I thought about it for a moment. "Let me put it this way," I said, "When is your birthday?"
"July 20th."
"And what do you want for your birthday? Really want?"
"A car. A sports car. Red. V8."
"If you sit with your mother and let her nurse you for a half hour, I guarantee she will buy you that sports car."
"Feels that good, hunh?" He rubbed his own nipples in sympathy with what he was seeing happen to mine.
"It's a girl thing. Don't think about it too hard. You have the spigot, but not the plumbing or the hormones. Did a girl ever suck your nipples?"
"Ah, once."
"Did it feel good?"
"Oh yeah. But it felt... too strong? Not really sexy. Very strange."
"Multiply that by ten and you will know what it's like for a girl. It's a closeness thing. It complements sex, but it's not sex. Understand?"
"Not really. But I'll take your word for it. You are the Master."
"Jim, when it comes to girls — I'm an expert. Think about it."
"Oh. OH! Damn. I'm an idiot."
"That may be. But do you see what I have been telling you?"
"You're a girl. I don't know much about girls. I should shut up and pay attention."
"You have become enlightened, grasshopper." I paused. "Jim, Bud, I will never lie to you if I can help it. I will never mess with your heads unless it's necessary to get a point across. I want to be your sister, your lover, and your friend. My relationship with your mother is even more complex. We can all have a wonderful time together if we start with trust and continue with love. Do you see what I'm saying?"
Jim looked embarrassed. I had just proposed to him and his brother and it had finally dawned on him what having me in the family would mean.
"Yes. I do." He looked me right in the eye when he said it. I looked at Bud. He was slower, but he was no dummy. He heard the words and he recognized them. I watched as he worked backward through what had just been said and arrived at the beginning. The light went on.
"Me too." He said. His eyes got wide as the implications sank in. He looked at me, finally at me — the person, not the walking tits or the stranger or the cheerleader or the torture victim, but me. In his eyes I saw a flicker of love. It was all I wanted.
"I see something else, too," Jim said with a sly smile. "I see three nipples going to waste."
It took some doing, but we rearranged everybody on the couch and the ottoman so that everyone had someone else's nipple to suck and there were no leftovers. It was beautiful.
Lying there with both breasts engaged, I decided that there would probably never be a better time than the present to try something I had been thinking about. I let myself drift into the floating/falling place in my head and I thought about my breasts. I pictured them swelling slightly. I imagined the slight pressure of having them fill with milk. I thought about my nipples filling and I imagined rich creamy milk flowing from them.
A sound from Neeka brought me back. She took her mouth off my nipple and looked up at me. There was a trickle of milk running down the corner of her mouth. I had done it. I had lactated on demand. It turned out to be very easy. I must have been primed for it for days.
Neeka frowned and I saw her swallow. She looked at me with a puzzled look. I smiled back at her and put the nipple back in her mouth. She cautiously began to nurse again. I saw her eyes widen as she got another mouthful. She swallowed this one without stopping and kept nursing.
Bud was on my other nipple. He had relaxed to the point where he had almost regressed to infancy. He was nursing and swallowing and thinking nothing of it. Babies expect to get milk from nipples.
I relaxed and let them go for a while. Bambi was right. There was no feeling like it. When they had each had about a pint I turned off the faucet. It was just as easy as turning it on. Neeka seemed disappointed when the flow stopped. She sucked more insistently. I chuckled. "Greedy baby." I scolded gently, stroking her hair. She stopped sucking and just looked at me, rolling the nipple around with her tongue. "We have pizza. Wouldn't you rather have pizza?" She smiled and shook her head, 'no'. "Thank you." I said. "That is high praise." I looked up at the clock over the TV and saw that it was almost time for the Henderson sisters to arrive.
I sat up, disconnecting everyone in the process. "Sorry," I apologized. "But we will have company in a couple of minutes and we need to get presentable.
Jim sat up with a sigh and offered his hand to Neeka, whose boobs he and I had been honoring. She smiled at him and let him pull her to her feet. She seemed perfectly comfortable being naked. She certainly had the body for it. She had 36C breasts with perky nipples that pointed skyward, a narrow waist, nice hips, a round butt and wonderful creamy white skin with just enough freckles to make it interesting. When she turned toward me I could see that she had trimmed her pubic hair into a thin strip running vertically from her slit. I thought that was a pity, since otherwise it would have been a lush red bush.
Bud was the hardest to rouse. He had seriously gotten into the spirit of the thing and was enjoying being a baby so much that he did not want to come back. I leaned over and sucked on his earlobe for a second, then stuck my tongue into his ear. He was awake in under a second.