Anna's Point Of View
Alicia and I decided a shopping trip was in order while Sean prepared a romantic dinner for three, to be enjoyed when we returned.
It felt odd laying three places at the table before we left but as I stood at our bedroom door looking back into the living kitchen, admiring a beautiful dining table, it felt exciting that we would have romantic fun together.
I turned around and strolled into our bedroom joining Alicia who sat in a chair nursing my husband.
"Are you ready, Aunt Anna?"
"Yes please, sweetheart. Will this feed get you through the entire afternoon?"
"I think so. If not, you and I can slip into a nursing mother's cubicle at the Mall and lock the door."
Weirdly, I felt hungry and wanted to nurse with Sean but the table had to be prepared. He suckled peacefully like a baby, which was kind of the point. He wasn't even disturbed when I took the mildly chewed, bright red teat my niece offered by way of cupping her breast in one hand and bringing my head onto it with the other.
I clenched my lips widely around her areola, sucked hard, and was rewarded by a comforting flow of Alicia's milk seconds later. I glimpsed my niece's hand moving up and down from the corner of my eyes, a sure sign she was masturbating my husband.
Our time on Alicia's breasts felt meditative and I closed my eyes, fed reasonably hard, and imagined what a nursery filled with our babies would be like.
I drifted off and Alicia woke me with a mild shunt of my head, focusing me on relieving her swollen breasts of a heavy milk load. A few drops of her sweet nectar leaked from the corner of my mouth so I wiped those and got back on her nipple.
I'd used Alicia's breast milk in my coffee, replacing ordinary cream and sugar on account of its natural sweetness.
As I fed now, the coming problems of confronting my sister drifted away and I realized that if we got this right, communicated effectively, loved one another from a genuine place, and shared, ours would be a union many others might envy.
When Alicia tapped both of our heads I rose from my snack and enjoyed watching beads of milk caress a line from her nipple across a beautifully curved breast. I shook the sleepiness from my head and smiled at Sean before kissing my girlfriend.
"Thank you, Alicia."
"You're both welcome."
A knock at our front door roused me and I left Alicia, tucking her breasts away, so she could prepare for our shopping trip. I was in such a good mood nothing could bother me.
Except the person on the other side of our front door.
"Hi, sis. I wasn't expecting you today."
"Is Alicia here?"
"Yeah, of course, come on in. It's lovely to see you."
"We should spend more time together in the future, Anna. Jack finally left me, so that's all good."
"Oh fuck, Charlotte... I'm so sorry."
My sister was nursing heartbreak behind a stoic expression. The dam burst and she collapsed into my arms, sobbing like a baby. Charlotte was only recently convinced her marital problems were over and a clear road rose up to meet her. I saw straight away that the illusion of love had been destroyed.
Alicia ran into the living room having heard a familiar voice and Charlotte's floods of tears, so I handed my adopted sister over to her daughter for them to console one another.
"What's happened, Mom?"
"Dad's gone."
"Oh."
"Is that all you have to say... oh?"
"Mom, he was an asshole to you and wasn't very kind to me either."
"He's your Dad, Alicia."
"We never bonded. Jack was almost a stranger to me."
I sat nearby with my heart in my mouth. Our life-affirming tryst suddenly felt like a sleazy secret, denied to the world through cowardice. My rational mind spanked me for thinking that way, reminding me that charging in with the shocker we had to tell my sister right now was downright dumb and insensitive.
But it seemed Alicia did not agree. The only saving grace to what happened next was that Sean slid a gorgeous bowl of cappuccino across our marble breakfast bar counter to my sister, just before the dogs of war were let loose.
"I have something to tell you, Mom."
Oh god, please don't do this.
I could have died right then and there and Sean would gladly have followed me into a grave judging from the terrified expression he shot me.
"What is it, sweetheart? More bad news? Is Chloe okay?"
"She's fine. Never better, actually."
"Okay... shoot. I can take anything you launch at me."
No, no, no... for the love of god, I beg you, no!
"I'm sleeping with Sean and Anna."
My sister stared at Alicia for a full twenty seconds with an expression that suggested she hadn't heard properly. That disposition transformed through a series of ripples in her face into confusion and finally anger.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"I said, I'm sleeping with Sean and Anna."
"Do you mean you're fucking them?"
"Technically, we're all fucking each other."
Charlotte struggled with the concept, glancing at each of us in turn, seemingly looking for any tranquil port in a storm, finding none. Sean and I nodded calmly but I felt anything but peace in my heart. The foundation of my family seemed to crumble before my eyes and there was little I could do to shore it up.
My heart pounded and I felt sorrowful for the sadness plastered on Charlotte's face. She was aghast, inconsolable, and looked wretched but no longer angry. Her voice sounded hoarse when my sister sought final clarification.
"Your Uncle and Aunt are fucking you and each other? Have I got this right, Alicia?"
"Yes."
Her head slumped slowly forward until Charlotte's face planted in both her hands. Alicia rubbed my sister's back soothingly while I stared at my husband in absolute horror, shrugging.
What the fuck to do now?
Sean had used Alicia's breast milk to make Charlotte's cappuccino. I had decanted it into a stainless steel pouring jug from the baby's bottle, for my use and not mentioned that to Sean. I frowned and spluttered incoherently, pointing at the pouring jug, then at my breast until my husband finally clicked on, whereupon he hopped from one foot to the other in a blind panic.
My sister sipped her coffee, smiling satisfactorily with a thick milky moustachio on her upper lip that she licked away.
Oh dear God, it's too late now.
"Are you okay Mom?"
"I'm fine. I guess everyone knows the family secret then. Anna was adopted and she and I aren't related by blood so you guys are not breaking any laws."
"I brought it up, Mom. Anna never mentioned her adoption."
