He filled me completely. I glanced over my shoulder, panting, seeing the tension in him. The way his muscles contracted as he held himself back was an erotic turn on, and his taboo desire for me was clear in the strain of his body.
He was holding himself back. I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to be raw and wild.
Untamed.
“Relax, Dolly,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. But before I could respond, he pulled out, ran his tongue from my clit to my asshole, and shoved back in, the head of his cock stretching me wide. I cried out, pain and pleasure mingling in a sharp, electric wave as he claimed his niece.
Uncle Brooks was relentless, pressing his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt repeatedly. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he stilled inside me, giving me a moment to adjust. “So hot and wet for your uncle. My beautiful girl.”
It was ecstasy, Uncle finally fucking me and my tits gloriously pumped and squeezed by the milking machine.
But I could feel the tension in him, the way his cock throbbed inside of me like he was desperate to come but edging himself for his pleasure and mine.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “The best I’ve ever fucking had.” Reaching around, he grabbed one of my tits and kneaded the flesh. Hard. I looked down and saw a gush of milk fill the clear pumping tube.
Unable to hold back, I moaned loudly, the sight so erotic that I felt a rush of my cum flood around my uncle’s dick in my cunt and drip out my hole. I had never been so turned on in my life.
Then Uncle Brooks moved again, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but with each passing second, he pistoned harder and faster, seeking his orgasm.
“You’re mine now,” he growled. “Completely mine. I won’t let you go. I won’t ever let anyone else have you.”
The sound of the milking machine suctioning in intervals was an auditory orgasm on its own.
I was going to come just from that and the fantastic fucking I was getting.
I gripped the machine even tighter, my breasts swaying with every movement, milk still shooting out from my nipples.
“You feel so good,” he murmured again, his voice thick with lust. “Your cunt… it’s perfect. Just like I imagined.”
“Come for me, Dolly,” he demanded, his thrusts growing harder, faster. He stretched his arm out and cranked the machine up another notch, the suction harder, more powerful. It stimulated me in ways I didn’t know possible.
And then I came.
My orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his cock in a series of powerful spasms. He groaned, his hips slamming into mine as he followed me over the edge, his dick pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
I felt the thick, hot ropes fill me before squirting out the sides of where he penetrated me as if his load was so hefty my body couldn’t contain it all.
When we both came down from our orgasmic high, I was trembling. Uncle Brooks pulled his dick out of me, my pussy juices and his cum leaked out of me and dribbled down my thighs. He whispered praises into my ear, and I smiled, feeling loved more than anything.
Uncle Brooks kissed the top of my head then carefully removed the suction cups from my breasts, the cold air tingling against my sensitive nipples. Ever so gently, he bent his head and kissed each peak and licked away the residual milk. Then he leaned up, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both sweet and possessive.
Before I could stand, Uncle Brooks scooped me in his arms and carried me out of the barn, right into the house, and into the shower.
There, he bathed me carefully, washed my hair, and was so very gentle with my sensitive breasts. We had chores to do, animals to take care of, and a farm to run, but right now, for this brief moment in time… it was about us.
EPILOGUE
DOLLY
The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Uncle Brooks’s bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room.
This was my home now. I had no intention of going back to my old life, not when I was so deeply in love with my uncle.
I stirred awake, the familiar ache in my breasts pulling me from sleep. They were heavy, swollen, and tender. Although it was highly uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but smile.
I shifted, feeling the dampness where my nipples had rubbed against and leaked milk onto my nightgown.
I felt my cheeks heat as I gently touched the soft mounds. They were full like this every morning, the weight of them comforting and strange all at once.
