My turn

My heart tries to run away through my ribs from not only the unrelenting mortification of being sprawled naked on a table in front of so many men, some of whom I have known since childhood, but also the fact that I was about to be ‘appraised’ by my brother. The world shrinks to the size of the lacquered table under my back, the mask pressing in at my temples, the sour sting of wasabi slowly sweating between my tits.

When my brother comes to me last, he takes his time and just stands back looking at me like he’s saving dessert. This is so on-brand for him, the little shit. I smell his cologne long before I feel his hands touch my body, or even him start describing me. But once his hands do finally make contact, he wastes no time before allowing them to roam all over my body. His hands land hard on my hips, then skim up my sides, over my breasts, lingering on the curve where milk used to pool. His fingers mapped every inch of my skin before He bends close, his lips so near my ear I feel the heat of his breath through the mask. “Now this one’s interesting,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “These breasts are perfect for nursing. And if you look at the areola—” He pinches my nipple, rolling it until it stings. “See how it’s still dark? That’s a postpartum marker. Means she’s had a baby in the last six months, probably less.”

Form over the roar and laughter of the other men, I hear a voice call out from the far end of the room, “Does she leak?” I recognize the nasally voice instantly. My old principal, of course, that perverted would want to know something like that!

My brother laughs, “Let’s see,” and he grabs my nipple before rolling it between his fingers, slow at first, then with escalating pressure. I feel the tingle and burn as I try to do anything I can to stop anything from coming out… To will my milk to stay put. But there is no stopping nature. Just as I’m about to whimper, a hot bead of liquid surfaces, impossible to miss even through the haze of humiliation. Half of it drips down my breast before a bead of it rolls down his knuckle.

He brings it to his mouth and flicks his tongue across it, smirking at the crowd. “Bingo,” he says, and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “Still producing. And sweet, too.”

FUCKING SHIT, DICUSTING… HE LIKES MY MILK TOO, I guess father likes son, I think, before he continues, “Which means she is still nursing just like my dad says she is!” My brother looks directly at my father. They share a moment of grim, man-to-man pride that makes me want to peel my own skin off and leave it behind on the table as fear begins to grow inside me.

FUCK! I never thought my leaking milk would be something that would help give me away, but it’s too late now, and I know moving would just make things worse, so I have to stay perfectly still. If I fail to play my part now, I’ll never be free of the contract. So I lay still and let him finish.

And He isn’t done, not by a long shot. “There’s something else, too,” my brother says as He places his hands on my knees and presses them apart, exposing my entire lower half to the air and, by extension, to every man in the room. I feel the chill all the way up my spine. “If you want to know if a woman’s a real slut, you must always check here.”

He runs two fingers up the length of my slit, then spreads me open with his thumbs. The men lean in as if they’re about to inspect a rare coin. “Still swollen,” my brother says, holding the lips apart. “This girl’s been used, and recently.”

His finger slips inside, finding the spot only years of mutual masturbation could have mapped. “She clenched. You see that? That’s a reflex. She’s expecting to get fucked.” He pulls out, and before I can even process the humiliation, he wipes his finger on my thigh, he wipes his finger on my thigh and moves on to the next observation. “And see the color?”

He points, and I want to cover myself, but I know better. “Pink as bubblegum. That’s a sign of peak fertility, which is exactly what the contract called for.”

He slaps my inner thigh as if I’m a horse that just cleared a jump. “I bet you a thousand bucks she’s ovulating right now.” The laughter is louder this time as I think that I am doomed. That’s it, game over. There’s no way he isn’t picking me, especially when my tits are leaking milk like a cow and my pussy just broadcasted a fucking bat signal. I sit in that it is just a matter of time before he picks me, and that the last woman in the roll is just a formality.

Or so I think…

The next woman, the last woman in the room, somehow manages to match every single detail my brother just read off me. Her tits leak milk (however, to my disgust, my brother doesn’t call her milk sweet or comment on the taste as he did with mine). She clenched, just as much as I did when he pushed her fingers inside her, and from the way he was describing her, her pussy might have been even pinker than mine. There was hope that he would pick her, ending my contract!

After he had finished with her, my brother stepped back and said, “Ok, I think I narrowed it down to these three.” Before pointing to the woman with the anal ring, the other women and I, who leaked milk. The chef comes out and wheels the other seven women away, leaving us three on the floor in front of all the men, naked except for the food they no one wanted and the masks.

My brother then walks back and forth, looking over every visible inch of the three of us, before saying. “Dad says she is still nursing, so despite how fun it would be to have someone with an anal ring, it can’t be her.” He turns to my father for confirmation. Dad raises his glass, nods as the chiefs come out, and rolls her back with the rest of them.

Now it’s just me and the other leaker, side by side, two naked women on display, both of us with milk on our chests and our legs spread wide for the party to gawk at.

My father steps forward, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Ok… we are down to two… And I can tell you so far, he guesses correctly. One of these two is the woman who still has a contract with him to breed her… And to be sure of his pick, the first girl he penetrates with his dick will be the one he picks!”

There is some laughter in the group of men, as my brother takes a second to think. And to my complete joy, I hear him step towards the other woman’s table as he unzips his pants. I have never been so excited or happy in my life as I was at that moment as he stood over the other woman and lined up his cock with her pussy.