Daddy Milks The Twins

All characters depicted in this work are 18 years or older. Intended for adult audiences only. This work was previously published under the same title on Smashwords, but I've since decided to make it free for all to enjoy ;-) xx

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"It's happening again," my twin, Hayley, complains from her bedroom.

I huff, put down the magazine I was reading, and head to her room.

"I already filled a cup this morning," I point out when I reach her. "It's so annoying."

Hayley is standing by her bedroom window, heads cupping her massive breasts. I can see the problem from here - the front of her sundress is totally soaked, both tits surrounded by rings of liquid, and it's dribbling down her stomach.

"I don't understand," she moans, squashing her breasts, as though that will fix the issue. "It's happening all the time. Even when I'm asleep!"

"Me too," I sigh.

The thing is, this is only a recent problem. Ever since Hayley and I turned eighteen, we've started randomly lactating. Neither of us are pregnant - a dozen or so covert tests proves that much - and the doctor said there's no hormonal imbalances or anything to be worried about.

We're just... milky.

Like, really, really milky.

It's been almost three months of this torture, and both of us are at our wits' ends.

Hayley and I are identical twins, born only minutes apart. Looking at her is like looking in a mirror, although her hair is shorter where mine is long. Same blue eyes, same dark-tinged hair, same ivory skin, same enormous tits. It sounds conceited, I guess, but she's incredibly beautiful; Hayley and I have always had a 'special' connection as twins, and I'm kind of glad we share this bond of weirdness now as well.

"C'mere, let me help," I tell her. Hayley's eyes light up as she all but skips over to where I'm sitting on her bed, already hitching her sundress up to let those bountiful jugs spill out.

Fuck, there's white liquid all down her front, dripping from her pink nipples like a leaky faucet. Her lacy panties are soaked through from the spilled milk, and I know when I start nursing from her, they'll be soaked for a different reason.

Without any delay, I latch onto her right tit, suckling her milky nipple into my mouth as she moans and arches into my face.

"Thank you, Amber," she moans. "Please, drink it all!"

I will, and I do. Her milk is so sweet, it tastes like liquid candy. I swallow mouthfuls of it at a time, my own breasts aching for similar treatment. In a matter of seconds, I feel liquid warming my own shirt, and know that my tits are leaking as well.

When the milk starts to disappear from one breast, I switch to the other side and drink that down, as well. Hayley runs her hands over my hair, soothing me like I'm a latched baby, cooing when milk drips out of my mouth in my enthusiasm.

I lick at the skin where milk stains - her chest, her stomach, her waist - until she's dry.

"C'mon, lie back, I'll do you now," Hayley says, much to my relief.

"Do you think we should tell Daddy?" I ask, stripping out of my old t-shirt, letting my milky tits out. Sure enough, they're leaking all over me, dripping despite no touch or prodding.

Hayley purses her lips in thought. "I dunno... he might get mad if he thinks we're pregnant. I don't want him to be angry at us."

"Me either," I say, thinking of our gorgeous Daddy. Yeah, he's our dad, but he's also undeniably hot. Our mom ditched us when we were kids, so it's only ever been Hayley and me and Daddy, and I know he's lonely, even if he doesn't say it. I can't say I want him to get a girlfriend, though, because no one is good enough for him.

Daddy adores Hayley and I; we're Daddy's girls through and through. Hayley and I often talk about Daddy when we sleep in the same bed, our fingers exploring each other's bodies, giggling under the covers, wondering how big his cock is. Neither of us are virgins, and I think Daddy assumes as much, but no man's cock has ever excited me like the mere thought of Daddy's cock.

Daddy is at work at the moment, luckily, so Hayley and I can touch each other like this without worry. I don't think Daddy would be mad, but I never want him to be disappointed in us for anything.

"Your tits are so big," Hayley purrs, tracing my nipples with her light fingers. "So much milk for me..."

"Enough looking, more sucking," I huff, and she laughs.

Her lips wrap around my nipple, eliciting a loud moan from me. She sucks hard - hard enough to pull a squirt of milk from my teat - and my hips instinctively buck upwards, seeking relief between my legs. My pussy always gets soaking wet from Hayley sucking at my tits, and although her fingers are talented, it's no replacement for a big, hard cock.

Without delay, she switches back and forth on my nipples, drinking all the milk she can, while pressing a thigh between my legs for me to hump. Both our pussies are wet by now, I'm sure; she's like me, horny as hell whenever she's milked like this.

I'm three seconds away from ripping off my shorts and her dress and simply insisting we scissor ourselves to completion, when a door slamming downstairs has us both pausing.

"I'm home, girls," Daddy's voice calls from the entrance hall.

Shit!

He's home early!

Hayley and I exchange a panicked glance, then scramble to look presentable for when our daddy inevitably comes up to greet us. I shove my t-shirt on, heedless of the huge wet patches staining its interior, while Hayley tries in vain to stop her tits from leaking in her sundress, by pressing her palms to them. That sugar-sweet milky smell is permeating the room, but even with me throwing open the window to air out the room, I know that won't be enough.

"Girls?" Daddy's voice asks.

"Up here, Daddy," Hayley and I answer in unison, still looking at each in petrified confusion. Do we tell him about the lactating? Do we pretend like everything's normal?

I'm a terrible liar - same as Hayley. Daddy tried to teach us how to play poker once, and neither of us could bluff to save our lives.

Daddy climbs the staircase and rounds the corner of Hayley's bedroom, his handsome smile fading as soon as he catches the looks of terror our faces.

"My babygirls... what's wrong?"

As though we'd rehearsed it somehow, Hayley and I both burst into tears.

Daddy sets down his work bag and hurries over, holding out his arms, and we dive towards him as one, both of us snuggling into his firm, warm chest, tears soaking his business shirt.

"W-we're s-sorry, Daddy!" Hayley wails, voice muffled by his clothes.

"We didn't know how to tell you!" I sob, fear overcoming me until I'm trembling with it.

What if Daddy thinks we're freaks? What if he throws us onto the street and disowns us? What if he never wants to see us again?

I don't think I could live without my daddy.

"Hey, hey now," Daddy rumbles in that rough voice, soothing as ever, "it's alright, little ones. What's happened? Why are you sorry?"

We both just sob some more, until he eases us away from him to look us in the eye, his hands cupping each of our faces with such tenderness that it makes me even sadder.

"What...?" he begins to ask, and I see the exact moment he notices the wetness on both of our chests, the milk staining our clothing, our swollen tits and stiff nipples. "Are you...?"

"We're not pregnant," Hayley sniffles, "the doctor said it's just a r-random anomaly. We promise we're not pregnant."

Daddy's throat bobs as he swallows. He looks at us, his twin girls standing side-by-side, and seems to think for a moment.

"Are you in any pain, either of you?" he asks.

We both shake our heads.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Since we turned eighteen," I admit, ducking my head in shame.

"But... sweetheart, that was months ago," he says in surprise. "How have you been coping with this since then?"

Hayley and I share a glance. "We help each other," Hayley mumbles.

Daddy hums in thought. He's still touching us, so I hope that means he isn't about to turn us out, but he also looks a little angry when I dare to glance up at him.

"Well, I'm disappointed that neither of you confided in me about this earlier," he says eventually. "What if something serious had been wrong, to cause this? You should always tell me if something is the matter."

"We're sorry, Daddy," Hayley hiccups.

"We didn't want you to be mad at us," I say, then realize how stupid that was in retrospect.

Daddy shushes us gently. "It's alright, my sweet girls. But just to make sure you know how serious it is, you'll have to be punished."

Hayley and I look up at that. Daddy has never punished us, not even when we were being real brats. We always get our way, no matter what.

"But Daddy -!" I begin, but Daddy shakes his head.

"No 'buts', Amber. Both of you have kept this a secret, and risked your health in the process. Now, you can both choose - would you like to be grounded, or something more..." Daddy clears his throat. "...hands-on?"

A shiver of anticipation trills down my spine at those words.

"Hands-on, Daddy," Hayley and I say quickly at the same time.

I have no idea what he means by that, but if it involves Daddy touching me, I'm on-board.

"And I'll go first," Hayley volunteers. "I'm the one who suggested we keep it a secret."

I want to call her out on her lie - we both decided that - but I can tell she's needier than I am right now, what with her beautiful big tits leaking again, so I keep my mouth shut.

"Come on then, sweetheart," Daddy says. He sits on the edge of Hayley's bed and pats his lap. "Over Daddy's lap. Daddy's going to spank you, like he did when you were little."

I suck in a ragged breath at that, my pussy immediately growing slick at the prospect of Daddy spanking us. I love being spanked. What if Daddy senses how wet I'm growing? I'm not wearing any underwear, after all, and it's going to be pretty obvious after a few slaps!

On slightly weak legs, Hayley drapes herself over Daddy's knees, head down, ass-up, and I gulp. Daddy is so strong, his muscles evident even through his cotton shirt, his big hands so capable and work-hardened. With Hayley on his lap, he looks like some kind of decadent king.

"Just ten, baby, it's okay," he tells her. He must think her shivering is a sign of fear, but I know better - Hayley, like me, is about to drip all over Daddy's lap.

I sit on the window-seat and watch as Daddy delivers a series of sharp, stinging spanks to Hayley's sundress-covered ass.

"Um, Daddy," I say when he reaches the fifth spank, "I think you should do it under her dress. She can't feel it as well through the fabric."

"Y-yeah," Hayley says breathlessly. "Please, Daddy."

Daddy's blue eyes stare at me for a moment, likely noticing how I'm pressing my legs together and the strain of my rock-hard nipples against my t-shirt. He swallows once more, his handsome mouth twisting into a wicked smirk, before he nods.

"Good girls for telling Daddy, my sweethearts," he purrs, then flips Hayley's sundress up over her waist. He sucks in a breath when he realizes she's not wearing any panties, but doesn't hesitate as he delivers the last five spanks. Hayley moans with every one, louder and louder until it sounds as though she's being fucked, and I'm so wet from both milk and pussy juice that I think I might cum from one spank alone.

When he reaches ten spanks, Daddy pulls Hayley's dress down and helps her up, while I wobble my way over to him. Hayley shoots me a wink on the way as we switch seats.

Without warning, Daddy hitches my skirt up, and a quiet groan is ripped from him when he sees the wetness staining my thighs. He doesn't comment, simply takes up spanking me as he did Hayley, and I moan on every strike, bucking my hips up to meet the heat of his palm.

I can feel how hard Daddy is against my hipbone, and for a moment I wonder if I'm dreaming, because this is too good to be true. Our daddy - the man my twin and I have lusted over for so long - is finally with us, hard because of us, spanking us in a way we've only dreamed about!

"Daddy, please," I choke out when ten spanks are finally over, and I'm sure my ass is glowing bright red, "we need to be milked!"

And it's true - I can see Hayley massaging her massive tits in the window seat, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip in neediness. My own nipples are leaking something fierce, wetting the bed linens beneath me.

Daddy's hand smoothes over my raw ass, petting it gently. "Shh, alright, my babies. Let Daddy grab something, then we can sort this out once and for all."

He eases me off of his lap, eyes alternating between my dripping cunt and wet tits, before heading out of the room for a moment.

"I want him to fuck us so badly," Hayley whispers in a moan. Her hand goes down to cup her likely-soaked pussy, fingers stroking it through the cotton. "Please, can we try?"

I bend down to press my lips against hers, her tongue immediately out to seek mine, both of us desperate for Daddy's cock. She tastes amazing, and it's a difficult task to pull away to tell her, "Yeah, let's try."

When Daddy returns, he has a large glass measuring cup in each hand, his tie removed and sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms.

Hayley and I probably drool in unison.

"Alright, this is the quickest way I can think of to do this. Have you ever tried this before, sweethearts?"

We shake our heads, and he puts the cups in the middle of the bed.

"That's okay, it shouldn't be too hard. Go on all fours on the bed, with your tops off, facing each other."

Fuck yes. This can't be a dream - it's beyond my wildest imaginings!

Hayley and I hasten to do Daddy's bidding, crawling onto the bed and assuming our positions. I throw off my t-shirt while she shimmies the top half of her dress down, leaving us both on all fours with our huge, juicy tits leaking beneath us. Hayley's face is inches away from mine, her hungry expression a perfect mirror of my own.

"Goddamn," Daddy rasps from beside us.

"What now, Daddy?" I ask innocently.

"Daddy's gonna milk you now, my babies. Like milking a couple of beautiful cows."

We giggle at that, and Daddy runs a hand over either of our bare backs. I shudder with pleasure at his touch, and am unable to hold back a moan at the first touch of his hand on my milky tit. Hayley lets out a similar moan, arching her back to press into his palm.

"That's it, my gorgeous girls. Just do what you need to feel good, Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Daddy says tenderly.

His pressure on my tit increases, and I cry out when a full spray of milk squirts out of my teat and into the measuring cup below. Hayley gets similar treatment, both of us crying out in pure pleasure as Daddy milks us like cows, pulling at our teats to fill those bowls with creamy milk.

"Good girls, good little cows," Daddy coos, and soon I'm lost to the sensation of relief and lust, the only focus I have is now Daddy's hand, the source of my wonder.

He switches to our other breasts, and before long, the cups are halfway full with our milk.

Hayley moans like a whore and suddenly kisses me, and I don't have it in me to draw away, because surely Daddy will be mad at this.

But Daddy just pauses in his milking to pat our heads and steady us so we can kiss more easily.

"That's it, my babies. Give each other pleasure, it's alright," he assures us, and I moan into Hayley's mouth.

Our tongues lash against each other as Daddy milks us properly, rough hands hard on our tits, squeezing every last drop of milk from us. When I'm finally unable to produce another drop, I look down to see the measuring cup is almost totally full - the same as Hayley's.

"Daddy, please," I beg him, teary-eyed and lust-driven, "we need more."

Daddy nods, as though he expected this. "It's alright, baby. Daddy knows what you need. Little cows like my girls need a breeding bull to feel complete, don't they?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" Hayley and I breathe with wide grins.

Daddy takes Hayley's measuring cup and lifts it to his mouth, taking a gulp of it and groaning at the delicious taste. He does the same with mine, then offers it to Hayley, who drinks the rest of it. He holds out Hayley's milk for me, and I greedily suck it down my throat.

"Open," he commands, tapping both of our chins.

We stick out our tongues to show that we've swallowed all of it, and he smiles at us approvingly.

"Such good cows," he tells us, then bends to kiss us, one after the other. Watching Daddy and Hayley make out is hot enough to have me on the verge of cumming without a single touch, but then Daddy switches to me, his tongue hot against mine, lips stained with our combined milk, and I think I've properly transcended time and space.

"On top of each other now, my sweet little ones," he orders, and Hayley flips me so that I'm atop her, both our legs spread, bare pussies in the air, our milky breasts pressed together.

Daddy pulls us towards the edge of the bed, and Hayley and I peer around to see him unzip his trousers enough to pull out a cock bigger than any I've ever seen - the thickness and length of my own forearm, a proper man's cock!

"This is so fucking wrong," Daddy rasps, "but Daddy can't resist either of you any longer, my sweethearts. I need to fuck you both, to own you the way a Daddy should. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, Daddy!" I blurt out, completely under the spell of lust and taboo hunger.

"We love you so much, Daddy!" Hayley moans.

"Let's breed these good little cows, then," Daddy chuckles, and without warning, he spreads my pussy lips with one hand before pushing that monster cock right into my tight, hot cunt.

"Daddy!" I squeal, but he doesn't slow his pace, simply continues feeding me that huge dick until my eyes cross and drool drips from my lips into Hayley's mouth.

"Get used to it, babygirl, because it's the only cock you're getting from now on," Daddy growls.

Then, before I can think of a reply that isn't just moaning, he starts to fuck me properly.

I moan into Hayley's open mouth, clutching her as Daddy uses me like a fuckdoll, mounting the pair of us and fucking into me like a dog. His enormous cock splits me open, forcing itself into my tiny channel until I'm shaking from unadulterated pleasure.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" is all I can say in a ragged tone, pussy milking his length with every brutal thrust.

Right as I'm about to cum around that huge cock, Daddy pulls out of me and - judging by her scream - shoves himself into my twin.

I console myself with kissing Hayley, pushing myself up to my elbows so I can make out with her properly, our slicked breasts sliding against each other, our bare clits kissing with every thrust Daddy gives her.

Within minutes, Daddy is pushing back into me, then alternating to fuck Hayley, then back and forth until the two of us are mindless and cock-drunk, pleading with Daddy to cum in us, begging him to make us cum.

"Four hands, and you can't even play with your sweet cunnies? Daddy has to do that, too?" he asks with a smirk, and within a second, Hayley's hands at at my dripping slit, and mine at hers.

Daddy focuses on impaling us with his throbbing cock, and Hayley's talented fingers twist my clit at the right angle for me to fall right over the edge of oblivion, with her not far behind.

"Naughty little cows," Daddy growls. "Gonna have to milk you both every day, breed you both so you're kept nice and full. Those udders are gonna be leaking all the time, need to get some milking machines, hook you up while Daddy fucks you both into submission."

"Yes, Daddy, please, breed us, breed your little cows, breed your girls, please!" Hayley and I beg.

Daddy's cock swells in my cunt, but then he's grabbing the measuring cup from beside the bed and ripping his cock from me, to spray rope after rope of hot Daddy cum into the cup, roaring his relief as he does so.