WAKALA!

(I guess it’s fair to let them drain you dry from time to time, since you drain their balls multiple times a day)

UGH CAN YOU IMAGINE:

laying against the pillows while older Miller is on your left, younger to your right, and both gulping down in rhythm while their lips are glued to your nipples. Their hairy whispers scratching your skin lightly, and you can even feel the way their esophagus flex with each swallow. both have a hand planted firmly on your growing belly, still mentally debating which one fathered this bastard.

While you've made it clear this is your family bonding time, the men don't take kindly to sharing at the same time. Tommy would scowl angrily feeling Joel's breath fan over to his nose, and Joel glaring with his brows when Tommy shifted, pulling more tit into his mouth and the other tit away from Joel.

you could no longer close your eyes in bliss when they started flicking each others foreheads in sabotage.

you grasp a fist full of hair in both hands and yank them up: "Stop or you're both done," you command. they stare at you with drunken lust, mouths still agape with drops of pearly milk trickling from their lips.

The Millers side glance one another before their hands descent lower, over your mound and between your legs.

you let out a startled, soft breath and release their heads.

"Okay, we'll play nice. you just have to relax, remember? We only want to take care of ya, babygirl," Joel whispers, planting an apologetic kiss to your sensitive areola. At the same time, his devilish fingers begin circling your clit, already wet from having your breasts plamed and sucked for the last 30 minutes.

"S'our treat," Tommy nods. His thick fingers simultaneously got to work prodding your entrance: they twisted their way through your hole, albeit not a very tight one given how run through you were between the two men using your body daily. He pumped and scissored slowly, in time with Joel's rubs, and you felt yourself falling back again in a hazy bliss.

Now docile and complacent again, the men got back to drinking your milk, stuffing your cunt full of two fingers each, pushing in and out in opposite times.

When the brothers had to come together to achieve a common goal, they worked very well together indeed.

Sarah, through tears, "no daddy!"

Sarah rolls her eyes. "She was paired with her arch nemesis for a project: Abby"

Ellie gulps and says "i HATE Abby"

Joel tries to remember the things you would say in these situations to de escalate. "Hate is a strong word, honey."

Joel just chilling on the couch when you plot down next to him. He side eyes you, your eyes boring into his temple, and hes not quite sure whats going through that brain of yours. Its not until you grasp his cheeks roughly with both your palms and plant a fat wet smooch on his forehead that he gets somewhat of an idea.

If the girls get sugar rush, and the dogs get zoomies, then you get.... whatever the hell this is. The part of you that aggressively climbs him like a tree and plants your lips allllllllllll over him. Not even sexually, just pecking wet kisses everywhere: his eyelids, cheeks, chin (heavy emphasis on the patches because thats where the kisses are meant to go obviously), his ears, neck, shoulder, chest--any exposed skin, your kisses go.

He also cant quite describe the noises that escape your throat but it sounds halfway through a high pitched whine and a pony's neigh. Giddy, estatic just from him sitting there doing absolutely nothing.

It starts to get less pleasant when the teeth get involved. Your k-9 abruptly sinks into the meat of his bicep, and joel let's out a slightly yelp. But you dont let go, and hes be cursed out if he pulled. So instead you gnaw like a teething puppy. It was kinda off and feral , puppy child biting phase but it was you, his fully grown wife. He had asked tommy of maria ever got like this and was surprised by the gloomful look on tommy's face that confirmed: Maria bites HARDER the more excited she is about his body.

"I told her if she hit another student, she'd go to the corner for time out and silence."

Joel rubs his face. "And...."

"She hit him, turned on her heel, walked right to the corner, sat down in the chair, and said 'finally. Some Peas and Quite'".

Joel just blinks at them.

He doesnt really know what that means. It almost felt like an oxymoron, like the two concepts didn't belong in the same sentence. Before the girls, he had a beautiful, talented, smart, hilarious, amazing wife. Now he has his beautiful, talented, smart, hilarious, amazing wife and two quickly growing mini versions of her.