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Her screams don’t move beyond my palm as I rub and rub and fuck and hump against her until my balls are ready to heave.

My peak hits with one last bucking thrust as I use my niece, the little girl I raised as my fuck toy. I bend her over the table, bearing my weight against her as my cock slides up and down through her ripe ass, grinding down until blackness takes over and I hump her with all my fury. All the years of waiting and shame come out of me in a bellow that shakes the windows.

She’s calling for me under the clamp of my hand and I release, grabbing the edges of the table and lifting it with ruby pinned between, ramming myself against her in a climax that blinds me. Taking every moment of pleasure from her as my hot, sticky release coats our skin and she gasps out my name.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

The love I feel for her in this moment weakens my knees. My heart is pounding out a storm inside me as she goes limp and I know she will be with me forever.

I cradle her against me as we both pant and there’s a flash of light through the front window making me tuck Ruby behind me, pulling up my pants as the sound of a voice calls through the door.

“Ruby! It’s me, please, we did what your uncle said but my parents kicked me out. David punched my father and they called the sheriff. I have nowhere else to go…”

Fuck. Playtime is over.

CHAPTER6

Ruby

Ihaven’t stopped shaking since that orgasm.

The one my uncle gave me.

With his mouth. Then his fingers. Then, with his cock slipping through my ass cheeks.

Three times I came and God knows what was going to happen next.

I’ll never know because Marcy’s drama ended things before they could go any farther.

That’s good, right?

I mean, sure, Eli was trying to help me with my milk situation, which, by the way, is now a problem again as usual in the morning.

But, things just got way, way out of control. It was a one time thing I’m sure. Eli surely needs a woman, but me?

I think he was just milk drunk. I’ve heard of it, but why do I feel so…different?

Like we’ve crossed an invisible line and things will never go back to the way they were. Is this the life I want forever? Living on a farm, up to my knees in cow muck and scraping by to pay the electric bill?

Is that what I was born for? Is that what I worked so hard in school for?

I shake my head as I smell the bacon drifting down the hall as Marcy snores softly on the other side of my bed.

She was up a lot in the night, crying and whispering on phone calls with David. I pretended to be asleep. I clearly now have problems of my own but now that the sun is coming up, my tummy is rolling knowing it’s Friday and Eli and I always do our dairy barn chores together on Fridays.

And, as I said, Eli never wavers so he’s in the kitchen cooking us breakfast as he always does and I need to man up and get down there. There’s no days off on a farm as Eli always says so I pull up my big girl shorts, tie up my t-shirt, then make an executive decision that is probably a mistake.

Reaching up the back of my t-shirt, I unclasp my bra, then reach inside each sleeve, tug the straps down over each arm, release them, and tug the bra out from one sleeve and set the girls free.

Who am I?

I’m Daddy’s little milky wonder is what I am. Let’s do this thing. What’s the worst that could happen?

Don’t answer that. I’m just throwing caution into the August wind. For once, I want to live dangerously.

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