Chapter 6

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Moira Black

I grinned and said, “This!”

I latched onto Mom’s nipple and suckled.

Her breast milk flowed.

She gasped in shock as the creamy delight soaked my taste buds. It was so good to have her milk gushing out of her mouth. It was so sweet and delicious. So much better than that crap from the grocery store. No cow’s milk from me.

Just mommy’s milk.

“Moira,” Mom groaned in shock. “Oh, yes, yes, that is how it used to be. My, my, aren’t we such a wicked child.”

I purred around her nipple.

I suckled hard on her. She groaned as I nursed with all that I had. I wanted to have all that milk pouring down my throat. Susannah slid off the seat and moved before me. I was in my hospital gown, so it was easy to duck her head beneath and nuzzled up to my shaved pussy as I breastfed from my mommy.

“Mmm, just relax, my sweet sister,” purred Susannah into my shaved folds.

She licked at me as I breastfed from Mom. It was so wonderful to have Mom’s fingers sliding through my hair as I suckled from her. I loved the way she cooed as her rich and creamy milk spurted into my mouth. I gulped down the cream.

Pleasure radiated out of my pussy as Susannah licked and lapped at me. She was such a sweet girl. Her touch was so gentle. She drove me wild with her tongue. It felt so good to have her do that to me. I loved it.

I whimpered, my entire body quivering as she licked me. She lapped at me. It was just an awesome moment. I loved everything she did to me. She stroked through my folds, her tongue so sweet and gentle. I loved it.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Mom cooed. “I’m here. I love you. Susannah loves you. Your brother loves you. It’ll be fine. He’ll forgive you.”

Would he?

“He’ll forgive you,” purred Susannah. “My brother’s a good, Christian man. He’ll forgive you. God forgives you for all your sins, too, if you just ask for it and believe in Jesus as your savior.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

Susannah’s words held such Truth to them. Such conviction, though.

She thrust her tongue into my snatch and swirled around in me. I groaned as she did that. It was such a wonderful sensation to feel her sliding around in me. She drove me wild with that tongue. It was pure joy. A wondrous delight.

I was glad for it. So happy to have her tongue flicking around in my snatch. She drove me wild. It was a beautiful thing to have her do that. I was so happy for it. She made me shiver in delight. Her tongue danced around in me.

I gulped down Mom’s breast milk as the pleasure radiated through me. I shuddered as Susannah stirred me up. She was such a wicked thing. My brother had good taste in women. After all, he loved his sisters.

Me and her.

He loved me.

He had to still love me.

I suckled with frantic need from Mom’s breast. I gulped down her breast milk as she shuddered. She stroked my hair and smiled at me. She loved me so much. So did Susannah. I could feel her tongue dancing around in my snatch.

Sable settled down on the other side. “I have to taste that milk, too.”

She ducked her head down and latched on.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’ll be my daughter when you marry Moira,” whimpered Mom. “That’s it, Sable. Drink deeply.”

Sable moaned and did just that. She gulped down the milk with me. We suckled with hunger while Susannah feasted on my cunt. She loved my pussy, didn’t she? She really loved cunt. There was no mistaking that enthusiasm as she danced her tongue around in me.

I loved it, though. She felt so good swirling about in me. Just so wonderful at tonguing me. It was a beautiful moment to feel. I moaned around Mom’s nipple. I suckled hard on her, too. I nursed with all my might, wanting to have all that breast milk flooding my mouth.

“Oh, that’s so good,” purred Mom. “Just so delicious. You’re amazing, honey!”

I was amazing. I was glad Mom realized it.

I suckled hard on her nipple. I nursed on her with all that I had. She groaned as I did that. I swallowed the milk. It was such a good treat to enjoy. It poured down my throat. Every last drop of it. The milk was so creamy and delicious.

“That’s it,” Mom purred. “That’s so good. You’re such a wonderful daughter. Yes, you are! You both are. Drink your fill!”

I shuddered, Susannah’s tongue stroking over my bud. She nibbled on it as I gulped down my mother’s breast milk. I suckled from her teat with hunger. I loved nursing at her. It was so good to do that. To gulped down all that wonderful milk with Sable.

We savored it together. My (fake) girlfriend and I breastfed from Mom like it was so natural. Just a wonderful, Sunday afternoon lazying about the house and gulping down all that creamy delight she had. Mom purred her pleasure.

She enjoyed what we did to her.

Susannah suckled hard on my clit. I moaned, my orgasm building and building. Her lips nibbled on it. She was such a dyke. My brother married a woman who loved cunt. I trembled, enjoying my sister’s tongue stroking over my bud.

“Just relax and cum,” purred Mom. “Yes, yes, just like that. Two of my daughters are gulping down all my milk. You’ll get a chance, too, Susannah.”

“I love you, Mommy,” she moaned and suckled hard on my clit.

“I love you all, too,” Mom purred.

The warmth of her milk and her love soaked through me. Susannah’s love nursed on my clit. It was all so amazing. I burst into rapture. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out to bathe my half-sister’s lips in passion.

I squealed about the nipple in my mouth, so glad for all this pleasure. It was so intense. The heat washed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I loved every second of this. I savored every last moment of this bliss.

It was perfect.

Outstanding.

I gulped down the breast milk as the waves of rapture drowned my mind. They swept over my thoughts and smothered them. I groaned in delight, so happy right now. I could just float away. I shuddered, savoring every creamy drop.

Mom purred her delight as I swallowed her breast milk. Susannah licked at my pussy. I groaned and popped my mouth off Mom’s nipple. I gasped out in rapture as my orgasm crested in me. I felt so good.

Sable ripped her mouth off Mom’s nipple and kissed me.

My (fake) girlfriend thrust her tongue into my mouth coated in breast milk. I groaned as we shared my mom’s dairy delight. It was so wonderful to pass the creamy treat back and forth as Susannah nuzzled at my pussy.

The limo slowed. We were almost home.

My fear washed through me, but these women would be with me. I broke the kiss and purred, “You do love me, Sable.”

“Fuck off,” she said and leaned back. “I was just caught up in the moment. I have to be your girlfriend. Your future wife. I have to love your mother as my own.” She snorted. “She does make a better mother than that bitch that birthed me.”

“Your mother’s lovely,” Mom said as the limo turned onto the driveway.

“A lovely cunt-lapper,” Sable said. “She was too busy being rich to have time for me. They ignored me. Let maids raise me.” She smiled. “I don’t know why they were shocked when I became a sociopath. A sadist who delights in causing them pain. I have to whip Mom when I get home.” Mom sighed, shaking her head.

Wow, Sable was so fucked up.

“That’s sad,” Susannah said. “You should love your mother, Mistress. I love mine.”

“Be thankful you’re Zach’s wife, or I would hurt you badly for that,” purred Sable. “Do something ... permanent. But he would kill me, and there would go all the power I want. So don’t push me, slave.”

“I will if it means helping you love again,” Susannah said. She sat on Sable’s lap. “I love you, too, Mistress. You’re second in my heart after Zach.”

She kissed my (fake) girlfriend. A stir of jealousy washed through me. Fuck, did I love Sable? I mean, I loved fucking with Sable. Teasing her. Playing the girlfriend and mocking her when she did the same, but ... but...

The limo stopped. We were in front of the manor. Zach was inside.

Fuck.

The door opened and Zach emerged. He was naked and stood straight like a Greek statue. An athlete captured in the prime of his life, nude to show off the manly perfection of his body. For a moment, a darkness hovered behind him. Something cold and angry. I shivered and blinked...

Just a trick of the light.

Ms. Denise opened the door. I stepped out in my hospital gown, trembling. I approached him and threw myself to my knees and kissed his feet. My hair spilled over him. I remembered from the bible how Mary Magdalene had poured oil over Jesus’s feet and wiped him dry with her hair. I wished I could do that. Anoint my brother. Show he was my king.

“I’m so sorry, big brother,” I sobbed, the tears coming. “I’m so very, very sorry. I was scared. I was such an idiot. I should have told you.”

“Yes,” he said.

“I won’t do that again,” I said. “I promise.”

“I know.”

I looked up at him, blinking through the tears. They distorted him. I wiped at my eyes as he had such a hard expression on his face. I shivered. I didn’t feel forgiven at all. He looked so angry at me. I had hurt him so much.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, big brother! Anything!”

He nodded and turned. “It’s time for your punishment.”

“Yes!” I whimpered and gained my feet. I followed him as he marched to the stairs. Cosette and Mrs. Haverstone, Sable’s original two maids, bowed low in their slutty outfits. Mrs. Haverstone’s big tits nearly fell out of the low-cut top of her French maid’s uniform.