TMomL 0045 - Shower, together

"Hehehe…"

The grin I'm sporting, though not big, I bet is a little lecherous. It is coming from the enjoyment I'm feeling as I fondle Liz's big balls of softness. And what excites me even more is the white liquid leaving the moist nipples, the same liquid I have been filling my water bottle with since the start of the school year.

It is something between lust and a different desire I can't quite describe that I'm feeling. The white liquid gushes out like a nutrient-filled rain under the shower.

When we returned home, she pulled me straight into the bathroom after a simple look around. Not only did her heart ache at my somewhat miserable appearance, she also felt responsible and, I think, a little guilty. She must have wanted to take care of me more, to take care of me better.

No wonder she showed fear amidst the different emotions she displayed earlier. I can understand her, and I can understand her need to check every inch of my body to ensure that I'm alright, to reassure herself that nothing truly happened, and no piece of me is missing.

Her medical blue scrubs already give her a different allure, and not the hollow kind that has none of the essence her charm has as a true doctor, an intellectual. The real deal is indeed different from the fakes people try to spice their intimate interactions with.

The way she got naked distracted me away from any remnant of gloom that had been in my heart. From the smooth fair skin that peeked out when she raised her top to the weight she exposed, before she shook her head of long black hair, to not leave it in the same mess as the underbodice her actions had disturbed.

Then she didn't try to adjust the latter. She directly pulled it off, leaving only the full bra wrapping around her chest.

A striptease would have been deliberate. What Liz did was more striking, a simple but heart pounding display of her natural advantages. And she continued by pulling down her pants, then taking off her bra without any help to free the prisoners inside. And finally, she pulled down the underwear which had become provocative despite their rather modest, if only, classy style.

That is how we ended up in the present situation. But while I'm enjoying myself, Liz decides to discipline me.

*Pa!*

"Stop being wasteful."

Liz slaps my hand on her breast and chides me. For a moment, I thought she was upset by my mischievous hands, but now I understand that she just finds it wasteful that I'm sprinkling her milk in the shower.

I pout through the smile on my face.

"Look, sis, your nipples are puffy!"

I squeeze the body parts in question to reinforce my point.

Liz pauses the hand she has on the tap the sprinkler is connected to, and looks down.

"I didn't get to pump the milk out after the surgery. I will do it later."

I pause, then understand. Surgeries take time, hours, sometimes, more than a dozen hours for a single but complicated one. Sis has most probably pumped her breasts empty in the morning, but by the time she planned to do it again, the matter I'm involved in made her run around until now when she finally has a downtime.

I feel a little embarrassed for the trouble I caused her. I haven't wanted to be a bother for her. After she explained, seeing I listened to her and stopped wastefully milking her, she stops minding my hands on her breasts and turns the water on. I glance at her, then I bury my feelings under an impish smile before she can turn back to me.

"But sis, I have to make sure it is not something like an inflammation!"

Liz looks at me with a faint smile full of amusement that is like a pike aimed straight at my dignity. So what if she is the doctor in the family? I stomp my foot in mock indignation.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you the one who said that galactorrhea can be a cause for inflammation? Hmph! I will help you since you didn't pump the milk out of your production factory on time."

With that announcement, I plunge straight into the engorged softness I have massaged, fondled and suckled to the point of causing Liz to turn into a lactating woman.

I gather her nipples together and take them in my mouth. Liz laughs, unbothered, and strokes my hair with almost maternal care.

"You can suckle if you want, why look for an excuse?"

Her soft approach makes me blush slightly under the warm water falling from above. Liz seems to feel it, and her voice softens, along with the movement of her hand on my head.

"You can forget what happened today, I'm here for you."

For a moment, the warmth in the enclosed bathroom doesn't come from the water. But precisely because it is too warm, my heart can't take it anymore, and I turn the embarrassment at being treated like a child into fierceness with which I suck on the two nipples.

I can almost feel the liquid being displaced beneath the delicate skin of the production factories under my hands, before gushing out of the ducts, and into my mouth, like underground rivers hurrying into the ocean.

"Mm! You!"

The exact same taste as the milk I have been receiving through delivery the past few days, more than one liter a day, just with a warmer, more authentic taste. My vengeance works because the puffy nipples in my mouth harden, and Liz can't focus on mothering me anymore.

I giggle at the helplessness in Liz's voice and stop holding her nipples together to move between them alternatively. I only regret that she is an insulator like me. I cannot latch onto the sensations coursing through her body and enjoy them with her.

I feel Liz shaking her head. I can almost feel the soft smile she has on her face even though my sight is taken over by the heavy objects in my focus.

She turns on the water further, then moves to do something. It is only when I get a tap on top of my head of yellow hair and feel something cold drip on it that I know what she is doing.

"Stop moving."

I look up with upturned eyes, then close them to let Liz lather my hair. Since I can get the same experience from when I pressed Emmie down in the kitchen of her house, I focus on the sensations in my mouth, on the taste that has kept me grounded until Emmie got me to stop being bothered by the shade of a past life as a man.