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)
“Hey, big brother,” she murmurs, as she presses herself against me. I’m bare-chested again, wearing nothing but my gray sleep trousers, so I can feel her soft, curvy body against my own almost like she’s naked.
“Hey, baby sis,” I respond and lean down to give her a soft kiss on the mouth.
She kisses back eagerly…but then she pulls back.
“Sorry—I didn’t mean to get carried away,” she apologizes.
“It’s okay.” I stroke her cheek. “Are you dressed like that for me, baby?”
She blushes—she’s so fucking adorable when her cheeks get pink—and nods.
“I thought maybe…maybe you’d like to look at me again. I thought maybe you were hungry.”
I can tell by her sweet scent that she’s hungry too—but I sense that I can’t push this too fast.
“Mmm, you were right about that, baby,” I tell her. “Come on—let’s go get comfortable on the couch.”
We go sit on the couch but when she starts to sit beside me, I pull her into my lap. I place her so she’s straddling me, which parts her soft pussy lips, giving me a glimpse of her clit under the see-through panties.
“Oh, Kane!” she protests, putting her hands on my shoulders. But she doesn’t try to get away. In fact, her breathing has gotten faster and her scent is much stronger. I can tell she’s turned on. “What are you doing?” she asks me.
“Just getting you where I can see you,” I growl, looking her up and down. “You did say I could look.” God, my cock is aching and tenting my sleep pants but I know I need to take things slowly.
“Yes, that’s right. You can look,” Sunny doesn’t try to cover herself. I can hear her heart pounding—God, I’m really attuned to her.
“Can I look without this in the way?” Experimentally, I tug at the thin little bow between her tits, which is all that’s holding the tiny garment together.
“If…if you want to,” Sunny said. “I don’t mind if you need to look at my bare breasts, Kane. Not if it helps you with your hunger.”
“I’m very fucking hungry tonight, baby,” I warn her. I tug the bow and the red silk panels part, baring her full breasts for me. I palm them both, gently teasing the nipples with my thumbs and Sunny moans and writhes in my lap.
“Oh, Kane!” she begs softly. “Please be careful—my nipples are really tender for some reason.”
Yet another sign that she might be a Repressed Omega with her Heat Cycle coming on. But there’s only one way to be sure.
“Do they hurt, baby?” I ask her, still gently thumbing the tight points. “Maybe what you need is someone to kiss them better.”
Her eyes go wide and she’s nearly panting with need—I can smell her desire clearly. But still, she has to play things her way.
“I know I said no ‘mouth stuff’ last night but do you need to suck my nipples, Kane?” she asks softly. “I mean, I know it’s been a long time for you…”
“Yes, I need you,” I tell her. “I’m hungry for you, baby—for your beautiful body. I need to taste you tonight—to suck your tight nipples until you moan for me. Can you let me do that?”
“Of course I can.” She thrusts out her breasts eagerly. “Anything for you—anything to help you with your needs.”
I feel guilty for a moment. She’s so sweet and unselfish—allowing a man she thinks is her brother to do things to her that no big brother should do to his little sister. Should I tell her the truth?
But no—I’ve gone much too far as Kane now. If I told her I was actually his cellmate, she’d feel horrified and betrayed. I just have to keep up the fiction I built over hundreds of letters. I’m “Kane” to her and that’s who I’m going to stay—at least for now.
“Come here, baby,” I growl and pull her closer to suck one tight, pink peak into my mouth.
She moans and writhes against me, her little fingers gripping my shoulders. I can feel her soft pussy grinding against my cock too—we’re separated only by the thin fabric of her panties and the thicker material of my sleep trousers. God, I wish they weren’t in the way!
After a moment of sucking, I taste a single droplet of sweetness. But it’s so tiny it’s hard to tell—is she starting to produce nectar or is it just my imagination? Either way, I fucking love sucking her sweet tips—she’s nearly crying with pleasure as she presses against me.
Suddenly, I want more. I pull back, letting her tight nipple slip from my mouth and look her in the eyes.
“Mmm, baby—I can feel your soft little pussy pressing against me,” I tell her.
“Oh, you mean…?” She trails off, looking down to where she’s practically riding the ridge of my cock through my sleep pants.