Mom was away for the night

Squirt after squirt of his hot milk splattered into my ending wall. The layers and walls of my tissues, muscles, and organs, all convulsed and ripped at the external object casting them aside.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” I cried breathlessly into his pecks as my breasts smeared themselves below. It was minutes before my body broke the gyrations into my father’s hips and my mind broke the repetitive words of my father’s title over me.

—

In the silence of the room I heard someone shift their bare foot over the carpet. With fear, I instantly looked back to see who must have walked in while I was in my high.

“Looks like things got a little out of hand,” Amy said.

“Sorry, I couldn’t control myself,” I replied caught in the act.

“It’s okay. I got a little carried away too and accidently ate Brendan to completion.”

“Must be the twin thing; both losing control at the same time.”

Amy smiled to me. “Well, I think we effectively mastered that over years of practice more than us being twins.”

“Either way,” I grinned back, “I could use a little brother to just cuddle anyways after what dad and I just did. I won’t force him to push out another one.”