hand and
lifted her, easing the soiled nappy from underneath. Ami lay quiet,
content, used to this ritual. He laid her down on a sheet of
kitchen towel before using another to wipe her down. Once satisfied
Ami was clean he lifted her again and slipped a new nappy under,
pulled the velcro tabs tight around her belly, wrapped all the mess
up inside the old nappy, folded the edges in and used the tabs to
keep everything secure. He repacked the rucksack, putting the dirty
nappy package in a side pocket and smiled at his daughter, who was
laughing and grabbing at Jenni’s long curls as she leaned over her.
Jenni played along, swishing her hair to tickle Ami’s face and
arms. Joe sat back on his heels and observed the two of them,
something raw and scary welling up inside him.
“You want to take her again?” he asked,
watching the way Jenni played with Ami as though she had been doing
this her entire life.
Jenni looked back at him, tanned face
beautiful. “Can I? You don’t mind?”
Joe laughed. “Mind someone else doing the
carrying?”
Jenni lifted Ami gently and cradled her
against her shoulder. “She weighs nothing.”
Joe laughed again and pushed back to his
feet. He offered a hand and Jenni accepted the offer, a natural
move making it easier for her to stand. Joe released his grip as
soon as she was on her feet. “She’s almost twenty pounds now,” Joe
said.
“She doesn’t feel heavy,” Jenny said.
They walked on but after a couple of hundred
yards Ami began to grizzle again.
Jenni looked down at her. “She hasn’t filled
her nappy again, has she?”
“She’s hungry,” Joe said. He looked ahead,
the beach house now visible, perhaps a half mile distant. “We might
make it back if we’re lucky.”
Ami had other ideas. She nuzzled against
Jenni’s breasts, aware only of soft pillowing mounds, knowing this
was where dinner came from. Joe glanced across, not sure whether he
ought to be looking or not. Ami’s mouth knew where nipples should
be and she was wetting the front of Jenni’s sweatshirt. Jenni
smiled indulgently.
“Sorry, honey,” she said. “I would if I
could, but this well’s dry.”
“I’d better give her a bottle,” Joe said.
“Before she dribbles all over you.”
Jenni laughed. “I don’t mind.”
Joe stopped and searched in the rucksack,
found a small flask filled with Kim’s milk to keep it at body
temperature, and a feeding bottle. Joe poured the bottle half full
before offering to take Ami.
Jenni cocked her head to one side. “Can I do
this too, Joe?”
“You sure you want to?”
She nodded, flushing, and Joe tried to keep
his eyes raised and failed. Ami had wetted a large circle around
Jenni’s nipple, and the suckling had brought it erect. The wet
sweatshirt molded around the fullest point of her breast and a
puckered nipple showed as though uncovered. Joe passed the bottle
and repacked the rucksack. Sitting on his heels he watched as Jenni
slipped the teat down against herself, positioning it directly over
her breast where Ami’s mouth continued to search for satisfaction.
Joe experienced a wave of lust rolling through him, making his head
swim. He wanted to nuzzle against those breasts instead of Ami. How
would it be to taste the sea on her body?
Ami found the teat and latched on it
hungrily and Jenni kept her cradled to her breast, as if feeding
the infant. The tranquility and pleasure in her eyes was
unmistakable. Ami sucked at the bottle, gulping noisily, taking in
as much air as milk.
“Don’t let her take too much or she’s likely
to throw everything straight back up all over you,” Joe said.
Jenni slipped the teat from Ami’s grasping
mouth and a tiny cry emerged.
“A little at a time,” Joe said, watching as
Jenni allowed the teat back, waited, withdrew, returned it, the
motion so erotic Joe stiffened inside his trunks, unsure if he was
capable of standing now even if he wanted. He couldn’t take his
eyes of this woman feeding his
lifted her, easing the soiled nappy from underneath. Ami lay quiet,
content, used to this ritual. He laid her down on a sheet of
kitchen towel before using another to wipe her down. Once satisfied
Ami was clean he lifted her again and slipped a new nappy under,
pulled the velcro tabs tight around her belly, wrapped all the mess
up inside the old nappy, folded the edges in and used the tabs to
keep everything secure. He repacked the rucksack, putting the dirty
nappy package in a side pocket and smiled at his daughter, who was
laughing and grabbing at Jenni’s long curls as she leaned over her.
Jenni played along, swishing her hair to tickle Ami’s face and
arms. Joe sat back on his heels and observed the two of them,
something raw and scary welling up inside him.
“You want to take her again?” he asked,
watching the way Jenni played with Ami as though she had been doing
this her entire life.
Jenni looked back at him, tanned face
beautiful. “Can I? You don’t mind?”
Joe laughed. “Mind someone else doing the
carrying?”
Jenni lifted Ami gently and cradled her
against her shoulder. “She weighs nothing.”
Joe laughed again and pushed back to his
feet. He offered a hand and Jenni accepted the offer, a natural
move making it easier for her to stand. Joe released his grip as
soon as she was on her feet. “She’s almost twenty pounds now,” Joe
said.
“She doesn’t feel heavy,” Jenny said.
They walked on but after a couple of hundred
yards Ami began to grizzle again.
Jenni looked down at her. “She hasn’t filled
her nappy again, has she?”
“She’s hungry,” Joe said. He looked ahead,
the beach house now visible, perhaps a half mile distant. “We might
make it back if we’re lucky.”
Ami had other ideas. She nuzzled against
Jenni’s breasts, aware only of soft pillowing mounds, knowing this
was where dinner came from. Joe glanced across, not sure whether he
ought to be looking or not. Ami’s mouth knew where nipples should
be and she was wetting the front of Jenni’s sweatshirt. Jenni
smiled indulgently.
“Sorry, honey,” she said. “I would if I
could, but this well’s dry.”
“I’d better give her a bottle,” Joe said.
“Before she dribbles all over you.”
Jenni laughed. “I don’t mind.”
Joe stopped and searched in the rucksack,
found a small flask filled with Kim’s milk to keep it at body
temperature, and a feeding bottle. Joe poured the bottle half full
before offering to take Ami.
Jenni cocked her head to one side. “Can I do
this too, Joe?”
“You sure you want to?”
She nodded, flushing, and Joe tried to keep
his eyes raised and failed. Ami had wetted a large circle around
Jenni’s nipple, and the suckling had brought it erect. The wet
sweatshirt molded around the fullest point of her breast and a
puckered nipple showed as though uncovered. Joe passed the bottle
and repacked the rucksack. Sitting on his heels he watched as Jenni
slipped the teat down against herself, positioning it directly over
her breast where Ami’s mouth continued to search for satisfaction.
Joe experienced a wave of lust rolling through him, making his head
swim. He wanted to nuzzle against those breasts instead of Ami. How
would it be to taste the sea on her body?
Ami found the teat and latched on it
hungrily and Jenni kept her cradled to her breast, as if feeding
the infant. The tranquility and pleasure in her eyes was
unmistakable. Ami sucked at the bottle, gulping noisily, taking in
as much air as milk.
“Don’t let her take too much or she’s likely
to throw everything straight back up all over you,” Joe said.
Jenni slipped the teat from Ami’s grasping
mouth and a tiny cry emerged.
“A little at a time,” Joe said, watching as
Jenni allowed the teat back, waited, withdrew, returned it, the
motion so erotic Joe stiffened inside his trunks, unsure if he was
capable of standing now even if he wanted. He couldn’t take his
eyes of this woman feeding his
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