Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
“Uncle Brooks,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please… please touch my cunt. Make me come.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty that vibrated through my whole body. He gave me what I needed and reached between my legs. His fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I cried out.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Just let go for your uncle.”
While he suckled on my nipples, Uncle Brooks worked me slowly, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit before sliding lower and teasing my pussy hole. I whimpered, my hips bucking as he pushed a thick finger inside me, curling it just right. “Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets as he added another finger and then a third until he was stretching me so much I felt pain and pleasure and oh so full.
Brooks kept his mouth on my breast, sucking and biting as he fingered me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’d been edging for so long, and I needed a few more seconds, a little more pressure…
By the time he finally let me come, I was sobbing as relief filled me. My orgasm hit me like an anvil slammed into my body. I was a trembling mess as pleasure washed over me, and I cried out at how incredible it felt.
My uncle kept his fingers lodged in me, thrusting them as he rolled his thumb over my swollen clit. I writhed and gasped as my orgasm just kept going on and on.
And the whole time, he worshiped my breasts with his talented mouth, which made my pleasure skyrocket.
After I came, he crawled onto the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms, holding me close as I caught my breath and my body slowly stopped shaking from the post-orgasmic aftermath.
“My good, fucking girl,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “So perfect and mine.”
I believed him more than anything, but at the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant when he played with my breasts and said, “Soon, these will give me what I crave. What I fucking need.”
8
DOLLY
Weeks later
I woke up with a dull ache in my chest, my tits heavy and sore as if they’d been pulled taut overnight. Although my uncle had brought me to orgasm last night and relentlessly paid station to my breasts, this felt… different.
I winced as I sat up, the fabric of my nightgown brushing against my nipples, sending a shiver of discomfort down my spine.
I glanced down, and my breath caught—tiny wet spots stained the thin material right over my nipples.
What the hell? I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the warmth of my swollen breasts beneath my fingers.
They felt fuller, heavier, like they’d doubled in size overnight. I lifted my shirt and stared at my massive breasts, the blue veins visible under the taut skin. I squeezed a nipple gently, and a bead of witness pearled at the tip.
Oh my God. W-What is that?
My pulse quickened, confusion twisting with something else—something akin to confusion and realization mingling into one.
Seeing the doctor was, of course, at the forefront of my mind, but I felt like I knew what this was. But… that made no sense.
How could I have milk? I had never been pregnant, certainly wasn’t now, and I didn’t think women could spontaneously lactate. Could they?
I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. I dressed quickly, trying to ignore the strange feeling of my chest or the fact I was still leaking through my shirt. I tucked tissue between my cotton bra and breasts and hoped for the best.
After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the barn. The sun was already high, casting a golden glow over the fields. The cows were nowhere to be seen, but something else caught my eye—the milking machine in the corner. It was gleaming, fresh from the factory new, and it, strangely enough, made me stop in my tracks.
My stomach tightened, my nipples tingling at the sight. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling low in my belly. My thoughts were lewd and obscene.
“Dolly,” Uncle Brooks’s voice broke through my thoughts, smooth and deep. I turned to see him walking toward me, his shirt drenched from working for hours already, no doubt.
His muscles flexed with every step, and I didn’t miss how his eyes raked over me, lingering on my chest for longer than he ever had before.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, and as if his attention to my chest triggered something, I knew I was leaking through my shirt once again.
“Uncle Brooks,” I murmured, my voice shaky.
He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the earthy scent of his skin. “How are you feeling?” There was this weird tone in his voice, this deepness that turned me on.