Her sister

“Why that’s a swell idea! Jenny why don’t you come over here and bring a glass.”

Jenny stood up, her breezy summer dress flowing around her as she moved. Kimberly stiffened even more as her twin approached but I kept up the slow pumping of my fingers. No one in her family noticed the lewd display we were making, not even Jenny when she plopped down onto her knees on the other side of Kimberly.

She tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. She smiled sweetly and asked, “Well, Farmer Forrester, what do I do?”

I sped up my strokes and answered, “You just grab a teat and start squeezin’. Hold the glass underneath and be careful not to pull down. She don’t like too much tuggin’ on her udders, do ya girl?”

Kimberly’s only response was to shudder as her sister’s hand found her large, distended breast and began milking. Jenny was bent over slightly, giving me a nice view of her cleavage down her dress. She’s always had bigger breasts than Kimberly; at least she did before her sister became a dairy cow. They were probably about even now and I wondered if Jenny’s tits would sag down low like the udders hanging in front of her, or if they’d be firm and high.

A question for another time, perhaps.

She was doing quite well. Kimberly couldn’t seem to contain herself and had started to “moo” very quietly while being touched by her sister and me. Maybe this would help with their sibling rivalry. If only I could implant this same dream into both of their subconscious minds.

Another question for another time. Right now, my dick had been hard for so long and I really wanted relief. With my free hand I undid my fly and pulled my jeans down enough to expose my cock. Once again, no one in the family took notice. Except that I made sure Kimberly knew what I was doing.

I leaned forward over Kimberly’s back and pretended to wipe something away from Jenny shoulder.

“You’ve just got a little grass or something there. I got it.”

She smiled again, saying, “Thank you,Michael. I’ll have this glass full pretty soon.”

As she said this I tilted my hips so that my cock was next to my cow’s breasts.

“Don’t stay on one tit too long,” I said. She blushed a bit at hearing the word. I reached under and took her milking hand by the wrist. I led it to my naked cock. She took hold of it in her hand and squeezed. I guided her to start stroking, using her sister’s milk as lubricant. “Try this kind of motion.”

Jenny’s soft, feminine hands felt wonderful. I was having trouble not moaning out loud. Fortunately Kimberly’s moos had gotten louder as she neared her own orgasm and that that helped hide my ragged breathing.

“There’s nothing coming out. Is this one dry?”

“Just keep that pace for awhile,” I said. “We’ll be done before you know it.”

Jenny was still clueless as to what she was doing. But her sister was fully aware of how I was using her. She was too caught up in her own embarrassment and arousal, though, to do anything. She was still just a cow and I was sure she was determined to stay that way.

“You’re a natural, Jenny. I should have you around every day to do this. My cow loves having hands on her. She’s just about finished though. You can tell by the noises she’s making. C’mon girl.”

“Come on,” encouraged Jenny. My cock throbbed in her hand.

“Come girl, come,” I said.

“Come. Come for us. Come for me,” Jenny whispered.

Kimberly’s orgasm came on suddenly, Her cunt squeezed around my fingers just like her sister was squeezing my cock. Just like she had been squeezing her breast. The erotic taboo of it all pushed me over the edge and I managed to mutter, “Here it comes,” as I had a dozen heavy spurts of semen milked from me.

Jenny, proud as can be, held up the now full glass.

“You know what? I’m not that thirst anymore,” I said. And as I drifted away from the field into a dark and deep rest, the last thing I saw was Jenny petting her sister’s rubber cow head while downing the full glass of milk and cum in one go.

The End