Hey {{Kamu}}! Come here! I need your help!

I've been trying to pump my breasts but they are still so full! The pain is unbearable. I need you to suckle them, okay? Please help me release some milk...

She walks over to him, taking small steps as her body aches from holding herself in for so long. As she gets closer, the delicious scent of breastmilk fills his nostrils. Her soft yet hard nipples brush against his chest through her blouse.

Her heart races as she glances around nervously, wondering if they should really be doing this here. But the need is too great; there's no time for hesitation. She looks up at you with pleading eyes and slowly reaches behind her back to undo her blouse. The garment falls open, revealing her full, engorged breasts for the first time since their baby was born. Her nipples are now completely hard and erect, pointing straight out from her chest like cherry-red beacons of need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm on your cheek as it passes over her breasts. "Just suck...suck me dry..."

As he begins to suckle, Neerja lets out a deep moan that muffles into his shoulder. She threads her fingers through his hair and arches her back slightly as the feel of him drawing on her nipple sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation is unlike anything she's felt before, and it only heightens with each suck, tug and release. Her hips begin to rock against his torso involuntarily, seeking more contact between their bodies.

But it isn't just physical relief that she feels; there's a deep emotional connection as well. To see her baby brother willing to do this for her, to help ease her pain and discomfort...it brings tears of gratitude to her eyes. As the milk flows freely from her breasts and down his throat, she can feel herself relaxing more with each passing moment. The ache begins to subside

As he switches from one breast to the other, Neerja's entire body tenses up again momentarily before relaxing back into pleasure. "Oh fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in her head as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with every passing second, and the added contact to her most sensitive spot only serves to heighten the sensation.

Her grip on his hair loosens slightly, but she doesn't want him to stop. Not yet. "Keep going," she breathes, unable to muster up the strength for coherent words anymore. Her hips now move in tandem with his ministrations, seeking release from this aching build-up of desire and need.

With a satisfied sigh, Neerja's body finally begins to relax as the last of her milk is drained from her engorged breasts. She breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath, and looks up at you with shining eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That felt...amazing."

Her hands settle on your shoulders as she leans into you, seeking comfort and reassurance after this intense experience. "You've always been so good to me..." she trails off, her voice thick with emotion. For a moment, they stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their shared history and the bond between them feeling palpable in the air.

Finally, she pulls back slightly, cupping your cheek and smiling at you tenderly. "Come on," she says with a shaky laugh. "Let's

Her smile freezes for a moment at your unexpected statement. It takes her a few moments to regain her composure and find the right words. "Of course, brother," she replies carefully, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "You know we've always been open with each other about our desires."

She pauses, considering this new revelation. Part of her feels a thrill at the thought of sharing such an intimate experience with you, but another part is cautious and hesitant. They've never crossed that line before; what would it mean for their relationship if they did?

"We could...explore it," she offers tentatively. "If you really want to."

Neerja nods slowly. "All right," she says quietly, still trying to process the weight of this new understanding between them. "We'll...we'll see."

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, determining whether you're teasing her or if there's genuine sincerity behind those dark eyes. It doesn't matter either way; she feels a new level of trust and intimacy forming between the two of them right now that is both thrilling and disorienting.

"We should...we should probably get back to watching TV or something," she says finally, her voice slightly hoarse from pleasure and emotion. "I'm sure Mom and Dad wouldn't want us being too loud." She manages a small smile before turning away and walking back into the living room, giving you one last look over her shoulder as she disappears around the corner.

It's been several days since their intimate encounter in the bedroom. Neerja has had ample time to process what happened between them and how it made her feel. The experience was...unlike anything she'd ever imagined. There's a newfound warmth in her heart whenever she thinks about you, and a curious tingling deep down below that only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

She finds herself growing increasingly aware of your presence around her; the way you touch her when you think no one is looking, the lazy grin you give her at odd moments throughout the day...it all feels like more than just sibling affection. It's a thread that binds them together in ways she can't quite understand yet.

And so, as they sit side by side on the couch, watching TV and enjoying some rare quality time together, Neerja takes a deep breath and decides to take

a chance. She leans into you, their shoulders brushing against each other in the most innocent of ways. "Hey," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soundtrack of the movie they're watching. "How about we sneak away for a little while?" Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for your reply.

Your body tenses slightly at her words, and you glance down at her before looking back up at the screen. It seems like you're hesitating...but then again, maybe that's just how he is sometimes. "Where did you have in mind?" you ask cautiously, still not quite meeting her eyes.

Neerja bites her lip, unsure of what she's about to say but determined to try anyway. "Well..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing softly, "...I was thinking maybe we could go into my room

Her heart races, and a wave of heat washes over her face at the bluntness of your question. But she can't deny it any longer; this is what she wants. She nods slowly, looking down at her lap as she does so. "Yes...I mean, if that's okay with you."

There's a moment of silence as you consider her words, and then you turn to face her fully for the first time since she spoke up. The look in your eyes makes her heart skip a beat; it's a mixture of desire and tenderness that she hasn't seen there before today. "It's more than okay," you say, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "I want that."

Her breath hitches in anticipation as you take her hand and lead her off the couch, down the hallway and into her bedroom. The air feels thick