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SUNNY

K ane is quiet as we get into bed. I get the feeling that he’s thinking hard about something—maybe about what we just did together. Does he think I’m bad or disgusting now? God , I hope not!

I shoot a look at him before I turn off the light but I still can’t guess what’s going on in his head. I wish I could.

I settle down on the right side of the bed and try to get comfortable and go to sleep. But I can’t—even with the quilt, I’m cold. It’s my own fault—this thin little nightgown I bought is way too flimsy to keep me from getting chilled to the bone. I wrap my arms around myself and draw my knees up to my chin but I can’t stop shivering, no matter how hard I try to get warm.

“Baby?” Kane’s deep voice rumbles in the darkness.

“Mmm-hmm?” I have to turn my head to look at him— I’m lying on my side, facing away from him and he’s lying on his back.

“Are you okay?” He reaches out a hand and it lands on my arm. “ Hey —you’re shaking!” He sounds really worried about me. “ What’s wrong?”

“I’m just c-c-cold,” I say. “ It’s all right— I mean, I’ll be f-f-fine.”

“No, you won’t—not if you keep shivering like that. Come here.” And he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close.

I think about protesting that I’m fine, but the truth is I’m not. And the minute I come in contact with his big, hard body I breathe a sigh of relief. He’s so warm.

“Mmm, you’re as hot as a furnace.” I turn to face him and snuggle close to his side. I don’t even care that my nightgown has ridden up so that my bare breasts are pressed against the side of his chest. I do try to keep my hips back, though. I’m afraid if I rub against him down below he’ll feel how wet my pussy still is and that would be so embarrassing.

“I’m a furnace, huh? Well you’re a little icicle,” he growls and pulls me even closer.

I wince in embarrassment as I feel my pussy pressing right against the bare skin of his side, just above the waistband of his trousers. Can he tell how wet I am?

If he can, he doesn’t say anything. He just rubs his big hands up and down my back and pulls me closer so that my head is resting on his broad chest.

“Mmm, baby—you feel so good in my arms,” he murmurs, which sends a flash of heat right through me.

“It…it feels good to me too,” I admit breathlessly. Recklessly , I throw my right leg over his hip. Yes , it brings me into even closer contact with him, but I tell myself I don’t care.

“That’s right—get comfortable. You getting warmer now?” he asks.

“Yes, thank you.” I nuzzle against him, pressing my face to the side of his throat and breathing in his spicy fragrance. “ What’s that cologne you wear? It smells so good.”

“Don’t wear cologne,” Kane rumbles. “ Never have.”

“Oh… I guess it’s just the way your skin smells, then.” I inhale again. “ Mmm , it’s really nice.”

“Thanks, baby. I like your scent too.” He presses his face to my hair and inhales. “ Mmm , so sweet.”

“Thank you,” I say, wishing I could get even closer. I’m rubbing against his hipbone now— I can feel it against my pussy. He’s so big and hard all over— I swear I can feel my outer lips parting as I wiggle and squirm against him.

“Whoa, baby—settle down. You’re all over the place!” He gives my bare ass a smack and I gasp and go still but my clit is still throbbing.

“Sorry,” I whisper against his neck. “ I’m just…restless, that’s all.”

“You’re ‘hungry,’” Kane corrects me. “ You got me off but you didn’t help yourself.”

“Help myself?” I ask, feeling my cheeks getting hot. “ You mean I didn’t, uh…”

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

“I… I shouldn’t.” I can feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.

“Why not?” Kane asks reasonably. “ Do you feel guilty when you touch yourself? Because you 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 so hot .

“I’m… I don’t need that,” I protest even though I do— I really, really do.

“Yes, you do,” Kane counters. His voice drops in the darkness. “ I can feel how wet and hot you are, baby. Your little pussy needs to be touched. She needs to come . If you’re embarrassed to do it yourself, do you want me to do it for you?”

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

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

“But…wouldn’t it be wrong?” I ask, nibbling my lower lip. “ I mean, you’re my brother. I shouldn’t let you…you know, touch me there.”

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

His words make me think. Have I been selfish, barely letting him touch me? After all, 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?” I ask softly. “ Do you need…do you want to touch me again, big brother?”

“Only if you want me to,” he repeats. “ But yes, baby— I’m fucking hungry. Hungry for your soft little body—hungry to make you come .”

“Then do it.” I scoot away from him a little and lay on my back. My nightgown is still pushed up, baring my breasts and pussy. I feel so naked…so vulnerable. And yet so hot .

Still, there have to be limits. When Kane leans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I moan and push at his head.

“No,” I said breathlessly. “ No , Kane —hand stuff is okay. But mouth 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. “ But I can touch you any way I want to?”

“Any way you want,” I breathe and spread my thighs a little wider. “ Go ahead, Kane . I don’t mind helping you when you’re hungry. If you need to pet me—to touch my breasts and my pussy— I’ll let you.”

“Mmm, you’re so sweet, baby,” he growls and his big, warm hand runs all over my bare breasts. I moan as he palms each for a moment before tugging my nipples. God , why does it feel so good to let him touch me when I never wanted to be touched by any other man?

I have no answers and before I know it, Kane’s hand is sliding down my trembling belly to cup my pussy.

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

Actually, I wish he’d touch me more. He’s just cupping me right now but I’m aching inside—so wet and needy but I’m embarrassed to admit it.

“Yes,” I whisper and roll my hips, pressing my pussy deeper into his hand. “ You can touch me like that, Kane .”

“What about like this?” Suddenly two long fingers are parting my pussy lips, opening me down there, making me gasp. “ Can I spread your soft little pussy open and touch you like this?” Kane murmurs, looking into my eyes. “ Can I stroke your sweet clit, baby?”

As he speaks, one long finger begins circling the aching button of my clit. I give a little cry and my hips buck on their own. Oh God , it feels so good!

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

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

“Yes, you can…can stroke my clit,” I moan. Oh God , why is he making me say this? But it makes me even hotter to hear the dirty words coming out of my mouth.

“What about this?” Kane asks and his teasing fingers dip lower to circle the mouth of my pussy. “ Can I put my fingers deep inside you, baby? Can I fingerfuck your soft little cunt?”

“Yes! Oh God , Kane —yes!” I’m moaning steadily now— I can barely get the words out.

“Say it,” he demands again. “ Say what you want me to do, baby!”

“I want you to…to put them inside me,” I moan. “ To put your fingers deep inside my pussy and fuck me with them. Fuck me, Kane !”

His growl is low and savage as he thrusts two thick fingers to the hilt inside me. I cry out and arch my back as I spread my thighs even wider, opening myself for him completely.

“Good girl,” he growls in my ears. “ Such a good girl to spread your thighs and let me fuck your soft little pussy!”

He’s thrusting inside me but then he starts doing something else—something different. I feel him rubbing some inner spot—a spot I didn’t know I had. At the same time, the pad of his thumb starts rubbing my aching clit again. Suddenly my pleasure jumps to a whole new level— I can feel the sensations building inside me and I know I’m going to come.

“Oh…oh, Kane !” I moan as my hips start rocking to his rhythm. “ Oh that feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I don’t know why I’m so vocal— I barely make a peep when I’m with Charles . But I never feel much of anything with him. With Kane , it’s different. It’s like he has somehow woken my body up—like I was asleep my whole life before I met him and now I’m coming awake and alive.

“That’s right, baby—work for it,” he urges me. “ Fuck yourself on my fingers. Good girl—you’re so close .”

I am close and suddenly, I’m there— the pleasure washes over me and I’m coming. Coming harder than I can ever remember coming in my life.

Usually my orgasms—when I have them—are meek, timid little things. I barely feel them at all—just a gentle crest of pleasure, like a soft wave lapping at the shore. But this…this is a tidal wave. I feel it rush through my entire body, sending sparks of pure light through every bit of me. It feels so good I can barely breathe, but somehow I want more .

“Kiss me!” I demand breathlessly and tug at his hair. “ Kiss me while you make me come!”

Kane lets out a low growl of pure pleasure and covers my mouth with his own. Our tongues meet and my hips buck as the intense pleasure goes on and on, washing over and through me until I can barely think anymore.

I don’t know how long it lasts, but finally I break the kiss and collapse back against the bed, panting.

“Ohhhh…” I moan softly. “ Oh God , that was amazing.”

“It was fucking amazing for me too, baby.” Kane kisses me on the cheek. “ Your soft little body is so responsive.”

“It…it never has been before,” I admit, panting. “ I mean, I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life! It was like my body was asleep and you woke it up.”

“Mmm, I’m glad to hear it,” he rumbles. “ Does your soft little pussy feel better now?” As he speaks, he moves his fingers inside me, making me twitch my hips and moan.

“Yes. Much better,” I admit.

“Good girl.” He draws his fingers out of my pussy and then—to my surprise—sucks them into his mouth.

I watch, wide-eyed, as he sucks every last bit of my juices off his fingers, holding my eyes with his own as he does so.

“Just like I thought,” he growls, his eyes going half-lidded in the moonlight coming from the window. “ Fucking delicious.”

I nibble my lower lip.

“I tasted some of your, uh, cream too,” I admit. “ I really liked the flavor of it.”

“You mean when you sucked the head of my cock?” he rumbles and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

“Yes,” I say softly. “ I , uh, don’t know why I did that. I know I probably shouldn’t have,”

“It’s okay,” Kane assures me. “ But maybe we should stop before we go any further. It’s getting late and we have to get up early to make the pies.”

“True.” I sigh and roll over on my side, trying not to picture sucking his cock again—but taking more of it this time, not just the head. Why do I want to taste his cream again so badly? What’s wrong with me?

“Come here, baby—let me spoon you.” Kane draws me close to him and loops a muscular arm around me.

I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against my bare ass and I can’t help thinking that if he just pulled down his sleep pants—just enough to let that long, thick shaft slip free—and then pressed it forward, right between my pussy lips… I wonder if I could take him? He’s so long and thick but I’m really wet right now…

But no— I have to stop thinking like that! Even though he doesn’t feel like family, Kane is my big brother—we really shouldn’t have done what we just did. It was wrong.

I had to help him out though , I argue with myself. He’s been in prison for three years—he has needs. He gets hungry .

I try not to think about how hungry I got for him or the way I opened myself and begged him to fuck me. I try not to remember the way he growled, “ Good girl,” in my ear while I moaned and came for him—came harder than I ever had my whole life. I won’t do that again, I promise myself.

Because no matter how good and how right it feels, I know deep down that it’s wrong.