Brotherly Love

Brotherly Love
by Summer

If you’ve read “A Milkmaid’s Tale” you’ll know a bit about me by now and I thought you might like to hear another story about my life.

I’m 47 years old and my husband Mark is 10 years younger. We have been married 10 years and have 2 boys of 9 and 7. When we got together I was a qualified accountant working in a high-powered job for a big London firm. After we discovered I was pregnant, moved in together and got married – Mark decided he didn’t want me to work anymore.

He is quite traditional in that he believes the man should be the provider and the woman should keep house and tend to the family. He is also a great believer in our marriage vows (particularly mine!) of love, honour and OBEY. This means that he is, indeed, master in his own house and expects me to do as he tells me without questioning – whatever it might be! You need to know this to accept this story.

This particular story starts when I was 5 months pregnant with child number 2. You will recall that I had been nursing my husband since child number 1 was born so I was already” in milk” and had been for over a year at that time. This meant that my breasts were already fairly large and Mark has always liked them to be on display.

This particular night, one of Mark’s brothers was coming to dinner – he has 5 brothers (all older than him). Mark had me dress in high heels, a short skirt with no panties as usual and a revealing plunge necked top, again with no bra, as usual. When Gary arrived, he gave me a tight hug and I knew he could feel my heavy, milk-filled breasts pressing against his chest. He hugged me for a bit longer than necessary and started to stroke my swollen belly and said to Mark “how come you got the looker, the one with the fantastic body bro?” I reddened and went to get drinks from the kitchen.

I took them into the lounge and sat beside Mark on the sofa. Gary was explaining that Gina, his wife, had gone to her folks for the weekend which is why he was at a loose end and had invited himself to dinner – hoped we didn’t mine. Mark laughed and said the more the merrier. All through the drinks, Mark had his arm possessively around my shoulders.

When we had finished eating, Mark took Gary back into the lounge whilst I got the coffee. He was again sitting on the sofa when I returned and patted the cushion beside him. He carried on talking to Gary while absentmindedly stroking one of my breasts with the hand that was over my shoulder. Of course my let-down kicked in and a wet patch appeared on my top.

Gary noticed and looked perplexed. He watched the wet area grow as Mark started to rub harder and then eventually he said – “you don’t breastfeed Sean do you Summer?” Mark laughed and shook his head.

Then he took one of my breasts out of my top – and showed it to Gary. It was heavy, swollen and milk-filled. He explained that the milk was for him and that I had fed him, at least three times a day, at my breast ever since Sean was born. I could see Gary was getting aroused at this and was clearly fascinated. Mark asked if he wanted to watch and Gary nodded eagerly. We had never nursed in front of anyone else before and I was very embarrassed.

Ignoring my protests, Mark undid my top and pulled it down to my waist. He then laid his head in my lap and latched on. He started to suck and my milk flowed into his mouth and he swallowed. Gary was getting more and more obviously aroused, as was Mark. Adult suckling is a very sensual and erotic act.

Mark put his hand under my skirt, pushed open my legs (so that Gary could watch) and started to finger-fuck me like he always did when suckling at my breast. After 30 minutes at one breast he sat up and asked Gary if he wanted to have the other one.

I was shocked! I had never before fed anyone other than Mark! Gary nodded eagerly and came over. Mark, totally ignoring me, helped Gary get into position with his head on my lap and tight against my swollen belly. He helped him latch onto my breast and then went to sit opposite and watched.

After about 5 minutes at my breast, Gary’s hand snaked under my skirt and started to finger-fuck me like Mark had, whilst Mark watched. As he made no comment, I assumed he didn’t mind!

After half an hour, when my breast was empty, Gary got up with a wonderful smile on his face and thanked both me and Mark for the pleasure. He then left and went home.

That night, Mark and I had sex like never before – I have never known Mark so aroused. He fucked me solid for 5 hours, in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. He just couldn’t get enough – it was as if watching his brother drinking my milk had released a dam inside him. It was amazing.

The next day of course, a Sunday, I was truly exhausted because I still had to feed Mark three times and look after Sean – even though I was 5 months pregnant.

That evening, I had gone to bed early to read after Sean was down for the night when I heard the doorbell. A few minutes later, Mark came into the bedroom with Gary behind him.

Mark pulled my covers off and said “Gary just wanted to check it wasn’t a dream last night so get your tits out honey – its feeding time again!” I then fed Gary for 30 minutes each side whilst, again, Mark watched. Gary’s hand snaked under my shortie nightie and finger-fucked me again.

After Gary had gone – I said “and how often am I expected to feed your brother?” and Mark, ignoring my tone, said “I’ve told Gary he can come round whenever he wants. Come on babe, he IS my brother and you DO make lots. You do as I tell you babe. What’s the problem?” And that’s the last time we ever discussed it.

Now Gary comes round 2 or 3 times a week for a feed. He often comes when Mark is out – but Mark doesn’t mind. And yes, whenever I say Gary has been over Mark gets very aroused and fucks me all night – jut the thought gets him going!

In fact, he gets so aroused at the thought of me with another man that for the past three years, every Saturday night he has watched me getting fucked by a different man, while he suckles – but that’s another story!

Take care and love always,

Summer © 2007