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“Let me see.” I take the machine from her and set it on the counter, opening the back, pretending to inspect the insides as I shake my head. “Motor is fried.”
“So…” Her fingers twiddle over the top flesh of her chest. “You can’t fix it?” Her voice trembles as I shake my head and she looks to me for help. “But, I’m hurting, what do I do? Use my hands? That will take forever and they hurt, Uncle Eli.”
There’s pleading in her voice and a stab of guilt stings in my gut, but I quickly override it as my cock leaks against the front of my jeans.
“No, squeezing will only take a small amount of milk out.” I clear my throat. “Come here. I know you are hurting, I can see it in your eyes. I will help, but there’s only one way.”
I should stop this now. Reason clashes with lust inside my chest as the little girl I raised into a young woman stands in front of me, looking for help.
Am I such a bastard that not only have I been feeding her my homemade lactation cookies and tea brewed with my special blend of fenugreek, fennel, anise, coriander, and blessed thistle, but I’ve broken her breast pump so that she will have no choice but to let me suckle her and then, oh then, I know her sweet, dripping pussy will be mine.
A father shouldn’t want these things. She may not be my niece by blood, but I’ve been the only father in her life and now, all I want to do is hold her down on the kitchen table with a mouth full of milky tit while I rail into her raw, with every inch of my greedy dick.
She is an angel. My angel. And it’s time me for me to claim her in ways I shouldn’t but I know I will.
“What are you thinking?”
I’m thinking of shoving your ankles behind your ears, getting that tit in my mouth and taking your cherry straight to hell.
She is purity and innocence and I want to defile her in a thousand ways.
“Just trust Daddy,” I say, the last word slipping from my lips like a dark signal of the storm on the horizon.
I step forward and draw her hand forward, pulling her to the edge of the kitchen table as her blue eyes widen.
“Did you just say…Daddy?”
She swallows as I focus on the blue veins snaking just under the ivory flesh of her cleavage and slip my hands around her tiny waist, positioning her plump ass on the end of the kitchen table then taking a seat in the chair in front of her.
“Isn’t that what you call me at night when you are alone in your room?” I want all the cards on the table, I want no more secrets between us. She may fight, she may not understand but one thing she is not going to do, is get away from me.
Ever.
Her bee sting plump lips fall open in a silent answer.
“How did you know?”
I scoot the wooden chair I made myself closer, spreading her knees with my torso, my head at the perfect height for her to feed me from those engorged milkers. She’s a tiny girl but her tits are giving Dolly Parton a run for her money right now and she’s never been more beautiful than she is sitting there with confusion crinkling her nose.
“We’ve had our bedrooms next to each other for ten years. I have good ears.”
“But…” She starts, then stalls as I reach up and unbutton two more of the white pearl buttons on her blouse as her hands start to tremble. Her heartbeat is audible, fast, racing, racing toward the finish line with me there waiting to give her the prize I’ve been saving just for her.
“But what? Do you not call me Daddy when you’re alone? Or is it not me you are thinking about when you use that word?” Lightning crashes through my core waiting for her answer which comes immediately and with enthusiasm.
She shakes her head and I spread open her shirt, nearly losing consciousness as I see her soaking wet bra, the hint of her deep pink areola peeking out from the top of the lace.
“No! I don’t think of anyone else.”
“So you do think of me. I’m Daddy.”
She nods and a wash of relief warms me as my balls tighten into knots and my cock bends like a forged iron bar in my pants.
“Daddy.” She purrs as I settle my palm on the outside of her wet bra. “Are you going to suck my milk out?”
“Yes, baby.” Another shift. Another word uttered that secures her in my life in a position other than what the world would accept between a man that’s raised his niece as his own.
The fear in her eyes turns to fire as I squeeze the heavy flesh of her breast and her lips curve into a smile, her lashes flutter as her head falls back.
