With this installment, we return to Josie's point of view. ~~~~~~~~~~ As my first semester in Gamma Lambda Kappa began drawing to a close, I had grown quite used to breastfeeding my closest friends. While only a hint of the novelty remained, the sensation of warmth, bonding, and nurturing that came with nursing never really seemed to fade. It was deeply sa...
My cousin Susan was never completely weaned. What I mean by that is, while dependence on her mother's breastmilk as a primary source of sustenance ended about when you would expect it to, it remained as an additional option amongst more conventional snack foods right up until her high school graduation, and even then, the only reason she was ever likely to f...
I'm an 18-year-old aunt who breastfeeds her twin nieces. As if that wasn't unusual enough, my neices are also 18 years old. You see, their mother Dina was a member of a sorority in college that encouraged sisters to induce lactation and nurse each other as a means of intimate bonding. For most participants in this eccentric practice, it isn't really a sexual...
This installment is told from Raquel's point of view. ~~~~~~~~~~ As I drove home for spring break with my sister, I considered how I might manage my milk supply now that I might not be able to feed as much, especially since I couldn't be nearly as open about it at home as I was in the GLK house. It turns out, I needn't have worried at all. My milk-hound of...
The fact that we had already decided to attend the same university made the decision to date Rick much easier. He, the twins, and I were all so close that there would've been a very real temptation to let that closeness wield undue influence on our choice of institution, so we had agreed that we would discuss the matter only with our parents and siblings, ma...
The transition to college was bittersweet. Of course, Monnie, Ronnie, Rick, and I were all looking forward to the era of unprecedented independence and exploration that awaited us on the university campus, and we also looked forward to starting a long journey towards what we hoped would turn out to be engaging careers. On top of that, at least three of us we...
Octopus Jones: Case of The Couch Monster It was 9 am when the action-packed man with the tentacled hands Octopus Jones entered the building of the PIE. No I'm not talking about apple pies or cherry pies. I'm talking about PIE, meaning Paranormal Investigation Enterprise, the largest paranormal investigation office in the world. Stopping by the receptionist'...
I may have created a monster! Maybe the prospect of going without breastmilk for months at a time made my cousin value and savor it even more than she already did. In any case, as soon as I revealed that I had induced myself to lactate so that she would still have access to her favorite snack food, she quickly started indulging in it perhaps even more often...
Chapter 03: The Night before the Wedding Asleep, Ilyana dreamt of the night before her wedding. She retired from the feast prepared in her honor early - lacking an appetite due to her apprehension of the coming nuptials the following day. The Zamoran went to bed afraid of the Turanians and depravities supposedly practiced in their seraglios. She tried mas...
A mere couple of weeks after spring break, I found myself traveling once more, this time with my roommate Wendy. You see, her mother Linda was a professional caterer, and she'd been hired by an old college classmate named Dina to cater her younger brother Kevin's wedding. Apparently, with the event only days away, the wedding singer had canceled due to a fam...