Scarlett and Kat scoured their apartment for the necessary ingredients, cobbling together everything they needed except for...
“1/3 a cup of milk,” said Kat, reading the recipe from her smartphone, “per dozen cupcakes? That seems excessive.”
Scarlett sighed as she pulled her head from the fridge, “And something we don’t have,” she stood up straight and crossed her arms beneath her boobs, “let’s check if anyone can lend us some.”
The two went door to door in their dorm, but none of the students had any milk left. They arrived back to their room, defeated, when an idea suddenly popped into Kat’s head.
“Scar, the solution to our problem was the cause of our problem,” she said, semicryptically.
Scarlett thought for a second, “What?”
“Does Jeff produce milk?”
Both tits and owner were a bit surprised, “No, no I don’t,” they replied in unison.
“It can’t hurt to try and coax some out of you.”
Scarlett looked down at Jeff, “Is this alright with you, Jeff?”
“I should get used to it, in case you ever have a kid,” you joked.
Scarlett sighed, smiling, “Alright, let’s do this.”
Kat got a bowl from the kitchen while Scarlett made a sort of milking platform with the coffee table and couch. Laying across them allowed for her breasts to sag between the gap, leaving enough room for her to be milked. She removed her robe and undid her bra, your large, soft form falling free and bouncing lightly in the cool winter air.
“I still can’t believe those are real,” she laughed, “Even after meeting your brother.”
The two got into position, Kat taking a firm hold of you as she adjusted the bowl’s placement. She squeezed and squeezed, but it didn’t seem to be working. That’s when Kat had another idea. She lifted the closer breast toward her lips, “Maybe Jeff needs some encouragement to get producing.” You blushed as you feel you sister’s nipple press firmly against Kat’s tongue. You tense up inside.
Scarlett went as red as ever as she looked over at Kat, rubbing the nipple over her tongue as obnoxiously as possible. “S-S-Stop that,” she whimpered, though she didn’t mean it. She could hear you moaning in her head, and was close to doing so herself.
Kat’s lips locked around her teat, sucking lightly once before giggling, “Ok, I’ll-”
Kat paused, mid sentence, as she felt a warm liquid shoot into her mouth. Confusion washed away the cheekiness as she suckled again, more of the sweet milk pouring into her mouth. The girls shared a glance of blushing acknowledgement. Kat removed the nipple from her mouth and gently squeezed over the bowl. A quiet metallic ring resonated through the apartment, a small puddle of milk at the bottom of the bowl.
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Kat triumphantly placed the bowl of milk on the table, placing the breast she was holding in her mouth to celebrate, “1 and 1/3 cup of milk: enough to feed 48 people.” She licked over the nipple and you both moaned, a small stream of milk pouring into her mouth.
Between pants and moans, Scarlett wiped her forehead, “It wouldn’t have taken so long if you didn’t keep drinking from the tap.”
“It didn’t take that long,” Kat said, looking at her phone, “Only 10, 12 minutes. Besides, you both enjoyed it.” She took another swig, Scarlett trying to stifle her moan to prove her wrong, but her crossed legs hid the stain she made after orgasming for the second time. It also hadn’t helped that you had been making incoherent noises of pleasure in her head anytime Kat moved, let alone milked you. Kat took the nipple from her mouth and let it sag again, picking up the massive bra and putting on Scarlett, “Anyway, hope you’re not too raw to help in the kitchen now after I did all this.”
Scarlett slowly stood, hands against her warm and still plentiful bosom, unable to summon any words to chastize Kat for her remarks. Her breathing was forced and deep, the redness in her face not hiding how turned on she was. She slowly put her robe back on, trying to touch you as little possible, in case one touch sent her over the edge again. Kat, seeing her friend was in obvious trouble, got a red, cylindrical icepack from the fridge, “On second though, maybe you can sit this one out. You’ve helped enough getting the milk.”
Kat took the bowl and began baking as Scarlett slowly sat on the couch, gently rubbing her puppies over with the icepack. She slid the pack between them and took a deep breath, her heart rate slowly falling back to normal. Your incoherent babblings had also since stopped. She looks down at you, thinking, “(Are you okay in there, Pillows?)”
She felt her puppies tense slightly, before pulling themselves slightly closer to the icepack. She smiled and placed a hand to her calmer mammaries, “(That was fun, huh?)”
They bounced lightly up and down in her bra, indicating a yes. She smiled, “(Are you enjoying your party so far?)”
The icepack sunk between her puppies as they nodded again. “(Good,)” she pulled the warm, wet icepack from between her puppies and set it on the table, “(Kat’s a great cook, so I’m sure she’ll make some great cupcakes for you.)” She hugged you, her face between her cleavage. She whispered to you, “I love you, Pillows.”
Your voice responded from all around her, “I love you too, sis.”