Chapter 108: Kouta sucks.

I was the first person home after school let out.  I don’t know if Chikako has a club or anything today, and Ume would be here before six.  Ruru was nowhere to be found, and who I did find was mom, in the bathroom, waiting for me.

“Thank goodness you are here, Kouta!  I need your help.”

“Sure, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to help massage my breast.”

…

“Um, excuse me?  I think I misheard you.”

“You didn’t.  My breasts are swollen, and too hard.  I need to let some milk out, but it’s kind of painful.  If I don’t, I’ll have an issue.”

“Isn’t there a device for it?”

“Honey, those don’t work so well when you are swollen like I am.  Please…” My mother unhooks her bra and her low hanging fruits, swollen as can be, easily upping her cup size by two, are before me. “Just… massage around here.”  She’s pointing to the sides.

I hesitate.

“If Ryo was here, I wouldn’t ask you.  But I just need you to get it started, then it’ll come out on it’s own, and they won’t hurt so much, okay?”

She takes my hand, and puts it on the side of her breast.

“Just squeeze it in a slow motion, okay?  Let’s make sure my ducts aren’t clogged.”

I start with one, and mom is doing the other.

They are quite firm, like an overfilled water balloon with no leeway for the water to shift.  I feel incredibly awkward as I do it, it’s to help mom after all, but I wish Ruru was here to help in place of me.

“Ow.  A little more gently, please.”

It seems I squeezed too hard somewhere.  Once I get the rhythm right, mom says for me to move behind her, and do both at the same time.  My hand gets tired after a while, and nothing has come out.

“That’s strange.” mom says.  “Usually it will just start draining by now.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help.”

“There’s still a way… only…”

“Only?”

“Only you need to use your mouth…”

…

“Mom, even you have to admit that’s pretty…”

“Yes.  I know.  Don’t worry Kouta, you did your best.  It was so much easier when you were a baby.  This happened from time to time, and your father had to do it too.  Otherwise, I couldn’t feed you.  It’s going to be hell if it stays like this, poor Kizuna.”

“Poor Kizuna? Why?”

“If I’m so swollen like this all the time, then the weight is going to rest on top of her, and make her uncomfortable, then she’ll kick and I’ll have a restless night of sleep.”

…

“I just have to start it?”

“Yes.  Just.. get the nipple wet a bit, and suck slowly, but, you have to wrap your lips around the whole thing, not just the tip, and make sure it’s sealed.  Then just use your mouth like a vacuum, but in small amounts of suction.  You have to do it to each one.” Mom instructs me “Just… imagine Ume or something.  It’s okay, Kouta.  You might have to do this for one of them at some point.  It’s a good skill to have.”

“Do… do I really have to?”

“No, but I would like it if you did.  Isn’t it the man’s job to help his women out when they need him?”

Mom guilts me into it.

“Alright.”

She presents a breast, and I try not to look, but it’s impossible to do what she’s asking.

“It’s okay Kouta, just go slow, make sure you do it correctly.  No air once you wrap your lips around it.  You can use your tongue a bit to soften it, so the ducts open.”

It’s so wrong, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong…

My mouth goes over the nipple, then I open a bit wider to get the whole brownish area into my mouth.  When I do, it’s occupying quite a lot of space.

“Be careful with your teeth.”

I can’t nod, otherwise my teeth will scrape her sensitive nipples.

I begin to suck a little at a time.  There’s no reaction from mom.  This isn’t some perverted play… it’s just a biological function.  That shitty old man isn’t here, it’s my job now.

“You are doing fine, Kouta.  Just apply some saliva from your tongue to moisten them now.”

I follow her instructions, and lick around her nipple and the areola, I use my tongue to apply as much saliva as possible on it.  All the while I continue to suck in small increments.  

“Now, massage the sides like I told you, to get the milk moving around.”

So I use both hands, and massage her enormous swollen glands, as I alternate sucking and applying saliva.  It’s a tedious job, and my tongue is working hard.

“That’s right, just like that.” Mom encourages me. “I can feel it a little.”

Okay, I’m making progress.

I must have been working hard for a few minutes, but then I taste something.  It’s very sweet.  I swallow it.  I suck a little more and swallow that.

?

I remove my lips, and can hear the sound of my suction release.  

I squeeze it a bit, and a little fluid escapes these tiny pores on and around her nipple area. 

“Oh, you did it for that one, how great.”

Mom stands over the sink and squeezes a little bit more out.

“Good job, Kouta.  That’s one.  Now, the other one please.  Whatever you did, just do it again.”

Feeling confident in doing it again, I repeat the process on the other one, making sure to take the whole areola in my mouth, and reapplying my saliva carefully. There is a lingering taste of that sweet fluid in my mouth still.  

I suck, and lick, and I suck, but I get scolded a bit for going too fast and not having a good rhythm.  I also didn’t massage the other one properly. “You have to do it properly, Kouta.” 

I give it another try, as it’s really tedious to get it right.  Pregnancy is difficult, isn’t it?  If it was Ruru, I wonder how different it would be to fit my mouth around it and make a seal?

No matter how I try to imagine it, I can’t Mom’s are just on another dimension of largeness compared to Ruru’s.

Eventually, after much licking and application of my saliva with my tongue, combined with massaging the right zone on her breast, and short not-too-rough sucks with my mouth, I feel the sweet sensation in my mouth.  I suck, and I suck, and I keep massaging, getting a good flow coming out.  I have to swallow it a few times, but eventually, I think I got it.

I pull off her breast, and go back to the other.  It’s as I suspected.  The flow is a bit weak.  So I reapply the saliva layer, and reform the seal around her breast, and I suck and suck and the sweetness comes out in just a few, then I suck some more, until it’s coming out at about the same speed.

Then I disengage.

“There, I think I did it.”

Mom doesn’t miss a beat, and when she squeezes, a lot more is coming out that before.

“Wonderful.  Now I can deflate these damn things!”

Mom pulls me into a hug, and my face is resting between those two hard balloons.

“I knew I could count on an expert.”

“An expert?”

“Weren’t these originally Kouta’s at one point?  If I remember correctly, you were a very hungry child, and never liked to be kept waiting for a feeding.”

I scratch the back of my head.  “How could I possibly remember that?”

“Your body never forgets, honey.  Why do you think all men crave breasts?”  Mom says before letting me go.  She then begins humming some catchy tune, as she squeezes out all the nutrients that belongs to Kizuna into the sink.

“Don’t worry, dear.  Milk replenishes fast.  It has a short shelf life, so even if I saved it now, it would only spoil in a day or two.  There will be plenty for Kizuna to drink.”  Did I have a look of concern on my face?  

I’m afraid I never covered the topic of breastfeeding in health class.

“If you feel like it’s going to waste, you can help yourself to a little.  It’s full of vitamins.”

Mom offers me her breast again.

“Are you messing with me?”

“Maybe just a little.”

I put my mouth around her breast, and suck it a little harder.  I get a big squirt in my mouth as my reward.

“Ow, that kind of hurt!”  She says as she bops my head with her fist.

“Oh.  Feel it.”

She takes my hand and puts it on Kizuna who is making a lot of movements.  “I think she’s trying to say ‘thank you onii-chan!’”

I rub my hand over where Kizuna is the most active, and poke it a little.

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“Onii-chan is already doing lots to help you be born safely, don’t disappoint me, okay?”

Mom kisses me on the forehead.

“Thanks for helping.  That’s all I needed, unless you want to help me squeeze some more?”

I shake my head.  The look on mom’s face is pronouncedly different.  Where she looked a bit in pain, she’s got a relaxed look now.

“Nope.  I’m going to go make a soda and see if Chikako has come back yet.”

“Alright.  Any ideas for dinner?”

“Nothing yet.  Let’s wait until the others get home to decide.”

Mom nods, and I leave the bathroom to go make a soda in the kitchen.  One thing I noticed was the taste was much different from the white milk I usually drink after a hot bath.

I wonder if Ruru will let me have a little taste?  Well, I want a taste of them anyway, it doesn’t matter if there is milk in them or not.

When I exit the bedroom, Chikako is already in the refrigerator.  She peeks over it, and gets excited.  The bottle of cherry cola in in her hand, and she bounces over to me, throwing her arms around me.  I can feel the cold bottle through my shirt.

“Onii-chan!  Welcome home.  I guess you beat me, but welcome home anyway!”

Chikako is happy to see me.  

“Want some?” she says as she pulls back, showing the bottle.

“Yes.” I tell her, as I grab my own cup.  She pours a bit into each.

“Kanpai!”  She says as we toast for no reason.

“Kanpai!”  I go along with it.  She’s a very energetic girl.

We drink our soda, and Chikako suggests that we go shopping for the daily necessities.

“Let’s go to DAIZO!” she suggests.  It’s not a bad idea.  It’s mostly a 100yen store, but not everything is.  Still, it’s cheap and we can pick up plenty of stuff for cheap.  I like that she’s okay with being economical.

“Alright.”

“I’m a beautiful lady, so Kouta will escort me, right?”

She’s already hooked her arm in mine.  Well, it’s fine.  Let’s let her be a bit selfish as long as she behaves herself.

Cups in the sink, we head out of the house and to the store.

I get some stares when I arrive.  Maybe it’s because of her hair? It’s an unusual color.  I ignore the looks, and we go shopping.  I’m carrying the basket, and she’s just loading things in.

Toothbrushes, floss, mouthwash, headache medicine, different kinds of female sanitary products, razors, hair ties, chewing gum, squid crackers, rubbing alcohol, phone charging cables, towels, and a number of other things that aren’t worth mentioning.

The basket is full.

We get to the checkout counter, and she tries to pay.

“I’ll take care of it.”  I tell her.  It’s no good to say I will take care of them, and make them pay.  It was the same with Ume after school.

“Alright then, if you are going to treat me, can we get a snack on the way home?”

“Sure, what do you want?”

“Ice cream!  They have the rolled kind a few shops over, I saw it on the way here!”

So we go on an ice cream date.

“Umm..  I’ll have the matcha, and the chocolate, please!” She asks the employee.  A man who is already entranced by her cuteness.

“Comin’ up!” the employee says.  I can immediately tell he’s giving her a little “extra” service.

Cute girls have it the best.  It’s the best unfair rule of the world.

We watch as he pours the liquid mixture on the cold plate, and uses his scrapers to mix and flatten it, until it’s frozen, then he scrapes it up into rolls, and she adds some nuts and gummies to it at the end.  She acts all excited to receive it, and takes a small bite, with a very pronounced ‘yum!’ at the end of it.

The employee got what he wanted.  A happy customer. 

I ordered a vanilla, and at the end I got caramel and chocolate sauce on it.  I paid for it, and we sat down to eat.

“Thanks Onii-chan!  I don’t get to have this too often.”

She’s all smiles.  I’m in a good mood too.  The ice cream is good, though I’m a bigger fan of the soft serve on a cone.  Still, food often tastes better in good company.

When we finish it’s time to walk home.

On the way, we pass the park by the Seven.

“Onii-chan! Want to swing for a bit?”

So we end up swinging.  She’s being dangerous by standing up and holding on to the chain.  I think it’s on purpose, because it’s almost like she’s trying to flash me her panties.

They are white with blue horizontal stripes.

I wasn’t looking, officer!  It was the wind!  Really!

After she’s had her fun, it really is back to the house.

“We can use the upstairs bathroom, right, Onii-chan”

“Sure.”

She takes the bags and heads up to set up everything.  I see mom at the table, and she’s looking better.

“Feeling better?”

“So very much.  I feel like I can breathe again.”

“What took you two so long?”

“Went on a date. Went shopping for daily necessities, had some ice cream, watched her play on the swings at the park, then straight home.”

“See, already the makings of a good Onii-chan.” mom says to me.

I guess so, huh?  I hope Kizuna won’t be so careless showing her panties to any boys though.  I’ll have to be a bit strict with her on that.

When Chikako is done, she asks if she can watch some TV.  I don’t mind.  “Go ahead.”

She puts on something, and mom and I talk for a minute.

“Kouta.  I got a call while you were out.  The divorce will be finalized soon.”

“I see, so dad…”

“Yeah.  He intends to marry her.”

Mom’s smile isn’t gone when she says that.

“I asked what he wanted to do with the baby.   He says he doesn’t care if I want full custody… so, that’s out of the way.”

“Is he going to be listed as the father?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Well you conceived it around the time you left, so you could say it’s not his. That way you won’t have to worry about anything he might do.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“I’m not telling you what to do.  I was just asking.”

“Don’t worry about it, dear.  Your father is gone.  The only person who will be her papa is also her Onii-chan.”

“Didn’t you say you’ll remarry?”

“By then it won’t matter.  I won’t do it immediately.  My focus will be on Kizuna for a while.”

“Alright.  But if you need to, I won’t think badly if you … meet someone else.  I understand you have needs.”

“Thank you, Kouta.  I have what I need for now, don’t you worry.”

Mom holds my hand.  “I’m really so lucky to have a good son like you.”

I smile.  Mom’s happy and moving forward.  I pat her hand, then head over to the couch to watch whatever Chikako has on the TV, and wait for Ume.

We watch something which leads into a Tokusatsu program.  Cycle Z-nator or something.  They all look the same to me now, though I loved them until I was fourteen.  

Pretty soon the door opens, and a body collapses next to me on the couch, and a head rests on my shoulder.  It’s my precious lily who has returned to my garden.

Looking at what Ruru is doing, Chikako copies it on my other side.

I have two lovely flowers on each arm, one of which is no-touch.  Life is good, what can I say?

(Secret 80:  Kouta tried it with Ruru.  Nothing came out, but he had lots of fun trying.  It only made Ruru more pent up when she couldn’t yet touch Kouta!)

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