. But on this night, the lamp wasn't turned on.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Romani?" Cremia checked, while her index fingertip gently traced along the girl's long pointy ear. She gathered long crimson hair in the process, brushing those long, wandering locks behind Romani's ear.

"Is Cremia offering?"

"Let's see," she pondered out loud whilst her fingers continued to idly tease her sister's ear "I can offer you cuddles, kisses, maybe even milk," she mentioned, and then exhaled a quivering, low sigh "I guess I couldn't offer the latter...since all of our cow's are gone...been taken."

"Did they take them away?"

"I think they did."

"I see..." Romani frowned, looking down at her own hands gripping the duvet,

"But perhaps I could offer you another type of milk?" Cremia hinted, tongue-in-cheek.

Widening her eyes in shock, Romani turned her head just enough to see her older sister behind herself. Romani swallowed a lump in her throat. She might be little, but that never meant she didn't know what Cremia's milk offering was all about! 

"Milk from...Cremia?" Romani questioned shyly.

Cremia merely nodded. Withdrawing her arms from around Romani, Cremia started to slowly unbutton her blouse, minding her yellow neck scarf in the process. White blouse parted, and now her black bra was exposed. Cremia pulled a smirk. 

"Yes, mine!" she answered briefly "It's the night of the carnival, is it not? All kinds of strange things happen on carnival night!"

Leaning up on the bed like before, Romani turned to face her big sister another time. One small hand gently held a bosom, feeling the bra in the process, all while her cyan orbs just gazed at her sister's face. The darkness was still concealing many details of each other, as neither of them even bothered to switch on the table light yet. Well, that, and Romani feared the ghosts would find them in their bedroom if she switched on the lamp now. The ghosts were commonly milk raiders, but Romani believed there could be other things of their interest as well.

Cremia planted a kiss onto Romani's forehead, while her fingers gently brushed through those long crimson locks in the process. Her other hand focused on her chest, having a thumb slipping into a cup of the bra, and soon giving it a tug down. This exposed a full breast, the nipple already erect. Even though it was dark in their bedroom, Romani could see glimpses of Cremia's breast from the light of the moon. 

"Drink," commanded Cremia "I think this'll help you forget your worries, Romani. Milk has always helped your anxiety."

"Cremia is right!" Romani performed a single nod. 

Leaning inward, Romani latched onto the exposed nipple, and in the process, she took a good portion of the breast into her mouth as well. Romani's eyelids flicked shut, while her mind focused purely on the bud inside her warm mouth. While one hand held onto the breast, her other hand held onto her big sister's hand, entwining their fingers together in the act. Cremia watched Romani's silhouette, observing the eager girl while she suckled.

"Take as much as you need."

X

Ghosts aren't real, 

and those three words haunted Romani every single night.

It was more than enough for her to squeal!

What more could she do now that the cows had taken their flight?

Oh no...

Standing up from the bed, Romani walked down the stairs and ever so quietly opened the front door, opening it ajar and just enough for her to see what the hell was happening outside. There were no more lights this evening, no more goons to cast any blight onto this ranch. If Cremia actually believed Romani, then they would have saved their ranch from the ghosts together!

"...Grasshopper?" Romani voiced "Romani thought Grasshopper would come at 2 AM..." That, of course, was the nickname Romani gave Link. 

He wasn't sure, really. Mysterious creatures that came in the dead of night to kidnap cows? Link scratched the back of his head as he approached the ranch. Well, regardless of his own reservations, Romani had been pretty adamant that this was a real thing. And he did promise he'd help. Link made a point of always keeping his word. Walking up to Romani's home, he waved at the open door, seeing the cute redhead looking directly at him. It was very close to 2 AM now, so he readied his bow and looked outward, waiting for 'them'.

At the sight of green clothes, Romani pulled a small smile. Finally, he came - he actually believed her unlike her big sister! While Cremia was too busy snoring away, Romani crept outside and left the door slightly ajar so that she could go back inside when Link finished his visit. Romani drew closer to the blonde-haired male, having her hands folded demurely in front of herself. She was clad in a cream-coloured dress that extended to her ankles; she wore a bowser pendant on her neck scarf, along with a pair of muddy boots on her feet. Romani smelled like a barn, but she didn't care about that! 

"So, the Grasshopper finally came!" Romani snickered, her small smile widening into a large beam now. Her torso leaned forward, cerulean eyes looked up, as her long red hair swayed gently with the motion. "Romani hasn't seen them yet, but Romani assumes you scared them off?" she pondered out loud, tilting her head to one side with curiosity. 

"I must have scared them away; this is a pretty intimidating bow after all!" His lips curled into a smile as he showed off his bow proudly. 

"Mine too! But I...I think they stole my bow when they kidnapped the cows earlier today..."

"You really believe that?" Tatl questioned, as the yellow fairy just hid behind Link. 

Link rose a curious blonde brow. 

It was already several minutes past two in the morning. Link had kept a ready stance, just in case, but as the young farmgirl seemed more relaxed than nervous, so did he. 

"I did promise after all," he reminded. 

"I think she's lying," whispered Tatl, still concealing herself.

Turning to face her, his green tunic swished in the calm breeze. As he was a growing boy, the tunic he had for a while now was becoming a little short on him. That's not like anyone would notice. 

With no threat remaining, Link relaxed and took in a deep breath. "So, Red," he started, trying to give her a lame nickname right back "you think the cows are safe now?"

Romani merely shrugged her shoulders, and shook her head. "Romani can't hear the cows; Romani thinks they've been taken. The barn is next to Romani's house, too," she pointed an eager index finger towards the wooden shack situated to the east of them. Her head continued to shake, and a low, quivering huff escaped her mouth. 

Blue hues flicked their gaze towards the barn. Sure enough, there was no sound coming from there. Had Link really failed?

"...Taken?" Link repeated.

As a courageous boy, Link wasn't really the type to give his own opinions on the matter, since after all, any opinions given was Tatl's job and that was Link's fairy companion.

"Romani Ranch isn't safe anymore!" she alarmed, swallowing a lump in her throat. "But Grasshopper can comfort Romani - that would be nice," she added, smiling again. 

If Link had failed, comforting Romani in her loss would be the least he could do. 

It never helped Romani's case when a lone ghost-shaped balloon floated in the air behind them, giving the signal that Romani was quite the conspiracy theorist. Reaching out, Romani grabbed Link's hand with her own. 

"Cremia has amazing milk, so if the cows aren't here anymore, Cremia can provide instead! Would Grasshopper like to try some milk, too? Tonight is on the house since Grasshopper kept his promise to Romani." 

"I can see where this is going. I'll give you some privacy," stated Tatl, as the golden fairy immediately departed from Link and now floated beside the ghost balloon. 

The idea that Cremia could provide milk instead was therefore a good notion, even if it was a confusing one. "Cremia's milk?" he asked, puzzled, as he started following the redhead inside. "Has she given you a lot of milk?"

"Mhm!" Romani intoned, performing a nod of the head. "Romani gets a lot of milk from big sister because Cremia's milk soothes my worries," she declared, probably sounding like she fibbed her feelings for this. Like, really. "But-" Romani placed her index finger up to her lips "shhh about it! If they found out about Cremia's milk, then she'd get taken away and used as an experiment! Who's fault would that be? Romani's!" 

Pulling Link up the flight of steps, Romani was slow with her pace, worried that she might accidentally wake up Cremia with loud noise. And of course, the possibility of latching onto Cremia's breasts didn't even compare to loud noise. 

"Romani will teach you how to drink Cremia's milk. If Grasshopper takes longer than two minutes, then he's out."

Romani's words were confusing, as usual, but Link had to agree that Cremia getting kidnapped by 'them' would be very bad, so he kept quiet as instructed. Of course Romani would set him another challenge. Link wondered why she did this. Did she just enjoy games? Or was it specific to him?

"Does it taste much different from the cows' milk?" Link wondered as they approached the bedroom, slowly creeping up the rest of the stairs.

Cremia was fast asleep in Romani's bed, sleeping like a babe at this hour. Of course, Cremia never believed Romani about her tales of ghosts and aliens, so Cremia never took 'them' seriously, hence why she was fast asleep. Cremia had her front facing the two currently, eyes still closed. 

"Look!" Romani pointed at her sister, while her cyan orbs kept their gaze fixed on Link beside her. 

Approaching the sleeping woman, Romani rudely unbuttoned Cremia's white blouse, and tugged down the black bra in the process. Romani looked over her shoulder, watching Link, and soon enough, Romani swayed a hand towards herself. 

"Can't the Grasshopper see they're loaded with milk? Cremia has big boobs..." Romani mentioned in the cringiest way ever "Romani thinks Grasshopper should get the first taste...and Romani will time him." 

Drawing closer to his redheaded friend, Link observed the elder sister sleeping. She looked so peaceful, not a care in the world about 'them' or any other kind of danger. It made Link smile.

When Romani proceeded to undo Cremia's top, the boy found he couldn't keep his eyes off the scene. Blue eyes just stared. Cremia's 'boobs', as Romani called them, were certainly a beautiful sight. As Romani instructed him to take the first taste, he finally looked back into her cerulean orbs and nodded. 

"Okay, I...think I know what to do," answered Link.

Looking at the breasts again, he considered he'd need a different approach than with the cows he was used to milking; he didn't have a bottle handy, and she was lying on her back. Yes, the only way that made sense was to go for the direct approach. Link leaned in and laid his lips against the breast tissue around the nipple. Giving Romani a thumbs up to start timing him, and in seconds, he began to suck on the sleeping woman's nipple.

The first suckle caused Cremia to snore louder, letting out a loud snore shortly before her snoring pattern became quiet again. Much like a pig's snort. Her eyes were still closed, however, and Cremia had a tiny amount of drool trickling down her bottom lip. Being awake with Romani for half the evening knocked her out for sure! While one breast had already been latched on, her other breast was free and pressing onto the mattress, but the erect bud was visible fortunately. Discharge revealed on the crown of both nipples; a clear fluid that usually appeared before any milk would. 

"Hmm-" Romani intoned, as her cerulean orbs continued to watch Link suckle the teet like he knew what to do. 

Leaning forward, Romani wrapped her lips around the free nipple, beginning to suckle as well. Cremia's milk ducts were probably barricaded in cobwebs right now, so Romani knew she had to wake them up - but not her dear sister.

With Cremia lying on her side, Romani's head dipped in below Link, in front of his chest. In a weird way, having her so close felt nice, and even encouraged him to put in more of an effort.

The boy suckled harder, eager to taste the woman's milk, to see how right her younger sister was about the taste. Some liquid came from the breast already, but he knew it wasn't milk, so he sucked more fervently until, finally, he could taste her.

Quite honestly, Romani was quite the pervert, and that showed in a number of ways. 

Milk oozed from both nipples, coursing its way into their warm mouths. The milk was thick, creamy, and filled with plenty of fats. It was the healthy kind of milk, and Romani was right about Cremia providing milk instead. Her small hand rose, now having it squeezing onto the breast tissue of the nipple she was suckling on. Romani closed her eyelids, while her lips focused on the suckling. 

One minute passed, and the suckling show was still happening! Cremia's hand moved in her sleep, and idly, but unexpectedly, pulled off Link's pointy green hat. 

That was cute. 

The milk was delicious, easily the best he'd ever had. Link continued to suck eagerly, drinking thirstily from the nipple in his mouth. His hands idly found their way into Romani's pretty red hair, lightly rubbing her scalp through those soft locks. He moaned softly around the nipple in his mouth, catching a breath in between the suckles.

Parting from Cremia's nipple, Romani smiled devilishly. "Whoever wins in this sucking race gets to kiss Cremia's lips!" Romani declared, seconds before she hastily latched onto the same breast again, and this time, suckling loudly. 

Both breasts moved like udders being milked, coiling inward and then expanding out. Sweat drizzled her chest, making her bosoms look glossy. Milk oozed from both nipples like usual, but as the two continued to suckle madly, milk started to spurt from a few pores on the areolas. Cremia was around a C-cup, so her breasts were rather plump, natural-looking. She managed a moan in her sleep, and even her crimson eyebrows furrowed, so it was a sign she could feel the twinges in her nipples. 

When two minutes came around, Cremia awoke, and immediately blinked when she spotted both of them in front of herself. She raised both hands, rubbing her eyes for a minute. 

"Romani?" Cremia voiced out, not in the slightest bit amused. 

"Cremia is awake!" Romani alarmed, parting her lips from the nipple almost immediately. Her hand gripped onto Link's wrist. "Oh no! Romani's in trouble now..." 

"Is this your way of telling me there's ghosts, Romani? Are you possessed?" Cremia snapped, covering up both her breasts in the act. "We'll...talk about this in the morning...but for now, just go to sleep. It's too late to be fooling around." 

Link just swallowed his own spit nervously, while cyan orbs darted their gaze from Romani to Cremia. Luckily, there was no argument now, but that's probably because Cremia was too tired to create one. 

"Sleep, Romani. Say goodbye to your friend, too," she advised. 

"Okay. Romani will behave now."