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SUNNY

I can’t believe I’m doing this—it’s wrong, so wrong . I mean, isn’t it? Kane is my big brother, I shouldn’t be asking him for kissing lessons. And I also shouldn’t be sitting here beside him in the naughty new nightgown I bought while he was looking for clothes. I bought a few more things too—things I don’t dare to wear around him, though I wish I could.

But the thing is, even though I know this is wrong, it feels so right. For some reason I feel drawn to Kane in a way I’ve never felt drawn to any other man. And being near him makes me feel things—things I’ve never felt before, not even with Charles .

My heart is racing and my nipples are tight. Between my legs my pussy is so wet it’s embarrassing. It’s never gotten wet like this for Charles , not even when he tried kissing me there. Not that he kept it up for very long—he explained that it’s “just not his thing.” But Kane hasn’t even touched me—well, other than putting an arm around my shoulders—and yet my body just feels ready in a way it never has before.

Not that we’re going to do anything but kiss, I remind myself. And then our lips meet and I feel like fireworks are going off inside me.

Kane’s mouth is hot but gentle, though I can feel the urgency in his big body. He’s tense—he needs this. He probably has lots of pent-up sexual frustration and I’m more than willing to help him relieve it.

After a moment I feel the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. With a little moan I open for him, inviting him in.

He groans softly and cups the back of my head in his big hand, drawing me even closer. His tongue explores my mouth—he tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and something else…something wild.

Then he withdraws, panting.

“It’s like that, baby,” he growls softly, looking into my eyes. “ Did it feel good? Better than with Charles ?”

“A lot better,” I admit. “ You’re a really good kisser.”

“Mmm, you are too.” He kisses me again and this time his darting tongue seems to invite me to explore him the way he explored me. Experimentally , I slip my tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it gently, making a shiver go down my spine. Oh God , I’ve never enjoyed kissing until this minute but now it seems like I can’t get enough!

At last I pull back, panting. I feel like my whole body is on fire and even though I know it’s wrong, I want more. More than just kissing, I mean.

I think Kane wants more too. In fact, I can tell he does—there’s a really big tent in his gray sleep pants and there’s even a little wet spot forming at the tip—he must be leaking precum. The thought makes me excited for some reason.

“We should stop, baby,” he growls hoarsely, his eyes sweeping over me. “ You’re too fucking gorgeous. Kissing you makes me want to do…other things.”

I know what things he’s talking about. I want them too, but I can’t have them because, as I remind myself firmly again, he’s my big brother. But why do I feel so drawn to him? He just doesn’t feel like a brother—or family at all.

“Are you feeling… hungry again?” I ask hesitantly.

Kane’s pale eyes are half-lidded as he looks me up and down.

“Fucking ravenous, baby,” he growls.

“Do you want to…to touch yourself while you look at me?” I offer breathlessly. “ Or maybe…do you want me to touch you?”

My hand hovers over the hard ridge in his sleep trousers. I know I shouldn’t but really, would it be so bad? I’d just be giving him a hand job. That’s not a big deal, right?

Kane’s pale eyes are burning with hunger.

“You sure you’d feel okay with that, baby?” he growls softly. “ Touching me, I mean?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I try not to sound too eager. I can’t forget how big he looked when I watched him touch himself last night but then I could only see the shadow of what he was doing because it was so dark in the room. I want to see him in person—up close with the lights on.

“Then go ahead.” Kane spreads his arms, offering himself. “ Touch me however you want.”

I don’t even hesitate. I peel down the front of his gray sleep trousers and my eyes go wide when I see my prize. He’s huge. So big that when I finally take his shaft in my hand, my fingers won’t wrap all the way around it.

Kane draws in a hissing breath as I handle him and I freeze.

“Everything okay? Did I do it wrong?” I ask anxiously.

“No, baby—you’re doing it so damn right,” he assures me. “ Don’t stop—love the feel of your soft little hands on me.”

Encouraged by his response, I take a firmer grip and begin to stroke him up and down. He groans and shifts his hips, spreading his thighs wider as he thrusts into my hand. His cock feels like warm, velvety steel in my palm but I want to see more of it— I want to see all of it.

Impatiently, I push the gray sleep trousers down until Kane lifts himself obligingly so they fall down to around his ankles. I start stroking the entire length of him now and let me tell you, there’s a lot to stroke. I wonder how he ever fits this monster inside a girl to have sex at all.

And then I see something strange…down near the base of his cock is a kind of swelling that’s considerably thicker than the rest of his shaft.

“Er…what’s this?” I ask, running my fingers over it.

“God!” He bucks his hips again, clearly loving my touch. “ That …that’s my knot, baby,” he says and his voice is a deep, hungry growl.

“Your what?” I frown.

“It has to do with my pack—er, I mean, it’s something I inherited from my father,” he explains. “ It’s part of me—a sign of my people. Like this.” He shows me the brand on his wrist—the one I wanted to ask about earlier. “ See , my father was in a kind of, uh, club,” he explains. “ A club with people that all have the same genetic markers. And I inherited them from him.”

“Oh. My dad had a brand like that, too,” I say, pointing at his wrist.

“He did?” His eyebrows shoot up.

“Uh-huh.” I nod. “ But I don’t think I inherited any kind of, uh, genetic markers from him. Nothing like your knot, at least.” I stroke it again, using my nails to tickle it and Kane groans aloud. “ Tell me more about it—what does it do?”

“It swells inside a woman’s pussy when I’m fucking her,” he growls. “ It ties us together and helps me breed her—makes it more likely she’ll get pregnant when I shoot my cum deep inside her.”

Oh God , why did I imagine him doing that to me when he said it? Why do his words, spoken in that low, growling voice, make me feel so hot? I try to make myself sound normal.

“Really?” I look at the knot uncertainly—it seems like it’s gotten bigger since I started stroking it. I can’t imagine having it in my pussy. Of course, I shouldn’t be imagining having any part of my big brother’s cock in my pussy, but my mind won’t stop showing me pictures—really naughty ones. I try to push them away and concentrate on stroking him.

Kane groans again.

“God, you’re driving me fucking crazy baby!”

“You like it when I touch you like this?” I ask him. “ Do you like to watch me do it?”

“I love to watch your tits when you’re stroking me,” he growls hoarsely. “ Love the way they jiggle. Fucking hot!”

Impulsively, I shrug my shoulders and let the spaghetti straps of my gown slither down my arms. The pale pink gown falls low, baring my breasts and my tight nipples which are aching with need.

“God, baby—so fucking beautiful!” Kane growls. “ Can I touch them?”

“If…if you want to.” I lean even closer, thrusting my breasts out as I continue to stroke him up and down with one hand.

Kane palms one of my breasts and squeezes lightly. Then he cups it and begins to run the pad of his thumb around and around the tight tip of my nipple.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through me. A guilty little voice in my head is shouting that I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be letting my big brother caress my breasts while I jerk him off.

But it feels too good to stop. Kane’s spicy scent seems to invade my senses as I lean towards him, urging me on. I wonder if I smell as good to him as he does to me. I stroke him faster— I can’t lie, I want to make him come. I want to see him lose it and know that I’m the reason why.

Meanwhile the way he’s teasing my nipple is driving me crazy. His big hand is so warm and he’s pinching me now, tugging lightly and sending sparks of sensation straight down to my pussy, which is so wet I’m afraid I might leave a spot on the couch.

I feel Kane go rigid in my hand—his cock gets even bigger and harder, if that’s possible. And then he starts to cum.

My eyes get wide— I’ve never seen anything like this. I mean, I’ve seen Charles come before, when I didn’t feel like having sex and jerked him off instead. But he only pumped out one or two weak spurts and he was done.

With Kane , it’s different. His thick cock jerks in my hand and rope after rope of creamy white cum shoots from the tip, painting his hard abs and belly.

He’s not quiet when he comes either.

“Oh fuck, baby!” he groans, thrusting his shaft into my hand. “ God , your soft little hand feels so fucking good! You’re making me come so fucking hard!”

I’ve never been with a man who’s vocal when he comes but I find that I like it— I like it a lot. It’s so hot that he lets me know how much he likes what I’m doing to him. Also , I can’t believe he’s still coming. I never knew a guy who made so much cum in my life!

At last Kane relaxes back against the couch with a satisfied groan and his shaft gets a little less hard in my hand, though it doesn’t go completely soft.

“God, baby—you don’t know how much I needed that,” he tells me. “ I haven’t had a woman’s hands on me in so fucking long.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I say, smiling. I liked it too, to be honest. It made me feel powerful to bring such a big, strong man to his knees, so to speak.

“Well…” Kane looks down at himself and makes a face. “ Looks like I made a fucking mess.”

“Hang on— I’ll get something to clean you up,” I tell him.

I hop off the couch and run to the bathroom to get a wet washrag. But as I’m reaching for one from the stack in the linen cupboard, I noticed that some of Kane’s cum got on the back of my hand. Not surprising since there was so much of it.

Impulsively, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick it. I don’t know what makes me do it— I just want to taste him for some reason.

To my surprise, it tastes really good. Salty but sweet—a little spicy too, like cinnamon candy. How strange. I lick some more until my hand is clean. I know it’s a weird thing to do, but it seems like I can’t stop myself.

I look in the mirror and see a girl with flushed cheeks and her gown falling down to show her breasts. What am I doing?

I pull up the straps of my gown, hiding my breasts again—well, covering them anyway, there’s no hiding behind the thin, see-through fabric. If I’m honest, that’s why I bought it. Then I get on with business.

I run the water until it’s warm and get the washcloth good and wet before I wring it out. Then I carry it into the living room, where Kane is still sitting on the couch, his flat belly painted with his cream.

For just a split second, I have the urge to forget the washcloth and clean him with my tongue. I know that’s wrong— I shouldn’t want to do that with my big brother—shouldn’t crave the taste of his cream. But I can’t seem to help it— I want him.

I push the wanting aside and kneel beside him on the couch and start cleaning him up.

“Hey, it’s all right, baby— I can do that,” he objects.

“No, let me,” I insist in my bossiest voice. “ I’m the one who made you make this mess— I should be the one to clean it up.”

“Well…all right.” He subsides, watching as I wipe his belly and shaft. To be honest, I really just want an excuse to handle him some more, but as I do, I can feel him getting hard all over again. Wow —he really has some stamina! Charles is usually only good for once a night, which I don’t mind because I don’t like sex with him anyway. But I really liked what I did with Kane just now. Does that make me wrong or sick?

I push those thoughts away—the part of my mind where I put things I don’t want to think about is getting really crowded tonight—and finish wiping him. Then , impulsively, I lean down and kiss the broad crown of his cock.

Well, I said “kiss” but what I really mean is suck— I suck the head briefly into my mouth, swiping my tongue over it and tasting one more droplet of his cinnamon candy cream before sitting up to look at him.

“There—all clean,” I say, as though what I just did was no big deal.

Kane’s looking at me with half-lidded eyes and I can’t help noticing that his cock is now fully hard all over again. I wait, my heart pounding, for him to ask me why I kissed him there. But he only nods at me.

“Thank you, baby—that felt fucking amazing,” he growls softly.

“I… I’m glad you liked it.” I feel suddenly shy, even though I was so bold earlier. “ Did it help your, uh, hunger?”

“It took the edge off,” Kane says.

“I’m glad,” I say and really mean it. “ I know how hard it must have been for you, never having anyone to touch you or make you feel good for so long,” I tell him. “ I want you to know, I don’t mind helping you. You know, when you get ‘hungry’ again.”

“What about you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“What about me? What do you mean?” I say, frowning.

Kane gives me a knowing look—it feels like he can see right inside me.

“Do you ever get ‘hungry,’ baby?” he rumbles.

“Oh, I …” I can feel my cheeks getting hot. My nipples—especially the one he was touching and teasing—feel tight and my pussy juice has made my inner thighs all wet. But it’s hard to admit all that to him—it feels like crossing a line somehow.

And jerking him off wasn’t crossing a line? demands a guilty little voice in my head. But I ignore it.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer if you’re shy,” Kane rumbles. He reaches out a hand and cups my hot cheek. “ I just want you to know, it’s all right to have needs, baby. Women get ‘hungry’ the same way men do.”

“I don’t,” I say softly. “ Or , well… I never have before .”

He frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Just that…being with guys doesn’t turn me on. I mean, I’m not a lesbian or anything,” I explain quickly. “ Honestly , I don’t know what I am. I just know that sex has never done anything for me before. But now…”

“Now?” he echoes softly.

I drop my eyes, too embarrassed to go on. Too shy to let him know that what we did just now turned me on more than anything I’ve ever done with any other guy I’ve ever been with. That’s crazy, right? I mean, he’s my brother . Why would being with him turn me on even though no other guy has ever pushed my buttons? Do I have some kind of weird fetish or something?

It’s just that he doesn’t feel like my brother—not at all. He feels like something more—something important. But what? I don’t have any answers.

“Never mind. It’s late and we have to get up early tomorrow. Let’s get to bed, okay?” I say.

“Sure.” He shrugs, his broad shoulders rolling. Then he sits up and pulls up his sleep trousers. There’s a tent in them again, but I try not to notice. “ Er …do you want me to sleep out here tonight?” Kane asks, nodding at the couch.

“No!” I say, before I even think about it. “ Uh , that is…it wouldn’t be good for your back,” I say quickly. “ It’s really lumpy. I think it’s better if you sleep with me again in the bed. If …” I look up at him shyly. “ If you want to.”

“Of course I want to, baby,” he rumbles. Reaching out, he strokes a strand of hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. “ I always want to be close to you,” he tells me.

“I want that too,” I whisper, dropping my eyes as my cheeks get hot again. What’s wrong with me? I’m so bold one minute and so shy the next. I don’t know why I can’t just be normal. But somehow being close to Kane makes my heart pound and my knees feel weak.

“Come on, baby.” Kane stands up and holds out a hand to me. I take it and he pulls me off the couch. “ Let’s go to bed,” he says.

“Okay.” I nod and notice that he hasn’t let go of my hand. He entwines our fingers and tugs me gently, leading me to the bedroom.

I’m still not quite sure what just happened between us and if I feel guilty about it or not. To be honest, I’m confused and my body is still aching for a release. But I try to ignore it— I’ve been bad enough already tonight. I tell myself that I need to get control and go back to normal.

And I’m determined to do exactly that.