True to her word, Naomi devoted the last three months of her mother's pregnancy to preparing to mother Jiro. Right off the bat she
wished for pills she could take regularly to make herself lactate, which Yukiko had granted. A few days passed from starting on them
and Naomi's breasts began to ache, her nipples becoming dark, swollen and sore. Naomi watched, enthralled, as day by day her
breasts swelled from an A-cup to a solid C; once she wore the same bra for a week just for the novelty of feeling her breasts slowly
overflow the cups. When she took it off they sagged slightly on her chest, quite maturely and inviting for her age. She nearly jumped fOr
joy the morning she woke up to wetness on her chest; she had run to the mirror to see, admiring herself as she stroked her blue-veined
boobs and teased the erect nipples to increase leakage.
After impressing her mother close to term with an extensive knowledge of what to do to ease the birthing process, Naomi convinced her
to have a home birth, with Naomi taking care of her throughout. Her mother's water ended up breaking while watching TV one night;
working together, mother and daughter got Naomi's mom's clothes off and laid her down on the towels Naomi had arranged for this
occasion. Naomi's mom looked huge and swollen to her, engorged breasts dwarfed by the mountain of her belly that held precious Jiro.
Naomi attended to her mother with careful concern and greedy anticipation; this was the culmination of three months of planning and
research. Her mom cried out in pain as her contractions intensified and her belly gradually sank into her crotch, signaling Jiro beginning
to be forced through her birth canal. There were no complications, however; Yukiko's magic had ensured her body had the proper
proportions for a safe birth.
Finally Naomi saw her mother's swollen labia bulge and retreat, as if her vagina were breathing, and she knew Jiro was pushing against
his exit. She instructed her mom to push with her next contraction, and bent down to observe. Hidden by her mother's quivering belly,
Naomi felt it safe to plant a tiny kiss on her genitals and whisper "Almost here, little brother..." Jiro's head crowned as she placed her lips
to her mother's crotch. Slowly Jiro emerged; with a final push and scream, he was completely free of the woman who birthed him a
second time. As luck would have it, his mother fell into an exhausted sleep, spent from the effort and sore between her legs.
Naomi cleaned Jiro off and smacked his butt to clear his airways, causing him to cry for the first time as he was exposed to the outside
world. His sister held him and rocked him in her arms, calming him tenderly. "Shhhh...it's ok, my little baby bro," Naomi whispered with
the care and devotion of a new mother. Jiro continued to cry, but when he opened his eyes he looked up into the face of Naomi - the
first person he would ever see, gazing down at him with pure affection. He smiled and gurgled wordlessly, his earliest memories
imprinting Naomi as his true caregiver. Naomi leaned down and kissed him on his forehead. She rocked him for several minutes and
studied him, intrigued, tracing with her hand the umbilical cord from his navel as it wound its way back inside their mother, connecting
them both. She rested her hand on her mother's vulva and nearly jumped when it throbbed again, short and quick, expelling Jiro's
placenta in a minute or two.
Naomi caught it and examined it with interest. "So this was the organ that had nourished Jiro inside Mom's womb..."
She picked up a nearby pair of kitchen scissors and severed the placenta from the umbilical cord, laying it on its own towel. Holding Jiro
in one hand, Naomi checked to see that her mom was peacefully sleeping. In the other hand, Naomi took the umbilical cord, pulled up
her skirt and opened her panties. Trembling slightly, she parted the lips of her vulva and inserted the umbilical cord several inches into
her own vagina. The feeling was so alien and invasive, like holding a large snake within her, but she felt wonderful - connected to Jiro as
if she were his mother, not her mom. She looked at herself in a nearby mirror and giggled at the novelty - the sight of a teenage girl
rocking a newborn baby, its umbilical cord snaking up under her skirt. She lowered Jiro to her crotch, showing him her sparsely hairy
genitals and tracing the cord from there to his navel. "Congrats, big boy," she lied gently and happily. "You came out of there."
Naomi looked into the immature eyes of her baby brother, saying to herself "It's time." She unbuttoned her shirt and undid the strained
clasp on the front of her bra, letting her milk-filled breasts bounce free. "Want some food, Jiro? My little boy looks thirsty!" she said
sweetly. She tickled Jiro's mouth with a swollen nipple, holding his head to her boob and letting her brother latch on to her. Jiro began
sucking hungrily at Naomi's nipple, and she sighed in ecstasy and joy as her milk flowed. She was breastfeeding her brother, connected
to him by his umbilical cord - important first steps to conditioning him to love her above all others. "You'll love Mommy, Jiro... But you'll
love me even more."
It was only when Jiro saw Naomi cut the cord connecting him to her that he cried again.