Stepsons to the Rescue 2

Stranded with my husband's twin sons during a blizzard, I never expected them to help with my painful, leaking breasts.

But with Derek—my husband and the twins' father—back home, convincing them isn't so easy. When they finally agree, it comes with one filthy condition: I become their personal freeuse cumslut.

I pretend to hate it. I pretend to resent their filthy demands. But the truth is far more humiliating: I've never been wetter.

When the snow clears, the game doesn't end. Whether it's them sneaking over without their dad's knowledge, or me being summoned to meet them, the twins always find ways to ruin me. They forbid me from taking a milk suppressant, keeping me leaking and dripping—their desperate, aching stepmom.

And just when I think I've hit my limit, they hand me a gift and promise to be around even more once the baby arrives.

So, yeah, the twins aren't done with me. They're just getting started.