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SUNNY

I wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed, despite the fact that we were up late the night before. When I remember what we were up late doing, I can feel my cheeks getting hot. But surprisingly, I don’t feel too guilty. I mean, not nearly as much as you’d think after what Kane and I did together.

I was just helping him out, I tell myself. He has a lot of needs—a lot of pent-up sexual frustration. What kind of little sister would I be if I didn’t help my big brother with his hunger?

I feel better after thinking that because well, I like to be helpful. And Kane is important to me. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for him.

What if he has other needs, though? whispers a little voice in my head. What if he needs to fuck you? What then, Sunny ?

I push the voice aside but not before an image pops into my mind—it’s Kane kneeling over me with his cock in one hand, fitting it to the mouth of my pussy as I spread my thighs for him.

“Do you need to put it in me?” I hear myself asking him. “ Because if you really need to, I’ll open for you… I’ll let you fuck me if you need to, Kane .”

“God, baby— I haven’t been with a woman for so fucking long,” he growls. “ And your little pussy is so wet…so tight…”

“Go on…put it in me,” I urge him. “ Fill me with your cock, Kane . I don’t mind.”

“Good girl,” he growls and begins pressing into me. We both watch as his big cock slides deeper and deeper into my soft, unprotected pussy, filling me up.

I feel my inner walls stretching as he feeds that thick shaft deep into my tight, wet channel and we both moan as he bottoms out inside me and his knot begins to swell, tying us together.

I know then that he’s going to do more than fuck me…he’s going to breed me and spurt his cream deep inside me. He might even get me pregnant, but I don’t care— I just want to be open for him, want to help him with his hunger and if he needs to breed me to be satisfied, well then, I’m willing to let him. Willing to let him pound into me, filling my pussy over and over with his cock and his cream. Willing to?—

“…need to get going,” Kane says and I realize that I was lost in my dirty fantasy and haven’t been paying attention to anything else.

“Oh, right. You’re right,” I say, my cheeks getting hot.

I was so lost in my vivid mental image that I got distracted and put my shirt on inside out and backwards. I don’t notice it until Kane points it out and then I have to switch it around quickly.

“You ready to go?” he asks me. He’s already dressed.

“Uh yes—just let me feed Miss Sassy ,” I tell him.

I give her some food and then we head out the door. As soon as we’re outside, Kane grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, like he did last night. We walk to The Pie Shop hand-in-land looking more like lovers than brother and sister.

And to be honest, it feels more like we’re lovers too. No matter how hard I try, Kane just doesn’t feel like family. That doesn’t mean I don’t want him with me though—if anything, it makes me want him even more.

What’s happening to me?

I don’t know, but I can’t help liking it.

The morning goes swiftly making lots of pies. I find myself craving cinnamon, so I make an apple pie with some Redhots cinnamon candies I have left over from Valentines Day and call it “ Red Hot Lovin ’ Pie .” It comes out perfectly and fills the kitchen with the scent of cinnamon and spice—just what I’m craving.

Kane laughs when I tell him the name of the new pie flavor and—because no one else is in the diner yet—he pulls me close and kisses me. Just once—a sweet, lingering kiss on the mouth that makes my heart pound. Then he lets me go and gets back to rolling out the dough.

I feel wonderful—light and floaty and extra happy. My whole body feels good—maybe from the extra intense orgasm I had last night. The only problem is my breasts—for some reason they feel extra tender and my nipples are really sensitive. Which is weird— Kane played with them some last night but he wasn’t really rough or anything. So why are they so tender today?

Regardless, I can mostly ignore it, so I do and just go back to making pies.

Things are great until a little after noon when Charles comes in again. I get him seated at a table and ask what he wants to eat.

“Look, Sunny , I’m not really here for food.” He keeps his voice low and his face is so tense it looks like a crumpled ball of paper.

“You’re not? Then why are you here?” I ask. I had thought that maybe he would apologize for storming out the day before, but that’s clearly not what’s on his mind.

He leans forward, still keeping his voice low.

“Sunny, I don’t think you’re safe.”

“Huh?” I frown at him. “ What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that big brother of yours!” he hisses. “ I don’t like the way he looks at you—or the way he calls you ‘baby.’ It’s not right.”

I’m immediately on the defensive.

“It’s a nickname—short for ‘baby sister’ which is how I signed all my letters to him,” I inform Charles . “ There’s nothing wrong with that!”

“Sunny, just think about it—he’s an ex-con! He could have been in prison for murder for all you know!”

“No he wasn’t—it was drug charges,” I counter. “ Besides , he served his time—he deserves to get another chance at life.”

“But not in your house, sleeping under your roof!” Charles insists. “ I’m telling you, it’s not safe—he could snap at any minute!”

“That’s ridiculous,” I say, putting a hand on my hip. “ Kane would never hurt me. He’s my big brother and as long as he needs a place to stay, he has one with me!”

“One what?” Kane’s deep voice interrupts us as he comes up to join the conversation.

“Uh, nothing. Nothing at all.” Charles goes pale at once and leans back, away from me.

“Is everything okay?” Kane asks, frowning at me.

“Fine,” I assure him. “ Charles was just trying to decide between the tuna salad and the veggie burger.” I smile at my boyfriend maliciously. The only thing he hates worse than vegetarian food is tuna in any form.

“I’d say the tuna salad,” Kane remarks. “ Cookie gave me a bite of it—fucking delicious .”

“No, I … I really can’t stay.” Charles rises quickly and pushes in his chair. “ I just came to say ‘hey’ to Sunny but I have some business back at the dealership.”

“Oh, the dealership?” Kane frowns and snaps his fingers. “ That’s right— Sunny told me your dad owned a car dealership and he lets you play with the cars whenever you want.”

“I do not ‘play’ with the cars,” Charles says stiffly. “ I’m one of the top-selling salesmen! People buy our cars because they see me driving around in them and decide they want one.”

“That’s a nice way to think about it,” Kane says, nodding. “ So really, everywhere you go, you’re just doing ‘marketing’ for your dad. Even if you’re not really doing anything but showing off.”

Charles’s face goes dark.

“It’s not like that. I have to go.” He nods at me. “ Goodbye , Sunny . Think about what I said.”

“What exactly did he say?” Kane asks after Charles leaves with a tinkling of the bell.

I sigh.

“He’s got this weird idea that I’m not safe with you because…” I trail off.

“Because I was in prison?” Kane raises his eyebrows.

“Well, yes. But he’s a jerk— I told him that as long as you need a place, you have one with me,” I tell him.

Kane cups my cheek in one big hand…then appears to remember we’re in public.

“Better get back to work now,” he rumbles. “ I think table three wants their check.”

I go to give it to them, but I’m still fuming. I can’t believe Charles was trying to get me to kick my own brother out of my house!

But I can’t help thinking about him saying he doesn’t like the way Kane looks at me and calls me “baby.” There does seem to be something growing between the two of us—is it really that obvious to other people? If so, we’d better tone it down. Of course if Charles really knew what was going on between me and my brother, he’d probably be horrified. Probably the whole town would be.

But I don’t care about them—any of them. And I don’t feel guilty for “cheating” on my boyfriend either. Because I’m not really cheating— I’m just helping Kane with his hunger. I’m helping him get used to life outside of prison. It’s better for him to get his sexual needs met with me than some skanky prostitute that might have all the diseases—right?

That’s what I tell myself anyway and I don’t feel bad at all.

I go on about my day, but by the time we clock out, something weird is going on with me. My nipples are strangely tender—almost painful. Kane asks if I want to go anywhere but I shake my head and tell him I need to get home. I need to get a moment of privacy to look at my breasts and see what’s happening them.

Because on top of my nipples being tender, my boobs look bigger too. I mean, I might be imagining it but the top of my waitressing uniform feels tight and I swear I’ve never filled it out so well before. My bra straps feel like they’re cutting into my shoulders— I need to get out of here.

So we go home.

We ate at the diner so we just take showers— I let Kane have the first one again while I go into my bedroom to examine myself in the mirror. Besides being tender, my nipples are darker than usual and sure enough my boobs do look a little bigger. What’s going on with me?

My boobs aren’t the only thing bothering me, though. My pussy feels wet and swollen between my thighs. And I feel…restless somehow. Hungry . Yes , that’s it. It’s like my body was asleep for years but now it’s awake and I suddenly have a sexual appetite that needs to be satiated, just like Kane after his long stay in prison.

In the shower, I try touching myself, but I only manage to irritate my sensitive clit. I wish now that I hadn’t been asexual for so long because maybe I would have bought myself a vibrator. I wish I had one to use now! Annabelle has one she named “ George ” and she giggles about it all the time.

Still, I don’t need to be thinking about myself. It’s Kane who was in prison for three long years and right now he’s probably hungry again. The thought makes my stomach flutter with anticipation and I feel a fleeting bit of guilt. Should I be helping my brother satiate his hunger like this? But the emotion is easy to push away and I do exactly that as I put on yet another cute little nighttime outfit I bought.

This one is completely see-through and it’s red. It’s a tiny little teddy that only falls to my hips and opens in the middle. It has a tie between my breasts, which is the only thing keeping it closed. The silky, sheer material feels nice against my tender tips.

Down below, the teddy had panties to match. They’re also see-through and red with a tie in the middle, right above the slit of my pussy. If someone was to untie them, they’d fall open, revealing me completely.

Not that I expect that to happen, I tell myself as I step out of the bathroom and go to find Kane . I’ll just let him look this time while he touches himself. After all, it’s not like we have to go further and further every time…right?