Mandy's Milk Makers

It was a pain growing up with my cousin Aldrich, always having to the put up with his comments about my small breasts size. It was not until after I left home and went to college that my breasts began to grow to an almost alarming size. That was when it hit me. My revenge would come during winter break when we both returned home, my revenge would come with him gawking at my breasts… little did I know then that he too had grown out in ways I had yet to imagine…

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“Hey… what are you looking at pervert?” I asked playfully wobbling my tight double C’s in front of his face, feeling my nipples pressing out through the small tight t-shirt. “Noth… nothing,” Aldrich hissed, turning his face quickly away from me as I bent down in front of him forcing him to look back at my large tight rack. “Are… are my large round breasts bothering you that much?” I asked, casting my warm, heated breath over his face as I narrowed my eyebrows.
“No… Mandy shut up,” he gasped, turning away from me as he sat on the living room floor, his hands covering his crotch from my view. “Shy little man… my cousin’s a little closet pervert,” I hissed smiling evilly, only to see slight red hue mask across his face. “Shut the hell up you damn tight, fake titty slut!” he barked. “What… what was that Aldrich?” I asked, scrolling the tips of my hands across the hardened rounds of my chest through the thin white fabric, “Did you just say you noticed how big my breasts were?” I asked playfully, bending down in front of him as I stroked the tips of my nipples while slopping the edge of my tongue down around the exposed flesh. “That’s… that’s not what I,” Aldrich said, his face turning a bright shade of red as he tried not to look up at me, as if trying his best to ignore the hunger, the burning rage of passion, the lustful need to reach up and grab my soft rounds with the tips of his fingers.
“Hmmm… you don’t sound too convinced little cous,” I said pushing him on, remembering all the times when we were younger when he called me flat chested, an ironing board, the rage mixed with revenge bubbling to the surface as I pushed him onward. “I have an idea…,” I hissed, cocking a large smile as I pushed my own hands roughly over my breasts, “Why don’t you touch your cousin’s breasts and cheer yourself up… come on little man, I know you want to, I can see your mouth foaming at the idea of touching these large melons with your own fingers.” I quipped. “Fuck… fuck you, you big titty whore,” Aldrich hissed, running out of the room to his bedroom.
“Not… not that easy,” I hissed following him.