I had been secretly having Julia's milk for breakfast every day that week. Casey left for work a little earlier than I did and Julia didn't work at all, so I had a glorious window where all I had to think about—and all I could think about—was gulping down fresh milk straight from Julia's breasts. She liked to sit in my lap with her legs wrapped around me, nuzzling her face against my head as she pressed me to her. Since she was short, that would become too much for my neck, and then she would sit cross-legged and stroke my cock as I lay across her. She still loved when I called her baby, and in those moments she would call me baby too, begging me to take her milk and give me her cum. One morning my cum emerged so suddenly and strongly that a jet went straight into her open mouth. Watching her gasp and salivate over that one delicious mouthful made me need to come again in the shower alone only fifteen minutes later.
But soon it was Saturday again, and not a working Saturday for Casey, so I knew I wouldn't be having my milky breakfast again that day. What I did not expect was to pass by Julia's room after making an omelette for myself and to hear Casey's low, tremulous voice pleading with her cousin.
"I just don't understand why you couldn't tell me you were lactating again," she said tearily. "I TOLD you how much I wanted to share that with you. I told you when we were making love that I wanted to drink your milk so badly. I've always wanted it, ever since Aunt June talked about your lactation."
"You're embarrassing yourself," Julia said haughtily. It was a little bit of a turn-on to hear her talking to my girlfriend that way. "Just because you want it doesn't mean I have to give it to you."
"I know! I really know," Casey sobbed. "But I thought you wanted this with me too. It was so beautiful when we kissed that night. And not just that—it was so beautiful falling asleep with Rob, like we were his women, together. I thought you agreed with me."
"I did like that, Casey," said Julia. "I did like kissing you, and I did like falling asleep with you and Rob."
"But it was more than that for me!" Casey insisted. "I loved—ugh, you're going to judge me."
Julia softened, and I could tell by the shadows spilling out of the door left ajar that she had moved a little closer to Casey. "I'm not going to judge you. I'm really not. Tell me what you loved."
"I loved—I loved feeling like we were both Rob's wives, and each other's wives. Working together to love him like he deserves, and making each other feel so good at the same time. It's hard to explain. It made me realize that I want us both to feel good, but I also want us to serve him. I know I sound crazy right now, but he's my man, he's my god. I want for him to have everything he wants."
Julia inhaled slowly. "You don't sound crazy. But I don't know. Maybe our goals are at odds. I want a man who needs everything from me. I want to be able to satisfy him with my body. With my milk, too."
Casey seemed to jerk away from Julia. "What are you saying? Do you want that with Rob?"
"No! I don't know."
"Julia, are you trying to steal my man? Are you trying to steal my future husband after I invited you into my home?"
"Girl, honestly, calm down. You don't know for sure that he's your future husband."
"Oh my god," Casey said. "You are, aren't you? Have you been fucking him behind my back? Have you been—have you been feeding him behind my back?"
"Let's not say anything we're going to regret," Julia said. "I don't think you should be accusing me of anything right now, or being mean to me right now."