Wet MotherSara’s POVThe house was a mess of dust and half-finished drywall. Jaxon, my husband’s younger brother, the one whom we used to be in some sort of situationship that involved all sort of nasty, filthy things, back in college days before we went out separate ways, had been helping with our renovations for the past week while Asher was away on a two-week business trip. I was still breastfeeding my six-week-old daughter, and my tits were constantly full, heavy, and leaking. My nipples were sore, dark, and hypersensitive. Every time I moved, milk would soak through the thin nursing pads and turn my tank top into a wet, embarrassing mess.Jaxon noticed everytime. Because I always find his eyes connected to my chest.Right now, he was shirtless, sweat glistening on his tattooed chest and abs as he worked in our half-renovated living room. I walked in carrying a water bottle for him, my massive breasts straining against the soaked fabric of my top. Two dark wet circles had alread
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