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)
“So you’ve never had a Heat Cycle before?” he says to me, frowning.
“I don’t even know what that is!” I moan. “Please—stop touching me!”
“Don’t think so, little sis. See, I can tell you have Were blood in you but if you’ve never had a Heat Cycle, well, that makes you pretty rare.”
“What are you even talking about?” I demand, but he’s barely paying attention to me.
“What do you think, boys?” he asks the two burly goons. “Could she be a Recessive Omega?”
“Fuck—if she is she’d be worth a fucking fortune,” one of them growls.
“Yeah—a fucking fortune,” the other echoes.
Suddenly, to my horror, Real Kane reaches down and cups my pussy. He spreads my outer lips with his fingers and slides into my inner folds.
“Hey!” I try to pull away from him, but I’m stopped by the couch right behind me. “Get your hands off me!” I gasp.
“Don’t think so, little sis. Need to see if you’re making slick.”
And with that, he shoves two thick and brutal fingers deep inside me.
“Stop! You’re my brother!” I shout at him.
I can’t believe he’s doing this. But even worse, my body is reacting to it! As he roughly thumbs my clit, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs. Soon I’m dripping all over his hand! What the Hell is wrong with me?
It’s not like I want this—my mind certainly doesn’t anyway. But my body seems to have a mind of its own. I can feel myself continuing to react to my big brother’s touch…and to his musky, animal smell that reminds me of fur and sharp, dark spice. I squeeze my thighs together, but I can’t get him out of me—his fingers are still buried in my pussy, pumping inside me. To my shame, my juices are sliding down his hand and dripping onto the floor.
“Look at her leaking!” one of the goons exclaims.
“Yeah—she’s deep in her Cycle,” the other remarks.
“She’s tight too. Wonder if she can take an Alpha’s cock?” Real Kane muses.
He reaches for the fastening of his dirty jeans with the hand that isn’t molesting me and, to my horror, pulls out a perfectly enormous shaft.
It’s as big as Fake Kane’s, I think, as he steps up to me and rubs it against my stomach. It’s hot and greasy and his musky, rank odor is suddenly stronger, making me want to gag. Surely he’s not going to do what I fear he’s going to do.
“Please,” I beg him in a trembling voice as he withdraws his fingers and starts rubbing the thick head of his cock against my inner pussy. I can feel his precum coating my clit and my inner folds—it’s hot and acrid—it almost seems to burn me. “Please, don’t do this—what if you get me pregnant? I’m your little sister!”
These considerations didn’t bother me with Fake Kane—he felt right to me in a way I still can’t explain, not even to myself. But I’m filled with horror at the idea of having Real Kane’s child. The idea of letting him fuck me is awful—unthinkable! And yet my traitorous body still continues to leak, both from my nipples and my pussy.
“Yeah, I’m your brother. Who better to plow your pussy and give you a big belly, little sis?” Real Kane growls.
“You fuck her and you’re breaking the Unbreakable Laws,” one of the goons points out.
“You think I give a fuck for laws?” Real Kane slides the broad head of his cock down to the mouth of my pussy. He has to crouch to do it, which seems to aggravate him.
Turning, he sits on the couch. Then he drags me down, forcing me to straddle him. I try to fight but I can’t do much with my hands cuffed behind me. Before I know it, he has me spread out and helpless in his lap.
“Gonna see if you can take an Alpha’s cock, little sis,” he growls.
I can’t believe I’m in this position! Spread out naked in my big brother’s lap—my real big brother—who’s about to impale me on his cock! I have to get away! But there’s nowhere to go. I’m helpless—vulnerable and open for him and unable to stop whatever he’s going to do to me.
He’s just starting to feed the broad head of his cock into the mouth of my pussy when one of his goons speaks up.
“Ya know, boss—if you knot her and cream in her, she’s going to be worth a lot less at the auction,” he remarks.
“Yeah—if she really is a Recessive Omega, whoever buys her is going to want to be the first in her pussy,” the second one says. “If you give her a breeding belly, they’re gonna be able to tell she’s been bred. Besides, it’s getting late—we’re gonna need to Shift soon. You sure you even have times for this?”