Milking Us

I’ve always envied my identical twin. We may share the same face, but our personalities couldn’t be more opposite. She’s a natural-born charmer, while I’m a wallflower.

After a shared mishap where we end up pregnant and ditched by the same guy, we both find ourselves back under our daddy’s roof. And let me tell you, he’s grown sexier with age. Both of us notice.

Now, it’s a battle of wits and charm to see who can seduce daddy first.

It all starts with breast milk.

Milking us features a set of identical twin females and their hot-as-sin daddy. It has MF and FF scenes with breeding undertones.

First page excerpt:

I waddle out to the porch, my unborn baby shifting with every awkward step. In my arms, the box of my life is getting heavier by the second. The sun’s dipping low, painting dad’s, Leon’s, place in shades of pink and orange. It’s both a safe haven and a reminder of how much my life has changed.

My sister and I are moving back into our dad’s house.

Why? Because we’re pregnant by the same man who is in neither of our lives.

“Let me get that for you, sweetheart,” dad’s voice, smooth and warm, cuts through my struggle. I barely notice him jog over from the porch before he takes the box from me. His hands are strong and sure, as they brush against mine. A shiver erupts up my spine, totally out of place.

“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble, blushing as he plants a tender kiss on my forehead. He turns, and that’s when it happens—my eyes, without my permission, fall on his firm ass. A jolt of unexpected excitement shoots through me, and I feel guilty. It’s just the hormones, I tell myself, trying to shake off the feeling. You’re just super horny, Rachel, nothing else.

A familiar voice breaks the silence. “Whatcha doing?” my sister, Janna, asks, startling me.

“Nothing!” I sputter, my heart pounding. My eyes dart to hers, hoping she didn’t see, and couldn’t possibly know where my mind had wandered. Janna, always blunt and crass, would definitely call me a freak and tease me forever.

“Where are your boxes?” I deflect.

“Dad will grab them.” She shrugs. Confident as ever.

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Milking us has just over 16,000 words. In paperback format, it would be 81 pages.