AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Suckled and Holes Filled by My Brothers Before Christmas

SUBTITLE: A Brother(s)/Sister Erotica Short Story with threesome, double penetration and milking.

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WORD COUNT: 5300 words

“Dammit!”

Not for the first time, I bring the Toyota to a screeching halt merely inches away from the vehicle in front. Good thing I’m wearing my seatbelt, or I’d have a steering-wheel-shaped mark on my forehead by now. The driver honks his horn at me, and I honk back. Can he see me flipping him off in his wing mirror? I hope so.

“Stupid prick,” I mutter, then remind myself that it’s not even the guy’s fault. I gaze out the windshield at the traffic signs and the evening sky. The sun’s already setting, and I’m stuck in a gridlock. “Stupid traffic. How much longer am I going to be stuck in this lane? I’ve got things to do, for crying out loud.”

In the distance, beyond the vehicles, I can make out a few Christmas trees with flashing lights standing outside buildings. Jolly-looking Santas grin down at me from billboards.

An ache fills my breasts, and they suddenly feel heavier. They strain against my blouse, my nipples poking through my bra. My grip on the wheel tightens until my knuckles are pale.

I’m about to leak.

Fuck.

I don’t have a breast pump in the car, and my baby isn’t here, either. I need to get home before I start leaking milk all over myself and my car. But one look at the red traffic light and I know I might not make it.

“This is all my fault,” I say with a sigh, brushing my blonde hair out of my face. “I should’ve left the office long ago.”

If I hadn’t had a client constantly bugging me, I might’ve been home an hour ago at least. But it’s Christmas time. Work’s been extra stressful lately; what with everyone trying to finish up and head home for the holidays as early as possible.

I have to get home and feed Kevin. Maybe I should’ve brought my baby to work with me today. Then again, I figured he’d be alright with his uncles.

In retrospect, that wasn’t very smart of me.

It’s not that my older brothers can’t take care of a baby. Wyatt and Trevor have been there for me for as long as I can remember. They protected me in high school and through college, and they’ve never hesitated to support me. Even when Kevin’s father walked out of my life without a word, they were there for me.

Only a few weeks ago, they let me move in with them. Living with my brothers has been amazing so far, just like when we were much younger. Still...there’s something different about the way they act around me. Just last week, I caught Trevor staring at my breasts while I fed Kevin, and it took him a moment to look away. And for the past week, Wyatt’s been making remarks about how much different I look now that I’ve had a kid.

“You look even hotter than you did a couple of years ago, sis,” he told me two days ago. “If you were a bank, I’d put my money in you. And I’ve got a lot of hard cash.”

It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant, but he was walking away by then.

My brothers can’t possibly want to fuck me...or could they? It’s one of the many things I’ve thought about since I got here. The way they stare at me, the things they say...it’s all wrong. We’re all blood-related. So why does the thought of my brothers taking turns fucking me pop up in my head every now and then? And why does it make me so horny?

To be fair, I haven’t had any sex in a long time. Well, about ten months. Not long after I had Kevin, his father, Jerry, stopped touching and kissing me. He claimed he just didn’t get horny anymore, but I knew he was screwing someone else. Some redhead he met in a bar, no doubt. Good riddance. It’s not like Jerry was great in bed anyway. Between his mediocre cock and the fact that he never lasted more than a couple of minutes, our sex life wasn’t even all that great.