The Angel in Milk

You try to say something, but Lily doesn't let you. Before you have time to react, her hands take yours and she carries you away from here, walking the long corridor, in the direction of her room. "You look dreadful! We need to find you better clothes." She comments nonchalantly.

By the time you enter her room you are trembling. Does she know? Is she mad at you? It is hard to say. She closes the door behind you and her smile and quiet demeanour remains there, as soothing as always. You have to ask. "Are you mad?"

"Why would I be?" She looks directly at you and somehow her smile grows bigger, making you feel safe. "Please undress yourself."

"W-what?"

"Your dress is completely ruined. You could get into troubled if mother or the chiefmaid saw you like that. I mean, look at you..." She touches one of the broken straps of your dress, looking at it with sadness, as if it was you who were broken. "That monster of Amelia. She really can be the worst when she puts her mind into it."

You feel bad hearing her say that of her sister. It hurts you how much of a bad reputation Amelia has, now that you have seen a glimpse her sweet side. You also think to yourself that it was actually your mother who ruined that dress, but you don't think that it would be smart to say that to Lily. Guilt returns to you as the idea of disappointing Lily becomes a possibility. "Amelia... she..."

"You don't have to explain anything." She takes your face between her hands lovingly. "I know how bag things can be for you men. A woman can come onto you and you have no voice or right to oppose her. And Amelia can be mean and dangerous, she could really destroy your life if she wanted... Whatever she **** you to do, I know it wasn't your choice. You have nothing to explain." She looks at you. Her eyes full of comprehension and empathy. "I have a clean set of clothes here for you... let me help you out of these."

As always, her hands are soft and caring. She starts undressing you slowly, unbuttoning your top. "Amelia..." You say. "She is not evil... she is just... sad."

She looks at you again, this time with a look that you cannot even begin to decipher. "Why do you say that?"

"...Sisters should not hate each other. You should be... like special friends... a-and support each other."

She sighs in a motherly way, her hands inches about your cock. Her smile mutates in a reassuring manner. "Mark, You are a kind an loving soul, and I admire how heartwarming that innocence of yours can be... But sadly we cannot trust our sister. She sees all men as her plaything and you will not be an exception. I cannot let her hurt you."

"But she..."

"I'm willing to accept that you might need to do some... indecent things to maintain our facade, and I am willing to allow you that, but you must never forget what she is." With those words she finishes undressing you and your genitals once more are exposed to one of your sisters. Your cock falls too close to her face and you cannot help to remember the dirty things her sister could do with her mouth. She looks at your body fondly and soon her gentle hands are on your skin. "You don't seem to have serious bruises... that's good." Her eyes linger on your skin, sure looking for injuries. "I will bring you a new uniform immediately... Oh, that reminds me... You haven't eat your breakfast, haven't you?"

"No... I haven't..."

"Wait here." Her smile is ever charming.

You remain there, naked and standing in the middle of that room that suddenly seems just a bit too cold. You hear her go to her secondary chambers and she comes back soon after. In her hands is a glass of dense white milk.

"I knew I would have to take care of you this morning. I managed to save this for you... Is still a bit warm..." She handles you the glass with care. "You have to stay healthy and fit."

"Thank you." A simple glass of milk is far for being a full healthy breakfast, but with your humble origins you cannot help to be thankful. You start to gulp the liquid and soon you realise that it doesn't taste like regular milk. It's way too dense for regular industrial milk and the taste is really strong. Lily looks at you intensely, her eyes do not blink as she watches you gulp.

"Does it taste good?" She ask. Her voice is soft, close to a moan.

"It has an... unusual flavour." You answer, glass still half filled.

"But good, isn't it?" It seems really important for her that you like your breakfast.

"Yes, of course."

"Good!" Her smile is so pretty and kind. "Go on. Drink it all." The botton of the glass is specially dense and hard to gulp but you try to drink it under her intense eyes. "You missed a drop, mister. We wouldn't want you to starve... That's It... Drink it... All... Come on, that's it... Well done!"

She gifts you her happiest and widest smile, showing how proud she feels. She looks so beautiful when she is happy.