Chapter 1

I was leaned back in my recliner watching the classic movie channel on a Friday night while sipping a beer. I know such a wild man to be twenty-eight years old. From eighteen to twenty-six I had been in the Marine Corps. On my last tour, my buddy caught a round in the face that whizzed past my ear. I decided not to re-up and came home.

So, as my granny would say my wild and woolly days were behind me. I got up, went to work, and came home almost every day. Thanks to having been in the Corps I had a decent job with a petroleum distributor here in my hometown and they had plans to move me up in the company according to their recruiter.

Anyways. As I was saying Friday night kicked back watching an old Dirty Harry movie that I’d seen a million times with my dad when he was alive when the doorbell to my duplex rang. The only person I could see coming at almost ten o’clock at night was my sister Lisa, but she would have called.

Opening the door I saw Lisa standing there with a smile on her face. “Hey, little brother.”

Lisa is older at thirty-eight years old. I had been the “Accident,” mom and dad had said. They never treated me that way or made me feel that way, but it was their joke. Both showered me with love just like they had Lisa.

“Well hey there.” Suddenly my mind went into panic mode realizing the time. “Is everyone ok,” I asked grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

“Oh yeah, everything is ok.”

“Well come on in,” I said swinging the door open. “You had me worried,” I said taking Lisa’s jacket and hanging it on a hook on the back of the door.

“Sorry. I know I shouldn’t just pop in.” Lisa smiled, “You could have had a couple of wild women up in here for the night.”

We both laughed as I offered her a beer, but she declined and took a bottle of water instead. “Yeah. You know me.” I laughed, “Always waist-deep in scattered ass ... Said no one ever.”

After several minutes of Lisa talking, I could tell she was not telling me why she came by. “Ok Sis what gives?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you can’t stay away from my charming company for too long a time, but you are working hard not to ask or tell me whatever you came over here to do.” Her shoulders slumped a little. “Hey Kiddo,” I got up sitting by her on the couch, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Lisa nodded. “Ok so let me back up to mom. I think that is the place to start.” Lisa leaned back on the couch, and I did also. “You know mom ... Well, she lactated right?”

I know looked at Lisa kind of funny, “Well yeah. I remember her talking about her breastfeeding both of us. I mean, don’t most women when they have children? I mean I know some mothers can’t.”

Lisa sighed. “I should have known she did not tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“See ... Mom started lactating when she was seventeen. Three years before she had me,” Lisa said.

“Wait. So even though she wasn’t pregnant she did?”

“Yes.” Lisa turned toward me a little. “She did from then on. You know till...”

“Wow. I did not know women can do that.” I sipped my beer. “I can also understand why mom never told me, I guess. Why did she tell you?”

“Well ... See her mom did and her mother’s mother did. Mom isn’t sure about how far back it goes. It ... Well, it appears to be hereditary.”

I did not even realize Lisa had quit speaking and I was even surprised I’d been staring at her cleavage till I looked up and Lisa smiled at me. “Oh shit. Lisa-- I’m-- Shit!”

Lisa was laughing and had a bit of blush on her cheeks. “Please don’t be sorry. I am not offended. To answer the question in your eyes and mind. Yes, I do too.”

“Look Sis-- I’m sorry. Shit Lisa!”

She touched my hand. “I said not to be. Now stop that.” Suddenly Lisa’s face went blood red. “Ugh,” she leaned back against the couch and took the beer from my hand taking a long drink.

“Sis ... I mean what is the deal. I mean surely this isn’t something you had a burning desire to tell me on a Friday night near ten o’clock.”

Lisa let out a long sigh one of those that makes you feel better and relaxes you when you do it. “I need your help, Travis.”

“Of course. You know I love you with all my heart. Nothing I wouldn’t do for you ... And I mean nothing. You need a body disposed of I’m your man.”

Lisa was laughing now. “I know baby brother ... But what ... I mean this ... You may not.”

“Name it and if it is in my power, it is yours.”

Lisa faced me and I could tell set her face with determination. “Ok, so I have to use a pump to keep my breasts empty you know?” I nodded. “Even if I go two days without draining the milk, they get full and hurt.”

I nodded. “Ok. I remember hearing a buddy’s wives talk about how they hurt when full.”

“They do ... And that is my problem.”

“Uh ... Lisa, I am a bit lost. It seems like you are telling me those ... Um ... Well,” Lisa laughed.

“Yes, these big titties are full and hurting.”

I felt the heat in my cheeks now. “So why don’t you pump?”

“That my brother is the problem. My pump quit. I had to order a new one.”

“So you can’t buy one locally?”

“No, I have called all over. I had to order it online ... The problem is with people already ordering Christmas presents it won’t be here till next Saturday.”

I sat thinking and thinking of almost everything but what she had in mind. “So you need me to drive out of state or something and pick one up.” Lisa shook her head no, with a bit of a smile. “Ok, then I am lost on how I can help out.”

Lisa looked into my eyes I could tell even though she was smiling there was perhaps a tear trying to find its way out. “Brother of mine ... I love you so much you know that.”

“I do, as I do you.”

“There are two ways to get milk out. Well, three one is long and painful. I tried it.”

“Well, we can’t have you hurting full or with whatever you were trying.”

Lisa smiled wide. “The other of course is what I have done for years which is the pump.”

I nodded, “So that leaves the third option I suppose?”

“It does and that is where I need help. Your help.”

“Ok. What is the third option?”

Lisa cackled laughter putting her hand over her mouth till she had tears in her eyes from laughing. I also noticed her milk seeping through the front of her shirt as she did. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Wait you mean ... Um, you know?” I nodded toward her chest.

“Yes, I do.”

“And you want me to ... Well?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Lisa! I mean ... Shit.”

Lisa’s hand touched mine. “Travis this was so hard for me please don’t make fun.”

“Oh, shit no Lisa.” I grabbed her hands. “Baby would never make fun of you. I love you too much. I ... Well, why me?”

“Well because I love and trust you silly. You love me too. Real love. Like I do you. Plus it is not like I can take an ad out that says woman with double DD milk filled breasts seeks honest, caring, considerate man who can help her out.”

“Shit, I don’t know Lisa. You see that Craigslist shit?”

“Travis...”

“So ... I mean how do we do this?”

“You will do it?”

“Woman I have done told you if it was in my power I would.” I smiled at her. Dad had always called mom woman like that making them both laugh. It worked Lisa was laughing again. “I mean I know maybe it’s not...”

Conventional.” Lisa said

“Right. But I can not let you hurt ... And I mean ... Well, boobs.”

Lisa laughed and jumped over to hug me. “I love you, baby brother. What I usually do is take a hot shower or bath before to get them warmed up then I pump.”

“So you want me to follow you home or you want to do it here?” In my mind, I was going this is crazy. But I also meant there wasn’t anything I would not do for her. Mom and dad were killed in a car accident when I was thirteen and Lisa had raised me.

“We can here.”

“Is Laura going to be, ok?” Suddenly my eighteen-year-old nice I realized would be home alone.

“Oh yeah, she will be fine. Heck, she is eighteen now.”

Lisa took one of my button-up dress shirts and headed into the bathroom. “Wow, I did not know you had a garden tub.”

“Yep.”

“Ok, I will soak for about twenty minutes if that is ok.”

“Do whatever you need to do.”

I left her and realized I had a rod of iron in my pants. I relieved it in the half bath in the hall trying everything I could to not think about Lisa. That was futile she was all I could think about suddenly. I had to get rid of this before ... Anyway if I got hard while ... Shit, I could not even think suddenly ... If I did, she’d probably be pissed at me for getting hard.