My wife dragged me into the kitchen so that Alicia couldn't hear us. I was shitting a brick because our conversation was bordering on bat-shit crazy. I hopped from one foot to the other, cringing and shaking my head while excited.
"I don't understand why you think this is such a big deal, Sean."
I stepped closer to Anna and protested through gritted teeth to avoid being overheard by my niece.
"She's my fucking niece, Anna. This is outrageous."
"No sweetheart, she's my niece so there is no harm or foul. This is also not sexual in any way."
"It damn well feels like it, honey."
"We have to do something drastic. We need her breast milk to keep flowing in case mine isn't enough."
"Can't she express it?"
"Yeah, but it's not very comforting or fulfilling for her to do that for over three months. I'm sure she'd prefer nursing you until the triplets come."
"Fuck... it just feels damn wrong."
"Have you tasted breast milk, Sean?"
"No."
"Would you like to?"
"Maybe. Okay... yes, very much actually. It's a fascination for me."
She knew by my contorted, lewd expression that I was gagging to sample Alicia's milk, preferably drawing it out between my lips clenched tight around her solid red nipples.
Anna's niece was about to curtail nursing because her child needed more substance and had teethed, making the loving act of feeding uncomfortable for mother and baby.
My wife wanted Alicia to continue feeding me until our triplets were born in three months' time, thereafter using her milk supply to help nourish our new family.
"Please ask her to help us out, Sean."
"Me? Are you fucking serious? No way, Anna, that's going too far."
I backed away, waving my arms while shaking my head, as though escape were possible. It wasn't.
"Okay, will you do it if I ask Alicia for help?"
"If she agrees, then I will do it."
"Okay, let's ask her now."
"Oh, Christ... okay."
I followed Anna into our living room, where Alicia sat on a sofa lovingly nursing her baby. My wife sat down next to her calmly, eyeballing the young nursing mother, taking her hand gently.
"Can we talk about something sensitive please sweetheart?"
"Yes, of course, Aunt Anna."
"Can we use first names, please? What I'm asking for is easier if we do."
"No more Uncle Sean either?"
She forced a beautiful bratty, naughty smile, biting her bottom lip before bursting out in a fit of giggles while detaching her child and tucking a breast access flap back across her blouse.
I caught sight of a beautifully engorged, bright red acorn nut-sized nipple that had been lovingly chewed.
Fuck, that looks nice.