Feed off me

Josh's hands moved with more confidence now, though his heart still hammered like a trapped bird. He cupped her breasts, squeezed gently, watched the pale flesh bulge between his fingers. Ariana watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, saying nothing, just letting him explore.

Then he noticed them.

Tiny, glistening beads of liquid forming at the very tips of her nipples. Pearly white. Almost translucent in the dim light.

His thumbs brushed over the peaks, and more emerged—small, perfect droplets that swelled and trembled with each beat of her heart.

"No way," he whispered, mesmerized.

"Way," she replied softly. "That's the A3, baby. Always ready."

He stared, transfixed, as the droplets grew larger, heavier. He squeezed her breast experimentally, and a thin, silvery-white trickle suddenly escaped, sliding lazily down the curve of her areola, tracing a wet path along the underside of her breast.

"Oh!" he breathed.

"Careful there, farmer," Ariana teased, her voice light and mocking. "You're gonna squeeze the whole crop out at once."

He ignored her, squeezing again, more deliberately this time. The trickle became a proper thin stream, flowing down her breast, following the contour of her ribcage, and pooling briefly in the shallow dip of her belly button before continuing onto the soft skin of her stomach.

"Hey!" She swatted his shoulder lightly. "Don't waste it! You think this stuff grows on trees? My body works hard to produce that, you know. Hours and hours of... biological effort."

Josh looked up at her, then back down at the glistening trail of milk on her stomach. It looked almost obscene, a white river on golden skin.

Without thinking, he leaned down.

His tongue darted out and lapped at the edge of the puddle just above her navel.

Ariana gasped and jerked, a surprised laugh exploding from her lips. "Ah! That tickles!"

He looked up, embarrassed, his lips wet. "Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry," she giggled, still squirming slightly. "Just warn a girl next time. Or don't. It's kind of cute watching you fumble."

He wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult. He decided he didn't care.

He lowered his head again and licked a long, slow stripe up her stomach, following the trail of milk back to its source. The skin was warm and salty-sweet. Ariana watched him, her laughter fading into something quieter, more intense.

"Good boy," she murmured. "See? You're a natural."

He reached her breast, his mouth hovering just inches from her nipple. The droplet there had reformed, fat and trembling.

"Go on, Josh," she whispered, her voice a low, encouraging hum. "Don't overthink it. It's not a math test."

"I d-don't... I've never..." He was shaking slightly.

"I know. That's what makes this fun." She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, not pushing, just resting there. "Just open your mouth. Take it in. And suck. Gentle at first. You're not trying to start a lawnmower."

He let out a shaky breath, then obeyed.

He parted his lips and closed them around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth. It filled his tongue, warm and soft and impossibly smooth. He sucked tentatively.

Nothing happened.

"A little more," she coached, her fingers tightening in his hair. "You're being shy with it. It's not glass. It won't break."

He sucked harder.

And then it came.

A warm, thick flood of liquid flooded his mouth. Sweet. Creamy. Unlike anything he'd ever tasted. Not like cow's milk at all. Richer. Warmer. Alive.

His eyes flew open wide.

"There we go," Ariana sighed, her head falling back. "Finally."

He swallowed, then sucked again, more eagerly this time. Another mouthful. He fumbled, letting some dribble down his chin, but he didn't care.

"Slower," she instructed, looking down at him with a mixture of amusement and something softer. "You're not in a drinking contest. You'll ****. Pace yourself."

He eased up, finding a rhythm. Suck, swallow, breathe through his nose. Suck, swallow, breathe.

Her hand smoothed his hair back from his forehead.

"Better," she said approvingly. "Much better. You're a fast learner."

He pulled off for a moment, gasping, his lips shiny with milk. "I... it's... that's really g-good."

"I know." She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that softened her teasing edges. "That's why I'm the favorite sibling."

He laughed, a breathless, nervous sound, and then lowered his mouth to her other breast, not wanting to leave the other one neglected.

She watched him nurse, her expression unreadable, a mix of sisterly affection and something far more primal.

This is insane, he thought again, as he drank from her. Absolutely insane.

But he didn't stop. And neither did she.