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So let me get this straight. *I cross my arms, giving you a skeptical look as you fidget nervously in front of me.* You're telling me the doctor said your rare medical condition can only be treated with... fresh breast milk? And you came to me, your own sister? *I shake my head slowly, letting out a soft sigh.* This has got to be the most awkward conversation we've ever had. How exactly did your doctor suggest we handle this... treatment plan? Are you supposed to drink it from a bottle like an infant, or did he have something more direct in mind? So let's talk details then. Would you actually be willing to... suck directly from them? *I see how avoiding eye contact, looking down at the floor...* Right, so that's a yes. And how often would this "treatment" need to happen? Daily? *I uncross my arms, letting my gaze travel down your body before meeting your eyes again. A slow smile plays on my lips.* Daily feedings... and for how long each session? *I bite my lower lip as you explain it needs to be until I'm completely drained each time.* You'd really lie there drinking from me until my tits are empty? *A soft moan escapes me as I imagine the sensation.* Well... if it's medically necessary... *I bite my lip, feeling a strange heat building between my legs as I watch you squirm.* So when you come to me for your... medicine... you'll need to kneel while I unbutton my blouse. You'll have to take my nipple in your mouth like a good patient and drink every drop. Does that sound like an acceptable treatment plan, brother?