Sisterly Love
Rose sauntered to Roxy's room, or rather, Darkleer's ranch. The large rustic building taking up more space then it needed. Not in grandeur, simply in quantity, large swathes of grazing land near the mountain now used as scenic fields for Darkeer and her... projects.
Projects like her sister, her sweet, desperate to please sister. Rose sighed, that poor thing, she probbably hasn't been eating. A loud slurping sound echoed as Rose slurped on her Triple Vanilla Mega Thick Milkquake. Poor darling.
Bangles on her wrist jangled as she knocked. As the bigger sister it was up to her to care for her wayward sibling. Like the rest of her team.
Er, which she doesnt do. Because they were preppy losers. Of course.
@mindlessbombshell
"Hmmm..." Rose thinks. "I think not actually. Its the exoticism really." Milk splattered against Rose's outfit, staining it even further. Unlike Roxy, who seemed to reluctant to wear clothes, Rose rarely took them off. Even in the most intense, sweat and stain enduring acts were no reason to take off her uniform. But then again, considering how much of her flared out of her short skirt she could be hardly blamed for her viewpoint. Two years ago Rose could be naked and have exposed less flesh then she did now with her crop top clinging to her milky body.
Despite the lewd display, Rose was getting distracted, even as she squeezed and tugged at Roxy's udder, her love of Roxy's lewd tremblings was secondary to Rose's truest love. Her own voice.
"Think about it, we see breasts as sexual and so we cover them up, but that mostly is to let people understand availability. The bra is really a subtle indictator of consent. Of course verbal consent is key." Rose prattles, a finger pinching a teat as Rose oppened her mouth, drinking Roxy's spurting milk like a fountain. "But cows are known BY their udder, and their spots of course, and are so everpresent a symbol that we see them as sources of nourishment rather then inherently sexual. So while a exposed udder could be considered erotic, its not the exposure that expresses eroticism but the having it. And we can't simply hide it. See clothes sortof frame the mindset you want others to approach you in. My uniform showcases my allegiance to the Schools cheerleading team. Which I'm not associated with since I don't really care about cheerleading at all that's mom's thing. But the school wants to impose those passions on me." Rose shuffles herself backward, her butt cresting behind her as she knelt before Roxy, fully focusing on the udder. "But you WANT to show you are associated with Darkleer, and she does cow research. You are giving away brand recognition by covering it up."
Plus Rose didn't want to.
God dammit, why did she have to be so good at convincing her? Even from a young age, Rose had always been the more mentally adept from the pair. She’d weaseled her way out of, to Roxy, improbable situations that’d only end with her grounded. But Rose always found a way. Not to say Roxy was dumb, far from it, but Rose always just had this knack to her that practically made it impossible for her to lose!
Besides, she was horny and her sister with an ass larger than her body made it hard to say no.
A hand bit her nail. She looks away nervously.
“Ugh, fine, fine… i’ll let it hang. But you’re paying for the outfits! I might have to get something custom made just to fit these, considering they’re… still growing in.”
One hand grabbed Roses head, pressing her onto the nipple. The other free hand pinched on the side of Roses lips, forming an “0” shape around her teat.
“J-just fucking suck me dry. Maybe keep some for yourself too, they’re really.,. filling out your thighs.”
Rose gave a gasp of shock as she was pushed into the udder, her thick lips being cowhandled around the drooling udder. Rose could only give a startled MMPF of protest before milk started pouring down her throat. Sparking eyeshadow glittered as Roses eyes lidded, the sister for once obediently following orders, drinking as much of Roxy's milk as her belly could handle. The already soft pudge hanging lower as it was filled and streached.
Rose rubbed her thighs, the seemingly discreet action causing her hips to wiggle and clap softly as they shuddered in pleasure. There was just so much flavor, and so much milk. cream drippled from her thick lips, splattering the udder as she took both hands and squeezed it, splattering her thankfully waterproof uniform with her sisters love. If Roxy had any doubt that Rose was sincere in her opinions of her udder, they were sure to be thoroughly dispelled.
“God, Rose… d-does that fat ever go anywhere BUT your ass?” Roxy asked, already having a feeling of what the answer might be. Hands dug and groped at her sister’s fat, wobbly, and now sweaty behind with greed and envy. How unfair it was that Rose and her mother always managed to get all the endowments? And now that Roxy herself finally has some, THAT’S when it becomes an issue? She sighed.
It was hard to keep those cheeks stable, she thought, as the clapping noises of the prissy cheerleader grew ever louder with each passing guzzle of milk, and each billowing growth added to her thighs. That creamy substance seemed to never stop flowing, the two wondering if that was even all that bad of a turnout.
But it gives Roxy an idea.
If it grows everyone else so much, maybe it could work on herself too?
“R-Rosey? G-…grabmm…mmoo… grab one of my boobs… and out it in my mouth, I wanan- I wanna try out an… experiment…”
Rose rolled her eyes, even though her eyes were closed. Her ass wasn't that big.
Sure it was a swollen jiggling mass that clapped and slapped as her hips wiggled in pleasure, but... well that was simple genetics. It certainly wasn't getting THAT much bigger. Even if it did feel a bit heavier.
In reality Roses thights mustve thickened a good six inches wider before she was interrupted.
Rose pulled her mouth from the teat with a loud pop, a spray of milk coating her face in a bukkake of milk as she blinked up at her sister. "Oh? Oooooh... She looked at the heavy boob she had once drained, dots finally connecting as her immediate sex haze faded. "Now that I can do." Rose grabbed Roxys breast, using two hands to ensure the immense mount didnt slip throughher fingers, as she lifted it up and over the prostrate woman, letting its nipple poke Roxy in the face. "Drink up."
She blinks at the bits of milk that fly onto her face. Eek! The two are drenched. It’s a little… warmer, than she expected.
The large, elongated nipple is slipped in between her lips. Those plump, black shiny lips bite, nibble, and begin to suck at her own chest. And as expected, that milk from earlier began to blow. It was like she was with the Darkleer again, guzzling down any amount of milk that was passed to her. Except this milk tasted… different. Sweeter, somehow. Even thicker.
She sucks and sucks, drinking as much as Roxy could muster. Each indulgence resulted in a strained, aroused “Moo!” slipping from her mouth as Roxy’s hands moved to grab her other chest to slip it right into her mouth.
As she thought, her body began to grow. It grew ever curvier, rolls of perfectly placed fat forming across her body. Those beautiful milk-orbs swelled even more, veins visible. That tiny yet gropeable udder soon sagged with her produce, and the bumps on her head which had been a sore spot ever since she began drinking the milk in the first place exploded, now perfectly placed cow-horns in their place.
Of course, her ass grew fatter as with nearly every other part of her body. But it could never reach Roses.
Rose was starting to feel a bit put out. Not that she was jealous that her sister was getting fatter and thicker, despite every other sin, Rose wasn't the jealous type.
No, Rose was mad because her sister WASNT PAYING ATTENTION TO HER. Roses hands wandered down, grabbing the growing udder in her hands, the same she spent so long draining, and went even lower still, fingering Roxys drooling pussy. "Rooooxy, dear sister. This is a family gathering." Her thumb idly flicked her sisters clit. "That makes this a team effort."
“A-ah~…” That flick caused a verbal response, leading to her accidentally dropping the nipple from out of her mouth. It still poured milk, although with no takers.
“R-Rosey, I-…I thought you were just gonna drain my milk, whaddya doin’ down there?”
“And, um… was I always this big?” Roxy asked, feeling at the small horns poking from the top of her head. Odd. A tongue flicks out to lick the dribbles of milk on her fingers, plumping her lips up quite a bit.
