Brotherly Love

For starters I have to acknowledge I changed Bryson and Cam Miller's parents from Ruth and Freddie to Breeda and Calvin Miller from the first chapter intro.

It all started with Bryson and Cam sharing secret fetishes about each other's wives, Hilary's large breasts turning on Bryson and Stephanie's big ass turning on Cam. Cam and Hilary were younger and had two kids compared to the older Millers with four.

In that first chapter there was a swap and at the end of it we discovered both women were pregnant. There's a lot of evidence that points to the likelihood they sired a child with the other's wife, but no blood test.

We are approaching the date the women's baby's would be born, similar due dates and they're close enough that Hilary is lactating. For the past months, Stephie emerged with a secret life before meeting Bryson, pastor of the family church, and has been training the other three as her slaves, while helping Cam develop a Master role with Hilary.

Stephie shared her coach in college, seducing her and training her in BDSM and leaving her leading up to her finding Bryson. The couples trained under Stephie AND began to establish a commune lifestyle blending the families and practicing protocols for the adults to commiserate with each other at night or on the side, not bringing attention to themselves.

The training has paused till after the births and Stephie has noticed another fetish making an appearance around the group involving her Father-in-law Calvin, and Hilary.

Thanks as always toJacobRiley49for editing.

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(All Hilary's POV) - 11 a.m. Monday

The image looking back at me in the mirror was stunning. I found it ironic that after eight years of marriage, it took my sister-in-law loving my body to convince me I was gorgeous.

The baby bump was massive and my large breasts, which I didn't hide in frumpy clothes anymore, sat on top, nipples pointed upwards. I rubbed my belly, then my breasts, lingering on the nipples.

I was a week or so from birth and I wanted the baby out. I didn't care when Stephie went into labour, I was ready and I'd used this method on both of my other two children.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in, Calvin!" I said loudly towards the door, to my Father-in-law.

He opened the door and without stepping in, took me in from head to toe.

"My God, you're beautiful," the elder pastor said.

"That's quite fitting, Pastor," I giggled, his tall, stately appearance aways a welcomed site. "God did create me..."

"Some of his finest work," he said walking in slowly, soaking in all of my body, his eyes scanning first then fixating on my breasts. "From the day you met my son, I've been beholden to your beauty."

"And what trouble did that get us into," I giggled, moving to him, my eyes on his face, until he looked up to see me. His smile got broad watching me until I was directly in front of him. "Everyone is out for at least two hours."

His hands reached out and caressed my belly, on it's top, then sliding underneath, pulling his face to my breasts, one hand coming up, his fingers massaging my areola getting the nipple ready.

"Ohhh...Calvin...You are an...ohhh...experhhhtt..."

He worked the nipple, then squeezed it, a droplet of milk arriving at the tip, working it some more, as more pushed out.

Calvin gently took his lips to the tip, sucked the milk on the exterior, then sucked hard, getting more and stopping himself, his eyes wide.

"It's okay, I'm ready...if you stimulate birth...Ohh..." I said and moaned, he increased his sucking.

"Fuck...Ohhh...Calvin..."

I slid my hand down and massaged my clit.

My other hand petted his hair, unusually thick, fingers massaged his scalp his lips pumping me getting a flow of the thick colostrum.

"OHhh...Calvin," He didn't stop suckling, getting his fill on the right one, then he stopped. "Mmm...kiss me."

Calvin did kiss me; his lips had some of the sweet nectar.

He quickly went back to the other breast, his fingers finding the other nipple, prepping it and going down on it, suckling the colostrum and sucking harder, pulling from her breast.

"Ohhh...I missed this..." I sighed, my hand pushing a finger inside myself, rubbing spots. "Ohhh....Calvin...."

He went on, getting his fill, bringing his hands under the breasts, playing some and looking down at them. I've always been amazed he can have me here naked, generally not sliding off his pants and having at my pussy.

"Mmmm...yes..." I had a subtle orgasm, his lips kissing them then up for one more kiss with me and took a step backwards.

"You have become a bit demonic," Calvin said to me with a serious tone.

"I like pleasure, there's nothing to it," I said, pulling my fingers out of myself slowly, then putting them in my mouth not ashamed to taste myself. "You don't want to know all the things we've been up too."

"Oh, I can imagine," He said walking to the door.

I wanted to push back, to ask him if he thought Bryson being a Cuck to Cam; or we were sharing wives and lives; or my love for Stephie, was okay; or we each might be baring the other husband's child.

"You can imagine because you've been there," I said and stomped off into the bathroom. Then yelling - "Goodbye! See yourself out!"

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1 p.m.

I showered and was dressed; the contractions didn't start as I had hoped from his milking me and my own pleasuring.

"Hey girl!" I greeted my sister-in-law, Stephie. "Ready to get this baby out yet?

"Been ready a long time," she said laughing. "Have you been jumping up and down, riding on hills in a vehicle, having Cam bang your brains out??"

"Cam was with you guys this week." I said with a tone saying, 'don't be stupid on purpose.'

"Oh yeah, he's been banging my brains out to no avail." Giggling Stephie was adorable. "I sent him home, should be there pretty soon."

"I miss you..." I told her, meaning that more than anything.

"I miss you too...Gonna be a while till after the babies that I get to taste you."

"I feel so big, not sexy at all," I said to her, but that's a lie. I felt sexy with our husbands father nursing at my breast.

"Alrighty, talk to you later," she started to say goodbye then added. "Hey, were you lactating at church in front of Calvin last week?"

"Yeah, I was leaking as he was asking about providing more toys for the kids room at church," I lied straight out to her. "Embarrassing as fuck, though he was graceful letting me get out to the bathroom."

"Gotcha. Byeee!"

That late morning, right after church, he hustled me to the side room, locked the door and begged to try to get me going. He pushed, pulled and sucked to no avail, until I put everything back on, walked towards the door and they sprung a leak.

That led to this morning, his wanting to have a taste.

"Hilary! You upstairs, Baby??"

"Yeah, stud!" I said slipping out of my pregnancy pants climbing on the bed, my large belly sticking up, my legs spread, my pussy open and ready.

"Jesus, you girls are going to kill me!" He said, hustling out of his shorts and shirt.

I was pulling at my shirt and bra when he bounced up.

"Fuck it out of me, Cam!" I said, my wet, dank cunt ready.

I felt wider than ever, he pushed inside and began bucking against me, slamming into my hips, not the baby, again and again.

"OHHH! BABY!! How many times...ohhh...did you fuck Stephie?...Ohhh"

"A lot...fuck, you're wet..."

I thought he might have broken my waters, but he didn't, mounting his wife, driving that nine inch spike inside of me again and again.

"GOD! YESSSS!!!" I came, his pussy pounding penis driving it home over and over.

"Sloppy cunt bitch!" He said, trying to get his load up.

"Keep going! OHHhhh!" I moaned, head back. "Don't stop on my account!"

He fucked me a good 1/2 hour before he finally came.

"Fuck..." I said, bummed there were no contractions.

"I'm heading out for some golf," he said, pulling out and finding his underwear and shorts.

"I may just take a nap right here naked."

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3 p.m.

I napped and while I did, I dreamt of Calvin sucking my breasts, not a baby's size but wearing a baby's bonnet. I lactated some and was wet down below, though some of Cam's spunk cumming inside me before golfing had something to do with that.

I had gotten most everything done in the morning before Calvin visited and I was fixated on that interaction and was reflecting on our history since starting to date his son back in our senior years.

I wanted to write it down; it was an amazing, unbelievable, taboo story that I wanted no one that knew me to know; but I wanted to tell the world the twisted truth. I went to the computer, logged into a website called "Erotic Journeys" where I had written a few stories back in the day, and even chatted with some patrons on the site back after our first child.

I hit the "new story" button, filled out the required categories and things and began to write the story about Calvin and his obsession with breast milk and how it began.

Here's the story:

I had dated Cam Miller beginning the September of our senior year. He turned 18 the previous year, being held back for sports and I turned 18 on September 1st. We had flirted all our junior year while seeing others, but then when he broke up with his girlfriend, I put on a full court press to get him to ask me to Homecoming.

We got serious before Christmas, and I met his entire family at a gift exchange over the holiday break. I started going to his basketball games with his parents and got to know Calvin and Breeda very, very well since my parents were split up and my mom worked all the time.

Since Calvin was a pastor at the time, Cal and I took things slow, kissing and fondling through February, showing him my breasts after the Valentine's Day dance in the basement of a friend's house. It was late March when I finally got to hold that beautiful cock that he had sent me pictures of, and he was cheeky in requesting to 'tittie-fuck' me, and I allowed it, getting hit in the face with his load.

I sucked him off the rest of the spring, and it wasn't until prom, renting a room downtown under a different name, that we fucked for the first time. We did it four times that night after leaving prom a little early, just living in each other's bodies for over 13 hours.

I loved Cam and we started talking marriage, while he was going to college nearby and I was undecided, probably doing the same.

During the spring I noticed Calvin...I called him my 'future father-in-law' and both he and Cam loved that reference...watching me and especially dialling in on my 36DD breasts. His eyes would pop when I wore a tight t-shirt, sweater or sports bras under tank tops.

It was when I was invited to a family trip to their lake house, 30 miles away, that things became interesting.

Since losing my virginity, having sex four times in a short time, my pheromones and my hormones were amped up and I projected sex, dressed like I wanted sex and bottom-line desired sex.

I looked at Cam's classmates, Cam's brother, hot boys below us and just men in general with wanton desire. I saw Calvin as a viral, older man, in shape and likely sharing his endowment with his son. I wondered in my head and looking back, I had a slightly flirty attitude with him, especially if we were alone.

"What's your bra size?" Calvin asked when I came out in a bikini first to the boat at the boat dock.

"Guess..." I said, turning left and turning right, showing them off.

"Hey!" Cam said, coming down the dock in a hurry. "What you two chatting about?"

"Swimsuits." I said.

"Yeah, there's not much to that one," He nodded his head towards me.

"Dad!"

"He's got eyes," I said defending his oldman, then leaning into Cam's body. "It's like 90 and not even noon, so I'm not covering up. Plus, I need the sun."

"Creamy white skin, son..."

"Christ, Dad...she's got a tan..."

I smiled at Calvin and we went out and had a great afternoon on the boat. I stood on the front, my profile magnificent, 5'6" frame, a good waist, not super skinny, appropriate for my chest and shoulders. I had toned legs from dancing and had been tanning.

Calvin had kept his flirt on even in front of his son.

The elder Miller was in decent shape for mid-forties, I'd never asked actually. He didn't have a gut, quite the opposite, a waist that wasn't a six pack but didn't have a layer of fat much past what a 'healthy' human had.

His hair was more pepper than salt those days, and it was full and he had good looking arms; chest bare. Being a pastor, he was confident and you could feel he was untouchable.

Breeda, his wife was modestly handsome, wearing a one piece her breasts nice but not large, I'd say in the 34C range, beginning to hang down some, not much extra weight and slender, ballerina legs. She had creamy white skin.

Stephie and Bryson were scarce that year and couldn't make it to many of Cam's games, drawing some ire from the younger sibling.

"You'd think he'd make time," Cam said. I was sitting on his lap, his arms around me under my breasts. "It's a good thing my folks are a decent hang, even for a pastor."

We were up in front, Calvin and Breeda were floating in the water.

"Your Dad flirts a lot," I said. "Has he always?"

"Yeah, it doesn't seem to bother Mom, I mean he's a pastor."

"Um, Watch the news! There are plenty of pastors that have pushed boundaries and been caught, even jailed!"

"I was nine or ten and remembered Mom being upset and overhearing something about being 'out with that woman' with the big tits."

"Hmmm..." I thought to myself. "That has a disturbing ring."

"Quiet..." he laughed giving my right one a squeeze.

I was a greedy little bitch back then, flirting with all of Cam's athletic friends, his Dad, people who came into my mom's coffee shop. I didn't do anything, Cam's long cock and skilful use of it, stopped me from straying at all.

But Calvin...there was something about how he looked at me, like I was prey...and I liked that feeling.

We got back from an afternoon of boating. I had put a cover on as it was hot, then the sun went behind the clouds. My nipples were hard as stone, pushing through the top and the cover.

I walked towards the stairs, saw Calvin outside with Breeda, and my inner demon moved me towards the deck where they sat.

"Can I help you with anything for dinner?" I asked my hosts, letting my cover slide to the side, exposing one breast and it's hard nipple pressing into the fabric of the scant top.

"Don't worry about it, you're our guest," Breeda said, a nice smile with just a hint of coffee stain on her teeth.

"I'll help with the clean-up then...I insist," I glanced over at Calvin whose eyes were fixated on my chest, looked up and smiled.

I wrinkled my nose at him, then got up, showing him my ass.

"Shower's open," Cam said bounding in from upstairs. I slapped his ass and went towards the stairs.

"Hey!"

"She's a live one, son," I heard Calvin say while I walked to the steps.

"You have no idea" I muttered to myself heading to the shower.

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The upstairs of the lake house had all the three bedrooms, the living area in between and a walk out downstairs with sleeper sofas.

I showered long and warm, as there were steaks on the grill. I had hoped Cam would double back and surprise me in the shower, but with his folks around I knew that wouldn't happen.

I got out, drying myself, admiring the redness I had gained during the boat ride and swimming. I rubbed my body down with aloe and spread it out over my cleavage, wondering how bad Calvin would want to, or Cam!

I walked out into the bedroom and a shadow moved in the hall.

"Hello?"

No one answered.

"Hmmm..."

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It was late afternoon, I came downstairs and at the bar Calvin had fixed us 'Old Fashioneds' with a local bourbon, He went on and on telling me he knew I was a 'bourbon girl' handing me the drink with extreme eye contact. I was surprised how cavalier he was about drinking, especially letting Cam drink on the boat since he was still out for sports that summer.

We were in the basement, the walkout patio was covered and the pool table was wheeled outside where there was a tiki like bar, as well as a full bar in the basement outside. He nodded towards the table and I nodded back 'yes' for a game of pool.

"Where's Cam and Breeda?" I asked, not really caring enjoying Calvin soaking me in, my summer outfit, red short shorts, a red camisole that could barely keep the 'girls' contained.

"We eat late out here so they ran to the store for things and then the two of them have a tradition of picking berries for dessert," he said, staying in my line of sight while I set up to break the triangle of balls he smoothly set out. "Breeda's struggling with letting Cam go to school."

"Let him go, that's an interesting concept," I said, sensing something. "Is he a Momma's boy?"

The bourbon rushed to my head, I felt like I was floating upwards watching our interactions from above.

"Oh, he's a Momma's boy, but a mischievous one,"

I was chalking up, getting ready to hit.

"I'm sure you've encountered 'mischievous Cam'."

"I have. It's the Cam that I love the most."

I grinned began to approach the table, leaning forward my camisole opening up, giving hm a view straight down my cleavage, the bulbous mounds of flesh pushing forward.

He laughed, then asked. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes" I said and struck the cue ball with my usual power, sending his tightly racked formation scattering. My eyes looked up at him, the cue had spun, burrowed forward and as this cleared around the eight ball it struck it, sending it into the corner pocket.

I picked up my glass, downed the rest of the bourbon, handed it empty to Calvin and picked up the triangle.

"I'll rack, and I'm up for another."

"Game or bourbon?"

"Both."

He grinned, unashamedly looking down my cleavage and up into my eyes.

"You've played before," Calvin said slipping behind the bar, the orange peel already cut, mixing almost without looking.

I'd started drinking when I was 14, just sampling bottles, interested in all the smells and flavours. We had gone on several 'bourbon tours' in Louisville before Dad left us and was fascinated with the science of the process.

"One thing my Mom fought to keep in the divorce was Dad's antique pool table." I said, rolling the balls back and forth, leaning forward my breasts again pushing out with gravity. "She got it because she said I loved to play it, which I did, for hours on rainy days or in the summer."

I spun the triangle in my fingers, pulling it back. I felt magical having Calvin's attention. You could say what I missed from having a Father around and my general horniness and confidence.

I hadn't lied to him; I was on the pill though I forgot to take it the past three days and didn't put it in with my things this weekend. My teenage brain told me it was all okay and I'd have Cam pull out if anything got going.

Watching Calvin get ready to break, I could see the online of his endowment in his shorts, nice looking navy blue that match a muted beach style shirt. The dark hair that he and Cam shared puffing out of the top of the shirt and down his legs, very masculine like his son.

"Any stakes?" He asked, just before hitting the rack. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"Oh." I said, standing up from the chair. "Okay, how about if I win you take Breeda for a long walk after dinner."

I funnelled my confidence and horniness towards Cam, getting him alone, letting him ride me, though I wasn't sure in that moment it was what I really wanted.