Twin Nieces

Incest in our family begun when I and my daughter Rina started an Adult Breastfeeding Relationship, and merged it with the one that was already going on between me and my late husband Abe.

You know that after his death our son Joe was included, but before Abe's death, I had another ABR with other family members – my nieces Rachel and Leah, the twin daughters of my sister Zohar.

As Rina had already told you, Zohar was gravely ill at the time, and I decided to visit her. Before leaving home I instructed Abe and Rina on what were they allowed to do to comfort each other while I was away, and I was to abide by the same rules I had set for my relatives – no penetration, but masturbation with toys that prevented direct genital contact, and Abe's suckling Rina's nipples, were permitted.

Zohar's husband was an airline pilot, so he earned quite a lot of money, but he was often away. Rachel and Leah had just earned their BA's in English and Social Services, and decided to wait for their mother's demise before seeking a job, so they could look after her, who was ill with chronic myeloid leukaemia.

The decision to visit Zohar was precipitated by a call by Leah, the niece who had graduated in Social Services; she phoned me that the best cure for her mother would have been a stem-cell transplant, but Zohar never had a remission after diagnosis, so her own cells could not be harvested, and none of her relatives was a suitable candidate for a donation.

"No relative?" I replied, "Darling, I did not even know that you were seeking a stem-cell donor! Is it possible to have me examined so we may know if I can heal your mom?"

"Of course," replied Leah, "that's why we would like your visit very much, auntie. It would take a couple days to check your compatibility, and two weeks of medical treatment prior to harvesting the stem-cells."

"Would you like to host me for a month? Even if I prove to be an unsuitable donor, I could at least help you look after your mom," I asked, and Leah assented.

There is no reason to describe my last night with Abe and Rina before flying to my sister's (if you are really curious, Rina will oblige – she always enjoys sex at least twice: when he experiences it, and when he tells it); I can only say that I left my dildo to Rina, and bought a clitoral stimulator for me, and electric toothbrush.

Before boarding the plane, I nursed my husband Abe and my daughter Rina,, while they were wearing their toys; then they lowered my panties and put the vibrator in place.

Abe took the remote and activated the vibrator; it was not noisy, but its buzz was audible (that's why I needed an electric toothbrush too), and it delighted me into orgasm. As I approached climax, I sat on the sofa, spread my legs open, invited Abe and Rina to sit on my thighs, and I could not help putting their hands on my breasts, and giving a French kiss each.

After my first orgasm, Abe handed the remote over to Rina, who caused me to climax again. But

I wanted them to climax too, so I told them to suckle me again, but not while sitting on my thighs, but by leaning on the sofa, at either side of me, so, while they were drinking my milk and stimulating me with their mouths (I asked them to stop the vibrator – even when paused its being in place was somewhat exciting) I could operate their toys – stirring Rina's vagina up with the dildo, and grabbing Abe's penis sleeve with my hand.

The results were fully satisfactory for both of us, and we dressed; as Rina complained that her breasts were full again, and I had some time before going to the hairport, I and Abe emptied them, with Rina stimulating my clitoris by inserting a finger beneath the vibrator, I squeezing Abe's penis within his sleeve, and Abe thrusting the dildo in and out of Rina's vagina.

At the check-in I asked for an aisle seat, as I knew that I could not bear a long trip without emptying my breasts and having an orgasm. But I did not take into account ... the meal onboard!

The hostesses brought the meal when I was ready to go to the toilet in order to take care of my ... hygiene, and I had to stay put and eat, while both desire and milk needed discharge.

I had tested just once the vibrator, so I could not be sure that its noise could be perceived, and the manual breast pumps I had in my purse could not be used without showing my breasts to the whole cabin – and having to tell them where was the baby I were supposed to feed.

After ending my meal, and giving the tray back to the hostess, I asked her where could I express my breasts discreetly – as a long queue was forming in front of the toilets – and she invited me to enter the galley. It was not a very clean place, but it was somewhat secluded and noisy enough to drown up the vibrator's noise.

The only problem was the hostess: it was a cute girl who insisted to help me undress and place the pumps on my breasts, and asked me why was not I travelling with my child – I answered her that I was a milk donor, and my children had been weaned long ago.

After having a couple orgasms and filling the milk bags (and storing them into the fridge – I had to live up to my lie) I could go back to my seat. As the flight was cross-continental, I had to go to the galley twice more before arriving.

My brother-in-law was away, so I met Zohar, Rachel and Leah at the airport. I did not dare dispose of the milk bags (I did not really need the milk, but why throw it away? It was my own milk, precious to me!), so I sent an SMS to my sister Zohar after landing and before passing the customs.

Zohar knew about my Adult Breastfeeding Relationship with Abe, so she was not astonished, replied that the bags would have fit her refrigerator well, so I did not really have to worry.

I wanted not to tell my nieces about my (our) ABR's, but Zohar whispered into my ear, while we were in the car (Rachel was at the wheel), that my need to frequently express milk could not be easily concealed while we were in her home, and the best thing to do was "to out", or better, to tell the nieces what I had already told the hostess – in order to have their cooperation.

Such cooperation was easy to obtain: once at home I showed the bags and the pumps to the nieces, and they were more than happy to fix an appointment with La Leche League in order to give them my milk – and rent an electric pump for my breasts.

I pretended that I wanted to keep my hands free while nursing, but the truth was that I wanted the pump noise to cover the vibrator noise.

After having a shower, we dined and I had a breast expression session in front of my relatives, in order to show them the miracle of nursing, and soon after we went to bed.

There was not a free bedroom in Zohar's house, so I decided to sleep with her – as her husband was away. I knew that her sleep was deep, and she snorted noisily, so I could use the vibrator at will while in her bed, or I could get up when I needed squirting, and do that in the kitchen.

Before getting asleep, I could not help thinking the way my nieces stared at me – their gaze was as lusty as a male's! None of the women I had showed my breasts before (except perhaps my daughter Rina) had leered at them as such. What did that mean?

When I was awakened by my full breasts, and I got up to go to the kitchen, I heard somebody moaning in Leah's bedroom.

I thought: "She is masturbating – none of my business," but as I passed by Rachel's bedroom, I saw that her door was open, and the bed empty. I came back to Leah's door, put my hear on to the keyhole, and I was sure that there were two women roving there.

Now I understood why they had leered at my breasts as such. It was a somewhat exciting thought, my nipples got firmer – and I headed towards the kitchen, where I opened my dressing gown and begun expressing my breasts with the manual pumps.

Ten minutes later I heard two girls giggling, and nearing the room I was in. They were Rachel and Leah, who saw the light on and wanted to know why.

Their gaze was as luscious as in the evening, and I was almost delighted by it – by the way, as I could not cover my breasts, I had to enjoy the situation.

My nieces sat beside me, and as they saw that my hands were getting tired, volunteered to action my pumps; I assented and felt that they had watched me closely the previous time, as their pumping was slow, energetic and in sync, maximizing stimulation and minimizing discomfort.

But it wanted a more lively rhythm, so I grabbed their hands and helped press them more swiftly; both the suction and the hand contact increased my excitation, and I saw the girls playing with their necklaces, with their free hands – a quasi-universal sign of arousal.

I gazed at Rachel first (at my left) and at Leah then (at my right) lasciviously, and they reacted pressing their own breasts against my forearms first, and then by putting their arms over my shoulders and leaning their heads over my arms.

Inadvertently Leah touched the vibrator's remote in my pocket, and it went off. I could not stop it, and I could not care less; my nieces tittered, and I told them: "I love uncle Abe a lot and prove it often. Now I miss him a lot."

They stopped tittering, and moved their free hands from my shoulders to my breasts, lightly touching them up to the pump cups (I could not help sighing), and then descending towards my crotch, until they found the vibrator beneath my panties.

They must have had some previous experience of this model, as they were able to adjust it in order to maximize my pleasure, and then told me: "We love you, auntie – we want you to feel good."

My breasts were now empty, and asked my nieces to stop pumping; while Rachel put the milk bags in the fridge, Leah washed my nipples – together they then put the nursing pads in place, closed the dressing gown, and helped me wash the pumps.

Rachel asked me: "Is it possible to lactate without being pregnant first?"

I replied: "Yes, but you need regular breast stimulation. The best stimulation is provided by the human mouth."

Leah took the hint and replied: "We can stimulate each other, and if we succeed, we will donate the milk."

"Good idea," I said, "But I am sorry to say that I prefer the electric pump to the couple of manual ones I have brought. It covers a more intimate noise, and no law forces us to be unhappy while giving."

My nieces assented, and we went to bed.