Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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Very nice and interesting story bro. Pls continue. Nice charector of Sanju.. let her come with this family and make Happy all 3. Waiting for your next update
Update 14
The next few days Raju became disconnected with his family and spent his days wandering or sleeping in his bed. The family, although concerned for his well-being, decided to give him a little space. On one morning, Sujata was sitting cross-legged, her back resting against the wall. Dadaji rested his head on her left knee, his hand cupping and fondling her other breast. Her pallu draped over his face, concealing much of his act and her bare breast. She occasionally adjusted her breasts, which were full of milk, cradling the back of his head with one hand while her other gently lifted her breast to guide him.
Nearby, Manisha was resting on one side, while Raju’s father rested his head on her right arm; her free arm supported Raju’s father as he nestled against her. She cupped her left breast firmly, using her fingers to compress the areola slightly and encourage the flow. “Jaldi piyo, Bhaiya,” she murmured softly when he shifted, her voice both patient and firm.
Raju sat apart, leaning against the wall. His knees were drawn up, his arms wrapped around them. He glanced briefly at his aunts but quickly averted his eyes, the ache of Sanjivani’s incident still fresh. The familiar routine now felt distant and incomplete.
Sujata’s gaze lingered on him as she removed her pallu to show him her free-hanging breast, which Dadaji was pinching the nipple, Dadaji’s head, her thumb smoothing his hair. “Beta,” she called softly, her tone inviting. “Idhar aao, doodh pilo.”
He shook his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. Sujata sighed, shifting Dadaji slightly to ease the weight on her lap. She didn’t push further, letting him have his space.
For days, Raju stayed distant, spending hours under the neem tree or wandering through the house. His aunts exchanged quiet looks but chose not to press him, waiting for him to return when he was ready.
One evening, Sujata found him sitting alone on the veranda, his knees drawn to his chest. She sat beside him, intentionally dropping her pallu to show her deep cleavage and wetness on her blouse.
“Tum khudko, sanjivani ke liye jimmedar, mat samjho,” she said softly, her hand resting gently on his thigh.
Raju nodded without looking up.
“Andar baitho,” she said, stroking his hair lightly before standing.
After a moment, he took her hand and followed her back to the hall. Sujata settled on the sofa, her movements deliberate as she adjusted her pallu on his head and unhooked lower buttons of her blouse. Her breast, soft and full, were exposed to allow her to guide him to her dripping nipple. She opened her legs to hold him between her thighs, gesturing him to choose between the two.
When he did, she leaned toward him resting her chin on his head. “Tumhare liye tumhari chachi ka doodh kabhi bhi hajir hai, agar tumhe mere doodh ke sath khelna ho to bhi tum aa sakte ho” she murmured, her voice calm.
Raju hesitated, his lips brushing the edge of her areola as he leaned in. Sujata held the back of his neck, her fingers stroking his back in slow, soothing motions.
“Pura, nipple muh me lelo,” she whispered, shifting slightly to ensure he could latch properly.
As Raju latched, his mouth enveloped the nipple fully, his movements tentative at first. Sujata adjusted her hold, using her thumb and forefinger to compress the base of her breast gently, encouraging the flow. She pressed lightly against his back, her legs steadying him as he found a rhythm.
Manisha entered quietly, a faint smile on her lips as she saw him nursing. She knelt beside him briefly, kissing him on cheeks. “Hum dono sirf tumhare liye hai,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.
Raju paused, glancing up at her before returning to Sujata. Manisha moved to her own space, settling beside Raju’s father. She pulled her blouse down, exposing her bare breasts, and cupped the base of her breast, her movements subtle as she guided him.
When Raju finally leaned back, Sujata adjusted her blouse and cupped his cheek and landed a kiss on his milked lips. “Kitna pareshan karoge mujhe?” she asked, her tone filled with care.
He smiled while wiping his mouth with her pallu, his body visibly more relaxed.
The next few days Raju became disconnected with his family and spent his days wandering or sleeping in his bed. The family, although concerned for his well-being, decided to give him a little space. On one morning, Sujata was sitting cross-legged, her back resting against the wall. Dadaji rested his head on her left knee, his hand cupping and fondling her other breast. Her pallu draped over his face, concealing much of his act and her bare breast. She occasionally adjusted her breasts, which were full of milk, cradling the back of his head with one hand while her other gently lifted her breast to guide him.
Nearby, Manisha was resting on one side, while Raju’s father rested his head on her right arm; her free arm supported Raju’s father as he nestled against her. She cupped her left breast firmly, using her fingers to compress the areola slightly and encourage the flow. “Jaldi piyo, Bhaiya,” she murmured softly when he shifted, her voice both patient and firm.
Raju sat apart, leaning against the wall. His knees were drawn up, his arms wrapped around them. He glanced briefly at his aunts but quickly averted his eyes, the ache of Sanjivani’s incident still fresh. The familiar routine now felt distant and incomplete.
Sujata’s gaze lingered on him as she removed her pallu to show him her free-hanging breast, which Dadaji was pinching the nipple, Dadaji’s head, her thumb smoothing his hair. “Beta,” she called softly, her tone inviting. “Idhar aao, doodh pilo.”
He shook his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. Sujata sighed, shifting Dadaji slightly to ease the weight on her lap. She didn’t push further, letting him have his space.
For days, Raju stayed distant, spending hours under the neem tree or wandering through the house. His aunts exchanged quiet looks but chose not to press him, waiting for him to return when he was ready.
One evening, Sujata found him sitting alone on the veranda, his knees drawn to his chest. She sat beside him, intentionally dropping her pallu to show her deep cleavage and wetness on her blouse.
“Tum khudko, sanjivani ke liye jimmedar, mat samjho,” she said softly, her hand resting gently on his thigh.
Raju nodded without looking up.
“Andar baitho,” she said, stroking his hair lightly before standing.
After a moment, he took her hand and followed her back to the hall. Sujata settled on the sofa, her movements deliberate as she adjusted her pallu on his head and unhooked lower buttons of her blouse. Her breast, soft and full, were exposed to allow her to guide him to her dripping nipple. She opened her legs to hold him between her thighs, gesturing him to choose between the two.
When he did, she leaned toward him resting her chin on his head. “Tumhare liye tumhari chachi ka doodh kabhi bhi hajir hai, agar tumhe mere doodh ke sath khelna ho to bhi tum aa sakte ho” she murmured, her voice calm.
Raju hesitated, his lips brushing the edge of her areola as he leaned in. Sujata held the back of his neck, her fingers stroking his back in slow, soothing motions.
“Pura, nipple muh me lelo,” she whispered, shifting slightly to ensure he could latch properly.
As Raju latched, his mouth enveloped the nipple fully, his movements tentative at first. Sujata adjusted her hold, using her thumb and forefinger to compress the base of her breast gently, encouraging the flow. She pressed lightly against his back, her legs steadying him as he found a rhythm.
Manisha entered quietly, a faint smile on her lips as she saw him nursing. She knelt beside him briefly, kissing him on cheeks. “Hum dono sirf tumhare liye hai,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.
Raju paused, glancing up at her before returning to Sujata. Manisha moved to her own space, settling beside Raju’s father. She pulled her blouse down, exposing her bare breasts, and cupped the base of her breast, her movements subtle as she guided him.
When Raju finally leaned back, Sujata adjusted her blouse and cupped his cheek and landed a kiss on his milked lips. “Kitna pareshan karoge mujhe?” she asked, her tone filled with care.
He smiled while wiping his mouth with her pallu, his body visibly more relaxed.
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Very nice. Waiting for next update. Pls try outdoor feeding with Raju and bring new charector to breastfeeding. Like wedding function..
Update 15
Manisha’s bedroom was cozy and tranquil, illuminated by the soft light from the table lamp. Sanjeev, Manisha's husband, reclined against the carved wooden headboard watching Manisha, contemplating if he should ask Manisha to let him suck her breasts like other men in his house. He hesitated, it would make him look bad, and she is very short-tempered, might bring it up in future. Sanjeev gazed at Manisha's cleavage as she moved around the bedroom.
As she smoothed the blanket on the bed, she leaned over, her pallu fell, exposing the narrow gap between her very firm, milk-filled breasts. Sanjeev thought to himself, ‘If I would have been Baba or Bhaiya, I would have pounced on her breasts and sucked them dry.' He thought, 'Even Raju can ask her to suck, and she complies everytime’.
Even though their sex life was good, she seemed more interested in her nursing duties. He thought to himself that if Raju's mother had been alive, he would have sucked her breasts day and night, like a baby.
He glanced toward the doorway, and saw Raju standing hesitantly, Sanjeev, thinking why not invite him; she wouldn't make a scene in front of Raju. He inquired, still staring at her breasts. “Raju has been so quiet all day,” Sanjeev murmured. “Sanjivani gave him something he hasn’t had in a long time—a mother’s love. He’s still searching for that comfort.”
Manisha turned her gaze toward Raju, her expression softening. “He’s too young to understand that he can't control the world around him. You are right, we can’t let him carry it alone.”
Sanjeev smirked. “Bring him here. Let him stay close to you. Hold him, feed him. He needs to feel loved.”
Manisha approached the doorway and pushed her hands under Raju’s shoulders to hug him and looked up to meet his hesitant gaze. “Raju, beta, come inside,” she said gently, her voice steady and inviting.
Raju hesitated, his hands resting on his aunts bum. “Why, I'm going to my room to sleep”
Manisha smiled, grabbing his waist. “You don’t need to be alone tonight. Come sleep with us.”
Slowly, Raju stepped forward, his movements sudden and unsure, but he took her hand and allowed her to guide him to the bed. Sanjeev smirking, shifted slightly, patting the space beside him to make room.
“Lie down, beta,” Manisha said softly, pulling her saree over his torso. Raju hesitated, his body tense and uncertain. Manisha leaned closer, wrapping her arms securely around his neck. “It’s all right. You’re safe,” she whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his temple. Sanjeev had something else in his mind, he got up and positioned behind Manisha, leaning on his elbow looking over both.
As Raju leaned into her, Sanjeev swiftly removed her pallu and unhooked her blouse with a flick of fingers. Her bare breast, soft and full, emerged, the gentle curve catching the flickering light. Her areola was dark and smooth, her nipple glistening with small droplets of milk and ready as she guided his head closer with tender hands.
Manisha gave Sanjeev side eye, “Come here, beta,” cradling him against her chest. She felt Sanjeev's penis poking her between her thighs, but didn't asked him to move.
Raju’s breath hitched, his lips brushing against her skin tentatively before pulling back slightly. His hesitation was clear in the way his mouth moved—uncertain, shallow. Manisha cupped the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his hair. Her moments made Sanjeev think she would be angry.
“Don’t pull away,” she said softly, holding Raju's head in one hand and her husband's buttock in another, her voice calm and encouraging. “Continue, baby. Do it for me” encouraging both.
Raju lost in his thoughts, finally closed his lips around her nipple, the first pulls hesitant and light, testing his place. Manisha felt the hesitance in the way his shoulders remained slightly stiff, his breaths shallow and uneven. Thinking that Sanjeev would soon start humping her impatiently, she needed Raju’s total focus on her breasts. She started stroking Raju’s hair in slow, deliberate motions, her other hand patting his back.
As Sanjeev held her leg up and pushed his penis in her, she gave out “ahh” “That’s it,” she whispered, adjusting herself slightly to ensure both were comfortable. Raju, totally engulfed in drinking his aunt's milk, didn't realise his Chacha and Chachi was having sex, he thought she was trying to make him engulf more breast.
Her hand moved erratically but she cradled her breast and held his head, lifting it slightly to help him maintain his latch. Raju clutched her lower thigh between his legs, unintentionally helping Sanjeev to push deeper inside.
Raju’s rhythm steadied as he began to draw more deeply, his pulls growing fuller as did Sanjeev’s strokes. At last she came and pushed out a strong stream of milk from her breast filling Raju’s mouth. Manisha then leaned forward, her arm circling Rajus back to hold him securely, hiding her naked husband running to bathroom. Her chin rested softly on his head, and she pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. But Sanjeev wasn't finished, he wanted more “Come here”. She signaled Sanjeev to wait, “Can't you wait till he sleeps.”
She felt Raju's hand lift, brushing against her collarbone before resting on her cheek. His hand gripped her cheek tightly, as though anchoring himself to her. Raju was asleep, but he still had her thigh between his legs. When she reached out to loosen his grip, she felt his small penis poking her thigh, Manisha’s heart warmed “ You are not a child anymore, I'm here for your needs” she whispered “Let me take care of you”
She moved him to another breast. As his breathing slowed, his body softened against hers, and his grip on her cheek loosened. His lips remained latched, moving in a slower rhythm as sleep began to overtake him. Manisha shifted slightly, lowering herself onto the pillows.
She gathered her saree hurriedly and went near the bathroom. “Is he asleep?” asked Sanjeev. “Fortunately, he didn't realise his Chachi had sex while he was latched onto her breast” chuckled Manisha. Manisha guided Sanjeev to a chair and instructed to sit on it. Sanjeev, wearing only his underwear compiled, manisha removed her saree and sat on his lap facing him, she rested one hand on his shoulder and another guided his penis. Her breasts hanged freely before his eyes, the warmth and steady rise and fall of her chest as she moved up and down, teased Sanjeev to hold them in mouth. She wrapped both arms securely around him, her fingers brushing through his hair and patting his back in slow, rhythmic motions.
“Go ahead” she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Hold them in your teeth.” Sanjeev, knowing her breasts have been desensitised by constant sucking, started biting her breasts.
Sanjeev came and let out a soft sigh, his lips releasing her nipple but his face remaining nestled against her. His breaths were deep and as he held Manisha by her thighs.
Manisha’s eyes rolled back as the warmth of the moment enveloped her. With a soft sigh, she rested her head against Sanjeev's shoulder, her breaths slowed as she drifted into ecstasy.
Sanjeev leaned over, carrying her to bed, pulled the blanket over both of them while inside her. Sanjeev smiled faintly, and started humping her very fast. As he came, he landed a kiss on her lips, holding her hand “I'm lucky to have you,” he whispered.
Manisha, her voice soft and drowsy, murmured, “We’re lucky to have you.”
The room settled into a profound stillness, the gentle rise and fall of their breathing in perfect harmony. It was a moment of pure closeness, a nurturing connection that brought both Manisha and Sanjeev the peace they needed as they drifted into sleep together
Manisha’s bedroom was cozy and tranquil, illuminated by the soft light from the table lamp. Sanjeev, Manisha's husband, reclined against the carved wooden headboard watching Manisha, contemplating if he should ask Manisha to let him suck her breasts like other men in his house. He hesitated, it would make him look bad, and she is very short-tempered, might bring it up in future. Sanjeev gazed at Manisha's cleavage as she moved around the bedroom.
As she smoothed the blanket on the bed, she leaned over, her pallu fell, exposing the narrow gap between her very firm, milk-filled breasts. Sanjeev thought to himself, ‘If I would have been Baba or Bhaiya, I would have pounced on her breasts and sucked them dry.' He thought, 'Even Raju can ask her to suck, and she complies everytime’.
Even though their sex life was good, she seemed more interested in her nursing duties. He thought to himself that if Raju's mother had been alive, he would have sucked her breasts day and night, like a baby.
He glanced toward the doorway, and saw Raju standing hesitantly, Sanjeev, thinking why not invite him; she wouldn't make a scene in front of Raju. He inquired, still staring at her breasts. “Raju has been so quiet all day,” Sanjeev murmured. “Sanjivani gave him something he hasn’t had in a long time—a mother’s love. He’s still searching for that comfort.”
Manisha turned her gaze toward Raju, her expression softening. “He’s too young to understand that he can't control the world around him. You are right, we can’t let him carry it alone.”
Sanjeev smirked. “Bring him here. Let him stay close to you. Hold him, feed him. He needs to feel loved.”
Manisha approached the doorway and pushed her hands under Raju’s shoulders to hug him and looked up to meet his hesitant gaze. “Raju, beta, come inside,” she said gently, her voice steady and inviting.
Raju hesitated, his hands resting on his aunts bum. “Why, I'm going to my room to sleep”
Manisha smiled, grabbing his waist. “You don’t need to be alone tonight. Come sleep with us.”
Slowly, Raju stepped forward, his movements sudden and unsure, but he took her hand and allowed her to guide him to the bed. Sanjeev smirking, shifted slightly, patting the space beside him to make room.
“Lie down, beta,” Manisha said softly, pulling her saree over his torso. Raju hesitated, his body tense and uncertain. Manisha leaned closer, wrapping her arms securely around his neck. “It’s all right. You’re safe,” she whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his temple. Sanjeev had something else in his mind, he got up and positioned behind Manisha, leaning on his elbow looking over both.
As Raju leaned into her, Sanjeev swiftly removed her pallu and unhooked her blouse with a flick of fingers. Her bare breast, soft and full, emerged, the gentle curve catching the flickering light. Her areola was dark and smooth, her nipple glistening with small droplets of milk and ready as she guided his head closer with tender hands.
Manisha gave Sanjeev side eye, “Come here, beta,” cradling him against her chest. She felt Sanjeev's penis poking her between her thighs, but didn't asked him to move.
Raju’s breath hitched, his lips brushing against her skin tentatively before pulling back slightly. His hesitation was clear in the way his mouth moved—uncertain, shallow. Manisha cupped the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his hair. Her moments made Sanjeev think she would be angry.
“Don’t pull away,” she said softly, holding Raju's head in one hand and her husband's buttock in another, her voice calm and encouraging. “Continue, baby. Do it for me” encouraging both.
Raju lost in his thoughts, finally closed his lips around her nipple, the first pulls hesitant and light, testing his place. Manisha felt the hesitance in the way his shoulders remained slightly stiff, his breaths shallow and uneven. Thinking that Sanjeev would soon start humping her impatiently, she needed Raju’s total focus on her breasts. She started stroking Raju’s hair in slow, deliberate motions, her other hand patting his back.
As Sanjeev held her leg up and pushed his penis in her, she gave out “ahh” “That’s it,” she whispered, adjusting herself slightly to ensure both were comfortable. Raju, totally engulfed in drinking his aunt's milk, didn't realise his Chacha and Chachi was having sex, he thought she was trying to make him engulf more breast.
Her hand moved erratically but she cradled her breast and held his head, lifting it slightly to help him maintain his latch. Raju clutched her lower thigh between his legs, unintentionally helping Sanjeev to push deeper inside.
Raju’s rhythm steadied as he began to draw more deeply, his pulls growing fuller as did Sanjeev’s strokes. At last she came and pushed out a strong stream of milk from her breast filling Raju’s mouth. Manisha then leaned forward, her arm circling Rajus back to hold him securely, hiding her naked husband running to bathroom. Her chin rested softly on his head, and she pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. But Sanjeev wasn't finished, he wanted more “Come here”. She signaled Sanjeev to wait, “Can't you wait till he sleeps.”
She felt Raju's hand lift, brushing against her collarbone before resting on her cheek. His hand gripped her cheek tightly, as though anchoring himself to her. Raju was asleep, but he still had her thigh between his legs. When she reached out to loosen his grip, she felt his small penis poking her thigh, Manisha’s heart warmed “ You are not a child anymore, I'm here for your needs” she whispered “Let me take care of you”
She moved him to another breast. As his breathing slowed, his body softened against hers, and his grip on her cheek loosened. His lips remained latched, moving in a slower rhythm as sleep began to overtake him. Manisha shifted slightly, lowering herself onto the pillows.
She gathered her saree hurriedly and went near the bathroom. “Is he asleep?” asked Sanjeev. “Fortunately, he didn't realise his Chachi had sex while he was latched onto her breast” chuckled Manisha. Manisha guided Sanjeev to a chair and instructed to sit on it. Sanjeev, wearing only his underwear compiled, manisha removed her saree and sat on his lap facing him, she rested one hand on his shoulder and another guided his penis. Her breasts hanged freely before his eyes, the warmth and steady rise and fall of her chest as she moved up and down, teased Sanjeev to hold them in mouth. She wrapped both arms securely around him, her fingers brushing through his hair and patting his back in slow, rhythmic motions.
“Go ahead” she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Hold them in your teeth.” Sanjeev, knowing her breasts have been desensitised by constant sucking, started biting her breasts.
Sanjeev came and let out a soft sigh, his lips releasing her nipple but his face remaining nestled against her. His breaths were deep and as he held Manisha by her thighs.
Manisha’s eyes rolled back as the warmth of the moment enveloped her. With a soft sigh, she rested her head against Sanjeev's shoulder, her breaths slowed as she drifted into ecstasy.
Sanjeev leaned over, carrying her to bed, pulled the blanket over both of them while inside her. Sanjeev smiled faintly, and started humping her very fast. As he came, he landed a kiss on her lips, holding her hand “I'm lucky to have you,” he whispered.
Manisha, her voice soft and drowsy, murmured, “We’re lucky to have you.”
The room settled into a profound stillness, the gentle rise and fall of their breathing in perfect harmony. It was a moment of pure closeness, a nurturing connection that brought both Manisha and Sanjeev the peace they needed as they drifted into sleep together
Update 16
The next morning, light seeped into the house. The gentle rustle of leaves outside blended with the faint murmurs of activity within. Sujata sat cross-legged on a mat, her pallu loosely draped over her shoulder, shielding Raju’s father as he nursed steadily. His head rested on her lap, his lips latched firmly to her nipple, drawing rhythmic pulls as her fingers combed gently through his hair.
Manisha entered the hall, remembering the last night and glancing at Sujata. Her eyes flickered to Raju’s father, noting the slight twitch in his hand as it gripped Sujata’s free breast tightly, uneasing her.
“How long has he been at it?” Manisha asked softly, settling beside her sister-in-law.
Sujata sighed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Since before sunrise. This is the second time he is on my breasts. He came to wake me up. I had to feed him in bed, then he waited outside my bathroom till I bathed and latched on again before I could wear my bra.” She shifted slightly, cupping the side of her breast to guide him when his latch faltered.
Sumit sat nearby, sipping his tea, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he watched the scene. “Your breasts are beautiful Sujata, no child or man can resist them. Bhaiya has learned from us, we were as demanding as him to his wife.”
Manisha raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “You? Did Raju's mother feed you? I’d like to hear this story.”
Sumit chuckled, leaning back slightly. “Oh, you have no idea. Sanjeev and I were worse. Raju’s mother had her hands full with us. We’d prefer tandem feeding, one on each side, like it was a competition.”
Sanjeev, content from last night, entered the hall, stretching as he joined them. “He’s not exaggerating,” he said with a grin. “I remember when I first asked her she was shocked and scared. But as she adjusted to our traditions she spent most of the day without covering her breasts. We didn’t give her a moment’s rest. If one of us started nursing, the other would be right there, tugging at her blouse until she gave in.”
Sujata adjusted her pallu, glancing at the two men. “And she just let you?”
“Of course,” Sumit said, his tone nostalgic. “She never said no. She’d just laugh and remove her blouse to make room for both of us. Her breasts were our world—full, soft, and always there when we needed them. Morning, noon, or night.”
Sanjeev added with a chuckle, “And if one of us got there first, the other would throw tantrums until she gave in. We didn’t just demand—we insisted.”
Manisha shook her head with a faint smile. “No wonder she had big breasts.”
“She did,” Sumit said softly, his expression turning wistful. “But she never complained. Her breasts produce milk like a cow. I miss her humming when she feeded me.”
Sanjeev’s tone grew thoughtful. “That’s why we need to adjust things now. Raju needs the same level of care and exclusivity. Baba and Bhaiya… they’ve had their time. It’s Raju who needs the closeness now.”
As if on cue, Raju’s father stirred, his lips releasing Sujata’s nipple with a soft pop. He glanced toward the group, his brow furrowing. “Adjust? What’s this about adjusting?”
Sujata stroked his cheek, her voice calm and steady. “Shh, Bhaiya. Focus on milk. Don’t worry about that right now.”
He sat up slightly, holding her breast in one hand. “You’re not stopping this, are you?” he asked, his tone tinged with unease.
Sujata sighed, guiding him back down with practiced ease. “No one’s stopping anything. Now, come back here.” She cradled his head, brushing her fingers through his chest as she guided his lips back to her breast. “Empty my breasts properly, Bhaiya. You always leave me in pain in the mornings. Or I will have to find my childrens to empty it.”
Raju’s father latched again, his movements slower but still deliberate as he resumed nursing.
Sumit watched the scene with a faint smile. “You handle him so well, Sujata. He doesn’t even realize you’re the one in control.”
Manisha hesitated, glancing at Sujata. “And Baba? He’ll resist even more. You know how attached he is.”
Sanjeev laughed softly. “Oh, he’ll resist, all right. But Raju’s needs skin to skin now. Dadaji and Bhaiya will have to adjust. Pumping milk for them is the best solution.”
Sujata nodded slowly, her hand resting lightly on Raju’s father’s back as his rhythm steadied. “Raju is the priority,” she said firmly. “They’ll adapt. But right now, they’re still part of this family’s care, and we’ll manage.”
Manisha sipped her tea, her fingers tracing the edge of the cup. “If it’s for Raju, I’ll do whatever it takes. He needs to feel safe and loved, above everything else.”
Sumit reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing more than enough, Manisha. Last night, you gave him exactly what he needed. And we’ll make sure he continues to feel supported.”
Sanjeev raised his cup in a small toast. “To Raju—and to you both, for holding this family together.”
The next morning, light seeped into the house. The gentle rustle of leaves outside blended with the faint murmurs of activity within. Sujata sat cross-legged on a mat, her pallu loosely draped over her shoulder, shielding Raju’s father as he nursed steadily. His head rested on her lap, his lips latched firmly to her nipple, drawing rhythmic pulls as her fingers combed gently through his hair.
Manisha entered the hall, remembering the last night and glancing at Sujata. Her eyes flickered to Raju’s father, noting the slight twitch in his hand as it gripped Sujata’s free breast tightly, uneasing her.
“How long has he been at it?” Manisha asked softly, settling beside her sister-in-law.
Sujata sighed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Since before sunrise. This is the second time he is on my breasts. He came to wake me up. I had to feed him in bed, then he waited outside my bathroom till I bathed and latched on again before I could wear my bra.” She shifted slightly, cupping the side of her breast to guide him when his latch faltered.
Sumit sat nearby, sipping his tea, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he watched the scene. “Your breasts are beautiful Sujata, no child or man can resist them. Bhaiya has learned from us, we were as demanding as him to his wife.”
Manisha raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “You? Did Raju's mother feed you? I’d like to hear this story.”
Sumit chuckled, leaning back slightly. “Oh, you have no idea. Sanjeev and I were worse. Raju’s mother had her hands full with us. We’d prefer tandem feeding, one on each side, like it was a competition.”
Sanjeev, content from last night, entered the hall, stretching as he joined them. “He’s not exaggerating,” he said with a grin. “I remember when I first asked her she was shocked and scared. But as she adjusted to our traditions she spent most of the day without covering her breasts. We didn’t give her a moment’s rest. If one of us started nursing, the other would be right there, tugging at her blouse until she gave in.”
Sujata adjusted her pallu, glancing at the two men. “And she just let you?”
“Of course,” Sumit said, his tone nostalgic. “She never said no. She’d just laugh and remove her blouse to make room for both of us. Her breasts were our world—full, soft, and always there when we needed them. Morning, noon, or night.”
Sanjeev added with a chuckle, “And if one of us got there first, the other would throw tantrums until she gave in. We didn’t just demand—we insisted.”
Manisha shook her head with a faint smile. “No wonder she had big breasts.”
“She did,” Sumit said softly, his expression turning wistful. “But she never complained. Her breasts produce milk like a cow. I miss her humming when she feeded me.”
Sanjeev’s tone grew thoughtful. “That’s why we need to adjust things now. Raju needs the same level of care and exclusivity. Baba and Bhaiya… they’ve had their time. It’s Raju who needs the closeness now.”
As if on cue, Raju’s father stirred, his lips releasing Sujata’s nipple with a soft pop. He glanced toward the group, his brow furrowing. “Adjust? What’s this about adjusting?”
Sujata stroked his cheek, her voice calm and steady. “Shh, Bhaiya. Focus on milk. Don’t worry about that right now.”
He sat up slightly, holding her breast in one hand. “You’re not stopping this, are you?” he asked, his tone tinged with unease.
Sujata sighed, guiding him back down with practiced ease. “No one’s stopping anything. Now, come back here.” She cradled his head, brushing her fingers through his chest as she guided his lips back to her breast. “Empty my breasts properly, Bhaiya. You always leave me in pain in the mornings. Or I will have to find my childrens to empty it.”
Raju’s father latched again, his movements slower but still deliberate as he resumed nursing.
Sumit watched the scene with a faint smile. “You handle him so well, Sujata. He doesn’t even realize you’re the one in control.”
Manisha hesitated, glancing at Sujata. “And Baba? He’ll resist even more. You know how attached he is.”
Sanjeev laughed softly. “Oh, he’ll resist, all right. But Raju’s needs skin to skin now. Dadaji and Bhaiya will have to adjust. Pumping milk for them is the best solution.”
Sujata nodded slowly, her hand resting lightly on Raju’s father’s back as his rhythm steadied. “Raju is the priority,” she said firmly. “They’ll adapt. But right now, they’re still part of this family’s care, and we’ll manage.”
Manisha sipped her tea, her fingers tracing the edge of the cup. “If it’s for Raju, I’ll do whatever it takes. He needs to feel safe and loved, above everything else.”
Sumit reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing more than enough, Manisha. Last night, you gave him exactly what he needed. And we’ll make sure he continues to feel supported.”
Sanjeev raised his cup in a small toast. “To Raju—and to you both, for holding this family together.”
Good update. It's time Raju also plays with their breasts. Need more about those scenes.