Not Your Wet Nurse

In the hotel restroom, I was cleaning my blouse soaked with milk stains when a pair of hands caressed my softness from behind.

I grabbed that groping hand and threw him over my shoulder. My mother-in-law rushed up and slapped me across the face.

Because I had fractured her precious sons tailbone...

Today was the babys one-month celebration party at a fancy downtown hotel in Chicago. Id been bustling around since early morning.

Even with the air-conditioner cranked up full blast, I was still sweating buckets.

My husband pulled me aside and pointed at my chest. Seeing the hunger in his eyes, I smacked the back of his head.

Pervert, were surrounded by people!

But before I knew it, he dragged me into an empty corner, pulled up my blouse, and exposed the pair of full, white, round breasts underneath.

They were already glistening with milk.

Honey, how did they get even bigger? I literally nursed from them this morning.

He looked all pitiful, but the desire in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Stop it, guests are arriving soon.

Just one quick sip, babe.

No... ah!

The heavy weight on my chest suddenly felt light the moment his mouth covered it, like a huge burden had been lifted. Guests, banquetnone of it mattered in that moment.

Hello?!Someone here?

The sudden shout snapped me back to reality. I quickly pushed my husband off, pulled my blouse down to my neck, and shot the man in front of me a warning glare before letting it go.

The one who called out was my husbands younger brother, Derek Winter.

His gaze swept over us, lingered on my husbands mouth for a second, and he flashed a knowing grin.

Guess the kitten didnt wipe the milk off his face properly.

I pinched the soft flesh on my husbands waist hard where Derek couldnt see. Only then did he casually wipe the leftover milk from his lips, laugh it off, and say, The coconut water at the banquet is really goodkids love it. Then he hurriedly dragged Derek away, leaving me alone in peace.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, double-checked that everything looked fine, and went out to greet the guests.

My mother-in-law handed our daughter over to me. Thats when I noticed a small silver bracelet on the babys wrist.

Thanks, Mom. Sweetie~ isnt Grandma so good to you?

She also gave the baby a thick red envelopeprobably a few thousand dollars. Everyone around said I had a great mother-in-law and Emily had a wonderful grandma. But her next words silenced the entire room.

She pulled out two heavy gold bracelets and a 0-00,000 red envelope, dangled them in front of baby Emily, then put them away.

Confused, I watched as she said to my daughter, Emily, hurry up and give Grandma a little brother. Once hes born, Grandma will buy you a silver necklace.

Mom, Emilys only one month old and youre already pushing me to have another? And why does a boy get gold bracelets while Emily gets silver? Thats blatant favoritism! How will Emily feel when she grows upthat Grandma doesnt like her but loves her brother?

The moment the words left my mouth, she slapped me hard.

How dare you stir trouble? You give birth to a girl and suddenly think youre above everyone? I love grandsons and granddaughters equallyits just that girls cant handle heavy gold.

I held my stinging cheek, wanting to argue, when my husband suddenly stepped in, stuffed a red envelope into my hand, and pulled us apart. Mom, how could you be so forgetful? You even misplaced the money.

He claimed his mom had cashed out the gold bracelet money into two red envelopes and simply forgot one.

I didnt believe a word of that nonsense.

Shes from a small rural town in the Midwest and has always looked down on me for being a city girl from Chicago. My husband and I met in college, dated for seven years before marrying.

He loves meI know thatbut he cant stand up to his mom. He says she raised him and his brother alone, scraping by and even selling family belongings to put him through college.

Before marriage, I admired his filial piety. After marriage, even though she constantly made things difficult for me, I didnt want to put him in a tough spot, so I endured it again and again.

I didnt want to cause a scene on such a happy day, so I excused myself to the restroom to compose myself.

I splashed water on my face. Looking up at my slightly red eyes in the mirror, I felt a wave of grievance.

Water splashed onto my chest, mixing with milk and soaking a large patch. Id deliberately worn a white button-down blouse todaythe wet spots made the pale mounds faintly visible...

Since it was the womens restroom, I felt safe enough to take off the blouse, leaving just a black lace nursing bra.

The blouse would take a while under the hand dryer. I turned my back to the door and started scrolling short videos, completely unaware of footsteps behind me.

I was giggling at a funny video when strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind.

Thinking it was my husband, I didnt react much and kept scrolling.

Those hands eagerly pushed aside the nursing bra and cupped the peaks, letting out a satisfied sighOh!

The touch started gentle but quickly turned rough.

Ever since giving birth, the milk never stopped. My heavy breasts hung full, and the sensitive nipples leaked at the slightest touch.

Jack, stop messing aroundsomeone might come in! Didnt you just nurse earlier? And after your attitude today, Im not letting you drink my milk anymore. Im really hurt.

Annoyed, I swatted the roaming hands away, intending to turn and rinse the mess on my chest.

But he spun me 180 degrees to face him.

He lowered his head and latched onto one side. I immediately shoved him off.

Because the man in front of me wasnt my husbandit was his younger brother, Derek Winter!

Sis-in-law, Im thirsty. I want a drink. Derek grinned mischievously, pointing at my exposed chest.

Derek! Im your sister-in-law! How could you... I stared in disbelief at this twenty-something guy. In my eyes, he was still just a kid.

He showed no shame, continuing to stare brazenly at my chest.

Furious, I slapped him, then quickly dressed and threw him over my shoulder.

With a howl of pain, his tailbone fractured!

My mother-in-law watched her son being carried out on a stretcher, collapsed to the floor, and wailed dramatically.

Oh Lord, what sin have I committed? A daughter-in-law who acts like a demon!

She turned to my husband, hitting and pinching him. This is the trash you married! Look what she did to your brother!

My husband shot back, Mom, Derek brought this on himself! My wife was minding her business in the womens restroomwhy was Derek even in there? Planning to transition?

That set her off. She slapped my husband hard across the face and cursed him as an unfilial son and white-eyed wolf.

The room was full of friends and family wed invited. At this point, the celebration was effectively over.

I apologized to everyone one by one and tried to see them out, but my mother-in-law blocked the hotel entrance, lying on the ground refusing to let anyone leave, demanding justice.

So what if he drank your milk? You think youre still some pure virgin? A little milk and you try to kill him?

She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared.

Mothers arent women? We dont deserve privacy?

I laughed coldly.

Youre a mother nowwhat privacy do you need? Carrying a baby really made you think youre somebody. We feed and house you, I gave your daughter a red envelope and braceletDerek takes one sip and you act like we owe you? Dont be so greedy!

Can you stop downplaying this? Dereks actions constitute sexual assault. I can sue him. I pulled out my phone to call the police, but the old lady snatched it and smashed it on the ground.

I stayed calm.

You seem to forgetthis house we live in, half the down payment was mine. Everything I eat and wear now doesnt cost your family a dime.

I tossed the silver bracelet from Emilys wrist onto the ground in front of her. Too expensivemy Emily cant accept such generosity. The clank as it hit the floor caught my attention.

That sound... this bracelet might be fake?

I bent to pick it up, but she snatched it faster and stuffed it away.

Im old and weakI cant win against a city princess like you. You dont even want the gift I gave my granddaughter. She hurried out, looking almost guilty.

The drama finally ended, but my husband and I were completely done with Derek.

My husband, still furious, went to the hospital and beat Derek badly. Only when his mom cried and begged did he stop short of killing him.

Bro, I was wrong. I drank too much and messed up.

His attitude seemed more sincere now. He even brought a first-birthday gift for Emily: matching gold necklaces, one for me and one for her.

Theyre brothers after allbeating and scolding done, his mom suffered too. I didnt want to drag it out.

Through all this, I realized I loved my husband even more.

When it mattered, he stood up first and confronted his mom for me.

Babe, you really love me so much. Lying in Jacks arms, stroking the stubble on his chin, I felt indescribably sweet.

People online say no matter how loving a couple is, passion fades after a baby. Looks like the internet isnt always right.

A month passed since Emilys first birthday party was supposed to happen. Derek was out of the hospital.

We live in a big three-story duplex in the Chicago suburbs. Mother-in-law on the first floor, brother-in-law Derek on the second, my husband and I on the third.

Since everyone was home, we had to eat together.

Dinner was painfully awkward.

I quickly ate a few bites and went upstairs to nurse Emily.

Once it was quiet downstairs, I handed the baby to the nanny and grabbed my car keys to head to my postpartum fitness class.

I got in the car and tried to close the door, but it wouldnt shut. A shadow suddenly loomed over me.

It was Derek.

He forced the door open and climbed into the passenger seat.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand. In that moment, my mind racedmurder, rape, robbery... I wanted to escape, but reason told me it was useless.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for death, but he suddenly let go and shoved a photo in my face.

It showed a mother lifting her shirt to nurse her child.

The full, pale breasts dominated two-thirds of the picture.

What horrified me was...

The mother was me. The only person who could have taken it was my husband!

I zoomed in countless times, searching for any sign it wasnt him, but...

The background was our bedroom. The angle was straightforward.

What is this supposed to mean?

My voice shook.

He opened his phone. The first thing I saw was my husbands messages in a group chat.

My wifes chest got so much bigger after the babyhuge and soft. Enough to feed both me and the kid every time.

Below were photos of me nursing, taken at different times and places.

It was a 15-person groupall men. His relatives, friends, and coworkers.

I flung the phone away. Before I could scream, Derek covered my mouth again.

Shh!

I asked why he was showing me this.

He said he felt terrible about what he did the other day and wanted to tell me the truth.

Big bros messages in the group were really explicit. I lost my mind and...

What exactly did he say?

I still clung to hope.

He told everyone to go ahead and try itno need to be polite...

His parting words: Be careful of my brother.

Cold sweat poured down my back as I sat in the sealed car, heart pounding painfully in my ears.

I calmed myself. If I confronted my husband directly, hed deny everything and cover his tracks.

I started the car and went to class as usual.

That night, the nanny brought Emily to me to nurse. My husband, as always, asked the nanny to leave the room.

I used to think it was just to protect my privacy.

Once she left, he eagerly lifted my shirt. I cursed him as a pervert, but he just grinned foolishly.

Emily nursed happily. I deliberately turned my body away from him.

Why so shy all of a sudden, honey?

Yeah, you should leave too.

I teased, but he got annoyed, forcibly turned me to face him.

I looked down at Emilys face, catching in my peripheral vision that he was staring at his phone.

He let out satisfied chuckles now and then.

When he wasnt looking, I tried to grab his phone. He immediately stuffed it in his pocket, on high alert.

Whats so funny? Let me see.

I stared seriously. He wiped the smile off his face.

Under pressure, I got the phone, unlocked it, and went straight to the messaging app. I searched every chatnothing like what Derek described.

I was sweating profusely when he suddenly opened the photo album. The first image was me nursingbut only my head was visible, nothing below the neck.

Just saved an ugly pic of you, thats all, scary wife.

He hung his head, looking wronged.

I set Emily down and hugged him. I thought...

Thought I took pics of your chest? Silly wife, how could I? Youre a mom nowyou deserve privacy. I respect that.

His eyes looked sincere.

Was Derek lying to me?