Milk Made
Avery Sam
Milk Made
by Avery Sam
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Title of Contents
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Title of Contents
AI Use Disclosure
Galactagogue
A Win-Win Proposition
A Boob Man
Mommy Milkers
Fluid Ounce
Divine Elixir
Preposterous
Milk Money
Rubenesque
Ride This Pony
Manual Expression
The Magic Touch
Hormones Talking
By My Little Baby
A Sixty-Nine
Pure Bliss
Cuddle
Vivid
Confused
New Nectar
Jealous
Serious Glutes
Turbocharged
Falling for the Wrong Guy
Works of Art
The Chest
Family Secrets
Also by Avery Sam
AI Use Disclosure
This story was entirely conceived, written, and edited by a human being without any input from AI whatsoever. The only use of AI tools was in creating the cover artwork as well as spellchecking the text.
Galactagogue
When Miles came downstairs for lunch, he was trembling with excitement, but he did his best to try to look and act casual.
“Sorry, we’re out of milk, so I had to make it with water,” said Genesis, lifting the lid to reveal a pot of rather anemic-looking macaroni and cheese.
“Ugh,” said Miles, wrinkling his nose.
“Look, I’ve got a couple of hot sauce packets from Taco Bell still left over,” said Genesis, sliding them across the table. “Maybe that’ll improve the taste.”
“I guess,” said Miles, ripping one open and dumping it into his bowl.
“And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’re also out of frozen burritos,” said Genesis. “Pretty much all we’ve got left to eat this week are ramen noodles and some rice with whatever scraps are left in the fridge.”
“And nothing to drink but water,” said Miles with a frown.
“Hey, what do you want me to do?” said Genesis, getting irritated. “I’m already stretching every dollar as far as it’ll go, but I’m no miracle worker.”
“I know. I know,” said Miles with a sigh. “I guess I should be grateful we’ve got anything to eat at all.”
“Look, don’t get mad, alright?” said Genesis. “But maybe we ought to sell the house. At least then we’d be able to afford to feed ourselves.”
“No, Gen! No!” said Miles. “This is our home. This is where we grew up. We can’t sell it, not now, not ever.”
“I love it too, Miles,” said Genesis. “But we’ve got to be realistic. We’re barely able to make the mortgage payments as it is, and we have no money for repairs and upkeep.”
“I don’t care,” said Miles, shaking his head. “I’d rather die than give up this place.”
“Well, then get a job and start bringing in some money,” said Genesis with a frown.
“Don’t you think I’m trying? Sheesh!” said Miles. “I sent out a hundred applications this morning alone. You don’t know how it is. There are a thousand people competing for every open position.”
“Well, don’t look at me,” said Genesis. “I’m not dropping out of school to get some entry level job just so we can stay in this drafty old house. Besides, you know how important my education was to Mom and Dad.”
“No one is asking you to drop out of school,” said Miles, pausing to choose his words carefully. “But listen, there might be another way.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” said Genesis. “I told you, I’m not doing any of that OnlyFans stuff.”
“What? No, no, I know,” said Miles, his face growing warm. “I just heard, though, that there’s a big demand for certain, um, female products.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” said Genesis, getting up to go wash out her bowl. “I’m not selling my used panties to freaks on the internet either.”
“No, no, nothing like that. Hey, you remember that big event from a couple of years ago when they had to close down a factory and then there was a shortage of baby formula?” said Miles, his pulse racing.
“Huh? I guess so. What about it?” said Genesis.
“Well...” said Miles. “It turns out that there’s a big demand for, ahem, breast milk now, as in the real deal. There are a lot of wealthy women out there who don’t want to feed their kids a bunch of soy powder or whatever.”
“Why are you telling me about this?” said Genesis, using a sponge to wipe off the table.
“Because it’s real good money, Gen,” said Miles. “They’re paying, like, over $100 a bottle.”
“And so what?” said Genesis. “I don’t care what some rich people are doing. They do all kinds of freaky stuff.”
“No, I know, but I was just thinking, you know...” said Miles.
“Hang on a second. Are you talking about me?” said Genesis, her eyes going wide. “You want me to sell my breast milk?”
“Um, I mean, kinda, yeah,” said Miles, his blood thrumming in his veins.
“Are you an idiot? First of all, that’s just weird,” said Genesis. “And second of all, while I may have big boobs, I sure as hell am not pregnant. I don’t even have a boyfriend at the moment.”
“Yeah, I know but...” said Miles.
“But what?” said Genesis, her eyes flashing with anger.
“I don’t know,” said Miles, hanging his head. “There’s these, um, chemicals you can take. Actually, not chemicals. They’re, um, all-natural supplements, hormones really. Anyway they can...”
“Ugh, are you seriously asking me to take some hormones or whatever so I can... make milk come out of my breasts?” said Genesis. “That is... That is so... No way. Not in a million years.”
“But it’s really good money,” pleaded Miles, unable to meet her gaze.
“I don’t care if they’re paying a million dollars a bottle,” said Genesis. “No friggin’ way am I doing that. Let’s just be normal people and sell the house, Miles. Then we can move into a cozy little apartment or something.”
“But I don’t want to sell the house!” wailed Miles. “Besides, then what? Even if we could find someone to buy it, what would we do with the money? Rent a place? Then we’d just be paying for someone else’s house. That’s like killing your milk cow so you can eat hamburgers for a week.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” said Genesis with a frown. “But we are seriously down to the wire here. We’ve got maybe a month or two left of the money from the settlement. After that, if we can’t make the mortgage payments, the bank’s gonna just seize the house anyway.”
“Okay, fine, I get it,” said Miles, his hands clenched into fists. “I’ll keep looking for jobs, all right? But I will find a way to make this work because I am not giving up on this house. It’s our legacy, Gen.”
“Good, then get out there and find yourself a job,” said Genesis. “Meanwhile, I’m going to go to the library. I’ve got a big test next week.”
“All right, good luck,” said Miles. “And, um, thanks for lunch.”
“Sure thing,” said Genesis. “I’ll swing by the cafeteria on my way home and see if they have any leftovers to give out. Who knows? We might get lucky and have some pizza for dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, real lucky,” said Miles with a gulp as he watched his sister exit the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight, he got out his phone and swiped over to the website where he had been learning about how to artificially induce breast milk. There was an active forum with discussions about where to buy the necessary ingredients, known in the trade as galactagogues. It was all quite complicated, but Miles only had one question to ask the experts:
If you slip a galactagogue into food or drink, can you taste it?
A Win-Win Proposition
The package came in a discreet brown box, landing on their front porch in the early afternoon a few days later.
Thankfully, Genesis was in class, allowing Miles to dash out to get it and then bring it inside the house without her knowing about it. His heart was beating a million times a minute as he opened the box in his room, marveling at all the different bottles and envelopes.
There was also an instruction booklet included with text in both Chinese and English, although it was obvious that the English had been machine translated as it had several passages with awkward phrasing. Nonetheless, it was enough for Miles to know what he had to do next.
In the kitchen, he got a pot of water boiling. According to the people on the discussion forum, the best way to disguise the taste was to mix it in with a package of Jell-O. Miles had eaten Jell-O a few times before but never made it, so he carefully followed the instructions on the back of the box as he whisked in the galactagogues.
After that, he had to set the tray in the refrigerator and wait a few hours for it to set. Back at the store, Miles had been amazed at just how many different flavors of Jell-O there were, so many that it’d been almost impossible to decide which one to get. In the end, he’d gone with lime, making the tray an impossibly beautiful shade of emerald green as it sat there on the refrigerator shelf.
All he could do now was hope that Genesis didn’t ask too many questions and that the Jell-O was sweet enough to mask the taste of the special ingredients he’d added.
Nervous as hell, Miles then went back to his room to continue applying for jobs, including ones that he didn’t even want such as a custodial position at his old high school. As soon as he heard Genesis pull up on her bicycle, Miles bounded down the stairs in a flash, greeting her with a big smile as she entered the living room.
“Hey,” said Miles, wiping his hands on the sides of his pants. “How was class?”
“Um, it was fine,” said Genesis, giving him a strange look. “What are you doing?”
“Huh? Me. Nothing, nothing,” said Miles. “I just wanted to welcome you home. Is there something wrong with that?”
“You’re acting weird,” said Genesis with a chuckle as she brushed past him.
“I’m not acting weird,” said Miles as he scurried behind her into the kitchen.
“Yeah, you are,” said Genesis. “And in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t bring you any food. I had to stay after class to talk to my teacher about changing the grade on my last paper.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” said Miles, his eyes sparkling as he took up a position in front of the refrigerator. “Actually, I have a surprise for you.”
“Huh?” said Genesis, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Tada!” said Miles, swinging open the refrigerator door.
“Wait. Is that... Jell-O?” said Genesis, peering inside.
“Yep,” said Miles with a pleased grin. “I made it myself and everything.”
“But... why?” said Genesis.
“Well, because I wanted to do something nice for you. Gosh!” said Miles with a gulp as he launched into his prepared story. “And also because I found a dollar on the sidewalk today, and as I was walking past the Grab Mart, I saw they were running a special on Jell-O, two for a dollar.”
“Aww, wow, thank you, Miles,” said Genesis, surprising him by embracing him in a hug. “That’s very thoughtful, actually.”
“Yep,” said Miles, his face burning hot.
“But don’t you need to add sugar to make Jell-O?” said Genesis.
“Oh, yeah,” said Miles. “I helped myself to a few packets of sugar from that really fancy coffee place they just opened in Galaxy Plaza.”
“Wow, you’re getting pretty crafty aren’t you?” said Genesis, a big smile on her face. “Well, all right, some good news. About time! I’m making cracker casserole for dinner, so the Jell-O will be perfect for dessert.”
“Awesome,” said Miles, a wave of relief washing over him that she’d believed his story.
“I’m telling you, that budget website I found has all kinds of amazing recipes,” said Genesis. “They say that if you bake crackers and ketchup with just a bit of parmesan cheese on top, it comes out tasting exactly like lasagna.”
“Can’t wait,” said Miles, even as his stomach did a little flip.
“So, what about you? Any good news on the job front?” said Genesis, filling a glass with water from the tap.
“Me? Nah, nah. I did do another AI interview today, though,” said Miles.
“Oh yeah? And how was it?” said Genesis, looking impossibly good despite their restricted diet whereas Miles felt like he was wasting away.
“Weird. I mean, it certainly sounds human,” said Miles with a chuckle. “But then when it starts asking you about your career goals when it’s just an entry-level job at Target, it all gets surreal in a hurry.”
“I’ll bet,” said Genesis. “Anyway, listen, I’m feeling sticky, so I’m gonna go grab a shower. We’ve still got plenty of hot water, right?”
“What? Oh sure, sure,” said Miles. “Yeah, I haven’t used any today, so you should be good to go.”
“Whew, thank goodness,” said Genesis, removing her hair clip and shaking her head so that her long, glossy mane cascaded down over her shoulders. “I swear, if we ever get any real money, the first thing I want to do is get a brand-new water heater installed.”
“Yep,” said Miles with a hard gulp, his pulse already beginning to race.
“Okay, I’ll call you when dinner is ready,” said Genesis, giving him a friendly smile as she turned and exited the kitchen.
Miles stood there for a long time, trying to convince himself not to do what he usually did, but old habits die hard, so before he knew it, he was making his way upstairs until he got to the landing where he paused to wait for the tell-tale sound of water thrumming through the pipes.
Before their parents had died, Miles had briefly gone to speak to a psychologist after he’d been caught setting a fire in a trash can behind the school. The man had been really nice and polite with a soft-spoken voice, but he’d kept pressing Miles with all these questions until his mind had begun to spin.
As far as Miles was concerned, the only reason he’d set that fire was because it was something fun to do, but the damn psychologist was convinced there were deeper issues at play. Somehow, he’d manage to twist Miles around until he was talking about Genesis and how beautiful she was.
The psychologist, being a crafty son of a gun, had never come out and said anything directly judgmental, but Miles could tell that he hadn’t approved of his fondness for his sister, and the fact that his feelings for her were somehow connected to him starting a few fires for kicks was ludicrous.
Nonetheless, it had made Miles very cautious about the subject, which is why his heart was in his throat as he tiptoed down the hallway toward the bathroom. After decades of hot showers, the old wooden door had begun to warp, enough that there was now a little gap between it and the frame even when it was closed and latched.
The best viewing spot, Miles had discovered, was at about waist level, so he had to get down on his knees to peer inside. As soon as he put his eyes up to the gap, his heart began to hammer in his chest, making a sound almost as loud as the water from the old pipes.
Genesis liked her showers hot, so there was a thick cloud of steam inside the bathroom, but Miles was still able to catch a glimpse of her sublime form as she turned and twisted underneath the spray. As far as Miles was concerned, she looked like something out of a shampoo commercial, her wet hair long and glossy as she rinsed it out.
Of course, Miles knew that staring at his naked sister was wrong on some level, but it wasn’t like he wanted to touch her or anything. He just thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, with big, full breasts and lovely curves that any man would appreciate.
In short, Genesis was a goddess, and Miles spying on her while she showered was a form of worship if you really thought about it, right down to the fact that he got down on his knees to do it. Also, she didn’t have anyone else to look after her, so what he was doing was taking care of her, making sure she was all right, which was what any good brother would do.
The only really difficult part was not touching himself as he watched her. It was far better to record all those images in his brain and wait until later to get some relief, but there were times when he’d catch himself crossing that line, so he had to make extra sure to focus on the job at hand, which was verifying that she was getting enough to eat and not doing anything to risk ruining her perfect figure.
As he kneeled there in front of the door, Miles wondered if the hormones that would make her start producing milk would cause any changes to her body. Obviously, he knew there wouldn’t be any “baby bump,” but he knew that pregnant women often saw their breasts get much bigger and fuller, making him curious if that would be the case for Genesis as well.
That thought alone had his cock twitching, and it took some real willpower to keep his hands right where they were. But when Genesis accidentally dropped the soap and had to bend over to pick it up, Miles was sweating hard.
Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from the door, he sprang to his feet and went running for his bedroom, barely having enough presence of mind to lock himself in before yanking down his shorts and getting to work.
Mere moments later, after a loud cry that he hoped Genesis hadn’t heard, Miles watched with idle fascination as he pumped his shaft, sending a torrent of white droplets cascading down onto an old towel that he kept on hand for this very purpose. It was only when he was done that he realized just how much his jizz looked like milk, and that got his inner fires roaring hot once again.
By the time he was done, his dick was sore and raw, but at least he felt at peace as he lay there in his bed. Letting his eyes fall closed, he could just picture Genesis pumping out her milk into little clear glass bottles as a line of fancy rich women queued up behind her with fistfuls of cash in their hands.
It was a crazy plan, but somehow, he knew it was going to work, and then the two of them could stay living in their parents’ home forever. After all, what else were they going to do? The job market was a nightmare, as Miles knew very well from first-hand experience. And even with a degree, Genesis was still going to have to pay off her student debt.
Therefore, the only real solution was to sell breast milk. Best of all, it was a product with a built-in market, as there were always going to be mothers who couldn’t produce their own for one reason or another. It was also AI-proof as well because no chatbot, no matter how smart, could produce something that came from nature.
Yes, it really was a win-win proposition for everyone.
A Boob Man
A few weeks later, as they were sitting down to a dinner of spaghetti with margarine, Miles noticed Genesis repeatedly tugging at the front of her top.
“Everything okay?” said Miles, his cock already at half-mast.
“I think the damn washing machine is on the fritz,” said Genesis. “All of my clothes feel like they’re getting tighter.”
“Hmm,” said Miles with a gulp. “I don’t know what to tell you. My clothes seem fine.”
“Actually, come to think of it, it’s just my tops that have shrunk,” said Genesis, fiddling with her shirt in a way that made Miles’s pulse race. “Maybe I’m getting my period or something.”
“Maybe,” said Miles, although he knew that wasn’t the case.
Having closely monitored her ever since the day she first ate the Jello-O, he was convinced that the hormones were working. It had been difficult to appreciate at first, but slowly, her beautiful breasts had gotten even fuller and rounder over time, to the point that one glimpse of them jiggling around under her clothes was all he needed to get a raging hard-on.
“Almost makes me feel like I’m going through puberty again,” said Genesis with a laugh. “Gosh, I remember those days. I used to get down on my knees before bed every night and pray that my chest would fill out like my friends Rebecca and Sarah.”
“Really?” said Miles, filing that little nugget away in his memory bank for later.
“Yep,” said Genesis. “And then it was like boom! I went from being flat-chested to B cups in, like, the span of a year.”
“Uh-huh,” said Miles, feeling a bit light-headed as he flashed back to the first time he had noticed Genesis had some genuine cleavage on her.
“I remember Mom going nuts, always trying to find me a bra that would fit,” said Genesis. “Those things aren’t cheap, you know.”
“Sure,” said Miles as images of Genesis trying on bras in a changing room came flooding into his mind, and he could just see her staring at the mirror as her boobs spilled out of the cups, a truly thrilling sight to behold.
“And then my boobs just kept growing and growing,” said Genesis. “Mom even took me to a doctor once to make sure everything was all right.”
“Huh? Why?” said Miles, jolted out of his reverie of how cool it must be to be a salesperson at a store that sells bras.
“Um, because none of the women in our family are this well-endowed, duh,” said Genesis with a little laugh. “Hell, Aunt Trudy was considered big chested, and that was mostly because she was, you know, chubby.”
“Oh, right,” said Miles with a nod.
“Anyway, I finally tapered off once I was 15,” said Genesis. “But gosh, I remember all these guys who started coming up to me, thinking I was older. It was fun in a way, I guess, but also a little creepy.”
“Yeah,” said Miles, not wanting to think about that at all.
“But now? I don’t know what’s going on,” said Genesis, looking down at her chest. “It’s like my boobs are growing again, and that doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well, hey, um, maybe it’s just the weather,” said Miles, reaching for a sip of water to try and ease his parched throat.
“Huh? What’s the weather got to do with anything?” said Genesis with a frown. “Nah, it’s got to be the dryer, I think. I heard those old machines can run hot and shrink your clothes. I wish we could afford to hire someone to come over and look at it.”
“Yeah,” said Miles, idly twirling a little of the hideously greasy spaghetti around his fork.
“Hey, speaking of which, any news on the job front?” said Genesis.
“Um, no, although I’m still waiting to hear back from my last interview,” said Miles. “But I did find this website where they pay you to take surveys and stuff.”
“Oh, that’s just scam stuff,” said Genesis with a dismissive wave of her hand as she got to her feet. “You gotta keep looking, Miles. We’re going to run out of money here really soon.”
“I know, I know,” said Miles with a hard gulp.
“Hey, you gonna finish that or you want me to put it in the fridge for later?” said Genesis, pointing to his plate.
“Um, yeah, save it for later,” said Miles, unable to stomach eating another bite even though he was very, very hungry.
“Yeah, it’ll make for a good midnight snack,” said Genesis with a grin as she wrapped his plate in plastic and put it into the refrigerator. “Hey, good news. I managed to cadge a couple of bags of microwave popcorn from this guy in the student center.”
“Oh wow, really?” said Miles, instantly perking up.
“Yeah, I was thinking we could put on a movie later and munch on some popcorn,” said Genesis. “You know, forget about our problems for a while.”
“Count me in for sure!” said Miles, already tasting the salty crunch in his mouth.
“Cool. Well, I think I’m gonna go up to the attic and go through some of Dad’s old clothes,” said Genesis. “We didn’t donate them to charity, did we?”
“Huh? I don’t think so, no,” said Miles. “But why would you want to go through Dad’s clothes?”
“Because I need to find something to wear that’s big enough that it won’t squash my boobs,” said Genesis.
“You could, um, wear one of my shirts if you want,” said Miles, trembling a little with excitement.
“Ugh, and get your stink on me? No thanks,” said Genesis with a laugh. “Anyway, look at me. It’s like I’m wearing a little girl’s T-shirt or something. The fabric is so stretched out, it looks like it’s going to pop.”
“I think you look fine,” said Miles, his heart hammering in his chest as he risked an open glance at her chest.
“Yeah, you would say that,” said Genesis with a laugh. “You always were fascinated by women’s tits.”
“What? That’s not true!” protested Miles, his face sizzling hot.
“Dude, did you forget I caught you sniffing my friend Denise’s bra that one time?” said Genesis with a grin. “You’ve always been a boob man. Just face it.”
“Whatever,” said Miles, unable to meet her gaze.
“Hey, it’s okay. Guys have been staring at my honkers for years, so believe me, I know all about it,” said Genesis. “Okay, how’s nine o’clock sound to you? For the movie I mean.”
“Sure, that works for me,” said Miles, immensely relieved by the change of topic.
“Cool. Meet you in the living room then,” said Genesis before turning and exiting the kitchen.
Miles waited until he was sure the coast was clear and then got up, his cock painfully throbbing as it tried to poke a hole through the front of his shorts. Now that Genesis had noticed her breasts were getting bigger, it proved that the hormones were working. Now the only question was when her milk was going to start coming in.
Up in his room, Miles diligently cleaned out his pipes to prevent any chance of embarrassment later on, and then he spent an honest 20 minutes looking at job boards before he switched over to the galactagogue discussion forum.
According to them, it usually took six months before lactation began, but there were cases where it had started much sooner.
Mommy Milkers
In order to be extra cautious, even though everyone on the forum was using made-up usernames, Miles had concocted a story about how he was a young man in his 20s with a beautiful wife who wanted to artificially induce lactation in order to help her sister, who had suffered a medical incident that made her unable to produce milk.
Everyone on the forum had lapped up that story enthusiastically, so Miles decided to add an update, telling everyone that his “wife’s” breasts were getting much bigger and even a little tender, adding that she was very excited that she would soon be able to produce milk for her niece, and right away, he got several positive comments in feedback.
The rest of the time flew by as Miles browsed through the other comments on the forum and took down notes on some of the different formulas that people had tried. Since there are no FDA-approved galactagogues, everyone had a different recipe of herbs, prescription drugs, and peptides they were using and where to source them from.
It was all so engaging that Miles was caught by surprise when he heard Genesis shouting his name. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was already 9:17, so he quickly shut down his browser and then made his way downstairs to the enticing aroma of freshly popped popcorn.
“Dang, what were you doing up there?” said Genesis, handing him a bowl filled to the brim with hot popcorn. “Jerking off to ladies with big mommy milkers?”
“What? No way!” stammered Miles, nearly dropping his bowl, which had him on the edge of having a heart attack, the snack too precious to risk losing even a single kernel.
“Relax, I was just joking,” said Genesis, patting the sofa next to her. “Now come on. Let’s get the movie going before the popcorn goes stale.”
“Sure,” said Miles, placing the bowl on his lap as he sat down to shield his crotch from view.
The movie turned out to be an old rom-com from the 90s, which wasn’t exactly Miles’s favorite kind of film, but he was too interested in the popcorn to protest. Each bite was a savory crunch of salty, oily goodness, and he had to control himself so he wouldn’t wolf it all down like a starving refugee.
“Pretty nice, eh?” said Genesis, turning to look at him.
“Yeah, delicious,” said Miles, wishing he had a soda to wash down the popcorn instead of tap water.
“I found some old garlic salt in the back of the cabinet,” said Genesis. “That’s why it’s got a little extra zing.”
“Yeah, very nice,” said Miles, trying not to stare as a piece of popcorn slipped out of Genesis’s hand and landed smack dab in the middle of her cleavage.
“Hey listen,” said Genesis, even as she continued to eat. “I appreciate all the Jell-O you keep buying, but I think we need to cool it for a bit, all right? We've eaten so much of it that I'm starting to get a bit nauseous every time I look at it.”
“Oh sure, sure,” said Miles, inwardly beginning to panic as he wondered how he was going to be able to disguise the galactagogues going forward.
“Oops!” said Genesis with a laugh as she discovered the piece of popcorn that had gone overboard, snatching it up and tossing it into her mouth.
She had gotten the errant kernel out, but now there was a tiny patch of slickness between her breasts. Miles wanted to reach out and wipe it off with his finger, but he didn’t dare, so he forced himself to turn his attention back to the stupid movie.
“Aww,” said Genesis a few minutes later as some sappy music began to play.
Miles, meanwhile, reached the bottom of his bowl and began eating the little half-burned pieces, crunching them between his teeth as his thirst grew. He still had one packet of unused sugar in the cabinet, and he was just about to go into the kitchen and dump it in his cup of water when Genesis burst into tears.
“Oh my gosh, what’s wrong?” said Miles.
“It’s just... It’s just so sweet how much they love one another,” said Genesis with a sniff, using the sleeve of the oversized button-up shirt she was wearing to dab at her face, a motion that caused her cleavage to gap open for a moment.
“Yeah, very romantic,” said Miles, his attention riveted to the fact that he had just seen that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Which made sense, of course, as she had been complaining that her tops were all too small over dinner, so naturally, her bras must be getting too tight as well. So yeah, why not chill out braless on your living room sofa while watching a movie? It’s not like it would get your brother super turned on or anything.
“Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever find love like that,” said Genesis as the credits began to roll.
“Sure, of course you will,” said Miles, squirming as he documented all the tiny jiggles he could see going on underneath her shirt.
“Nah. I mean, I don’t know,” said Genesis, setting her bowl down on the coffee table. “Nobody is interested in serious relationships these days. It’s all just hookup culture and situationships. I hate it.”
“Yeah, that sucks,” said Miles, his cock stiffening as he detected the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric.
“The only thing my friends care about is traveling and having fun,” said Genesis. “I know it’s old-fashioned, but I’d really like to settle down one day soon and, you know, start a family.”
“Sure, that’s only natural,” said Miles even as he wondered how securely that top button on her shirt was fastened because it was a pretty old garment.
“Well, I’m not giving up hope,” said Genesis. “And for now, at least I have you.”
“Yeah, you’ll always have me,” said Miles, reaching out to give her a hug.
Just then, though, he detected a strange warmth pressing against his chest, something that had nothing to do with the way his blood was racing in his veins.
“Oh my gosh,” said Miles with a hard gulp as he took in the two wet spots on the front of her shirt.
“What?” said Genesis, finally following his gaze to look down at her chest. “What the hell?”
As Miles sat there with his cock throbbing in his shorts, he watched as Genesis sprang to her feet and went running for the kitchen to rip off a paper towel from the roll and begin dabbing at her front. His heart nearly exploded when she unfastened the top buttons on her shirt and then turned to face away from him, searching for the source of the wetness.
“What is it?” croaked Miles, his throat tight and dry.
“I think... I think I’m leaking,” said Genesis with a semi-crazed laugh. “What the hell?”
“Leaking?” said Miles, a bottle rocket of optimism zooming up and out from his chest.
“Fucking hell,” said Genesis, bringing one finger to her mouth. “I think that’s milk!”
Inside his head, an entire orchestra began playing, cymbals crashing and a big drum bass thumping out the rhythm. At long last, his plan had come to fruition. His sister Genesis was lactating!