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Megan's Men

By: SEAWATER1



As Paul lay there, he wondered how he found himself in this situation. Here he was, lying on his bed, next to his wife, Megan, at twenty five, the same age as Paul. Also on the bed was Mark, Megan's younger brother. All three were naked, the bedsheets ruffled, wet with sweat and sperm.

How had this happened, Paul tried to understand.

Today was Thursday. Last week Megan had received a phone call from her parents, asking if it would be ok for Mark to come and stay. He had got into a bit of trouble at college and seemed to be unsettled. Maybe a few days away from home would help him clear his mind. Megan had agreed, and on Sunday afternoon Mark arrived at the train station. He lived about thirty miles away, and had to catch a bus and then a train to get to his sister's house. Paul met him, and then drove him to the house where Megan and more importantly a nice hot meal awaited.

Paul and Mark had always got on well together, with Mark looking up to his sister's man as a kind of big brother.

Paul and Megan had started dating about six years ago and finally married about eighteen months ago.

Just recently some tension seemed to be creeping into their relationship. Work and tiredness and the lack of money seemed to be coming between them, and as a result their sex life in particular was not very eventful. Paul was still keen but Megan didn't seem too bothered and on the rare occasions when they did make love she lacked passion and interest. Paul had suggested spicing things up a bit, but nothing seemed to excite his wife. He worried that she may be having an affair but some subtle investigating seemed to rule this out. The only suggestion of his that sparked any curiosity from her was when he mentioned a threesome.

"Possibly", Megan mused. "What did you have in mind? Another woman or another man. Someone we know or a stranger?"

"I don't know. I was just thinking out loud", replied Paul, slightly taken aback that his wife hadn't dismissed the idea out of hand.

That was about a month ago and the subject hadn't been mentioned since.

Now Mark was here. After he arrived they had dinner, watched a bit of tv, then Megan went to the shop for a bottle of wine while the boys played on the xbox. 

"I'm going to have a bath, you guys. My shoulder's still playing me up a bit," said Megan.

"What's wrong with your shoulder? Getting old Megs?" teased Mark.

"HA HA! Watch it kid or else you'll be on the next train to mum and dad. Just been aching lately. Too much work," she retorted.

At about a quarter to ten, she reappeared in the living room, wearing a dressing gown. The other two were watching some documentary about sharks on tv.

Paul looked at his wife, then stood up. "If you two don't mind, I'm going to bed now. I feel tired and I've still got a bit of a cold. See you later".

Megan kissed her husband, told him she would follow soon and then sat down on the sofa.

Mark went off to the bathroom to get changed, and to fetch the spare duvet and pillow for his 'bed'. His sister's flat had only one bedroom, so Mark was going to sleep on one of the two sofas in the living room, while Megan and Paul slept in their room, the next one along the hallway.

Mark returned twenty minutes later, carrying the duvet and pillow, wearing only a pair of boxers. He sorted out his bedding then climbed under the duvet.

"Do you want some more wine?" asked Megan.

Mark nodded so she went to top up their glasses, popping into her bedroom on the way.

She came back to the living room.

"Paul's already asleep. Ouch!" she exclaimed as she put the wine glasses down.

"You ok sis?" asked Mark.

"Just this shoulder. I yank it occasionally and it really hurts."

"Would a massage help?"

"Would you? That would be good."

Mark got up and moved to the other sofa. Megan stood up to let him sit down, then she sat down again, her back to him, sitting between his open legs. He started to massage both her shouders.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom Paul was not asleep, in fact. He was tired, but could not sleep, so he lay there eyes closed, trying to nod off. He could clearly hear the conversation in the living room.

"Ooh. Aah. That feels good. Oh yes, you're good at this Mark," sighed Megan, as her brother rubbed her shoulders.

In the next room Paul smiled to himself. "If I had a dirty mind, that sounds like she's having sex," he thought knowing that she was having a shoulder massage.

"OH God! Yes that's perfect. Keep doing it Mark," Megan said.

Mark carried on massaging her shoulders for a while, stopping only for each of them to have a sip from their wine glasses.

After another ten minutes had passed, Megan gently lowered her dressing gown off her shoulders, allowing her brother to massage them on the skin rather than through the wool of the gown.

This meant that as he rubbed, he could see the rising of the top of her breasts. He started to get a bit horny, changing the mood of his actions from innocent to a bit sexual. Even though this was his sister he was getting turned on.

He rubbed a bit more then for no obvious reason he moved his right hand slowly down from her shoulder, into her gown and down on to her breast. Expecting her to push his hand away, at the very least, instead she did nothing. He stroked her delicate skin, squeezed her hard nipple. Never before had he seen or felt his sister's breasts. They were small, size 34AA, but he thought they felt perfect.

After five minutes he moved his left hand down in the same way, on to her other breast.

"Mmmm. Nice oh yes," breathed Megan as he fondled her breasts.

Paul listened, smiling at the way her voice sounded as though she was fucking. His mind started to wander, imagining that she was actually having sex and he started to get an erection.

Back in the living room, Mark also had an erection as he stroked his sister's tits.

Megan suddenly got up. "Hold that thought young man," she whispered to her brother. She went into the bedroom, tiptoeing so she did not make a sound. She leaned over her husband, then satisfied he was asleep she went back to the living room.

Again she sat down between her brother's legs but as she did so she opened up her dressing gown and lifted it up, so her bare arse pushed against his crotch. Mark once again fondled her breasts and let his hands wander down her tummy towards her legs. Her gown was fully open and for the first time he saw her tits and lower down a neat tuft of pubic hair.

"Oooh. You don't shave?"

"No Paul likes the hair. He doesn't like it bare."

Paul tried to hear this but couldn't quite make out the words. He heard 'shave' but not enough other words to form a sentence. He had now given up trying to sleep and was lazily stroking his erection, his perverted mind trying to picture what it would be like to see his wife with another man. Even her teenage brother? "I'm sick, " he thought.

Mark's right hand slowly moved down through the soft pubic hair and to his sister's vagina. As his finger gently entered her slit and began to probe she pushed her bare arse further against him, feeling his hard cock pushing at the material of his boxers. 

He fingered her cunt, getting faster and harder as she began to moan, louder and more erotically.

"He's good at this massage stuff!" thought Paul, in the other room.

With his left hand, Mark freed his cock from his boxers so that it was pressed tightly against her arse cheeks. He continued to rub her vagina, finding her clit and make her thrash up and down on the sofa. Her arse constantly rubbing against his cock. She nearly had tears in her eyes as she whispered breathlessly to him "I'm cumming. Oh!!"

As she said this his own orgasm hit, sending jets of sperm over her arse, back and his chest. He could feel her juices on his fingertips as she relaxed, leaning back against him.

"You naughty boy! What am I going to tell mum and dad?" she laughed at him as she stood up, pulling her gown back around her.

She kissed him goodnight. "Never again, " she said wagging her finger at her brother as she headed out the room to the bathroom to clean up.

As she passed the bedroom, Paul was trying to work out what he had heard. Moans, sighs, creaks from the sofa springs and then Megan calling her brother a 'naughty boy'.

"No way. It's just me being sick," he thought as he stopped stroking his shaft and rolled over to try to get some sleep. Megan came into the room, removed her gown and climbed in the bed.

"Goodnight, darling. Sleep well."

The next morning Megan was up and off to work before the other two awoke. Paul was next, leaving Mark free for the day. He played on the xbox, watched some tv and chilled in the small back garden. It was a nice warm, sunny day, so he did a little bit of gardening, thinking it would be a nice way to show his appreciation that his sister and her husband had let him stay. He had been having a hard time at home and at school lately and this break was just what he needed. Although Megan was seven years older than him they had always been cool with each other, her playing the big sister role perfectly. In fact the age gap was ideal because she was young enough to understand still what the teenage years were like but old enough to give advice. However there had never been anything remotely sexual about their relationship, although Mark would admit that deep down all potential girlfriends were compared to his sister, because she was his sort of role model. He liked Paul too, and always enjoyed visiting, although when he did his parents normally came along too.

Now on this sunny afternoon he was doing a bit of weeding, wearing only a pair of shorts, replaying last nights events in his mind. He hadn't planned it or expected it. He didn't know why he had suddenly lowered his hand to Megan's breast and felt slightly embarrassed about it in the cold light of day. He hoped and prayed that it would not change their closeness or make them awkward around each other. He was scared that his whole family would suddenly fall apart because of what happened last night. He had even started to repack his bag, half expecting Megan to send him home when she got back from work. Of course she could have stopped him at any point, but he still felt he was the one to blame.

At about three pm Megan got home. She looked out the kitchen window and saw her younger brother outside. She poured a glass of water and watched him for a few minutes. She had also been thinking about last night, although not as much. She enjoyed the massage, especially as the whole three months she had this shoulder problem, her husband had not offered to help, but a massage was just what she needed. That and a few glasses of wine had made her a bit loose. When she lowered the shoulders of her gown it was to let him get closer to the area of pain but also because it felt so damned good. When he touched her breast she just let him carry on, thinking nothing of the morals. Maybe he needed some release to his frustrations too? What happened after that just crossed too far - she knew that today - and had decided to talk to him and clear the air, also fearing a breakdown in their relationship.

She went outside.

"Hi Mark. You ok?"

"Hey sis, how's it going?"

"Fine. Wow you've done loads in this garden. Paul will be well pleased. Do you want a lemonade?"

"Yeah, that would be welcome. You coming out to join me?"

Megan went to the kitchen, poured the lemonades and took them outside to the garden table. Then she went back indoors to get changed out of her work clothes. She put on her bikini, and covered her skin in sun lotion, then went to join her brother.

They sat down on the grass together and sipped the drinks.

"About last night," began Megan. " It was something we shouldn't have done but the most important thing is that we both try to forget it and carry on our lives as normal."

"Yes, I'm sorry for what I did and I just want to go back to being your annoying little brother."

Megan laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "You're definitely that alright. No don't apologise. It's forgotten. Too much wine. I put temptation your way as well I know that. You're still a teenage boy and just did what comes naturally."

With a cheeky grin she added, "Save that nice cock for someone who deserves it!"

Mark blushed slightly, before thinking of a reply - "Ok thanks. Anyway I think I prefer a shaved pussy but if that's what Paul wants then fine!"

"Cheeky little boy. Anyway conversation over," Megan said, half jokingly but with a sense of authority in her voice.

As they sat there enjoying the sun, Mrs Potts, the neighbour, came into her garden. Hers was the only garden that could overlook Megan's but only if she stood up.

"Hello Mrs Potts. Have you met my little brother Mark?"

"Hello Megan. Hello Mark. I have seen him from my window. He's done a good job in your garden today." With that she sat down. 

For about an hour they sat side by side on the small lawn, Mark listening to his mp3 player, Megan reading the newspaper. Paul wasn't due back for another two hours yet and Megan thought it would be nice if they all went out for a meal tonight. Mark got up to go to the toilet and came back with a book to read.

"What's that book? Harry Potter?" asked Megan.

"No that's kids stuff. This is a horror."

"Oooh get you. All grown up. Kids stuff? I love Harry Potter. So does Paul."

"Yeah? Well there's no accounting for taste is there? I mean we already know that he likes a hairy pussy, " said Mark.

"Mark!! I've said to drop that," exclaimed Megan.

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Silence for a few minutes.

"But you have got nice tits," he whispered.

"No more. I will go indoors," said Megan.

Silence for a few minutes.

"You don't think them a bit small?" asked Megan sheepishly.

"No way man! They're beautiful. Not all blokes want big tits you know. They felt good," Mark said excitedly.

"Thanks. Drop the subject before you get carried away," smiled Megan.

She kissed him on the cheek, whispering "Thanks."

Mark smiled, then kissed her cheek, "That's ok."

Megan kissed him again on his cheek, and as he turned to face her she lightly kissed him on the lips. He responded by kissing her and soon they were locked in a passionate kiss. He held her head as his tongue began to enter her mouth, her tongue responding. As they kissed passionately her hand drifted down to his shorts, searching for his manhood. She was not surprised to feel it hard and clasped her fingers on it, throgh the shorts.

She was surprised when he pulled back from their kiss.

"I thought you said no more," he asked, looking confused.

"Just shut up!" she said as she pushed him down on the grass, locking her mouth back to his and climbing on top of him, all in one very quick and very impressive movement. Her hand once again began to feel for his cock, and once she got it she slid her fingers into his shorts. 

They continued passionately kissing in this position for three or four minutes before she sat up. She looked at him with what appeared animal hunger then moved down him past his feet. As she did this she grabbed at the elastic on his shorts and pulled them down and off him. He was now lying completely naked and erect in front of her. Again she looked at his naked body and licked her lips. As she flicked his cock casually she said "Last time I saw this you were having your nappy changed! It's a lot bigger now."

She untied her bikini top and let it fall off her, her tits facing him for the first time.

She lay down on him again, rubbing his cock with her tits, feeling the tip of his cock getting moist as it touched her nipples. Then she moved her face towards his groin area, opening her mouth around his cock. She kissed and licked and began to suck.

It wasn't too long before Mark began to breathe hurriedly and called out," I'm coming!"

Megan took no notice and continued to suck, feeling his shaft pulsing as it exploded streams of come into her mouth and down her throat.

She swallowed every last drop before resting her head on his tummy, sighing as she did so.

"Megan! I do not know who that young man is, but I know he's not your husband and he's quite clearly not your brother and I would be grateful if you could conduct such matters in private in future!"

Megan and Mark turned and looked in astonishment as her elderly neighbour Mrs Potts glared at them and hurried back into her kitchen slamming the door closed behind her.

"Oh shit!! She saw us. I forgot about her," Megan said, flustered.

"She would have seen your bare back and your head bobbing up and down. Maybe she's upset she didn't see any more. She probably hasn't seen a cock in about forty years," joked Mark.

"Mark!" Megan shouted, collapsing into a fit of laughter.

Mark put his shorts back on and they both lay down, silently, not sure what to say or do.

"Will she say anything to Paul?" asked Mark.

"No she keeps herself to herself. It probably shocked her a bit, but she'll soon forget. I know she's got a bad memory."

Paul got home from work about an hour later, but slightly earlier than he usually did. He'd had another stressful day at work and was looking forward to a nice evening, maybe an early night. He'd had a cold lately and felt a bit rundown. He opened the front door and heard nothing so he went through to the kitchen. He hadn't thought much about last night, mainly because in his mind there was nothing to think about. He had gone to bed and had heard his wife getting her bad shoulder massaged. It was only because of her sighs and moans that he had got dirty thoughts, but this morning when he pictured the scene he had scolded himself for having such stupid thoughts.

"So he massaged her then they had sex. Yeah right you stupid man. That's her brother." he had thought to himself, and that was that.

When he looked out the kitchen window he saw Mark lying on his back, wearing a pair of shorts and reading a book. About a foot away, lying on her tummy was his wife. She was wearing bikini bottoms, but her back was bare, her bikini top lying next to her. Nothing that unusual. During the summer she often sunbathed naked or topless, as their garden was fairly private. Only there next door neighbour overlooked them and she was a bit old and frail. He was a bit surprised because her brother was there but he could probably not see anything as she was lying face down. Megan was pretty modest and was not the sort of person to expose herself to anyone except her husband. So he went outside.

"Hi guys," said Paul.

"Hey. Ok? Good day at work?" Megan asked casually sitting up slightly and placing her top back on.

"Hi Paul," Mark looked up from his book.

The three of them went out for a drink and a meal that evening. When they got back about eleven pm, Paul said his goodnights and went off to bed. Megan and Mark exchanged a look between them after he had gone before she said," I am going to bed as well now. I want to be with my husband. Goodnight."

Mark understood the look and what she had said and knew it was for the best. They are a great couple and so in love and the last thing he wanted was to break that balance.

During the night both Mark and Megan thought about the situation earlier in the garden. Neither slept well. Both knew again they had overstepped the boundaries of their relationship and overcome by guilt both decided there could be no more. Both also felt very horny. Much as Megan thought about putting a stop to such behaviour she also thought about her little brother and his cock and she came as she did so. Mark got an erection as he lay on the sofa. He felt bad because he had somehow got a blow job off his sister BUT he felt good because he got a blowjob off his sister!

In the morning Paul went to work first, Megan was just about to leave when she heard sounds from the living room.


Megan's Men



"Hey Mark. I'm just going to work now. Have a good day. Listen babe I love you and I won't do anything like I did yesterday ok. No more. Let's not even mention it. Ok," she blurted out.

Mark was a bit shocked by her outburst but knew where she was coming from.

Mark had a restless day. He knew his sister had meant what she said this morning and knew she was right to say it but that didn't stop him reliving the memory of is blowjob the previous day. He wanked about four times during the course of the day. His sister was due home about five pm today so at a quarter to, he left a note in the kitchen and went out.

Megan got home shortly after and was surprised to find the flat empty. She saw a note;

HEY GUYS. BIT BORED TODAY. GONE TO THE CINEMA. YOU PROBABLY DON'T WANT ME HANGING AROUND GETTING UNDER YOUR FEET ALL THE TIME. BACK ABOUT 9. LOVE YA!!!

Paul got home and he and Megan had a lovely quiet evening watching tv and a nice romantic dinner. Mark was home much later than his note said and they were in bed asleep when they heard him come back. Paul slept in a pair of pyjama bottoms but his wife always slept naked and as they had slept the cover had pushed down to about tummy height.

Mark turned on the hallway light, then knocked lightly on their bedroom door.

"Hi," said Paul. Mark took this as a sign that it was ok to come and pushed the door open. As the door opened both Mark and the illumination from the hallway entered the room. Paul and Megan both smiled at Mark as he stood in the doorway and in whispered tones asked about his evening. Paul realised at this point that both his wife's breasts were uncovered and it would have been impossible for his brother not to see them. As Megan and Mark exchanged this short conversation Paul assumed that she would pull up the covers to protect her modesty. When she didn't he thought maybe he should, but then doubt crossed his mind, thinking that maybe Mark couldn't see and moving the covers would actually highlight the situation.

Mark left, Paul leaned over and kissed his wife and whispered, "I think we forgot to cover ourselves up. Do you think he saw your tits?"

"Oh fuck," replied Megan. " No it's dark. I doubt it. Anyway he's my brother, he wouldn't look at them."

Megan and Paul both tried to sleep over the next couple of hours. He couldn't, feeling slightly aroused by the idea of someone else seeing her tits, even her brother. She couldn't, knowing that her brother had got another eyeful of her chest. Eventually she could take no more. Checking to see if her husband was asleep, she edged out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room. She stood in the hallway, naked, frozen by fear and excitement and uncertainty. Paul wasn't asleep and watched as his wife crept out of the room, despite the darkness he could see she was naked. His thoughts were that she was going to the toilet but he still thought it strange that with a guest in their home she hadn't covered up.

He was even more shocked when he heard her slip into the living room, as the door had a little creak he knew she had gone in there. He then heard her whispering to Mark.

Megan slipped into the living room where her brother was. He also could not sleep, although today had been uneventful, his thoughts still dominated by what had happened this week between his sister and himself.

"Shh Mark," Megan whispered as she slipped underneath Mark's duvet. As she expected he was nude.

"Megan." Mark didn't know what else to say or do.

"Shhhhh," she repeated. Her hand found his cock which instantly sprang to life. She stroked and with her other hand she took hold of his hand and placed it on her chest.

"I just need this. Don't think, don't judge, just lie there," she said, hushed but also emotional.

She continued to stroke his cock, getting faster and faster. Before long his balls filled up and then sent jets of sperm out of the end of his shaft, most of which landed on Megan's tummy and hand. She smiled, kissed him hard on the lips then rubbed the come from her hands and tummy all over her tits.

While this was happening Paul had silently climbed out of bed and crept into the hallway, where he stood outside the living room door, which was two thirds open. He peered into the darkness, just able to see his wife under the same duvet as her brother. He cocked his ear to hear any words but not a lot was being said. He could see the movement under the duvet so knew they were both awake, but couldn't tell what they were doing. Whatever it was though this was an extremely unusual situation, he thought, one that really did need explaining. But he had to move sharpish as he heard Megan say goodnight Mark and climb off the sofa. Paul rushed back to bed and pretented to be asleep just as she came back to bed. As she lay down Paul cuddled her, noticing that her bare chest and stomach were covered in a sticky substance.

Next day, Paul left for work first, before Megan, who also left before Mark had woken up. They both left for work early for the same reason - they both wanted to leave work early! Megan had decided that she needed to talk to Mark and send him home, feeling that would be best. Paul wanted to try and catch the other two because he was sure something had happened last night.

"She lay naked next to him on the sofa and came back to bed covered in sperm!" he played this thought over and over in his mind. Brother and sister! Disgusting. Sick. Perverted. Can't be true. Must be some innocent explanation. All these things occupied his head all day.

Megan came home at three, to find Mark in the garden, as he had been on monday. 

"We need to talk. Can you come indoors?"

Mark sighed. He had been expecting this. In the kitchen, Megan was in her work clothes, big glass of wine in her hand. Not one for him.

"Right. Don't talk, just listen. Please," she said, clearly close to tears.

"I love you. You're my brother. I love mum and dad. I love grandma. I love my family. But that's family. We are there through thick and thin. I am afraid that some massive earthquake could erupt through our family and ruin everything. How can I look at our parents or grandma, if they find out about my actions this week? I couldn't. I'd rather die. And that's just it, they are my actions. My behaviour. Not yours. I encouraged you. I could have stopped you sunday night. I thought I'd sorted it monday afternoon. Then I went and sucked...... well you know. Then last night, again it was all my doing. Everyone was where they should be, but I went and screwed it all up. If you must know, Paul and I are not making love much at the moment. He's under pressure at work, and there's a bloke a work that I really fancy. Nothing at all has happened between us. He doesn't even look at me, but I can't stop thinking about him. It made me think about Paul and my marriage, and though I love him I don't think I fancy him anymore and I'm scared of missing out on excitement because I've been with just one bloke, Paul, since I was a teenager. I think I'm too young to settle down. So my sex life is shit. Then you turn up. So kind and so loving. Devoted to me. Massage me when I am in pain. But you're young and fit and free. All the things I'm not. I needed to do this, to release my tensions. I was going to hire an escort just to fuck me mad. It's what I need. Then here's this young man with his hands on my shoulders, lying in my garden in a pair of shorts, staring at my tits as I lie in bed with my husband. And everytime those things happened I needed to get myself off. Do you understand? Just one problem - this young man in those situations is my brother. So I am turned on big time, want to be fucked stupid but you're my brother. Oh shit!" And with that she started to cry. And she cried for ages, still doing so when Paul came home.

He opened the door quietly, hoping to come home and catch them doing something they shouldn't be doing, or maybe being completely normal, so he could get an answer to his doubts. But this he wasn't prepared for. His wife crying uncontrollably, his brother trying to comfort her but unsuccessfully.

"Megan! What is it darling? Mark?" shouted Paul.

Mark moved away, "I think you guys had better talk. Megan , just tell him what you told me, please."

Mark left the kitchen, put on a shirt and some shoes and went out. He stayed out the rest of the day, not daring to return till just after 10pm.

He opened the door, afraid of what awaited him. All the lights were off, but from the bedroom was a flickering. Also from the bedroom was the sound of a woman's moans and screams. Mark smiled a bit as he crept towards there bedroom door. He looked in, seeing the room was lit by about a dozen candles. Megan was on the bed, naked, her hands tied to the bedposts, her eyes blindfolded. Paul was on top of her, naked, his hard cock pummelling in and out of her gaping wide cunt.

"She's getting fucked stupid, just like she wanted," he thought to himself, knowingly. He was happy and content that everything seemed ok between them, and that he could go to bed and sleep easily. But..... actually he just couldn't take his eyes off them fucking.

"She really does have beautiful tits. I hope I get a girlfriend with tits like that. If only she would shave her bush," he thought as he moved his hand towards his trousers.

Next morning, Mark woke up to silence. The other two had both left for work, but there was a note in the kitchen;

MARK.

I THINK IT IS BEST IF YOU GO HOME TODAY. IT'S OK BETWEEN PAUL AND I, BUT WE NEED SOME SPACE. I THINK IT'S ALSO GOOD IF YOU AND I HAVE A BREAK - YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! THEN WE CAN RETURN TO NORMAL

LOVE MEGS XXXX

PS I WILL BE BACK ABOUT 2PM TO TAKE YOU TO THE STATION.

Mark was ok with this, glad that his sister had sorted out her problems. During her rant yesterday he had understood that it was her sexual frustrations coming to the boil, and not some lust for her own brother that had led to those events. He was quite glad about this, as he wanted her to be his sister forever, and not to ruin things. Nice blowjob though. That would feed his wanking needs for a long time though.

At two pm, Megan came home. They had a cup of tea and a chat, avoiding talking about anything controversial. Then Mark went to Megan's bedroom where he had left his packed bag, to put on a fresh shirt before he left. As he stood there changing, Megan came up to him and cuddled him.

"I love you. Thanks for all your help and sorry if I freaked you out," she said, kissing his lips.

"It's fine. Never to be mentioned again," he whispered.

She kissed him again, and again, getting more passionate. He responded, by putting his arms around her waist, and pulling her in to him tightly, so her body pressed against him, and as her crotch pushed against his, she could feel his erect cock.

"Oh fuck I love you sis."

"We are not supposed to be doing this," she said, but not really protesting.

Megan pulled away, and left the room. Mark assumed she had seen sense and had gone to get the car keys.

Megan walked back into the room, stark naked. Mark stared. "You really do have a beautiful body," he said as he moved towards her. He kissed her nipples, moving from one to the other, his hand then sliding towards her waist. She tugged at his trousers, undoing them then pulling them and his boxers down, freeing his stiff member.. Naked, they fell onto her bed, exploring every inch of each others bodies with their hands and mouths. Megan pushed Mark onto his back, and straddled him. She kept her vagina just out of reach of the top of his twitching shaft before slowly lowering towards him. Every time his tip touched her dripping wet lips she raised up again, teasing him. The she lowered until the end of his cock was engorged by her fanny lips, and again she raised up slightly. Every time she came down she allowed a little bit more of his cock inside her until eventually he could go no further. They rocked in unison, their hips pushing against each other.

"Oh fuck, yes that's it. Fuck you you're the best. Fuck Fuck FUCK!!! You cunt I'm cumming. Oh shit yes!" Megan screamed as she rode her little brother's cock.

"Oh Megan!!"

"Fuck!!!! Shit. FUCK FUCK YES THAT'S IT FUCK ME FUCK ME OH FUCK YOUR SISTER CUM IN ME YES!!!!!!"

Megan exploded her juices and almost at the same time Mark shot his semen right into her cunt. They collapsed side by side, his cock deflating but still inside her.

"You shit.That's the best fuck. You cunt you made me come," she said breathlessly, as Mark kissed her.

"Oh Megan. You're the best."

"You shit. I fucking love you. You and your cock."

She got up and went over to the window, opening it.

"Did you hear that Mrs Potts. I love my brother and I love his cock and I just fucked him!!! In fact I don't care who hears me. I just fucked my little brother and I fucking loved it!!" she shouted out the window.

They were still naked on the bed when Paul came half an hour later. He walked in, saw them and said nothing.

"Paul, I just had to," said Megan calmly.

"That's ok honey. I sort of knew anyway. Better Mark than the guy at your work, I suppose. Next time though, let me watch, or better still join in,"Paul replied, smiling.

Mark was shocked and scared at being caught in this situation, began to relax.

"Why not now?" suggested Megan.

Mark lay at the edge of the bed as Paul undressed and climbed onto the bed and onto his wife. They kissed, and Megan squeezed Paul's arse, then with her left hand she reached over to stroke Mark's cock, which quickly got hard again. Paul put his cock in her mouth and she sucked him while she stroked her brother's cock. They took it in turns to be sucked and to fuck her, and she screamed out as she came time after time. She sat on Mark's face and let him bury her tongue deep inside her pussy as Paul's cock exploded it's juices into her mouth. Exhausted, Paul got off the bed and went over to the drawer where he got out his video camera and filmed as Mark fucked Megan from behind, filling her cunt with his white juices. Megan got off the bed and sat on Paul's lap, where his cock again started to harden. They came over to the bed and kissed passionately. When the two boys were ready again, Megan lay so that her arse was sticking up.

"One in each hole. I want one in each hole."

As requested they double penetrated her, each filling her with cum.

Eventually they had to rest. 

The three of them lay naked on the bed arm in arm.

"Do you still want me to go home?" asked Mark sheepishly.

"Later," whispered Megan as her hand started to stroke his cock back to life, "Much later my baby brother."



Megan's Milk and More



***Disclaimer*** 

This is pure fiction and fantasy. The characters and events in this story are based off of real people. Enjoy! 

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Megan was brushing her brown hair as she prepared to head out to the mall. It was one of her friends' birthdays soon and she needed to buy her a gift. 

Megan is a young lady, now 21, living with her older sister, her husband John, and their baby Bradley. She had always been self-conscious about her body and appearance as she was not blonde like her older sister and was not blessed with large enough breasts to compare to her. She was filling in the right places though due to her many visits to the gym, and thanks to John, her lactating breasts had gone from a B cup from when they met, to a D. 

She had the past of having found John hot when they first met and wondered about his and her older sister's sex life. Little did she know that upon sneaking in a peek at them one night, that they were an adult nursing couple. She watched lustfully through the ajar opening of their bedroom door as John slurped and suckled Madison's large breasts and pink nipples. It moistened her womanhood and made her own nipples erect just watching, until of course her noises at the door revealed her clandestine watching. 

After some time of being fully interested and involved with their play, she convinced John that she wanted to give him what her older sister was giving him too, so they induced. John would suckle Megan 3 times a day and along with her bra size increase came her natural nectar of nourishment. After some time, she realized that she had to cool down with John as she almost got a pregnancy scare after them fucking unproctected after one nursing session. 

She figured it would be awkward to explain that to the kids, and even though she loved and craved John's cock even more so than Madison, she knew she had to back off just a little from her older sister's husband. They did remain nursing whenever they could though, even though John had both girls to suckle from and Megan had invested in a pump as well. 

Enough background... 

Here she was getting ready to head on out. "Fuck" she whispered under her breath as she realized that she would have to miss a quick pumping from her dual-electronic pump in order to make time for the mall before rush hour. 

Nevertheless, she assumed she could power through it and have enough time to make it back home to either pump or hope that John would be home to suck on them. She prepared herself for the worst and added some nursing pads to the inside of the cups of her black, sexy lace nursing bra. It was one of her surprises for John a while back after they had gone to dinner together. She remembered how she made them park far from the entrance and straddled herself on his lap facing her. She had unhooked her dress and let the straps fall to either side revealing that same bra. "Have your appetizer now before dinner babe" she teased him as he wasted to time removing a breast and latching on. 

Back to her reality, she put on a tight tee and some short-shorts and got her purse ready and headed out. "John's such a fucking big ass baby" she thought to herself out of consciousness as she giggled to herself at how often they nursed. Not once had she imagined her gift of milk for anyone but John, and this was all about to change. 

She made it in time to beat traffic and arrived at the mall where she browsed through places like Forever 21 and H&M for her friend's gift. She knew her breasts were filling but she felt sexy and confident that way, and it seemed to be noted by several guys just wandering around as they approached her to ask for directions to another store in attempt for her number. She giggled at their attempt and dodged their attention once the number came into question. 

She even decided to try some stuff on just to see how she looked. Since she was a small girl, she didn't have to worry about sizes in tops, but shorts and pants certainly came in small despite her toning ass she was getting. After all, she was only 5' 4" with large breasts and ass. She tried on a few tops and loved the ones that had a v neck or low cuts because she noticed all the cleavage she was getting that she did not once have. She also paraded in her booth in front of the mirror in just the black bra she had on. "I'd fuck me hard too" she jokingly thought to herself. 

She felt very confident as she stared at her cleavage and the way her breasts fitted the bra, not too loose but certainly filling the cups. 

After her fun, she got everything back on and paid for the top and cheap jewelry he found for her friend to go along with it. It seemed that all her fun and attraction came to consequence as her nipples began to tingle, itch, and even feel a bit like they were inflamed. She felt the beginning of dampness and wetness that soon began to grown amongst her areolas and knew her engorgement's consequences were about to take a toll. 

She made it back to her car in the parking lot and saw that the interstate was bumper to bumper so there was no way she could head home without waiting at least another hour and a half. 

"Fuck, I had a feeling this was going to happen" she said to herself as she checked the time on her phone. "Guess I'm going to have to do it here" she pouted as she rolled her eyes. She reached for her purse and pulled out a single manual hand pump. The small bottle was already attached to the bottom of it and she proceeded to loosen the snap in between the cups of her bra from above the fabric of her tee as she looked around to see if anyone nearby was watching. No sign of movement, and all of the cars around were lifeless. She took a deep sigh as she shifted the suction nozzle of the pump below her tee, under the left cup and onto her breast. She began a warm-up, massaging her breast lightly as she began the cranking of the pump with her other hand. 

She tried to picture John at her breasts lustfully sucking it, and had very little success. It just wasn't the same, and without much practice, the manual pump would soon get her palms tired. It was fastened well onto her nipple and it was drawing a few drops but nothing that was helping preventing her engorgement. Meanwhile her other breast was craving the same attention and began hurting more than before. 

At last, her palm got very tired of cranking the pump and as she removed the nozzle, and observed the little bottle, there was barely a few drops collected at the bottom. Her breasts still in pain, she checked the time and now panicking, she was running out of ideas. 

The pain grew, feeling like a heavy weight on her chest and she began to lightly cry and whimper. She had no idea what to do, and wanted John's mouth on them more than ever. In defeat, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel and held her chest in the fold of her arms as she resumed her desperate crying. 

She prayed mentally that this pain would be over and that time would skip an hour ahead so that she could make it home to nurse John or even use her electronic pump. 

It seemed like the pain was pressing against her chest when suddenly she heard a knock on her side window and nearly jumped in fright. She quickly without looking up, and surreptitiously, hooked her bra back together in the center before unfolding her arms to look up. 

It was a young male about her age, maybe younger. Brown hair that looked severely uncombed, almost as if he'd just gotten out of bed. He was very skinny, white, blue eyes and was dressed like he was on a movie date, typical polo tee with jeans and sperry shoes. 

She was confused and lowered her window as she pulled herself together emotionally. "What?" was all that she could get out of thought. 

The boy hesitated a little and awkwardly stammered in a very soft voice, "I noticed that you were crying, umm...are you okay?" 

Megan wanted to shut this kid away and resume her slice of Hell in silence, but something within her, maybe the pain itself, motivated her to spit out "No I'm not..." 

"My name is Tim, umm...I was sitting in the passenger seat of this car" he pointed to the one exactly next to her door, "anyway, can I help you in any way, and you seem really upset?" 

Megan's thoughts were playing tug of war amongst themselves in her head whether one was scram! Or no thanks, I'm good, and at the very back of them was, will you empty me? 

She sighed a little, and then wondered. "Where you watching me?" 

Tim swallowed, as he indeed had. He had his seat reclined in his dad's car as he wanted to nap for a little. Once he saw Megan, whom he found extremely attractive, she silently observed her getting into her car and watched intently as she fiddled with her chest and what looked like a pump? 

Tim's throat dried a little as he lied, "no, I decided to help when I heard you crying." 

Megan looked at him like he was trying to sell her fake products, and took another stab at him with "are you lying to me?" 

Tim got very nervous now and stammered a little. The truth was that he excitingly watch as she massaged her chest and worked up something and once he saw when she observed the bottle and saw drops, he couldn't believe it. To add more to this kid Tim, he had never been breastfed as a baby. It was just him and his dad for his whole life and since he discovered about adult nursing at 15, he knew it was for him. Never had he had the opportunity to do so but here, at 18, and being one of the least popular guys at school, he finally was a few feet from some milk. 

"No. I saw you come into your car" he spat out defeated and ashamed. 

Megan felt a little satisfaction in revealing his lie, and then her rage came back on as she asked, "did you see all of that then?" 

Tim's cheeks began to go pink, and wished he could hid somewhere as he looked down and asked "all of what?" 

"Don't play stupid with me" Megan responded in annoyance. 

"Look, I didn't want to step on anyone's toes, I just wanted to help you out because I saw how you were in agony. Yes, I did see the whole thing and I just knew that you were probably not comfortable seeing as you are in pain hunched over and all." He explained still very softly and calm. 

Megan was glad he confessed, and was now willing to be friendlier with a clean sheet of honesty. However he continued still calm, still standing in front of her door at a safe distance, 

"Look my dad came to the golf shop here and I have no interest in that, in fact golf is the most boring thing in the world. Anyway he'll be in there forever and I just want to say that since I never had a mom, I was never nursed as a baby and I saw an opportunity when you got very frustrated with not being able to succeed pumping. I was only just wondering if maybe I could I don't know, umm, uh..." he let out without thinking and choking up at the end. 

"Wait, are you about to ask me what I think you're going to ask me?" Megan interrupted. 

She continued, "look, I don't know you Tim, and I'm sorry that you weren't nursed as a kid, but I don't just hand out my breasts to strangers like that, so..." 

Tim rebutted, "I know and I can respect that but you should know that I am only looking to help you out. I don't know if you have a baby or not, but it seems clear to me that you don't have a baby with you anyway and I am a fan of adult breastfeeding and all I'm saying is that you and I know you have at least an hour to wait with all that pain and even then, with more traffic even as you leave the mall area. I'm just saying, we can help each other." 

Megan struggled to think as the pain in her chest kept its course and she knew he was right. She didn't want to suffer mastitis and knew that she was down to this last resort. She was faced with a stranger and had no other choice but to give in to the pain and the oddity that she was about to face. 

She turned to him again and looked him up and down. Tim looked ashamed, defeated and downright embarrassed. "Tim, how old are you?" 

"I'm 18, I go to Lincoln High, and I'm accepted to basically all major colleges in the state so far" he silently responded. 

She looked around to see if any other invaders had watched them, and so far nothing. 

"So you say you're aware of adult breastfeeding, do you have any idea how to even suckle?" she continued. 

"I've done some research but never applied it, but I promise to be very respectful and gentle and won't hurt you if you give me a cha-" he began before being cut off again. 

"Well that's not too good, but say I did allow this once, how do I know you're not lying about everything in order to get yours?" she questioned sternly. 

Tim took out his wallet and showed her his driver's license, which read, "Timothy Andrew Williams, born July 17 of the year 1997, Male, Blue eyes, Brown hair..." 

Megan could read this kid up and down and knew immediately that he was certainly not the smooth or popular kid in school. He was far too skinny and quiet, and he seemed like a very smart kid, and not to mention very kind. Sure he was awkward, but he was sure he knew what he was going to do and she was out of any other options. It wasn't like she could get John to get to the mall anyhow, he was across town leaving work in the same flow of crappy traffic. 

She sighed one more time as the pain in her chest sent a chill across her body. She handed back his wallet and asked for his phone. He gladly gave it to her and she locked it in her glove compartment. She unlocked the car doors and quietly said, "Tim, go ahead and have a seat in the back." 

Tim's heart was leaping in joy but his stomach was also feeling very nervous, not that he would get sick but this was all coming in so fast and he was going to enjoy it all. He opened the door of the back seat and climbed in. It was an SUV so that entire back seat was all one seat. Megan then slowly joined him after she retrieved a blanket from the trunk and shut it. 

She made sure to relock the doors once both of them were in the back seat and then sat comfortably. As she began to wrap the blanket around her shoulders. 

"You will respect my rules, you hear me Tim?" She asked sternly again. 

He nodded and listened, still very nervous. "You won't touch me elsewhere aside from my chest, you will only have permission to suckle and focus on suckling, I took your phone away because I don't want any pictures taken to show off to your bros, and you won't waste my time. Is that understood?" she listed out. 

"Yes" he said a little choked up from nervousness as he nodded and blinked fast. 

"You sure your dad won't be back for a while?" she reassured. 

"Mhmm...he always spends a crap ton of time talking to the other men and the sales clerks at the golf shop about how he almost went pro and all" he confirmed. 

He did a nervous giggle after what he had said and waited for her cue. 

"Relax, please, and when you're ready just lay on my lap" she ordered. 

Tim was so excited and nervous. He laid his head on top of her warm legs facing her stomach and chest. Megan carefully wrapped the blanket around his upper body and the back of his head so that no "lookers" would intrude. 

Tim awaited excited looking up at her chest then glancing at Megan's beautiful face. She slowly lifted the bottom of her tee above her sexy bra and just out of comfort, removed it. She slowly repeated the previous routine of unsnapping the clasp between the cups of her bra and adjusted Tim's head to position before her right breast as it was the more accurate positioning for it. 

She slowly pulled back the cup to reveal her peachy-tan skin. Her breast was very engorged, her dark areola and nipple already perked at attention, desiring emptying. Tim was so nervous he almost didn't move. Here was his dream all along and he wasn't all ready like he had thought. 

He almost killed the mood by saying, "you know breast milk has lots of vitamins and can increase higher IQ if nursed on for a-" 

Megan shushed him by guiding his head towards the nipple and with her other hand, lifting it up to his lips. 

This shut him up and excited him more than ever. She wanted relief and the blabber-mouthed awkward kid was going to stall, nope! 

Tim focused and allowed the nipple to enter and settle into the back of his tongue as he also took in most of the breast. He firmly latched and began to do a soft chewing, but not biting, motion while sucking. He began gently and at a few moments would increase his force by a tad bit. He was certainly practicing his research and Megan knew it too. "He's good" she thought as she held his head to her breast. Her other hand had her middle and ring fingers working the breast he sucked on in a "v" in order to both pump and massage, and as well as to fulfill the nursing. 

She looked down at him and saw his eyes were closed as he maintained his latch. She hadn't achieved a let-down just yet due to nervousness, but was close and she knew he was getting the first few drops. 

Tim kept his eyes closed savoring her nipple and feeling her hand feeding her breast to him. At times his tongue would brush the nipple almost sexually, but he kept sucking gently as he promised. His left arm was wrapped around her back in order to remain comfortable and to hold her close. He got confident, something he usually never is, and slid his right hand below the left cup and onto her breast. 

Megan didn't mind as long as he was both gentle and respectful. Megan did something she normally did with John in order to help her let-down be achieved, and with her own eyes closed while still feeding him her breast with her hand and holding him close, she bent her head down to whisper into his ear, "c'mon baby drink mama's milk". 

This made Tim even more excited as he increased his pace and his suction force, and sure enough, Megan winced a little. 

At first Tim wondered if he had hurt her but then felt a heavy collection of warm, delicious milk fill his cheeks and then meet the back of his throat. He gladly swallowed his first mouthful of milk and kept sucking. It would be a very strong routine for about five minutes, suck and swallow, suck and swallow. It was so much milk that he almost dribbled through a little. He kept nursing from her as his right hand worked her left breast, fondling it softly, kneading it a little, and making sure not to waste any precious milk. After a few more minutes of bliss, Megan looked around to see if anyone had spotted them or watched and the coast remained clear. 

She looked down peacefully admiring Tim's effort as he kept his strong latch and his eyes closed the whole time. She let go of her breast and prepared her other one by pulling that cup back. "Tim" she said. Tim's sucking stopped and looked up, "yeah?" 

"It's time for the other one" she said softly. He readjusted himself in the seat as she scooted down a few spots for him to adjust for the left breast. She noticed he had a major hard-on and giggled a little. It excited her too as she let her walls down and sat posed slightly sexually for him to admire both of her breasts as she laid back down. 

"Fuck, she's so damn sexy" he thought. She wrapped the blanket around them again as he got started again, but this time without her help. He latched on carefully and resumed his suckling with his eyes closed and with his free arm, now his left, placed it upon her free breast, the one he had just nursed from. She resumed nursing him holding him close, and her let-down came about with no trouble at all. 

Tim had enjoyed the entire experience. No longer did he feel like the loser that he was outside of this car; he felt like a champion. Megan did not regret her decision, she was finally relieved of her pain and didn't have to endure it in the heavy traffic. She knew however that this was bound to end very soon. 




Megan's Milk and More



Tim's tongue rested under the nipple savoring every torrent of delicious milk that came from this sexy, beautiful brunette's breast. He was most happy about her calling herself his "mama" for the brief second that granted her first let-down, but now as he remained sucking down the last few streams as it seemed, he wondered what was to come of next. At last, her breast was not giving more than just the hints of drops and flavor, and he respectfully unlatched. 

Megan smiled down at him and whispered "thank you Tim". Tim began to sit back up but his jeans were tightening uncomfortably due to his erection, which he had no idea he had had the whole time. He went red and quickly apologized. Megan giggled and said, "It's ok. It's natural." 

He sat ashamed, and she knew that he would not survive in college with this lack of confidence. He was bigger than he knew and though he was no John at all, or wasn't from what it looked like as big as John, she was far too excited to turn this down. 

"Timmy, baby, sit and relax, let mama take care of this" she said sexy as she got on her knees before him. Keep in mind, she had not recovered herself so she let her bra fall off of her shoulders and was now just in her shorts and flats, topless, sexy, and fierce as she slid her hands towards the zipper of his pants. Tim was beyond ecstatic, he couldn't believe his luck and what was going on. "Wait, are you sure?" he asked a little in panic. "Let mama take care of you now okay?" Megan quickly responded. 

The afternoon sunlight shined through and gleamed onto her as she pulled out his cock. He was a big boy, but again, not John's size. 

Megan was hot and ready for him, but wasn't going to give it to him just as such. She figured if he had sucked her, she'd return the favor. Besides, he wouldn't want him to be in such an awkward situation by having blue balls in the same car as his dad. She looked up at his eyes like a predator and began stroking his cock and rubbing his balls. Tim knew it was going to happen anyway and reached for her tits again. He fondled and played with the nipples as she pumped his untouched flower. 

Soon she bent her head and licked his shaft slowly and gracefully as she finally made her way to the tip and engulfed her mouth around it. She proceeded to suck his cock gently at first and moved her head slightly faster as she went along. 

Tim's loins would not hold in much longer and he instinctively, and softly bucked his hips up with each pumping of her mouth. He groped her tits strongly as his balls tingled shooting up shocks of indescribable ecstasy to the head of his cock. Megan felt it arriving soon so she braced herself and kept her suck firm along his shaft and as Tim's balls tightened and his head felt like it was going to literally explode, she traced her mouth to the top and received his hot, sticky cum. She felt it shoot into her throat and into her cheeks as she carefully sucked and swallowed in rhythm to prevent messes. Sure enough she sucked him clean, and his cock remained slightly erect. 

Tim couldn't believe it and Megan was more than happy to have helped him in return. 

She put her bra back on and slipped back on her tee as she reached for both of their phones. While doing this, Tim placed his cock back into his pants, still in shock but certainly the happiest guy on Earth. "I took your phone number just in case I need a hungry mouth to feed again" she said. "So we can text and stuff?" Tim asked. 

"Not exactly. You'll be my little back-up for in case I get really full again. I'll be the one to text you in case it does happen, as in you don't have my number, but I have yours." She clarified. 

"umm...thanks" Tim said, still in disbelief. Before he could get out, Megan kissed him and said, "you're welcome Tim, and don't worry, maybe I'll give you a little going away gift before you head off for college" she winked. 

He smiled and felt like he had won a Super-bowl, that is, until she scolded "now get out". 

What did I do wrong? He thought as he stepped out. Her engine revved and off she went, but as she pulled back around and through the exit of the mall into the now smoother moving traffic, she looked in his direction and winked. He smiled and realized that the taste of her milk still lingered in his mouth. He had to make sure to go into the mall to get his mind off of things before he could get a very public erection.



Megan's Mother's Milk



Megan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of her sunlit room. She stretched her arms out as she yawned, contemplating if she should go back to sleep. She got her answer from her growling stomach and rolled out of bed. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 1:34 PM. She tried to think of a good excuse for why she slept in so late as she got dressed and headed downstairs to get herself a bowl of Crazy Sugar Explosion-O's™.

"Hey Meg," Megan's mother Kathryn said. "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah, I uh was finishing my paper and the computer crashed, so I had to retype all of it." Megan hoped her mom bought her lie. The real reason she slept in past noon was because she was up all night masturbating to lactation porn. It was her favorite fetish and she couldn't get enough of it. One time she posted an ad on Craigslist, trying to find a lactating girl who would be cool with breastfeeding her, but the only replies she got were from spam and one really creepy guy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Kathryn said as she hugged her daughter. "Wait, why didn't you just finish it today?" Megan obviously hadn't thought her lie out thoroughly enough. It was Saturday and the paper she was talking about wasn't due until Monday.

"I just wanted to finish it last night so I could have the rest of my weekend open." She honestly didn't have anything to do during weekends. Megan was a very timid girl. She barely spoke at school unless she was being talked to directly. She often felt isolated and didn't know if any of her other classmates would understand her, so she tried to avoid being social at all costs and dreaded when the teachers assigned the students to get into groups. She shrugged and then grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl. "What about you? Do you have any homework this weekend?" Megan asked her mother as she poured some cereal. Kathryn had planned to go to college when she was 18, but she became pregnant with Megan and had to hold off until recently when she started her own business selling rocks painted to look like potatoes over the internet, giving her plenty of free time and money. She fit in very well at college. Even at her age, she still had the mentality of a college student, not to mention the body of one. Megan always respected that her mother could act young, but was still very responsible when it came to being a mother.

"Yeah, kinda," Kathryn said. Megan opened the fridge and she noticed a jar full of milk in front of the regular milk jug.

"What's this?" she asked her mother, holding up the jar.

"That's my homework," Kathryn said with an awkward smile. "You know that one class I'm taking where we work with experimental drugs?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I volunteered to be the guinea pig for a drug that we developed that increases milk production in women."

Megan suddenly realized that she was holding a jar of her mother's breast milk.

"So I'm using it and pumping the milk so I can bring it back to the class to analyze."

Megan was overcome with confusion. Her own mother was involved in her favorite fetish, even though Kathryn didn't think of it as sexual. Images of her mother lactating flashed through her head. She tried to clear her mind and focus on something else. She put the breast milk back in the fridge and grabbed the store-bought milk. She looked up from the fridge and saw her mom staring at her, expecting a response.

"Uh, yeah, that's pretty interesting and cool and such, Mom," Megan said, smiling.

"I'm glad you think so," Kathryn said. "The professor recommended I bring back three jars on Monday. I filled that one last night, so I've still got two to go."

Megan poured milk into her cereal and sat down at the dining table. Kathryn talking about lactation was making her uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject.

"So how are your other classes?" she asked her mother.

"They're pretty boring to tell you the truth," Kathryn said. "Science and math and some other boring crap. Experimental Drugs 101 is definitely my favorite class."

Kathryn sprayed a paper towel with a household cleaner and began cleaning the dining table. She was slightly bent over, giving Megan a perfect view of her mother's beautiful cleavage swaying from side to side as she cleaned the table. Megan tried to eat quickly, focusing only on the bowl full of cereal in front of her.

"Anyway, we named the drug Lactoril and it's a lotion that you massage into the skin of the breasts," Kathryn said as she made wax on, wax off motions in the air. "It gets absorbed into the breasts and causes them to swell as they fill with milk."

Megan chewed her food faster.

"Then, only a few minutes after the lotion has been rubbed in, you can squeeze around the areola and milk will come out. After you empty them, they go back to their original size. Although," Kathryn looked down at her chest, "I think I'm still a bit bigger than I was." Megan almost choked on her food as her mom lifted her breasts slightly, using her hands to weigh each one. "Maybe they'll go back to normal after a day or so."

Megan quickly gulped down the remaining cereal and dropped the bowl in the sink before running upstairs and into her room. She had never thought about her mother as being sexually attractive. Sure, she was obviously hot and had great knockers, but she was her mom. She tried to shift her persistent thoughts, but they kept coming back to her mother. Then she realized that if she could get a hold of some of that lotion, she could make herself lactate. That sufficiently helped keep her mind off her mother. She was getting horny thinking about lactation and decided to take a shower and finger herself.

She ran the water in the tub and watched herself undress in the mirror. She was a very attractive girl with shoulder-length black hair and beautiful green eyes. She often caught guys at school looking at her and some of them flirted with her once in a while, but she didn't flirt back. She cupped her B cup breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her smooth nipples. 

She stepped into the shower and smiled as the relaxing water splashed against her naked skin. She quickly shampooed her hair and cleaned the rest of her body, then she sat down, resting her back against the wall, and spread her legs as she pushed one finger between her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down her slit. She added another finger and then pushed them both into her pussy. She moved her fingers in and out and closed her eyes as she squeezed one of her soft breasts, imagining milk spraying from her erect nipple. She thrust her fingers deep inside her pussy rhythmically as thoughts of lactation filled her mind. Megan imagined how it would feel to have someone suck milk from her nipples. She imagined the warm water from the shower was breast milk. She imagined suckling from another woman's breasts, then her mother suddenly popped into her mind. She tried thinking of a different woman, but it always ended up as her mother. Her arousal overcame her shame and she decided to go with it. She figured she could feel bad about what she was doing later and welcomed the perverse incestuous thoughts into her mind.

She imagined her mother naked, her large, smooth breasts hanging freely, her round nipples pointing forward. She imagined her mother milking herself with her fingers as fresh breast milk shot out in multiple streams. Megan moaned as her pleasure built up higher and higher. She imagined suckling on her mom's beautiful breasts, eagerly gulping down the warm mouthfuls of breast milk straight from the tap. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she came, stream after stream of pussy juice squirting from her pulsating pussy. She lay on the floor of the bathtub, gasping for breath as she came down from her orgasmic high.

After drying off, Megan slipped into her bathrobe and walked downstairs. She saw that her mother was sitting on the couch, but the television wasn't on.

"What'cha doin'?" Megan asked her mother as she walked up behind her. As she came closer she saw exactly what she was doing. Kathryn had an electric breast pump pushed securely against her right breast.

"Oh, sorry honey," Kathryn said, making no effort to cover up her chest. "I thought I'd be done by the time you were done with your shower." Megan glanced from her mother's eyes to her breast, her gaze lingering a little longer than she had anticipated.  

"It's cool, I don't mind," Megan said nonchalantly. "Can I sit with you?"

"Knock yourself out. Here's the remote," Kathryn said as she handed her daughter the television remote. Megan turned the TV on and started flipping through channels while she gave quick side-glances at her mother. She stopped changing the channel when she got to the local news and put down the remote. She tried to focus on what the anchorwoman was saying. 

"Government officials have not, as of yet, revealed exactly why the entire town of Nimmuk has been quarantined. Citizens outside city limits have reported seeing several IFS trucks entering the city throughout the day. We'll have more on this story as it..." Megan looked over at her mother who was focusing on the news. She looked at her slightly-larger-than-usual breast that was poking out of her bathrobe. She could see her mom's nipple being pulled by the vacuum force of the breast pump, milk escaping on every pull. The container attached to the pump was nearly full.

Megan realized she had been staring for too long and looked up at her mother's face to see if she noticed. Kathryn's eyes were clenched shut and she appeared to have a look of pain on her face. 

"Are you alright, mom?" Megan asked. Kathryn opened her eyes and looked over at her concerned daughter.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kathryn said. "It's just that one side effect of the drug is that it makes your nipples really sensitive."

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, honey, it actually feels really good."

Megan put two and two together and realized that her mother had just an orgasm from the breast pump milking her oversensitive nipple. Megan looked back down at the machine. There wasn't as much milk coming out now and the jar was about full. Kathryn turned the pump off and pulled it from her breast.

"How is breast milk different from regular milk?" Megan asked her mother curiously.

"Well, it has a more nutrients that are supposed to be really good for babies."

"Does it taste different?"

Her mother raised her eyebrows, surprised by her daughter's curiousity. "Yeah, it tastes a bit sweeter than cow milk."

"So you've tried it before?" Megan asked.

"I tried some when I was pregnant with you. It's pretty tasty to tell you the truth. I also used to add some to my coffee." Kathryn noticed her daughter was staring at the jar of milk in her hand. "Would you like to try some?"

A rush of excitement came over Megan as she looked up at her mother. "Are you sure?" she asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Besides, you used to love the stuff when you were a baby." Kathryn handed her daughter the jar. Megan held it in her hands, feeling the warmth emanating from it. She gazed at it, mouth slightly ajar, as she pulled it closer to her lips. The edge of the jar made contact with her lower lip and she eased it up, letting the warm liquid flow into her mouth. She savored the sweet-tasting breast milk before swallowing. She could feel the warmth sliding down her throat. She lifted the jar higher until her mouth was full of her mother's freshly pumped mammary nectar. She was in a dreamlike, euphoric ecstasy. The only thing that mattered was that moment in time. She ignored everything around her as she eagerly gulped down more of the delicious breast milk. 

Megan came out of her mental paradise when the milk flow suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and saw that the jar was empty. She had meant to only take a sip, but instead, she drank the whole thing. Her mother was staring at her with arched eyebrows.

"Uh, sorry," Megan said, blushing. "I guess I was really thirsty." She quickly handed her mother the empty jar and left the room. She noticed a definite moistness between her legs as she ran up the stairs. Walking by her mother's room, she peered inside and saw her mom's purse on the bed. Megan walked inside and dug through the purse, looking for the drug her mother had talked about. She pulled out a bottle labeled "LACTORIL – Property of Southwood University". Smiling, she dropped it into her pocket and continued on to her room.

Once inside, she immediately locked the door and stripped off her clothing. She skimmed over the directions on the bottle and squeezed a small amount of lotion onto her palms. She rubbed them against her petite breasts, spreading the lotion equally throughout the skin. Once the lotion dried on her skin, her breasts started feeling a little tighter and her nipples started feeling warmer. She touched one of her nipples and it felt much more sensitive than usual. After a few minutes, the warmth spread from her nipples to the whole breasts as they slowly started expanding. Megan watched in awe as her B cup breasts pushed further out from her chest. The expansion started speeding up slightly. Megan could feel them growing heavier as they filled with milk. She held her growing breasts in her hands and felt the skin expanding in her palms. They started slowing their growth and Megan grabbed some measuring tape from her desk to measure herself. They were large C cups, almost D's. She giggled gleefully as she held her breasts in her hands.

She then pinched the skin around the areola of her right breast and a drop of milk formed at the tip of the nipple. Her smile grew wider as she pinched more. Milk dripped down her breast as she squeezed, then streams of milk started forming and shot from her nipple onto the floor. She started squeezing the other breast and soon had multiple streams of milk spraying out of each breast. She grabbed an empty cup and started spraying into it. Once it was halfway full, she poured it into her mouth and swallowed it.

She held her right hand in front of a breast and sprayed milk onto it. Once her hand was covered in milk, she started rubbing her pussy with it. She continued milking herself while she toyed with her clit. She pushed her breast toward her face as she leaned her head down to suck the nipple. She could barely reach the nipple with her tongue, but she couldn't suckle herself. They needed to be bigger. Grabbing the bottle of lotion, she squeezed the same amount as last time onto her palms and rubbed it once again onto her breasts. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Honey, could you take out the trash real quick?" her mother asked from the other side.

"I'll do it later," Megan answered.

"That's what you said last night. Do it right now, please."

"Uh, OK." Megan quickly put on her pants and slid her shirt over her breasts. The tight shirt passed over her warm, sensitive nipples, causing a small ripple of pleasure to wash over her. She ran out of her room and quickly went down the stairs. She grabbed the trash and tossed it into the can outside. She could feel her shirt getting tighter as she put a new trash bag into the garbage can and she ran upstairs, feeling her tits bounce up and down with every step. She rounded the corner and was stopped by her mother.

"Megan, this lactation thing isn't freaking you out, is it?" Kathryn asked.

"No, it's cool," Megan answered quickly.

"You just seemed a little weird earlier."

"It's totally fine. Seriously," Megan said as she nodded her head. She saw her mother's eyes glance downwards toward her chest.

"Honey, are you...?" Kathryn asked, looking curiously at Megan's chest.

"I have to clean my math homework!" Megan said, and then dashed quickly into her room. She slammed the door behind her and looked down at her huge chest. There were two very prominent dark spots on her purple shirt. She hoped her mom didn't notice, knowing full well that she probably did. She decided to deal with it later and slowly eased her tight shirt over her head, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric. She tossed her shirt aside and looked at her DD cup breasts. They were now as big as her mother's and still expanding as milk freely dripped from her nipples. She felt more pressure in her breasts as they continued to fill. They started spraying thick streams of milk. The streams sprayed farther and farther until they reached several feet in front of her. The breasts stopped growing, but the streams continued. She squeezed one of the massive tits and the streams shot across the room, leaving milk dripping from the wall. Using the measuring tape, she saw that her breasts were now E cups.

She lifted one of her tits up to her mouth and engulfed the nipple. She began suckling and found that it was extremely pleasurable. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful and stimulated her nipple with her tongue. She started moaning as she suckled. The milk was being released faster than she could swallow and some of it escaped her mouth, dripping onto her large breast. She pulled her hand out from the bottom of her breast, leaving it hanging from her mouth as she continued to suck the milk out of it. She quickly pulled off her jeans and started fingering herself while she milked her left breast with her free hand. Her moaning grew louder and faster as she felt her orgasm building quickly. She then heard the door open and turned around, realizing she hadn't locked it. 

Kathryn stood at the door, her mouth wide open as she stared at her naked daughter with one breast in her mouth, one hand thrusting back and forth in her pussy, and one hand squeezing her nipple, spraying breast milk across the room. Megan was extremely close to cumming and didn't want to quit now. She continued thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy at a quickening pace as her mother stared in shock. Megan clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide, releasing her breast from her lips and causing milk to pour from her mouth as she screamed and sprayed vaginal juice onto the floor. She collapsed onto the ground, milk still spraying from her nipples and cum gushing from her pussy.

"I think we need to talk," Kathryn said as she helped her daughter onto her bed.

"I'm sorry mom," Megan said, still shaking from her orgasm. "I couldn't help myself."

Kathryn sat next to her daughter. "Honey, Lactoril is still very experimental. It should be used responsibly and only for scientific reasons."

Megan stared at the floor, feeling ashamed. Kathryn looked at her daughter's large, dripping breasts.

"How much did you use?" Kathryn asked.

"Just a little," Megan answered, "and then a bit more."

"Do they hurt?"

"They just feel really full."

Kathryn stared openly at her daughter's breasts, seemingly hypnotized by the drops of milk dripping from her nipples. She grabbed her daughter's left breast and leaned in, pulling the nipple into her mouth. She immediately started suckling furiously. Megan was shocked by her mother's actions.

"MOM! What are you doing?!"

Kathryn let go of Megan's nipple and looked up at her daughter.

"I... I don't know," she said, wiping the milk from her lips. "It just looked so inviting and..." Kathryn looked up at her daughter, her eyes starting to water. "I'm sorry," she said as she stood up. She started walking towards the door.

"Wait, mom," Megan said. Kathryn stood at the door with her back to her daughter. "I didn't mean to react like that. I was just surprised. Please come back."

"Are you sure?"

Megan nodded. Her mother sheepishly walked back to her and sat on the bed. Megan looked into her eyes and started unbuttoning her mother's blouse.

"Wait, we can't-"

"Shhh," Megan said as she put her finger against her mother's lips, then continued unbuttoning. She opened her shirt and reached into her bra. Kathryn watched idly as her daughter pulled her tits out from behind the fabric. Megan grabbed the lotion and squeezed the bottle above her mother's chest, letting glob after glob land on her flesh. She gently massaged it into the skin with her hands. She paid special attention to every inch of her mother's globes as she rubbed and squeezed them. She used her index fingers and thumbs to massage the nipples, which quickly became hard.




Megan's Mother's Milk



"Is that how much lotion you used?" Kathryn asked as she looked down at her slick, shiny breasts.

"No, I didn't use that much."

Kathryn raised an eyebrow at her daughter, wondering how big her breasts were going to grow. Megan pulled her mother's head toward her chest and Kathryn reluctantly started suckling. Kathryn closed her eyes as she suckled, creating a vacuum in her mouth pulling her daughter's nipple in further, and squeezed Megan's areola between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, causing a torrent of fresh milk to spray into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed.

Megan felt a sense of maternal responsibility as she let her mom suckle liquid nourishment from her nipple. She held Kathryn against her bosom and kissed the top of her head as she gently rubbed her back. She felt something rub against the front of her naked thighs and at the same moment she saw Kathryn slightly jump. 

Megan tilted her head to the side and saw that her mother's breasts were now big enough to just barely reach Megan's legs and Kathryn's sensitive nipples had made contact with her daughter's skin. Megan eased both of her hands underneath Kathryn's tits and softly squeezed and massaged them. Megan could feel her hands becoming moist with her mother's milk.

Kathryn moved back, letting go of her daughter's nipple. She looked up at Megan, smiling, and opened her mouth to show her that her that it was full of milk. Megan kneeled down onto the floor with her mother. They embraced and kissed, tongues sliding against each other, milk flowing from one mouth to the other. Megan felt moisture dripping down her legs as she French kissed her mom. Megan then used her tongue to push all the milk into her mother's mouth, then Kathryn stood up, positioned her head just above Megan's, and poured the milk from her mouth into the mouth of her daughter who happily swallowed it.

By this point, Kathryn's breasts were around G cups and still growing. Milk was dripping from the nipples at a fast tempo. Megan lifted her mom's right breast and started suckling from it. It was hard for her to believe that this was actually happening. She thought about how surreal this moment felt as she drank from her mother's milk fountain. 

Kathryn felt the same way. Just ten minutes ago, she never would have thought she'd be doing anything like this with anybody, let alone her own daughter. Yet, there she was, her extremely sensitive nipple being suckled by her beautiful daughter.

Megan let go of her mother's breast and licked the milk from her lips. She stared at her mother's nipples. Milk was spurting sporadically from them. Her breasts were sticking out about seven inches from her chest. Megan grabbed her mother's areolas and milked them like cow udders. The streams of milk sprayed forcefully against the floor, adding to the already huge puddle on the hardwood surface. Kathryn closed her eyes and started moaning as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Megan let go of her mother's areolas and lifted and squeezed Kathryn's massive breasts, causing milk to spray against her own naked body. Then Megan let go of Kathryn's udders and undressed her mother. She pulled off her soaked blouse and bra, then helped her slip out of her jeans and panties.

Megan lay in the puddle of milk on her back with her head toward her mother. She motioned for Kathryn to lean in and suckle her left breast. Kathryn did so, positioning one of her own gigantic, leaking breasts over Megan's face. Megan watched as the giant globe of flesh lowered above her, milk spraying into her open mouth. Kathryn started suckling from her daughter's nipple as her breast engulfed Megan's face. Megan started suckling from Kathryn's teat, her mouth quickly overfilling with warm milk.

Kathryn reached forward and used two fingers to massage her daughter's sopping wet cunt. Megan slightly lifted her hips in approval and started rubbing her mother's equally-as-moist pussy lips. The suckling and wet fingering created quiet, but prominent noises for the next few minutes as the girls hungrily drank each other's milk. The noises were drowned out by Megan screaming into her mother's breast as she came. Kathryn felt her hand being sprayed with her daughter's pussy juice as Megan bucked her hips wildly. Kathryn quickly crawled forward to lap up the pussy juice shooting from her daughter's vagina. Megan pulled her mother's crotch against her milk-covered face as she squeezed Kathryn's ass cheeks tightly and started licking like crazy as she continued to cum. This brought Kathryn to the edge and she came with even more intensity than her daughter. She screamed loudly as they both came, squirting into each other's mouths.

They lay in that position for several minutes in a small pool of milk and vaginal fluids as they gently explored each other's pussies with their tongues. Megan felt her mother's body tremble on top of her and hugged her waist tightly.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Megan."

They climbed into Megan's bed and held each other's naked, wet bodies as they fell asleep.

When Megan awoke, she was alone in her bed. She feared that her mother, upon waking, felt immense regret from their intimate activities. Megan got out of bed and slipped on an oversized shirt before heading downstairs. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother at the dining table, pumping breast milk into a jar.

"Hi mom," Megan said sheepishly.

Kathryn looked up at her daughter with a huge smile. "Hey Megan. How are you feeling?"

"Great. You?"

"Fantastic," Kathryn said, "last night was amazing."

Megan smiled back at her mother, glad that she didn't feel shameful. She noticed a full jar of milk on the table and held it up. "Can I drink this?" she asked her mother.

"No, I need these two and the one in the fridge for school tomorrow. I would only have had to pump one if you didn't chug the jar I filled last night," Kathryn said, still smiling.

"Come on, please? You can just tell your teacher that your daughter drank your homework."

"You can have whatever's left after I fill this one," Kathryn said, causing her daughter to smile even wider.

After Megan drank her breakfast, the two girls took a shower together and then cleaned up Megan's room while they talked about things.

"What about the Lactoril? Can you get more of it?" Megan asked as she leaned the mop against the wall.

"Yeah, the teacher is allowing us to use as much as we want as long as we give weekly reports on the effects."

"Great, because we're out after this," Megan said as she spread the remaining lotion onto both of their breasts.

"I'll get some more tomorrow," Kathryn said as she pushed her chest out for her daughter. "Also, we won't be able to do anything next weekend."

"Why not?"

"Because your cousin Sandy is going to be staying with us for a couple days."

A wide smirk formed on Megan's face.