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After giving birth to her firstborn, Johnny found it was nearly impossible to get alone time with Sue anymore. The woman was stretched thin with Franklin, sleeping as her little brother would volunteer to watch his nephew. The lack of attention was definitely weighing on Johnny, as his sister had accidentally babied the boy while raising him.

Finally catching Sue on a break from the newborn, Johnny was quick to join her, curled up in bed with her; as if he were a kid all over again. Lying in her lap, the warm blond hugged his sister’s waist, careful to not bump her swollen breasts; still getting used to her bigger chest that came with the pregnancy. A smile curled her lips as Sue pet his hair, caving into the babying; after all, for years all he knew was Sue. She still treated him as her baby brother, and that kind of pampering was hard to go without, especially now so with the addition of the newborn.

Enjoying several minutes of the quiet, warm embrace, the woman finally spoke up. “I love you Johnny, but you have to get up.” Fingers buried in his hair, she continued, “when the baby is napping I pump, you know that.” Lifting her hand up, that was Johnny’s signal to leave. “You know Franklin doesn’t nap for long.”

“What’s so wrong about doing it with me here? I mean-” trying to convince her to let him stay, his cheek rested on her thigh, “I’ll keep you warm; might even take a nap. No harm there, yeah?” Just desperate to be by her side, Johnny was stubbornly wrapped around her waist. Glancing up, the brother was met with an awkward under view of her breasts, immediately making the man’s eyes wander elsewhere.

Sighing, Sue tried to stay patient with her baby brother. While she loved his company and her own personal heater, she felt pumping in front of him might have been a step too far. “Johnny, come on. I’m sore. Let me pump…and we’ll have plenty of time to spend together after.” Still gentle with her words and actions, the older sister carefully pulled Johnny off her waist, gently holding his face. “Please. Just go wait in the living room for a few minutes. I promise I’ll come get you when I’m done.”

Being pried from her waist, the little brother’s heart sank; more so as Sue gently held his face, forcing eye contact. Frowning with furrowed brows, he truly didn’t want to leave his sister’s side, not even for a ‘few minutes.’ “I promise I won’t disturb you, please just let me stay.” Desperate, a part of him wanted to stay for his sister’s company, yet another taboo part was…intrigued? No. That was wrong to feel — and even worse to admit — so Johnny simply didn’t acknowledge that hidden desire.

However, in an attempt to plead his case, the man spoke on impulse, “I could just lay here…I could nap…I could help.” Furrowing his brows at his last words, the blond wasn’t even quite sure what he himself meant by that, “or…something. I don’t know, just let me sit in here.” Trying to save face, Johnny tried to pave over his last misspoken comment. Though, Sue’s brows were already raised curiously.

At first, Sue listened to the boy’s pleads, however, with Johnny’s rather strange comment, the sister’s interest was definitely peaked. While it was a whiplash comment, the blonde almost enjoyed what that might imply… Before even mentioning she needed to pump, the woman noticed how her brother’s eyes lingered around her chest, originally assuming it was due to the obvious growth — his eyes naturally landing to the change — she had second thoughts now… “Fine, you can stay,” shifting, the woman reached for the pump on her side table, looking down to Johnny, “but you’re following through on your comment.”

The brother was particularly proud to have pled his case successfully, yet another part of him was anxious; his stomach flipping as Sue further spoke. “…which was?” Furrowing his brows, Johnny repeated the more favorable comments, “lying here, sitting here, or napping?” Watching his sister grab her pump, the younger blond’s heart rate picked up.

“The fourth option. You said you would ‘help.’ What does your ‘help’ intel?” Clearly poking teasing prods at her brother, Sue’s blue eyes seemed almost sadistic with her teasing.

Like a deer in headlights, Johnny froze, he truly didn’t have an answer for that question — at least not a favorable answer. “Uh, I don’t know…” Shrugging, the blond’s eyes nervously bounced around the room, “I just misspoke when I was trying to make you say I could stay, I would rather just lay here.” Being stopped by Sue as he began to lay back down, the sister shook her head.

“Johnny, don’t lie to me. I think you forget I raised you; I know there was something behind what you said.” Lifting the front of her shirt to reveal her swollen breasts, she gently held Johnny’s face, not allowing her brother look away. “I can tell when you want something by your eyes alone. You know I love you, next time, just ask for what you want.” Letting go of her little brother’s face, the woman was pleased as he didn’t look away, “I’ll only have to pump for half as long with your help.”

Being stopped and embarrassed, Johnny’s heart raced, dizzy as Sue spoke; taking it a hundred steps forward as she revealed herself to him. With a flushed face — his blood running red hot — the little brother was stunned, at a loss for words as the blonde crossed a line you definitely shouldn’t even be anywhere near with your sibling.

Though, without a chance to even answer for himself, Johnny was suddenly — yet gently — pulled into Sue’s chest, his cheek pressed into his big sister’s breasts. “You can relax around me, baby brother. I all but raised you, breastfeeding is normal.” Smiling, the woman softly guided her grown brother to her swollen breast, expecting him to latch, “Franklin will still have plenty.” Cradling Johnny as he laid across her lap like a child, Sue was delighted when her little brother finally broke, eagerly latching onto her chest like a starved puppy.

While Sue gently ran a hand through his blond hair, Johnny’s brows furrowed, curling up in her lap, closing his eyes as he awkwardly latched onto his sister’s bigger breast. Immediately getting a small, soft burst of milk along his tongue, Johnny melted into Sue’s lap, the taste sweet and comforting. Reaching up, he instinctively held onto Sue’s breast, gently kneading the soft, squishy skin like a kitten.

Smiling, Sue couldn’t even deny her flushed face as it gradually reddened, shuddering softly as Johnny seemed to immediately fall into place. While her little brother indulged in her milk production, the blonde started the pump on her other breast, trying to evenly distribute the milk supply. Holding the pump with one hand, Sue gently caressed Johnny’s cheek with the other. Smiling as she felt his mouth rhythmically suction around her nipple, eagerly swallowing down her breast milk; seemingly enjoying it quite a bit as well.

Almost lost in a trance-like state as Johnny happily indulged in this opportunity, he truly felt like Sue’s baby. He had always been called ‘her baby,’ though now? That statement felt true. Melting into her lap, firmly latched onto her chest, the little brother’s heart rate comfortably slowed as his sister continued to run a gentle hand through his blond hair.

Gently ‘rocking’ Johnny’s body with her bouncing legs, Sue was truly committed to treating him like a baby. She remembered when her brother was just a baby, and when their mother would breastfeed him. It always seemed therapeutic and loving; that’s the moment Sue felt she truly became maternal. The moment  a switch flipped in her head, wanting to breastfeed her future children. Wanting to breastfeed Johnny. It had been several years since then, yet she was finally living out her childhood dream. Taking care of her little brother, still looking out for him. Part of her wondered if their mother would be proud…despite the glaring taboo nature of the act…

Cradling her baby brother, Sue was definitely guilty of unevenly balancing her milk supply this time; letting Johnny nurse for far too long on one of her breasts, not pumping the other enough to match. Who thought she would still be babying her brother this much? Letting him sleep cuddled up to her side after breastfeeding him… It truthfully left a maternal, fuzzy feeling behind, just like when Franklin nursed. No matter how big he got, or how many birthdays passed, Johnny was still her little brother; and Sue loved her overgrown baby.