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My Sister Breastfed Me: Part 3 As I finally released her nipple, she slowly pulled back, her breast glistening with a mixture of milk and my saliva. She didn't cover herself immediately, just looked down at me with a new kind of intimacy in her eyes. "I'll come back tonight," she whispered, her voice husky as she traced my lower lip with her thumb. "After everyone's asleep... if you're awake, I can feed you again." Then she finally dressed, leaving me with the lingering sweetness of her milk on my tongue and the promise that this wouldn't be the only time we'd share this secret nourishment between us. And a little after midnight, she quietly slipped into my room, closing the door behind her with a soft click of the lock. Without saying a word, she pulled her nightshirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor before joining me under the covers. Her skin was warm against mine as she positioned herself on her side facing me, guiding my mouth to her left breast this time. I began suckling immediately, the familiar comfort washing over both of us as her milk began flowing freely. When I'd finished, she shifted us both down into sleeping position instead of leaving. "I want to sleep with you tonight," she whispered, arranging my head so it rested between her breasts. I fell asleep with my face literally buried in her cleavage, nestled between those heavy breasts that had fed me back to health. The whole night through I slept with my face basically in her tits, breathing in her scent and feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my cheek. She never once tried to shift positions or create space between us, keeping me secured against her body until morning.