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I was sitting on the couch with my father and brother each sucking on one of my
tits when my mother walked in the house. "Are you three still at it?!" she
asked, exasperated. "You really should get some medication to dry up your milk,
hon," she said to me.

I knew she was right, but I didn't really want to. I'dgotten pregnant by my
latest fling, a college guy who came to my town for the summer. I knew it would
only be a fling, but two of my friends from high school were married and
pregnant already, and all they talked about were babies, diapers and
breastfeeding. They made being a mother sound so fulfilling that I got pregnant
on purpose.

College Guy didn't stick around, so he never knew that I'd had his baby. Unlike
my friends, however, I knew immediately that trying to work (I make dresses for
a living) and be a mother would be difficult, although I'm lucky enough to be
able to work from home. When the baby was three months old, I gave him up for
adoption. It was really hard, but I knew it was the best thing for both of
us.

It was after this that things got... strange. Being young and naive, I had no
idea that there even were drugs to dry up my milk. One night I was in my room
with my top off, squeezing my tits and moaning from the pain. They were so full,
and so sore. My brother Cody walked past, and came in because he was worried.

"They're so full," I said, waving them at him
practically! On impulse I said, "Please, suck them. Help me."

Cody was a horny teenager (well, so was I... just) and he knelt down and took my
nipple in his mouth, and began to suck. The relief I felt was fantastic! I threw
my head back and moaned as he drained each breast.

After that, it became sort of a routine. He'd suck my tits in the mornings
before school (he was a senior), when he got home after school, and in the night
before bed. And as time went by I realised I got a sexual charge out of it, as
well.

One day, when Cody was sucking my milk, I realised that we were alone. Our
parents worked, but they had flexible hours, and one of them was usually home by
now. If I was ever going to get Cody to fuck me, now would be the time.

I reached my hand over to Cody and felt for his cock.

Imagine my thrill when I discovered it was hard. I pulled him away from my tit
with an audible 'pop' and said, "Does your cock always get stiff when you suck
me?"

"Are you kidding?" he asked. "Of course it does! I'm sucking on a woman's tit!
I'd have to be unconscious for it not to affect me." He looked at me. "Does
having me drink your milk get you hot?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I get really wet."

All Cody did was gulp at my description.

"I really, really need a cock in there," I said, lifting my skirt and showing
him that the wetness was seeping through my panties. "Let me have your cock,
Code."

"But..." He hesitated. "We're related..."

"I don't care if you don't." And without waiting, I pulled down his running
shorts and underwear so that his hard cock sprang free. It wasn't huge, but it
was a pretty good size. It was bigger than College Guy's, anyway.

Without even bothering to take anything off, I swung my legs over him, pulled my
underwear aside and sat down on him, feeding his stiff cock into my wet slit.
"Aaah!" We both said it at the same time.

I rocked back and forth on him, feeling like I was flying from the sensations. I
leaned over him. "Finish drinking," I said. "Drink my milk while we fuck!" It
was a bit of a logistical problem, but by sitting up slightly on the sofa he was
able to get his mouth on my tit while I rocked back and forth on his tool.
Lovely!

We both came explosively, him first and then me when he inensified his sucking
as he came down from his orgasm. Then we heard clapping.

Our father, Dan, was standing in the doorway. "Great floor show," he said.
"What's the encore?"

I refused to be embarrassed. I had a way of making a living; if he kicked us out
Cody could live with me.

"Well..." I drawled, Cody's cock still inside me. "Cody only finished drinking
from one breast. You're welcome to have some milk from the other one."

I really thought he would say no, but our father came forward. "Which tit?" he
asked.

"Left," I said.

"Right. Lean towards me... that's it."

He never even made me disengage from Cody! He just sat on the edge of the sofa,
put his lips over my boob, and sucked!

"Ah... ah... ah!" I whimpered, because he was sucking in a kind of rhythm,
unlike Cody, who sucked steadily. This made me horny all over again, and I
squirmed on Cody's cock... which was starting to get hard again! Soon I was
rocking again in time with Dan's sucking... and then I
came! "Aaaah!" I could feel Cody's cum shooting into me as my orgasm pulled his
out of him.

After that, whenever the three of us were alone, Dan and Cody would suck my
milk, and one or both of them would fuck me. Our father, whom I now called Dan
(it would have been weird otherwise), decided to work on Gwen (our mother) so
that when she inevitably found out she wouldn't be shocked.

As it turned out, she wasn't. She'd had an incestuous relationship with her
cousin as a teenager, and didn't feel there was anything unnatural about it. "I
read that it's normal for a father to be attracted to his daughter; she has a
very similar chemical signature to her mother,
who is his main attraction," she told me the morning after Dan confessed. "So
I'll just take it as a compliment."

Gwen never watched us, although she did walk in on us occasionally. It was on
one of these occasions when she walked in to find them both having a drink from
my boobs on the couch.

When we were all presentable again, we sat down and had dinner. "I don't want to
dry up the milk," I said. "I like it. You're right that I should, but I... I
want to keep on."

Gwen suddenly turned to Dan. "If I got pregnant again, would you suck *my*
milk?"

"Of course I would," he said, "but..."

"So would I," added Cody, interrupting.

"But you know I can't knock you up since the vasectomy," Dan said.

"No, but Cody can." Gwen turned to Cody. "Would you like that? To fertilize your
own mother?"

Cody couldn't talk he was so excited. He just nodded.

I don't want to think much about what the two of them did, but I know they
fucked almost every day. Cody still drank my milk, but he saved his sperm for
our mother.

Dan, on the other hand, became even more horny knowing his son was going to
knock up his wife. He took over the milk duties in the morning, and I always got
a good fuck out of it, too.

After four months, Gwen got pregnant. I only had very fuzzy memories of when
she'd been pregnant with Cody, and this time I had a front-row seat. Her
changing body fascinated me. Once again I got jealous and felt left out. When I
saw her looking ten years younger in a very sexy maternity dress at Cody's
graduation, I decided I had to compete. I stopped using birth control.

Two months after my little sister was born I was pregnant by Cody. My milk had
never dried up, and I not only fed two grown men, but also my baby sister.
Sometimes I'd walk into the room to find my brother and father sucking milk from
my mother's tits. Sometimes Gwen would walk in to find the same thing - well,
almost the same. Since
Gwen and I were both straight we never looked at each other in a sexual way, but
there was a fair amount of competition as to who would have her milk sucked out
first, and by whom.

As my belly expanded I got more attention from both Dan and Cody, who seemed
proud that one of them had knocked up a woman. It was primal, the way either of
them would growl, "Knocked-up slut," at me while we fucked.

"Yes, yes," I'd chant, "you made me pregnant. Fuck your pregnant slut!"

When my daughter was born we made a family of six. This time there would be no
giving the child up for adoption.

Gwen and I take turns feeding her, her sister and our men.

Life really doesn't get any better than this.