Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
But not yet—I can’t leave her yet. I’ll stay just a few more days, I tell myself. Just a little while longer before I go.
Thinking that and holding her soft, small body close to mine, I finally drift off to sleep.
20
SUNNY
I wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed, despite the fact that we were up late the night before. When I remember what we were up late doing, I can feel my cheeks getting hot. But surprisingly, I don’t feel too guilty. I mean, not nearly as much as you’d think after what Kane and I did together.
I was just helping him out, I tell myself. He has a lot of needs—a lot of pent-up sexual frustration. What kind of little sister would I be if I didn’t help my big brother with his hunger?
I feel better after thinking that because well, I like to be helpful. And Kane is important to me. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for him.
What if he has other needs, though? whispers a little voice in my head. What if he needs to fuck you? What then, Sunny?
I push the voice aside but not before an image pops into my mind—it’s Kane kneeling over me with his cock in one hand, fitting it to the mouth of my pussy as I spread my thighs for him.
“Do you need to put it in me?” I hear myself asking him. “Because if you really need to, I’ll open for you…I’ll let you fuck me if you need to, Kane.”
“God, baby—I haven’t been with a woman for so fucking long,” he growls. “And your little pussy is so wet…so tight…”
“Go on…put it in me,” I urge him. “Fill me with your cock, Kane. I don’t mind.”
“Good girl,” he growls and begins pressing into me. We both watch as his big cock slides deeper and deeper into my soft, unprotected pussy, filling me up.
I feel my inner walls stretching as he feeds that thick shaft deep into my tight, wet channel and we both moan as he bottoms out inside me and his knot begins to swell, tying us together.
I know then that he’s going to do more than fuck me…he’s going to breed me and spurt his cream deep inside me. He might even get me pregnant, but I don’t care—I just want to be open for him, want to help him with his hunger and if he needs to breed me to be satisfied, well then, I’m willing to let him. Willing to let him pound into me, filling my pussy over and over with his cock and his cream. Willing to—
“…need to get going,” Kane says and I realize that I was lost in my dirty fantasy and haven’t been paying attention to anything else.
“Oh, right. You’re right,” I say, my cheeks getting hot.
I was so lost in my vivid mental image that I got distracted and put my shirt on inside out and backwards. I don’t notice it until Kane points it out and then I have to switch it around quickly.
“You ready to go?” he asks me. He’s already dressed.
“Uh yes—just let me feed Miss Sassy,” I tell him.
I give her some food and then we head out the door. As soon as we’re outside, Kane grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, like he did last night. We walk to The Pie Shop hand-in-land looking more like lovers than brother and sister.
And to be honest, it feels more like we’re lovers too. No matter how hard I try, Kane just doesn’t feel like family. That doesn’t mean I don’t want him with me though—if anything, it makes me want him even more.
What’s happening to me?
I don’t know, but I can’t help liking it.
The morning goes swiftly making lots of pies. I find myself craving cinnamon, so I make an apple pie with some Redhots cinnamon candies I have left over from Valentines Day and call it “Red Hot Lovin’ Pie.” It comes out perfectly and fills the kitchen with the scent of cinnamon and spice—just what I’m craving.
Kane laughs when I tell him the name of the new pie flavor and—because no one else is in the diner yet—he pulls me close and kisses me. Just once—a sweet, lingering kiss on the mouth that makes my heart pound. Then he lets me go and gets back to rolling out the dough.
I feel wonderful—light and floaty and extra happy. My whole body feels good—maybe from the extra intense orgasm I had last night. The only problem is my breasts—for some reason they feel extra tender and my nipples are really sensitive. Which is weird—Kane played with them some last night but he wasn’t really rough or anything. So why are they so tender today?
Regardless, I can mostly ignore it, so I do and just go back to making pies.