Milked, Claimed, & Bred By My Stepdad, # 12 Erin: A Stepfather And Daughter Erotica Short With Lactation, Milking, And Pregnancy

My breast pump shatters on the bedroom floor, and my stepfather is standing in the doorway.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I'm eighteen, been living in Eric's house for exactly one month, and I've been hiding a humiliating medical condition the entire time. My body produces milk. Has been for a year. Hormonal issue, the doctor said. Nothing to worry about, just pump regularly and take your medication.

Except now Eric knows.

He's forty-three, built like he swings hammers for a living—because he does—and those calloused contractor's hands are currently reaching for the broken pieces of plastic like he can fix this. Fix me. We’re connected with his brief marriage to Mom, but there's no blood between us. Just an uncomfortable amount of attraction I've been suppressing since I moved in.

The logical part of my brain knows I should be mortified. The rest of me is focused on the way he's looking at me—at the wet spots on my shirt, at the evidence I can't hide anymore—with something that definitely isn't disgust.

People will judge. They already do. The age gap. The connected-by-marriage thing. How fast I went from his stepdaughter to his wife.

Let them talk. They weren't there when broken became beautiful, when wrong became the only thing that ever felt right.