Their Sister’s Milk

Description

I went to extremes to seduce my twin big brothers, and it worked. I was just hoping to get away with not telling them just how extreme it got.

But now the extremes have put me in a situation where my breasts are so sensitive, they can’t touch them. Even worse? Devin is threatening to ban me from going to the upcoming Lumberjack Competition because my giant tits are going to get too much attention and he won’t be able to focus. I want to get them back to normal, but it’s not going to happen in time for the competition. There’s only one thing left for me to do if I’m going to be able to go:

I need to be milked.

Incest Age Gap MFM. Enthusiastic consent from all parties. All characters 18+.

My words are all my own, but my covers are AI. I’m not a fan of generative AI in general, but no model deserves to be linked to this trash story.

Sample

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

I look up, shocked at Devin’s explosion. Not that I really should be. The man is a fucking bear. He always has been. None of us was nearly as shocked with his divorce as we were with his twin, Lucas’s, but holy moly.

“Oh my God, get out of my bathroom!” I shriek back, attempting to push him out. He outweighs me by over a hundred pounds and is lumberjack. I’m a college kid who runs away from the gym. He doesn’t move.

No, he does. Forward. He places his hand on my collarbone, leaving me with no choice except to let him push me back into the wall as he grabs the bag off my bathroom counter and waves its contents in my face. “What is this shit, Evvie?”

“It’s cabbage!” I cry out.

Literally, it’s cabbage. It’s not like he barged into his baby sister’s bathroom to catch her smoking weed. Hell, I wish he’d smoke weed. Chill out a bit. But nope, a bag of cabbage.

He digs into my sundress, one with built-in boob cups so I don’t need to wear a bra, although my tits are way too big for it. He pulls out a crisp, damp cabbage leaf and waves it right in my face. “I told you to stop this shit, and I fucking meant it. You don’t fucking listen, you little brat.”

I want to fight back. I do listen. I’m doing exactly what he told me to do when he told me to stop trying to make my boobs bigger, but I couldn’t tell him how I was making them bigger. He thinks it’s the cabbage leaves doing it, when really, they’re making my boobs hurt less while I get them back to normal.

I can’t tell him that, though, not without freaking him out with the truth, so I stare back at him defiantly.

He’s a darker version of me. Dark green eyes, dark auburn hair, deeply tanned skin from spending his life outside. He’s also as irritatingly gorgeous as he is irritating.

His emerald eyes narrow. “I guess I’ll have to punish you like a brat, then.”

No more warning before he spins me around, hikes my dress up, and spanks my bare ass hard enough I can’t even scream, just sob.

“Devin, no!” I beg, plastering myself against the wall.

He spanks me just as hard the second time, and that gets a choked scream out of me.

“I swear I’ll be good! I swear I’ll stop! I swear.”

He gets real close, his voice gets real low in my ear. His body heat cloaks me. The acrid musk of his sweat from a long day working outdoors fills my nostrils. “You promise, baby girl?”

I nod against the wall.

“Say you promise.”

“I promise,” I gasp.

I hear the familiar snap and hiss of his belt buckle unhooking and his leather belt zipping through the loops. Next is the lower pitched snap of him pulling the belt taught, and then it’s suddenly dropping in front of my face.

“Open up,” he commands before sliding it between my teeth for me to bite down on.

Because the next thing he does is slam his stupidly thick, long cock balls-deep into my tight pussy.