Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(20)

Without thinking, I let my index finger trail up the curve of her  cleavage to circle one of the wet peaks with the pad of my finger. She  tossed her head and moaned, almost in pain.

I stopped immediately. "Wildflower, is this ok?" I asked softly.

"Oh Luke," she sighed. "I'm just so confused," she murmured. "What are we going to do?"

"Baby, I don't know yet, but we'll find a way," I promised, breathing  into her ear and nuzzling her neck. "For now, just feel okay? You've  been out for a while and there's no need to stress yourself out before  you're even back on your feet."

She acquiesced and lay back in my arms, spread out before me like a  feast. It was more than I could have hoped for, and my senses went into  overdrive at once. My cock popped hard against my fly, and every muscle  in my body stiffened, as if getting ready to drive itself into her.

I leaned over her ravenously, softly kissing her neck before trailing my  lips down to the vee of her robe. The material had parted somewhat, and  the insides of her creamy jugs were displayed. I could see the areola  of one peeping out, and took the opportunity to trail my lips against  that sensitive flesh.

"Ohh!" she sighed, her chest heaving underneath me. Her boob was  delicious, the flesh soft, creamy and oh so sweet under my tongue. Her  jugs were firm, yet pillowy, and I nuzzled them, letting my face get  bounced between the enormous mounds. I trailed my tongue to a nipple and  this time latched on, catching the little nub between my teeth.

"Oh!" she moaned, her body twisting in my lap. Now that I knew what to  look for, I could taste a few droplets of milk on my tongue. I raised my  hand to her boob and began squeezing it rhythmically, milking her as I  suckled. My fist started at the base of her tit, firmly applying  pressure as I moved over the tip and then finished with a twist near the  top. Sure enough, milk began squirting gently into my mouth, the jets  warm and succulent.

Alana realized what was happening and sat up with a gasp, struggling to cover herself as her robe fell around her hips.

"Stop, Wildflower, shhh," I soothed, stroking her thigh as I continued  to nuzzle. "We realized you were lactating when you were in a coma, and  kept pumping the breast milk for Georgie," I murmured.

"You  …  you were pumping my breast milk?" she asked with a horrified squeal.

I sat up and looked her in the eye. "Yes baby, I was," I stated. "And  there is nothing that makes me more proud than the mother of my child  nursing my son so that he gets the best nutrients. I was incredibly  gratified to know that my child wasn't raised on formula," I growled,  stroking the curve of her cheek as she flushed hotly.

"Thank you so much for taking such good care of my baby  …  our baby," I amended. "You are a wonderful mother," I added.

She seemed to melt beneath me, and I knew I could have my way with her. I  lay her out full-length on the couch and stretched out on top of her,  balancing on my forearms so not to crush her with my mass. The snake of  my erection lay heavily against her thigh though, and I was happy that  she didn't squirm away with anger or shock.

I pressed kisses against her neck and décolletage, softly undoing the  tie to the silk robe so that she was completely nude beneath me. I have  never seen such female perfection to this day. Her limbs were slender  and pale, her skin luminous. Sweetly, she arched her back, her wet  nipples begging for my touch.

I obliged and began suckling once more, tasting the mother's milk. Never  have I experienced such an aphrodisiac as nursing from a woman I loved.  Her breast flesh was so sensitive yet firm too, the life-giving liquid  pulsing into my mouth in sweet, hot spurts.

I trailed a hand up her thigh, gently so as not to unsettle her. My  fingers slipped to her warm folds and were gratified to find that they  were already damp, the flesh engorged and moist. I probed her clit with a  fingertip, rubbing the nub until she sighed into my mouth, and then  circling it before moving lower to sample her hole.         

     



 

Her cunny was warm and hot, with liquid pouring slightly into my hand. I  teased her nether lips, massaging the sensitive flesh before probing  deeper into her hole. Her inner channel was steaming and hot, and I  pulled apart her lips to get a better look at her insides  …  ah yes, she  was undeniably aroused, her inner vulva deep pink and glistening, the  warm folds trailing a bead of damp, white moisture.

Eager to taste, I gave up suckling for a moment and scooted down so that  I lay between her thighs. I moved them gently, careful not to manhandle  my wildflower, and lowered my face to her twat for a deep sniff. She  was fragrant, sweetly aromatic with the deep spice of arousal.

I tickled her for a moment with my tongue, lightly trailing up her pussy  lips. She squirmed a bit underneath me and breathed my name.

"Luke!" she cried. My heart flipped over. She'd said my name during sex  when we first became lovers two years ago, but since then, she'd  remained resolutely mute during our lovemaking, only breathy cries and  gasps alerting me to her needs. My name on her lips cemented my resolve  to protect this girl and our baby boy forever, and I was literally  trembling as I dipped my head to taste her again.

Her hips began bucking underneath my mouth, and I suckled her clit as my  finger penetrated her depths. I began a gentle rhythm in her vulva, one  finger in and out, but it didn't seem to be enough.

"More!" she cried breathily.

I slipped another finger into her, which assuaged her somewhat, but her  bucking hips seemed to need more, and obligingly, I penetrated her with  three fingers, her flesh splitting wide to accommodate my girth. My hand  glistened with her juices as I continued to suckle, her sweet body  writhing underneath me. With a slight shudder, Alana came hotly, a gush  of wetness hitting my tongue as her body tingled and thrashed beneath  me. Her cunny pulsed sweetly around my fingers, clenching down hard and  then releasing and clenching again, the tremors hot and fast as they ran  through her body. She gasped, her breasts hard peaks pointing towards  the ceiling as she was wracked with sensation, her body beautiful and  bare to my eyes.

As she came down from the orgasm, she turned to me and ran a gentle hand down my chest.

"What about you?" she asked softly.

"Baby, I'm not sure you're ready for me," I ground out roughly. "You were sick recently and I'm so big  … " I trailed.

Her little palm went down to my hardness and encircled it. I almost came  right then and there. It was heaven after I wasn't sure that I was ever  going to feel her on me again. She squeezed lightly, savoring the  delight of hard flesh wrapped in softness, and tantalizingly ran her  finger over my tip where a drop of pre-cum glistened.

Flirtatiously, she brought her finger to her lips and tasted the pre-cum, letting her tongue lick lasciviously.

"I think I can handle it," she purred softly, kissing me on the lips.

That was all I needed to hear. I rolled her over onto her back, split  her legs, and plunged into her depths with my cock. She gasped, her  voice breathy and hot in my mouth.

"Luke!" she cried. The sound of my name on her lips drove me over the  edge and I began pumping into her furiously, my hips like a piston as I  ran in and out of her soft flesh. Her wetness encased me like a velvet  glove, stimulating my glans and the hard shaft that ran repeatedly into  her flesh. I pumped like a madman, trying to control myself, but totally  lost in the arms of my beautiful wildflower. My arms strained as my  groin tightened, and I felt my balls lift and begin to release.

"AAH!" I roared as I pumped into her, my man milk seeding her over and  over again. Rope after rope of cum emptied into her hot channel, her  pussy trembling as it contracted around me, sucking up the semen  hungrily. Her cunny tightened and relaxed around my shaft, milking me  dry, and my balls strained and trembled as they contracted, pumping hot  sperm into the only woman who was right for me.

I collapsed on her, crushing the tiny woman beneath my massive frame.

"Baby  … " I began. "Baby  …  I've never felt so complete. You are  everything to me," I murmured into her neck. "I love you so much, I  can't ever let you go."         

     



 

I felt, rather than heard, her sob. What the  … ? What man tells a woman  he loves her only to have her start crying beneath him? I lifted myself  up and looked deeply into her blue eyes. They were indeed swimming with  tears and she caressed my face as a drop trailed down her cheek.

"Luke  … " she said. "You can't understand how grateful I am for your  kindness to me this past week," she said. "Taking care of Georgie  …   taking care of me  …  it's what every woman dreams of. But  … " her voice  trailed off.