Lakshmi was in trouble. Not horrible trouble... it was more along the lines of pain-in-the-ass trouble. It seemed like her whole life was like that. Things just happened to her that didn't work out well.

Most people would have said the latest was her decision to let Arjun Singh take her virginity. She'd fooled around a little bit on dates and stuff, but nothing serious. Then, at age eighteen, she'd decided in a fit of anger that she should be a woman. So she arranged for Arjun to make her one. He was most happy to do so, except he didn't bring a condom, like he promised he would, and by the time she found that out it was too late for both of them. It hadn't even been much fun, and she didn't plan on doing that a lot more. For her it was enough that she became a woman.

Unfortunately, she also became pregnant.

Her parents shipped her off to her older brother to get fat and have a baby privately, so all their friends wouldn't know about it. They assumed she wouldn't want the baby and it would get adopted and she'd come home skinny and a year older.

If you reflect on the way her parents thought about things, you begin to understand why she made such bad decisions. She had bad role models.

For, in fact, as the baby grew in her belly she grew to love it. It was the only thing she'd ever had that was truly hers. Her big brother was a truck driver, and was gone for weeks at a time. She didn't have a job, or much money for anything other than food, so she had a lot of time to think. And as she sat there, growing a baby, she realized that there were only two people in the world she really loved.

One was her baby.

The other was her little brother Karthik, who was the only person in the whole world who, when he found out she was pregnant, said "Cool. I bet you'll make a great baby." Everybody else was a shithead about it all, especially Arjun, who swore that he never touched her and whose parents threatened to sue her parents if she continued 'lying' about who had knocked her up. They wanted it kept quiet too.

She also did a lot of reading, quite a lot of it about how to grow a healthy child, have a healthy child and raise a healthy child. And she read a lot about a medical condition called Tourette's Syndrome, which her younger brother had. At odd moments he would shout out obscenities or other strange things, and he had tics, movements he couldn't control. There wasn't a thing wrong with his mind, and he was completely aware of what he was doing. He just couldn't control it. His parents thought he was retarded because they were too stupid to read about it like she did. No one really knew what caused it, but some books said that there were "indications" it could be brought on by stress. There was a lot of that at home. The more he acted out the more embarrassed his parents were, and the more stress he was under.

So, when he too was sent to live with his older brother and slut sister, she didn't mind a bit. In fact, she welcomed him. She arranged for him to be enrolled in the same classes she was, for "special" students, which was actually a good thing. The 'Knocked Up and Nut Case School', as the other students liked to call it, actually had the best teachers in the whole school district, and their kids did better on standardized tests than the rest of the 'normal' kids did, for the most part.

So she and Karthik did well in school. They helped each other study. Karthik also became her birth coach. She'd read about natural child birth and the people at the free clinic gave classes in Lilavati Hospital. Karthik agreed immediately to go with her.

Now some might say this was another idea of Lakshmi's that just didn't work out well.

She didn't think so... but you be the judge.

During the classes, Karthik learned to touch his sister in ways he never had before, and in ways most brothers never touch their sisters. He sat against a wall, with her leaning back against him, sitting between his legs and stroked her swollen belly as she practiced breathing. She liked that, which isn't unusual, since most people like to be touched in a loving way. He liked that, because she felt wonderful to him. That led to a lot of touching at home, and one night, when Karthik had a really bad dream that caused him to wake screaming and shaking, she pulled him into her bed where she held him as best she could with a big belly. The next night, when he showed up at her door with his pillow in hand, she just smiled and said "Sure". They spooned, with him behind her and his hand draped over the belly that now held a child he was growing to love too.

It was nice. For both of them. There wasn't anything overtly sexual about it. Not then. They shared warmth, and closeness, and the baby. They celebrated each kick and squirm as the living creature inside her made its presence known, both day and night. They grew used to sleeping together. Their big brother didn't even care. He, like his parents, viewed Karthik as a retarded little boy, even though there was nothing whatsoever wrong with Karthik's mind. So he didn't make them sleep in separate rooms. She was taking care of herself AND Karthik, which left him free to live his own life. That was just fine with their older brother. He made sure they had enough money to get food and clothing, and drove his truck.

One night the inevitable happened, and Karthik's hand slid off her belly onto her breast, which was also swelling. That felt nice too, and she clasped his hand to that breast, so that when he woke up and realized what had happened, he also realized it was OK.

One day they were practicing her breathing, and she sat nestled between his legs, leaning back on his broad chest, relaxed. He slowly caressed her swollen stomach and, on a whim, brought his hands up to cup and stroke her full breasts too.

Somehow it just felt right. Lakshmi liked it, even though every time a boy had touched her breasts before this it was for the purpose of trying to get into her pants. She lay her head back on his shoulder and felt a tingle shoot through her nipples - a nice sort of tingle.

But she was almost due, and the stimulation of his fingers on her nipples caused her milk to come in even before she gave birth. The sting of it scared her at first, and then the stain on her shirt frightened her even more.

She struggled up and took off her shirt and then the heavy bra she had worn to support those full womanly breasts. She and Karthik stared, afraid of seeing blood, but what was welling out of her turgid nipples was creamy and they both recognized it as milk. She stuck a finger to a teat and then tasted. It was much sweeter than she'd thought it would be. She turned to Karthik, whose eyes were wide at seeing his sister naked from the waist up, with her huge protruding stomach and breasts so full of milk they leaked!

He was normal. He saw a beautiful woman in the midst of motherhood. To him, she looked sexy. "You're beautiful!" he said, his voice hushed.

"I'm FAT you moron!" she said in mock gruffness.

"No you're not" he insisted. "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful it makes my stomach hurt!" he said, bending over. Actually, his stomach didn't hurt at all. But his cock had decided that his sister was VERY beautiful and had stood up at attention to announce that. Bending over helped conceal his traitorous cock. He waddled to get her a towel, and when he got back she held out a finger dripping with her milk. "Taste" she said. "It tastes good!" Hesitantly he licked her finger, and the sweet milk spread all over his tongue. It WAS good.

"Wow!" he said. "That's yummy. No wonder babies cry so loud to be fed."

She grinned at him, completely unashamed about her semi nudity. They were so close that to her, it just seemed natural too.

Now he had to be careful. If he played with her breasts at all she began leaking milk and it made a mess. But that only lasted two days. Her time came and he drove her to the hospital in their brother's old rusty pickup truck. Their classes had been at the Hospital, so everyone there knew them. Karthik's tender age was no problem, since there were no adults to be with this poor girl as she gave birth. And the doctor and nurses noted how his coaching helped her get through the contractions. The doctor was so impressed with the young man's attitude that he invited him into the delivery room.

And so it was, that the first time Karthik saw his sister's pussy, there was a baby's head forcing it's way out of it. It didn't look like any pussy he'd ever thought he'd see. Then, like magic, after hours and hours of pain and suffering, there was one last push and the baby was out.

He was a boy and he was beautiful.

When they took the baby home, Karthik continued playing the part of the father, or husband. He loved to watch her feed the baby, and each time he remembered the wonderful taste of her milk. It always made his penis stiff to watch her. When she was exhausted from taking care of the active little thing, he took over, walking up and down the floor, telling the baby stories or singing him songs.

They still slept together, still cuddled in the bed, but she had to get up to feed the baby her breast. He could change little Mark, and entertain little Mark, but he couldn't feed little Mark.

In the middle of one night, Mark was hungry and howled. He ate, but only from one breast, and then he fell promptly asleep. Lakshmi knew that if she woke him up he'd be irritable and then stay awake for an hour, and she was tired. But her other breast was full of milk and it hurt if she didn't empty it. She glanced at Karthik, who lay there watching her. "He only took one breast" she complained.

Karthik made a joke. "I'll take the other one." Which is where we started this story. Lakshmi was in trouble. She was tired. Her breast ached because it was full. She wanted to go back to sleep. If he DID suckle at her breast she could do just that.