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When Jean’s brother-in-law left his wife stranded without her breast pump, she wasn’t sure how to say she didn’t own one. Her husband drained any extra milk during sex.

She saw how much pain Karen’s full breasts caused her and offered her husband’s services, as long as she called the shots. She’d keep things from going too far. Or so she thought until her husband called her over to help.

Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves adult breastfeeding (lactation) and sex between a woman, her husband, and his sister-in-law (including lesbian sex). All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen.



While he was putting out the dishes, Karen came in and spoke to her in hushed tones. “Do you have a spare breast pump? I’m afraid mine is in my diaper bag in the truck.”

A breast pump was not something Jean needed. Not with Drake to drain her dry whenever she wanted. “I’m afraid not. Will you be good until tomorrow? The snow is pretty heavy. I’d rather not send Drake into town.”

Her sister-in-law looked worried. “I don’t think so.”

“Let’s eat and I’ll think about it. Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

They ate in the kitchen. Jean told Karen that she was welcome to stay if she broke up with Colin, and that they would make sure he didn’t cause her any trouble. That seemed to make her sister-in-law relax, but Jean could see the way she shifted her body. Her breasts must be pretty sore.

After they finished eating, Karen excused herself and left the two of them alone. Jean watched her husband’s eyes follow her out and she shook her head. He certainly wouldn’t have a problem helping his sexy sister-in-law out with a milking.

She froze. Her mind tried to reject that as an answer, but it kept popping back up. They had no breast pump and Karen would be in agony tonight. As long as she sat there watching to make sure nothing else happened, maybe this could work. He’d get a huge charge out of it and then f**k Jean blind.

Of course, Karen would probably balk. She should talk to her first, since it was a no brainer that Drake would jump at the chance to suck on those massive melons. The thought of him doing it made her damp. Maybe she could wear a loose robe and play with herself while he did it. That would be kinky.

She excused herself from the table and went upstairs. Karen opened the door at her knock and invited her in. She’d changed into a loose tee shirt and panties. Her long legs were smooth and improbably tanned, considering the season.

Jean settled in the chair by the dresser after closing the door. “I may have come up with an answer, but you might not go for it.”

“I’m pretty desperate. Is it one of the milking machines?”

Jean laughed. “No. That would never work. You have to have something about the same as a baby suckling.”

“What around here could do that?”


Fiction & Literature
August 9
Dirty Girl Publishing
Draft2Digital, LLC

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