Eden Books Their Sister’s Medicine

My twin brother lumberjacks have claimed me as their own, but they’ve agreed to share me with the rest of our brothers. It’s been a lot of fun.

But now, it’s important.

Because Matthew is coming to live with us, and he’s sick, and no one knows what’s wrong with him.

Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I’m positive I can help him.

With my milk.

Age gap incest with adult breastfeeding. All characters 18+.

My words are all my own, but my covers are AI. I’m not a fan of generative AI in general, but no model deserves to be linked to this trash story.

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“You sure this is what you want?” Lucas asks, even though really, it’s too late to back out now. The walls have already been painted, the decorations have already been replaced, the bedding has already been updated. The drawers have been emptied, my clothes all having been moved to Lucas and Devin’s bedroom—my bedroom now, too—with only some of my less-worn clothes still hanging in this closet.

We waited until Devin was milk-drunk from draining both my tits before we moved my favorite stuffed animals to our bed. He’ll bitch about it later, I’m sure, but it’s too late.

This bedroom, the one that was built specially for me, the youngest of eleven siblings and the only girl, is now Matthew’s. The other two bedrooms, the ones my brothers stayed in growing up, are still set up as 5-boy dorms even though we’re all adults now. We’ll eventually put beds more appropriately sized for our other brothers when they visit, but I want Matthew in a room he’ll be comfortable in as long as he wants to stay. Even if that’s forever.

I want him in a bed I’ll be able to share with him, too, if he wants that. Giving him my old room means Lucas, Devin, and I aren’t hiding anymore. Any of our brothers who come to visit us at the mountain cabin will know we’re sleeping together.

I’m fucking my twin lumberjack brothers.

I nod as I fluff up the pillows on the bed like a nervous foster mom preparing for her new foster kid to arrive. It’s kind of what’s happening. Matthew is six years older than me, but he’s the youngest of my brothers. Our parents thought they were long done having kids when I popped up. And Matthew didn’t get a choice in moving up here. He’s sick, has been his entire life, although he’s gotten worse recently. He was struggling living on his own, and it’ll be far easier for the three of us to help him here than it would have been if he moved back in with our oldest brother, Isaac.

“I still think we should put a mini fridge in here.”

Lucas shakes his head. “Let’s just see if this works first before we start adding appliances, okay?”

I chew my bottom lip. He says it like he’s cajoling me, and I suppose he is. This was my idea to move him into the house, and I’m the one who came up with a cure for him. It’s been pointed out that if doctors can’t cure him, why would I be able to, and I’ve had to defend myself to everyone involved.

I’m not crazy. I don’t think I’m smarter than a doctor. I definitely don’t know why he’s been sick his entire life. I haven’t fallen for some crazy alternative medicine scam. But I’ve done research, and there are tons of studies to back me up on this. When nursing babies are sick, their moms’ milk changes to help their immune system.

So why wouldn’t that be the case for grown men nursing off their sisters?

“Isaac says he’s on a bunch of meds. What if they need to be refrigerated?”

“He’s not dying or, like, wheelchair-bound,” Lucas reminds me. “He is fully capable of going to the kitchen and getting anything he needs. So are you.”

“When I’m not strapped to the milk machine,” I grumble as though I’m in any way put out by the addition to the stable Owen crafted while he was staying with us. Since I don’t have a full-time job and there’s a tablet stand so I can work on the twins’ social media, I really can’t complain about getting milked while the twins alternate between fucking me and using the pneumatic dildo for sometimes hours on end.

It’s a rough life, but someone’s gotta get fucked by my brothers. It may as well be me.