NovelAI Scenario: Marjorie's Milk: An Incestuous Perversion

Description

Two siblings since reunited, they longed for each other's companionship following a long estrangement; Marjorie had married, and her large abdomen─spherical like a ball─indicated she was with child. Her breasts were heavy and full of milk, which was painful for her; hence she must regularly empty her breasts into the mouth of her loving brother.

Tags

incest, brother, sister, pregnancy, lactation, romance, notes++

Prompt

My hands were caressing the white, firm flesh of her beautiful neck as dusk approached in the secluded garden, slowly working their way down to the heaving bubbies a little lower down; finally, I whispered, "What a lovely bust you have developed since I saw you last, dear Marjorie, just the perfect size to fit in a man's hand." We'd reunited after being apart for six months: Marjorie had married, and then came to see me at our family estate, for she could no longer contain her lust. Marjorie was several months pregnant, and her stomach bulged beneath a light cotton dress of green-and-white vertical stripes; having risen from her seat beneath a large oak tree in the private garden, she was looking up into my eyes half-lidded. Her large milk-filled breasts bulged like perfectly ripe grapes beneath the fabric; since her pregnancy, Marjorie's breasts had swollen to a Size DD, even more tender and sensitive, the cavernous cleavage to be deeply suckled and enjoyed. "What a rude boy you have grown ${name male}, since I were here last; droolin' over my chest, and I've a bun in the oven!" Despite her words, even I could hear the affection in her tone; her heavy, pregnant belly did little to diminish her beauty, her swollen orbs large and inviting. "Sister," I teased, "I can see your milk soaking through the fabric, despite your words." My sister placed her arm around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. She then reached down and pinched my bottom. "Bastard," she teased. "You are incorrigible! You ain't changed a bit since we were kids." My right hand rested on one of the panting globes of her bosom, gently pinching the nipple to produce her sweet colostrum. Her heaving bosom beneath the fabric had dampened it, and I used the moisture to work the tip and make it erect. "Mmmm…They are full again, my sweet ${name male}…Would you care to drink from them?" Marjorie lasciviously requested; she knew I would not refuse. I knelt before her, pulling down the neckline of her dress to... [Click to expand]

My hands were caressing the white, firm flesh of her beautiful neck as dusk approached in the secluded garden, slowly working their way down to the heaving bubbies a little lower down; finally, I whispered, "What a lovely bust you have developed since I saw you last, dear Marjorie, just the perfect size to fit in a man's hand." We'd reunited after being apart for six months: Marjorie had married, and then came to see me at our family estate, for she could no longer contain her lust.

Marjorie was several months pregnant, and her stomach bulged beneath a light cotton dress of green-and-white vertical stripes; having risen from her seat beneath a large oak tree in the private garden, she was looking up into my eyes half-lidded. Her large milk-filled breasts bulged like perfectly ripe grapes beneath the fabric; since her pregnancy, Marjorie's breasts had swollen to a Size DD, even more tender and sensitive, the cavernous cleavage to be deeply suckled and enjoyed.

"What a rude boy you have grown ${name male}, since I were here last; droolin' over my chest, and I've a bun in the oven!" Despite her words, even I could hear the affection in her tone; her heavy, pregnant belly did little to diminish her beauty, her swollen orbs large and inviting.

"Sister," I teased, "I can see your milk soaking through the fabric, despite your words."

My sister placed her arm around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. She then reached down and pinched my bottom. "Bastard," she teased. "You are incorrigible! You ain't changed a bit since we were kids."

My right hand rested on one of the panting globes of her bosom, gently pinching the nipple to produce her sweet colostrum. Her heaving bosom beneath the fabric had dampened it, and I used the moisture to work the tip and make it erect.

"Mmmm…They are full again, my sweet ${name male}…Would you care to drink from them?" Marjorie lasciviously requested; she knew I would not refuse. I knelt before her, pulling down the neckline of her dress to

Memory

{3: I was ${name male}, Marjorie's adult brother, she had gone away to be married and we've since reunited, our lust for one another rekindled.}

{2: My sister Marjorie was a beautiful English woman with thick, luxurious raven hair, and bright coffee colored eyes. Marjorie's belly was like a giant round ball, perfectly spherical, stretching the fabric of her dress to its absolute limits; she was several months pregnant. Marjorie possessed huge, heavy breasts; each orb was like a perfect sphere, massive, creamy and bulging with motherly milk which lactated colostrum frequently.}

{0an1: Marjorie and were in a private garden, underneath a sprawling oak tree whose boughs provided concealment during the setting sun in this 18th century incestuous story.}

{0en1: Describe in detail Marjorie's pregnant belly and swollen lactating milk glands.}

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