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“Help myself?”Iask, feeling my cheeks getting hot. “YoumeanIdidn’t, uh…”

“You didn’t pet your soft little pussy—didn’t make yourself come,” he growls softly in my ear. “Isn’tthat what you need, baby?Don’tyou need to come?”

“I…Ishouldn’t.”Ican feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.

“Why not?”Kaneasks reasonably. “Doyou feel guilty when you touch yourself?Becauseyou shouldn’t—it’s natural to want to pet your soft little pussy sometimes.”

God, his words, spoken in that deep, rumbling voice, makes me sohot.

“I’m…Idon’t need that,”Iprotest even thoughIdo—Ireally,reallydo.

“Yes, you do,”Kanecounters.Hisvoice drops in the darkness. “Ican feel how wet and hot you are, baby.Yourlittle pussy needs to be touched.Sheneeds tocome.Ifyou’re embarrassed to do it yourself, do you want me to do it for you?”

“You…you’d do that?Imean, you want to…”

“To pet your soft little pussy until you come for me,” he growls. “Yes, baby—Iwant that very fucking much.Butonly if you want to let me do it,” he adds.

“But…wouldn’t it be wrong?”Iask, nibbling my lower lip. “Imean, you’re my brother.Ishouldn’t let you…you know, touch me there.”

“You let me touch your breasts,” he reminds me. “WhenIwas hungry to touch someone, you gave yourself to me.”

His words make me think.HaveIbeen selfish, barely letting him touch me?Afterall, how could one hand job erase three long years of unbearably lonely confinement without a single person to love him or touch him?

“Are…are you hungry now?”Iask softly. “Doyou need…do you want to touch me again, big brother?”

“Only if you want me to,” he repeats. “Butyes, baby—I’mfucking hungry.Hungryfor your soft little body—hungry to make youcome.”

“Then do it.”Iscoot away from him a little and lay on my back.Mynightgown is still pushed up, baring my breasts and pussy.Ifeel so naked…so vulnerable.Andyet sohot.

Still, there have to be limits.WhenKaneleans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth,Imoan and push at his head.

“No,”Isaid breathlessly. “No,Kane—hand stuff is okay.Butmouth stuff, well, that’s going too far.”

He sucks hard for a minute longer, making me squirm, then slowly, he lets my aching nipple slip from between his lips.

“No mouth stuff—got it,” he growls. “ButIcan touch you any wayIwant to?”

“Any way you want,”Ibreathe and spread my thighs a little wider. “Goahead,Kane.Idon’t mind helping you when you’re hungry.Ifyou need to pet me—to touch my breasts and my pussy—I’lllet you.”

“Mmm, you’re so sweet, baby,” he growls and his big, warm hand runs all over my bare breasts.Imoan as he palms each for a moment before tugging my nipples.God, why does it feel so good to let him touch me whenInever wanted to be touched by any other man?

I have no answers and beforeIknow it,Kane’shand is sliding down my trembling belly to cup my pussy.

“Is this okay, baby?” he rumbles in my ear. “CanItouch you like this?”

Actually,Iwish he’d touch memore.He’sjust cupping me right now butI’maching inside—so wet and needy butI’membarrassed to admit it.

“Yes,”Iwhisper and roll my hips, pressing my pussy deeper into his hand. “Youcan touch me like that,Kane.”

“What about like this?”Suddenlytwo long fingers are parting my pussy lips, opening me down there, making me gasp. “CanIspread your soft little pussy open and touch you like this?”Kanemurmurs, looking into my eyes. “CanIstroke your sweet clit, baby?”

As he speaks, one long finger begins circling the aching button of my clit.Igive a little cry and my hips buck on their own.OhGod, it feels sogood!

“Yes,Kane!”Imoan. “You…you can touch me there too.”

“No,Iwant to hear you say it,” he tells me. “Say, ‘yes, you can stroke my clit.’”

“Yes, you can…can stroke my clit,”Imoan.OhGod, why is he making me say this?Butit makes me even hotter to hear the dirty words coming out of my mouth.