I can scarcely breathe past the tightness in my chest, but I force myself to drag air deep into my lungs as I watch Maxwell swipe his fingers through Victoria’s glistening pussy, gathering their combined juices before presenting his fingers to my Little girl.
“Open up, baby,” I encourage, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Uncle Max has a special present just for you.”
Alexis’s mouth falls open, her eyes glassy and unfocused as Maxwell pushes his fingers between her lips. And I watch, tears blurring my vision as each of my brothers follows suit. Until, at long last, my babygirl has taken all of them inside her, joining us together as a family.
When the ritual is finished, Gavin helps me out of my harness and into the special chair I had made for this exact moment. Taking Alexis by the hand, he leads her to me, helping her to curl up in the chair with me, her head cradled on my bare skin.
It feels like my heart might actually leap out of my chest as I guide my heavy breast to her mouth. Time seems to slow around us, the sounds and movements of my family fading into the background as I take my babygirl’s sweet, flushed face. “Drink, little one. Mommy’s been saving up all day, just for you.”
Those glassy eyes meet mine as she looks up at me. And I’m granted the satisfaction of watching the realization of what’sabout to happen light up the dark green a moment before she latches onto my aching nipple.
And then it happens. A tug, similar to what I feel with the pump but so much moreintimatethan I ever could have imagined, followed by the sensation I’ve waited so long to experience. My milk, flowing freely into my Little girl’s mouth.
Mine.
Wonder fills Alexis’s eyes as she drinks, and I know she’s feeling exactly what I feel in this moment. An act more intimate than the sex we just shared, one that will bind us together for eternity. A connection unlike anything either of us has ever shared with anyone else.
And one neither of us will ever share with another living soul, for as long as either of us lives.
Chapter Nineteen
Lexie
Sunlight warms my face, slowly pulling me back to the land of the living as I stretch in my bed. My body is deliciously sore, my pussy and my ass both still aching from my Mommy’s rough use the night before.
I’ve never felt so…alive.
As I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, I let the events of our “family dinner” play over in my mind. From getting to know my new friends better, to being spoiled by my uncles, right up to being fucked into oblivion on the table in front of everyone.
That last part… god. I think I could relive Mommy fucking me on that table over and over every night for the rest of my life and die a happy Little girl. Not just because she gave me two of the most spectacular orgasms of my life, but because of how she reacted toward the end. The way she went completely feral, fucking me as though her life depended on it.
I’ve never had anyone crave me that way. And I think I might be addicted to how much she wants me.
Then there was the nursing. Drinking Mommy’s milk straight from the source. Out of everything we’ve shared,thatis the most intimate by far. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close to another human being as I did with her sweet milk flooding my mouth with my body still humming from our lovemaking. At the time, it had seemed the most natural thing in the world, so natural I didn’t even think about it.
In the morning light, it still feels natural, though if I let myself think too hard about it, the embarrassment starts to creep in.
So I won’t think about how familiar her milk tasted, and how I’ve clearly been drinking it since before I stepped foot on the island. And I definitely won’t think about how fucked-up it is for a grown woman to benursingfrom another human.
Luckily, I’m distracted from that particular rabbit hole by the pressure in my abdomen telling me I need to pee. I could probably find a way out of my crib and sneak into the bathroom before Mommy comes to get me up. But that would only end up with me over her knee, and the thought of starting my morning with a spanking isn’t very appealing.
More than that, though, I’ve seen how much she enjoys it when I use my diaper. And really, is it so bad? Weird and uncomfortable, yes, but now that I’ve done it a few times it’s not nearly as gross as I thought it would be.
And it would make Mommy happy. Which is the real reason I find myself closing my eyes and pretending I’m sitting on a toilet instead of lying in bed trying to pee in a diaper. I imagine her smiling face, beaming down at me as my muscles relax and my bladder empties.
“What a good Little girl you are, my love.”
My eyes fly open at the sound of her voice and I stare up at the real deal, not just my imagination. Embarrassment creeps into my cheeks, and I smile shyly. “Hi, Mommy.”
Her smile widens as she reaches for the latches on either side of the crib. “Good morning, baby. Let’s get you out of that wet diaper and into a bath. How does that sound?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Helping me down from the crib, she leads me into the bathroom, and I can’t help but grimace a bit at the feel of the squishy diaper between my thighs. It doesn’t last too terribly long, however, and soon she has the diaper off me and I’m sinking into a blissfully hot bath, surrounded by pink bubbles.
“How are you feeling this morning, little imp? Any soreness?”
“Some,” I confess, the blush from earlier still heating my cheeks. “But it’s okay. I–I like it.”
