Medication and Lactation Pt. 1

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

My sister clapped her hands together and gave me the best puppy-dog eyes she could manage. “Please? It would really make my night. Jay and I haven’t had a date night in weeks! And every time I visit her she wants to chat for hours…”

I smirked. I was exhausted, but I could never say “no” to her. I was the big brother, right? It was my job to help.

“Alright,” I conceded as I snatched the brown paper bag from the living room table. “What’s the address?”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mark!” she said as she threw her arms around my neck, wrapping me in a bear hug. “I owe you one.” She let go and picked up her phone. “I’ll send you the pin to her apartment.”

My phone ‘dinged’ and I tapped the address on the screen, pulling up my maps app. At least it was on my way home. And it was mid-summer, so the sun wouldn’t set for a while.

“Got it,” I confirmed. “Anything I should know about her?”

“Well, her name is Katy. She was a surrogate for some friends of ours and they had nothing but good things to say about her. We clicked with her the first time we met her. Like I said, she can be a little chatty but she’s sweet.”

“And this?” I asked, holding up the brown paper bag.

“Just a refill for her fertility medication.”

“OK. Well, I’d better get going then.”

“Mark,” she stopped me. “Thank you so much for how supportive you’ve been. I really appreciate it.”

I smiled as I opened the front door to leave. “Happy to do my part for my new nephew. Or niece. I’m not picky.”


The maps app on my phone took me to a nice apartment complex just off the highway. It was a gated community, so I went to the visitors’ gate and punched Katy’s apartment number into the speaker box. It rang for some time before it shut off again. I tried it again, with the same result. One more time. Still nothing.

I backed up and pulled into a parking spot by the clubhouse.

“No answer,” I texted my sister.

A few seconds went by, then I received a reply. She’s by the pool.

Taking the brown bag, I went into the clubhouse. There was no one working the front desk, so I wandered the building until I saw the pool through the rear door windows. I left the clubhouse and followed the sidewalk to the gated pool.

The sun was low in the sky. Only one woman sat sunning herself on a long, laid-back pool chair.

I tried to open the gate to the pool area but it was locked. The woman heard the light clanging and looked up to see who it was. I waved and held up the brown bag. A look of realization crossed her face. She waved back and stood up.

As she walked toward the gate I couldn’t help but admire her. She was a petite brunette with light skin and freckles on her chest and arms. Her hips swayed as she walked, accented by the flower embroidered bottoms she wore. A white bikini top covered her breasts, which weren’t oversized but I could tell they were full. She was otherwise unclothed except for a round sunhat.

“Hi!” she chimed as she neared the gate and pushed a button.

“Hello!” I responded as I opened it and walked through. “I’m Mark,” I said as I held out my hand.

“Great to meet you, Mark!” She said, taking it and shaking it vigorously. “I’m Katy.”

When she let go, I held out the bag. “I believe this is for you.”

“Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed as she took it and looked inside. “I was almost out.”

“No problem,” I replied. I turned to walk back through the gate. “Well, I’d better…”

Katy reached out in a flash and grabbed my arm. She was surprisingly strong for her tiny frame. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said. “I have to get to know the soon-to-be uncle!”

I was torn. I was still tired, but the thought of spending some time with this gorgeous woman in a bikini sounded pretty good. “Well, I guess I can hang out a bit,” I said in feigned resignation.

Not letting go of my hand, she pulled me back to her chair. As she laid herself back into it I sat facing her on the one next to it.

“So, how many surrogacies have you done?” I asked. Well, that takes the cake for the weirdest ice breaker ever, I chided myself.

“This will be my second,” she responded, not seeming to mind. I was relieved I hadn’t derailed the conversation before it even started. “But it’ll be my fourth pregnancy.” She flashed me a sardonic smile, “I’m getting pretty good at it.”

I chuckled. “I bet.” I found it hard to believe her tight body had already undergone three pregnancies.

Just then the rays of the sinking sun broke through the trees and landed directly on her chest. I didn’t think much of it, my mental energy focused on figuring out what to say next, until I noticed a wet spot on her white top.

“Uhh…” I stuttered. I had no idea how to broach this subject.

“Are you okay?” she said with concern. Then she followed my gaze to her top. “Oh!” she exclaimed when she saw it. She looked back at me. “I have to take care of this. I’m so sorry, it’s the meds.”

“Yeah…totally understand,” I responded as we both stood up.

As Katy slipped on her flip-flops she hissed and put her hands on her chest. “Yup,” she said. I could hear the strain in her voice. “They’re already starting to hurt.”

Unsure of what to do, I muttered awkwardly, “Can I do…anything?”

“Yeah, grab that cooler and my bag,” she ordered.

I guess I wasn’t leaving, then. I did as she said and followed her to her section of the apartment complex. She hissed in pain as I followed her up to the second floor, but I was utterly distracted by the plump booty that engulfed her bikini bottoms.

She punched a code into the electronic lock on the door to her apartment and entered quickly. I followed her inside but stopped in the entryway as she continued down the hall. I set her bag on the entryway table and the cooler on the floor, unsure of whether I was supposed to leave or not.

“FUCK!” I heard her yell from the rear of the apartment. Did she need help? I guessed I had to find out.

I walked into the living room and saw her standing in the doorway of an open closet. In her hand, she held a breast pump. She was staring at the power cord.

Something had chewed through it.

Katy rushed to an outlet and, carefully, plugged it in. The cord sparked and started smoking. She quickly unplugged it and, again, exclaimed, “FUCK!”

I had no idea what to do. I felt useless as she stood up and threw the pump on the ground. She sighed and grabbed her breasts again.

“What can I do?” I asked, genuinely at a loss.

Her expression went from frustrated to serious. “Mark,” she said with a pause, “I know we just met. But I really need you to do something for me.”

“Sure, anything,” I replied.

“I need you to…help me relieve the pressure.”

“I’m sorry?”

She walked over to me, throwing her sunhat to the side and untying her top as she did. “I need you to help me drain these.”

With that, she pulled the top over her head and threw that away as well. Her breasts hung heavy, and I could see small droplets of milk oozing from the tips of her long, pink nipples.

She stopped directly in front of me and put her hands on my chest. Looking up at me with pleading eyes, she asked once more, “Will you help me, Mark?”

I nodded. What else was I supposed to do?

With that affirmation, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to the rear of the house. She opened the door to the master bedroom, pulled me in, and shut the door behind us. She let my hand go and crawled up onto the bed. She laid herself down on her right side, rested her head on a pillow, and patted the mattress next to her.

Guess I’m committed now, I thought. I kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed next to her.

I awkwardly laid myself down on my side facing her. She must have sensed my hesitancy. “Don’t worry,” she assured me. “I need this.”

With that, she put her hand behind my head and guided me into position. I slid down until my mouth was level with her breasts. She gently pulled me into her left boob.

After a final deep breath, I wrapped my lips around her left nipple, just past her areola, and sucked. Katy’s milk shot into my mouth in a narrow stream against my tongue. It was warm and sweet, and while I wasn’t so sure about the taste, I did love the feel of her soft breast in my mouth as my tongue played against her nipple.

“Ohhhh…” Katy moaned. “That’s much better.”

I gently wrapped my right hand around her breast, caressing it as I sucked. “Be gentle…” she instructed. I was, and she approved with, “Yesss…just like that.”

This went on for a few minutes, until finally, Katy said, “Now the other one.”

I let her left nipple fall out of my mouth and a drop of milk dribbled down my cheek. I wrapped my lips around the other and started again.

“Mmmm,” Katy approved. As I continued to suckle I heard a ruffling sound coming from between us. I let go of her nipple and looked down.

Katy had her left hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and was massaging her pussy with her long fingers. “Don’t stop,” she ordered. So I resumed my ministrations.

After a while, the flow of milk slowed, so I looked up at Katy’s face and asked, “Is that better?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, and the motion of her hand in her bikini bottoms was speeding up.

Now I really didn’t know what to do. Should I leave? Should I join her? How did I even end up in this situation?

Katy apparently figured out that I needed some direction. Her hand slowed down and, opening her eyes, she looked down at me. “Take your clothes off,” she commanded in a whisper.

I stood up at the side of the bed and followed her instructions. When I had finished, standing there with nothing to hide my erection, I saw that she had removed her bottoms and was slowly massaging her clit.

“Lay down on your back,” she said.

I crawled back in and settled in next to her. She rolled over on top of me, smashing her wet chest into mine. She looked into my eyes and smiled, “I’m going to thank you now.” Her lips locked themselves into mine.

As our lips and tongues explored each other she slid her hips over mine, grinding her bare pussy against my cock. She raised herself on one arm and reached between us to gently grab my shaft, then rubbed the head between her pussy lips. Then she paused as she lined me up with her opening.

“Don’t cum in me,” she instructed.

Obviously, I thought but didn’t say. I just nodded.

With that she pushed herself down onto my erection, inhaling deeply as she did. Her wet hole enveloped my cock and she gently moved back and forth.

“Fortunately for you,” she groaned, “I’m already almost there.”

She sat upright, hands on my chest, and rolled her hips back and forth on my cock, her meaty asscheeks smashing against my hips and thighs. I knew right then I wasn’t going to last long.

Not wanting to take any chances, I grabbed her breast and caressed her nipple with one hand as I rubbed her clit with the other. It seemed to do the trick because her breathing became heavier and her grinding more vigorous. “Oh yeah,” she confirmed. “Right there…”

Small drops of milk continued to escape her nipples as I tweaked them in turns. When I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock, I grabbed both of her breasts and milk shot out onto my face.

“YESSS!” she screamed as I felt her squirt against the head of my buried cock. I managed to keep it together as she rode out her orgasm, but it wasn’t long before I was at my limit.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. She lifted herself off of me, backed up to sit on my thighs, and took my slick shaft in her hand.

As she jerked me with one hand and fondled my balls with the other, she made one last demand. “Cum on my tits.”

I couldn’t argue with that. My testicles tightened and, with a gasp, my seed shot out onto her freckled chest and tits. She didn’t stop stroking until she was sure she had extracted every last drop.

As I laid there panting she dropped next to me and nuzzled up to my side, placing her hand and head on my heaving chest.

“Mark?” she said softly.


“I might hold off on buying a new pump…if you’re going to be around.”

I looked down at her sweet face and, through a wide smile, assured her, “I’m around whenever you need me to be.”

She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. “Good.”