BONUS MATERIAL: READ AN EXCERPT FROM CHELSEA LYLE'S "CONFESSION" AT THE BACK OF THE BOOK!
Jasmine and her husband, Jack, have just had a baby. Things are great, until Jack -- who is fifteen years Jasmine's senior -- gets a call: Bailey, his eighteen-year-old daughter from his first marriage, wants to come and visit over the summer. Jack is thrilled, and agrees without asking Jasmine. Now the two women are living under the same roof and vying for the same man's attention. Neither of them expected that they would become very, very close in the process.
"Breastfeeding Bailey" is approximately 5,000 words: perfect for your iPhone or other mobile eReader. Take a naughty little fantasy with you wherever you go!
This story contains graphic and explicit depictions of hot, steamy sex, and is not intended for minors -- or the faint of heart!
"What's with the towel?"
"This?" I said, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks. "Side effect of having a baby that won't nurse. Leaky boobs." I felt a little awkward talking to Bailey about it, but we were both women, weren't we? Wasn't this the kind of thing mothers talked about with their daughters? Their stepdaughters?
"That's...breast milk?" Bailey said, stepping even closer.
"Yeah." Her eyes were big and round and locked on my chest. "You wouldn't like it, it's sour." Now why had I said that?
Bailey blushed, and I felt like I'd crossed some invisible line. The girl wasn't my daughter. She was Jack's daughter. I guess some topics were still off limits.
"Can...can I try it?"
Stunned silence. Had I just heard her right? She wanted to try a sip of my breast milk? My own baby wouldn't drink the stuff, why would my stepdaughter -- my adult stepdaughter -- want to? I glanced up at her, but her big, round, dark eyes were fixated on the towel covering my breasts.
She nodded, her dark hair bobbing. "I wasn't breastfed. I guess...I guess I always wondered what it tasted like." She shook herself, looked up and met my eyes. "I mean, if that's not too weird." She was really blushing now. "I...I'm sorry, I...."
"No," I said, wanting to reassure her more than wanting her to drink my breast milk. "No, I think it's natural to be curious." I smiled at her, trying to take some of the weirdness out of the situation. "Tell you what, go get me a glass."
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
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About the Author
Chelsea's stories are graphically sexual, and are intended for a mature, adult audience.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Maby next time, have the girl on the cover move her arms and tern twards me.
The cover and the story are both beautiful. Wish it did not end and could have gone on for a lot more pages. May the author read this and know that we would like a story that covers maybe a month in the life of jasmine and bailey as they explore.