Forbidden Milk

Matthew held the bottle in his hands, looking surprised. "This milk's still warm. It's so fresh!"

Hearing that made my heart flutter.

He eagerly twisted off the cap and greedily breathed in the scent drifting from inside. Then he took a big gulp, milk dripping from the corner of his lips all the way down to his throat.

Watching that made my whole body go weak. I wanted nothing more than to tear my shirt off right then and there and let him drink his fill.

Nicholas watched from the side, his eyes filled with shock and fury. He knew I produced a lot of milk and would bottle it up. Throughout the dinner, he was in a terrible mood.

Matthew asked him, "Nicholas, Kiara's our guest. Why the long face?"

Nicholas did not answer. He just silently pushed his food around.

After dinner, he pulled me into the bedroom to confront me. "How could you give your milk to Matthew? That's completely out of line."

I looked at him, hurt. "You drink it too, don't you? Besides, I produce so much every day. Isn't it a waste to just throw it away?"

However, Nicholas stayed furious. "Let me make this clear: you're not giving him any more milk."

We went to bed angry that night.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Matthew's face kept flashing through my mind, and I even had fantasies of him drinking from me. These shameful thoughts played over and over in my head like a movie. My insides felt like they were on fire, and there was a dull ache low in my belly.

Soon, my chest started leaking again, dripping onto the sheets. So, I got up to go to the bathroom, planning to squeeze out the excess and wash it down the toilet.

As soon as I stepped into the hallway, someone blocked my path. I flipped on the light and realized that it was Matthew.

He stood there in front of me, his expression pained, almost begging. "Kiara, do you have any more of that milk? If you do, I want more. I feel restless."

He was only wearing his boxer briefs. The outline beneath was impossible to miss, standing boldly in front of me.

I must have set off something in him, because he was clearly having a strong physical reaction. Looking at his size made me feel like ants were crawling under my skin. The sight of him made heat crawl through my body.

Nicholas was never able to satisfy me, and it had been so long since I felt like a real woman. With Matthew standing right there, I could barely hold myself back.

When I did not answer, he called out again. "Kiara, just give me one more bottle. Please."

I was aching too. I wanted to just lift my shirt and let him drink straight from me. However, Nicholas was already furious about this, so I forced the desire back down.

"Sorry, I can't help you. I don't have any left," I said, trying to push past him to get to the bathroom.

Suddenly, Matthew wrapped his arms around me from behind. "I don't believe you. I smell milk on you, so you're definitely hiding it from me. Come on, just one more bottle."

His hands pressed right against my chest. Instantly, milk shot out like a squirt gun, splattering against the wall.

Matthew was completely stunned. It took him a moment to find his voice. "S-So it was you the whole time?"

My face was burning with shame. I wanted to disappear after embarrassing myself like that in front of him.

Then suddenly, I felt my feet leave the ground.

Matthew picked me up. "Damn it, Kiara! You're lactating so much. Just let me have a taste."

The truth was, I wanted him to, but he was my boyfriend's brother.

Moreover, Nicholas was already about it. How could I take it even further?

I struggled, trying to get down.

Yet, Matthew was the basketball captain for a reason. His arms were strong, and I could not break free.

"Let me go!" I cried out, but my voice came out soft and breathless instead.

The sound of it only seemed to excite him more. I could feel something hard pressing against my belly. It made my whole body go weak, my blood start to boil. I felt like I was going to burst.

He lowered his head, about to latch onto me.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and kept protesting. "Don't! Please! I'm going to be your sister-in-law."

He pinned me against the wall, his hips pressing into mine. I could feel him, hard and insistent.

The sensation was humiliating, yet impossible to resist. It kept teasing my nerves and slowly wearing down my will.

Like an animal, Matthew roughly pried my hands away from my chest."Move your hands. Why let something good go to waste? We're family, so what are you afraid of?"

At that moment, I felt completely exposed in front of him. Yet deep inside, a fierce thrill surged through me.

My boyfriend, morality, all of it meant nothing compared to this raw, primal need.

A low moan escaped my throat, and the words came out before I could stop them. "G-Go easy, please."