Huu…
I feel refreshed. The dirt from my struggle on the rooftop of the school has gone away, leaving me clean, both inside out. And I'm full too.
I smile at the last thought, then ruefully look down at my small breasts. They really look unassuming when compared with what my sister has.
That being said, Tyne has become only a faint image in my mind. At the forefront of my thoughts is the taste lingering in my mouth. That is a taste that most never get to remember, though I wonder if the taste I forgot during the time I was being breastfed is actually the same, or if there are differences.
I look down while still drying my hair with the towel. I compare myself with Liz, and I wonder about something else. Given that she is the one feeding me, quite literally, and in many senses, one of which is quite direct, will I grow to rival mom and her in terms of shape?
*Clack*
The door is opened and Elizabeth comes in, before she throws her towel onto the bed.
"What are you thinking about, Max?"
I look at my sister's naked body, then at my own again.
"About whether I will grow up to look like mom and you."
Elizabeth, Lizbeth, Liz…
Well, I will keep using the last one. I still prefer it to the rest. Anyway, my sister chuckles when she sees my gesture. Fortunately, while I can't compete proportions-wise, I'm not flat neither in front nor at the back. Rather, with the past few months, as I remarked before, Liz is not the only one to have shown obvious growth at the mammae. And with the exercises I have taken to keeping up with daily, my butt is becoming even more pert.
Liz glances at me, then shakes her head with a soft, amused smile.
"Don't worry, you will grow up to be attractive in your own way. Not being too big might actually be better. Come and sit."
At the end, she plugs in the hairdryer at the dressing table.
"Are you saying that to comfort me, sis?"
I sit down before her as I speak. She lets out a soft chuckle, shakes her head.
"Not really. It can be tiring having big breasts."
I look at her through the mirror before me to see the helplessness in her smile. I raise my eyebrows. I forgot to think about that. I just enjoyed the heavy feeling each time I fondled her big balls of softness.
"Then let me help you."
Before she can spread my hair to start drying it at the root, I lean back, then I push my head below her chest. The heavy feeling comes to me, along with the softness that seems able to swallow anything.
Liz chuckles, then taps me on the forehead.
"Behave yourself. Do you want me to dry my breasts too? Or do you want breast milk in your hair?"
"No way! I didn't empty you!?"
My sincere exclamation along with the suggestive words get me a stronger tap on the forehead when I turn to look back.
"Hehehe, your kids in the future will never go hungry, sis!"
"Maybe, but for now, you are the only kid I have to take care of."
She doesn't let me bask in the affection of her words. She starts the noisy device and blows warm air on my head. I soundlessly chuckle, and enjoy the care, a thorough one which lasts for a while.
"Alright, done."
"Then it's your turn, sis. Come, sit down."
I don't let her answer. I jump up and push her to take my place. It is my turn to take care of her, and after a little surprise, she smiles.
"Do you want me to hire a housekeeper, Max?"
I pause my hand in her silky dark hair.
"Why would you do that, sis?"
"I thought that you might not have time to take care of house chores with school and other activities you might want to do. It can help you save time."
"Oh! No need."
Liz raises her eyes up to look into mine through the mirror. She must have thought I would say yes with how I started my words. However, I'm happy with the small world with just a few people I'm living in right now.
One can say I'm having trust issues, and I won't bother denying, even though it is not really, absolutely, that. Though that is something I'm quite entitled to be bothered by, seriously.
"Really?"
"Really, sis. At worst, if there is something, we will take care of it together when you are home."
Liz looks at me for a moment then accepts my words. But I don't want her to pry and find out my issue with having to deal with strangers, and too many people in general, so I change the subject.
"Let's talk about something else, sis. Will you be coming back home more frequently now?"
Liz raises her eyebrows with amusement.
"Really? Shouldn't girls your age crave more freedom? You are instead asking adults to hover around you more?"
I can't help but roll my eyes. Look at who is talking.
"Mom used to tell me to be like his favorite daughter who never went through a rebellious phase. When would I have the time to be a rebellious teenager?"
"Pfft! Alright, it's done. Let me stand up."
I move away from Liz, putting some distance between her silky smooth naked back and my own skin. I turn off the hairdryer and plug it off while Liz moves to the wardrobe to find herself clothes to wear.
"To answer your question, give me some time. I want to do as you said, at least until you forget what happened, but the schedule at the hospital can't be reorganized at will. At least I can't be willful after taking months of leave."
"Sigh… Sis, you are just too gentle. If not for your fierceness today, I would say that you are too soft."
I receive a soft glare when I turn around after putting the device down.
"Humph! I will forgive you this time, but wait and see how I will discipline you if you dare to mock your sister again. You might not be hungry, but I am. Come help me with my bra. I need to put away the milk jugs you have emptied so that I can go find myself something to eat too."