Page 5 of M!lking Mina

Did he stop to jerk off?

Yes he did.

Did he imagine himself as the owner of a herd of sexy, busty women who were bent over in their stalls, being plowed from behind by ranch hands while a milking machine tugged at their swollen breasts?

Yes he did.

And he imagined himself fucking his own sweet little hucow. Not just while she was being milked, but while he milked her… with his mouth.

But it wasn’t just the hot sex that pulled him in, because as soon as he got off, he immediately picked the book back up. Because he needed to know what happened next.

When he finally finished, way past his normal bedtime (which he was probably going to regret in the morning), he didn’t bother waiting to tell Derek. He sent off an email immediately, with just two words.

I’m in.

Mina

Weekly dinners with her family were always a little fraught for Mina, but this one was especially so because Esther was there. What made it a little different was that Esther wasn’t behaving like… well, she wasn’t behaving like Esther. In fact, Mina was kind of worried about her. Esther looked tired. Defeated. Not at all like her successful, bubbly self.

Their mother kept shooting worried looks at Esther as well.

Nobody had the courage to ask, not even Oma, their mom’s mom. Though, it was possible she hadn’t noticed as she was very distracted by her first great-grandchild, the son of Mina’s cousin Paula.

Finally, after dinner, Esther went out to sit on the front porch and Mina followed. She wasn’t sure how she’d be received, but she knew she’d kick herself if she didn’t at least try. If Esther pushed her away, then that was her sister’s decision, Mina had done the right thing. At least, she knew that’s what her therapist would say if she’d had the opportunity to ask ahead of time.

“Hey, how are you doing?” she asked, sitting down on the front stoop next to her sister, keeping a few inches of space between them.

They’d never been the touchy-feely type, even though it seemed like Esther was that way with all her actual friends. Just not her sister.

“I got fired,” Esther said bluntly, staring at the sky, which was just starting to dim as the sun began to go down.

Mina sucked in a shocked breath. Fired? Esther? “What? Why?”

“Downsizing. They’d rather have AI do my job, even though it fucks up half the time.” Esther shook her head. “At least it’s fucking up for basically free.”

“That’s insane.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.” Esther shook her head. “I should have gone into cyber security like you. Now there’s job security.” Esther sighed, dropping her head down.

“It’s not too late.” Mina’s hand settled down in the space between them. An offering. In case Esther wanted to take it. Though she doubted her sister would. But she was wrong. Maybe Esther was just in such a bad spot that she didn’t care it was Mina’s hand, because she reached down to take it and give it a squeeze. Mina’s next words came out in a rush, trying to pretend Esther hadn’t just shaken her to her core with worry. “You’re smart. I bet you could learn it and I could help.”

“Thanks, but I’m not sure that’s what I want to do. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Her sister still hadn’t let go of her hand. Whatever Esther needed right now, Mina was going to give it to her, because she was obviously in a very bad spot.

“Why did you stay here? Why didn’t you leave? You could work from anywhere.” Esther waved the hand that wasn’t holding Mina’s, the gesture encompassing their childhood home and the street that they’d grown up on, the city they’d lived in for Mina’s whole life.

Esther had been the success story who had gotten out of their small town, working a better job. No one knew that Mina was a success. She didn’t really talk about her job, she didn’t have any friends from school who’d stayed around, and she still lived in town.

But she could have left.

She shrugged.

“I don’t like change.” Which was an understatement. It wasn’t the whole reason either. “I don’t know where I’d go.”

It wasn’t so much that she was dedicated to living here, she just didn’t know where else she’d want to go. She’d traveled some. Cities were fun to visit, but she couldn’t imagine living in one. Her brain would explode from overstimulation. She could only handle three nights in New York City at most before all the lights and noise got to her. Suburbs… maybe she was being judgmental but she just didn’t see the point.

If she was going to have space, she wantedspace. Not a teensy bit of lawn while still being able to peer in the next door neighbor’s window. And the cookie cutter developments gave her the creeps. Too Stepford.

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