My younger sister

"Oh, hey, Nicole. What's up?" Aaron greeted my sister.

"Hey, Aaron. Nothing much." Nicole replied, seemingly uninterested; after all, he wasn't the person she wanted to see. "Hey, can I talk to my sis?"

My sister and I share a strong bond; whenever she needed support or simply someone to talk to, I'd always be there for her. She wouldn't come knocking on my door if she didn't need my help with something; whether it's about her problems, things causing her anxiety, or whatever was troubling her, her big sister had her back. But today, when she entered my room, she was a little disappointed. She found herself alone with Aaron and some cocksucking toy, loudly gagging on his cock. There was no supportive sister present at the moment.

Aaron didn't respond to her request; instead, he just gazed at her stunning body draped in a sultry pink silken nightgown. The large V-shaped neckline barely covered her boobs. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. But she wasn't in the mood to invite Aaron to pump his baby-making seed inside her, despite her body needing to refill the baby she had given birth to three weeks ago. In fact, instead of smiling, her cute face was painted with concern, and I could already tell what she wanted to talk about. It was about her love life.

Nicole and her boyfriend, Logan, have been dating for a year and a half, and from what I can see, they are on the right track for a stable relationship. But sometimes, Nicole could be quite emotional and needed some advice from time to time.

Her sudden visit suggested she was **** for my advice. But she knew as long as Aaron didn't approve it, she and Aaron were the only humans in the room. My dear boyfriend, however, wasn't paying attention to any of her words; his eyes were fixed only on her chest. Specifically, on her C-cup milk sacks she has.

Nicole was still actively lactating; she had given birth to her fourth child three weeks ago. We both decided to name the healthy boy Aaron Jr. because of the striking resemblance he bears to my boyfriend. We were certain he was the father, but Mom seemed to disagree; she was convinced that Nicole's science teacher was the father. After a short debate, we eventually agreed to remove the first part of the name and just named the child Junior.

"Please, Aaron. I need to talk to her. This is important," Nicole pleaded as she walked closer to my bed. She moved herself where Aaron could easily reach her.

Still, Aaron didn't answer. Instead, he reached up to her chest and gently massaged one of her boobs. Her bare skin beneath the loose nightgown allowed him to fully appreciate the intimacy of the moment. A soft moan slipped from Nicole's lips as well as small droplets of milk flew across the bed when he pinched her nipples, but she was abruptly cut off when his grip tightened around her neck. He pulled her closer, and the two engaged themselves in a slutty kiss. Their lips smacked like hungry lovers, and their saliva slurping was louder than my muffled gagging.

After a while, Aaron broke the kiss and moved his lips to her chest as he pulled out one of her milk-filled containers. His loud suckling caused Nicole to giggle, as she realized her visit to my room wasn't wasted at all. She managed to give my boyfriend his early breakfast. Aaron suddenly pushed his fingers into the back of her throat, probing deeper to stimulate her gag reflex. Nicole emitted a sharp **** sound that was just a bit louder than my own. And our synchronized **** sound heightened Aaron's enjoyment of his breakfast.

Finally, Aaron's body gave out a sign that I had been anticipating: it's telling me his orgasm was getting close. I could feel his cock twitching deep inside my throat. He began to squeeze Nicole's breast even harder, aggressively crushing her mammary gland to draw out as much milk as possible.

**burp**

Seconds after his burping, Aaron let out a noise that was very familiar to me as well as to Nicole—the sound he makes when he cums. His thick, white liquid surged straight into my throat. I didn't even need to swallow; they effortlessly glided down my esophagus and into my stomach.

"Can I talk to my sister now?" Nicole asked again, just after Aaron had removed his fingers from her throat.