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SUNNY

W e strip naked and climb in together as soon as the water is hot. There doesn’t seem to be any question of me washing myself. Clearly Kane feels like he made this mess and it’s his job to clean it up.

He reaches between my legs and spreads my pussy, letting the warm shower spray bathe me. But I moan and twist my hips away, even as he’s trying to clean me.

“What is it, baby—what’s wrong?” Kane asks, sounding worried.

“I’m just still really tender there,” I tell him. “ Probably because of, you know, of all the friction when I was rubbing against you.”

His eyes go soft.

“All right, baby— I’ll be more careful. Here , let me use my fingers.”

Two long fingers slide inside my pussy as he washes me thoroughly and I moan and grind against his hand. I’m a little worried about all the cum that runs down my thighs— Kane really came a lot and most of it went inside me, it seems. I think only the first spurt ended up on his belly—all the rest went right up in my pussy.

But he only had the head in me, I tell myself. It’s probably not too bad. So I spread my legs and let Kane wash me thoroughly to get all of his cum out.

Afterwards, he dries me off with a big towel and does the same for himself. We go to bed naked and I don’t say anything about either of us putting on pajamas because I don’t want to. I just want to be close to him. I know it’s probably wrong, but it just feels so right —so good to be so intimate with Kane —to feel his big, hard, bare body against mine

“Are you worried?” he asks, as I cuddle naked with him under the covers. “ Because you probably don’t have to be. Even though I came in you, it’s rare for a girl to get pregnant by one of my people unless she’s also getting knotted.”

“Really?” I look up at him, feeling relieved. “ So …because you were only in me a little way and your knot wasn’t inside me…?”

“You should be all right,” he assures me. “ Though if you do get pregnant, I’ll stand by you,” he hastens to add. “ I want you to know that, baby. I’d never leave you all alone with a big belly.”

“Thank you, Kane ,” I murmur, pressing against him.

But though his words reassure me, it would be hard to explain to people in town if I suddenly got pregnant. They wouldn’t understand the love between me and my big brother—they wouldn’t be able to see that I’m just trying to help him get over his time in prison and accidents happen sometimes.

“Accidents happen, sometimes,” I say, speaking the thought out loud. “ You didn’t mean to slip inside me. Things just got kind of… slippery and the head went in. That’s not a big deal, right?”

“Hopefully not,” he acknowledges. “ Because I know you don’t want to be carrying my baby.”

If only things were different I’d gladly carry his child! I’d be proud to be pregnant by him…if only he wasn’t my big brother. I open my mouth to say that, but I’m not sure I should. After all, we’re already getting a lot closer than we probably should be.

“How’s your little pussy feeling now?” Kane asks me. He slips one big hand between my thighs and I part for him automatically. “ Are you still feeling tender inside?”

I wonder if he wants to rub against me again? I’m not sure if I can take that much friction for a second time tonight.

“It’s a little sore,” I say honestly.

“Poor baby…” He kisses me softly as he slides one gentle fingertip around my clit. “ Do you want me to kiss it better?”

I catch my breath as I remember how he “kissed” my nipples better. Does he really want to do that?

“Do you really want to?” I ask him.

“Mmm-hmm.” In the dim bedroom, his pale eyes are heavy-lidded. “ It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted pussy, baby. Would you let me taste yours tonight? Would you let me kiss you all better?”

“Well…if you really want to.” I can’t help remembering how Charles stopped after trying for about thirty seconds and announced that it just “wasn’t his thing.”

“I want to.” And then Kane is sliding down the bed and flipping back the quilt so he can get situated between my thighs. To my surprise, he grabs one of the pillows and shoves it under my hips.

“Oh—what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

“Want you to see me do this,” Kane growls. “ Want you to watch me kiss your sweet little pussy all better, baby.”

“O-okay,” I whisper breathlessly as he parts my thighs wide and settles between them.

“Watch me,” he growls again. And , holding my gaze with his, he dips his head and licks my pussy, sliding his tongue right between my lips to caress the aching bud of my clit.

“Ahh!” I cry and buck my hips, my thighs closing with the intensity of the sensation.

In response, Kane shakes his head.

“No, baby—you have to be a good girl and stay open for me so I can kiss you all better.”

He winds his long, muscular arms around my thighs and splits me wide—holding me open effortlessly as he ducks his head again.

I moan as he licks me over and over, holding my eyes with his as his tongue glides over my aching clit.

“Oh…oh, Kane !” I gasp and somehow my hands have found his head and my fingers are buried in his hair, tugging and urging him on.

Kane doesn’t seem to mind this—he growls low in his throat and keeps licking, holding me in place as he sends me closer and closer to the edge.

And then I’m coming again—my back arching and my toes curling as I explode against his tongue. God , it feels so good to be kissed here—to be licked! I never knew it could be like this—no other guy I’ve been with has been interested in doing this to me but Kane seems to have mastered it as an art form. He eats my pussy like he’s a starving man and I’m his feast. Again I tell myself that I’m helping him—giving him what he needs after those long, lonely years locked away.

He keeps on licking me, guiding me through my orgasm and holding me in place. If he wasn’t, I would probably have gone off the side of the bed. It feels so good it’s impossible to hold still!

At last, I start panting and trying to push his head away.

“Kane please—it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!” I moan.

Reluctantly, I think, he looks up. His mouth is shiny with my juices and he licks his lips, as though I taste delicious.

“Sorry, baby,” he growls. “ First I come in you and then I hold you down and lick you until you’re trying to get away from me. Seems like I’m not being a very good big brother tonight.”

“It…it’s all right.” I’m still panting from the pleasure. “ You just got a little carried away, that’s all. Like you said, it’s been a long time since you, you know, tasted a woman there.”

“Yes, it’s been a long fucking time,” he agrees and places one more soft kiss on my open pussy, being careful not to over stimulate me. “ Thank you for letting me taste you, baby—your soft little pussy is so sweet and hot.”

“You’re welcome.” I hold out my arms to him. “ But will you hold me now? I’m getting cold.”

“Sure, baby.” He comes back up to the top of the bed and pulls me into his arms. “ You want to spoon again?”

“Mmm, yes—that’s my favorite way to sleep with you,” I confess.

“I like it too. You feel so good in my arms.” He turns me so my back is to his front and pulls me close. His arms go around me and he cups my bare breasts in his big hands which feels nice.

I bite my lip as I feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my ass. I can’t help thinking this is the first time we’ve done naked spooning. And if his cock slips between my legs…

But so what if it does? Kane already came in me tonight. Of course, it was an accident and he washed it all out really thoroughly, but still, it happened. So there’s no use getting upset if his cock happens to find its way to someplace it probably shouldn’t.

At least, I tell myself I’m not going to stress over it. I sigh and snuggle back against him. I even open my thighs in a kind of invitation.

After a moment of hesitation, I feel him shift against me and he whispers in my ear,

“You sure about this, baby?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I spread my thighs wider and press back against him. “ I can’t sleep with that big old thing poking me all night. Just put it between my legs and we’ll both be more comfortable.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind…”

And then the long, thick shaft is sliding between my thighs. I can’t believe he’s still hard after coming so much earlier. But maybe licking me and kissing me better got him excited again.

I’m still slippery too and the head of his cock finds its way between my pussy lips easily and slides over my clit as he settles against me.

“Mmm, baby— I can feel how wet your pussy is,” he growls in my ear.

“And I can feel the head of your cock sliding against me,” I murmur back.

“Do you want me to move it?” he asks considerately. “ Just to be on the safe side? I mean, you’re really slippery, baby—this could be dangerous.”

“No, it’s okay,” I tell him. “ Just hold still and try not to slip inside me by accident— I don’t need another load of your cream in my pussy tonight.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promises. “ Good night, baby.”

“Good night, Kane .”

I sigh contentedly and relax completely against him. I know it’s hard to believe I can feel comfortable sleeping like this with him, but again, it just feels so natural. So right. It’s like my body was waiting for him all my life and now that he’s finally here, I’m alive in a way I never was before.

I push any guilt I’m tempted to feel aside as I cuddle back against him and sleep finally finds me.