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SUNNY

K ane is still hard when I wake up and at first, I don’t know what happened. Why am I naked in bed with him and why does he have his shaft between my thighs? Also , why is the broad head rubbing between my pussy lips and bumping against my clit? ( The pleasure is what woke me up in the first place.)

Then last night comes rushing back. I remember rubbing against him…then I remember him coming in me. Oh crap.

I shift against him and feel his shaft move between my pussy lips. What happened didn’t seem like a big deal last night, but this morning I’m wondering if I’m going to be in trouble when it’s time for my next period. That’s a little under two weeks away which means I might even be ovulating right now.

But then I remember what he said about probably not being able to get me pregnant unless he knotted me. And no matter how much cream he pumped into my pussy, it was only the head of his cock that went into me. I was nowhere near taking the rest of his thick shaft or that monster knot of his. Although , I can’t help wondering what that might feel like…

My body is feeling “hungry” again this morning, despite the two intense orgasms I had the night before. I can’t help noticing that I feel kind of empty inside. I also notice that the head of Kane’s cock is now lodged right against the mouth of my pussy…

He seems fast asleep—his breathing is deep and regular. This is probably what they call “morning wood” poking against me—well really, poking into me, though just a little bit.

Should I try it?

Experimentally, I tilt my hips back and open my thighs a little more. He’s so long and hard that the head immediately slips inside me, breaching my entrance with no problem at all. But then comes a problem.

Kane has one of those cocks where the shaft gets a lot thicker right below the head. I’m not sure if I can take even another single inch of him inside me…but I kind of want to try.

I shift again and spread my thighs even wider. I feel a stretching sensation…and then another thick inch slips in, sliding into my pussy as though it belongs there. And then another…and another .

Oh God , it feels really good! I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t seem to stop. I tilt a little further and feel his shaft slide even deeper, my inner walls stretching to take it…

“Baby? Are you awake?”

Kane’s voice is deep and sleepy. I freeze against him. I can’t let him know what I was doing! It’s too embarrassing to admit I wanted to feel him inside me.

Closing my eyes, I go limp and pretend to sleep.

“Baby?” He puts a hand on my arm and shakes me gently. “ Baby , wake up.”

“Hmm?” I open my eyes and pretend to yawn. “ What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is I slipped inside you again.” Kane sounds apologetic, but I notice he’s not moving—his thick cock is still inside me. “ Do you feel that?” he asks and nudges in and out, just a tiny bit.

“Um…yes,” I say.

“We’d better see how deep I am in you.” Kane throws back the sheet and quilt and we both look down.

I bite my lip at what I see when I spread my thighs again. My little pussy mouth is stretched tight around his thick cock and over a half of it is inside me.

“Oh my,” I whisper as the impact of what I did hits home. I actually took his cock in me—which was exactly what I wasn’t supposed to do. But I didn’t know I was taking so much! I can’t believe he’s over halfway in me.

“I’m sorry, baby— I didn’t mean to do this,” Kane tells me, but he’s still lodged inside me, neither of us moving.

“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly. “ I mean, like I said last night, accidents happen. At least you didn’t, uh, come in me this time.”

“No and I’m trying not to,” he growls softly. “ But your tight little pussy feels so good wrapped around me, I’m afraid if I move too much—even to slide out of you— I’ll start pumping you full of my cum and give you a creamy pussy.”

Oh crap— I really did it now. I can’t believe I put myself in this position again!

“Maybe if we just relax a minute and don’t move,” I suggest. Though we have to get up and get to the diner soon—those pies aren’t going to make themselves.

“I’m really sorry,” Kane apologizes again, making me feel guilty. “ I swear I didn’t do this on purpose, baby. I know how you feel about letting me put my cock in you. And fuck— I’m over halfway in you!” He nudges in and out of me again, just a little, as though to prove his point.

“It…it’s okay,” I reassure him breathlessly because it feels so good having him in me. “ I know it was an accident. Just take a deep breath and slide it out of me.”

“Okay,” he says.

We’re still lying on our sides and he slips one big hand under my thigh.

“I’m going to lift your top thigh to open you up some,” he tells me. “ You’re so tight right now—that’s what’s making it so fucking hard not to come.”

We both watch as he lifts my leg, which only shows how deep he is in me and how tightly my pussy mouth is stretched around his thick shaft.

Slowly, inch by inch, Kane starts to slide out of me. I bite my lip as I see his cock—all shiny from my juices—slowly coming out of my pussy. I never would have guessed I could get something so big so deep inside me…and yet I can’t help wishing I could feel even more of it. I wonder if I could take his knot…

Then I remind myself again that he’s my brother and I shouldn’t be thinking that way about him. I should be horrified by what I’m watching—his thick cock sliding out of me. But I can’t seem to get upset. It feels too good to have him in me and I can’t lie—part of me wishes he’d shove it back inside—all of it this time, even the knot. I know it’s bad to think that way, but I can’t seem to help it.

“God, baby, look how tight you are—look at your soft little pussy wrapped around my cock,” Kane growls. “ You really took me deep, didn’t you?”

“Not on purpose,” I lie and then add, “ You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s because you’re so tight,” he tells me. “ God , you feel so good around me! Fucking … trying not to come in you but it’s fucking hard, baby!”

“Take it out slowly,” I tell him. “ Just ease it out of my pussy.”

“Trying to, baby,” he growls. “ Trying not to come in you again…”

He’s about halfway out of me as he says this and then I feel his cock start to throb and he curses,

“Fuck!”

A hot jet of his cream fills my pussy and then he’s pulling out as fast as he can. But he’s still coming and I don’t want it all over my quilt!

Without thinking, I lean over him and take his spurting cock in one hand, feeding the head into my mouth. Hot jets of his salty/sweet cinnamon-flavored cream pulse against my tongue and I swallow as fast as I can, trying to handle it all. I can taste my own secret flavor on his shaft and I like it…like it a lot, even though I know I shouldn’t.

“Baby, what the fuck?” Kane growls hoarsely, looking down to where I’m kneeling between his thighs, sucking his cock. But he doesn’t try to stop me from swallowing his cream. In fact, one big hand comes up and he strokes the curtain of hair that has fallen over my face away so he can watch me doing it. “ Fuck —you’re making me come even harder!” he groans as he sees me sucking and swallowing…sucking and swallowing.

At last the spurts stop. I give him one last sucking kiss to get the last of his cream and then straighten up, my cheeks red with shame.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “ I just didn’t want it getting all over Nan’s quilt!”

“I’m more afraid of what I got inside you. Did I come in you before I pulled out? Spread your legs and let me see.”

Obediently, I lay back on the bed and open my thighs for him.

Kane spreads my pussy lips and groans.

“Looks like I did it again, baby,” he says ruefully. “ I’m so fucking sorry.”

Looking down, I see what he means. White cream is leaking from my pussy mouth—it’s clear he got off at least one or two spurts inside me before he pulled out.

“It’ll be all right,” I say, trying to put a brave face on it. “ After all, you came in me last night too. If something was going to happen, the damage is already done.”

“It’s still not good for me to flood your pussy with my cum,” he says grimly. “ Even by accident.”

“But your knot wasn’t in me,” I protest. “ I mean, you were only about halfway inside me when you, er, creamed me—so it should be all right. Right ?”

“Hopefully.” He sighs. “ Better get cleaned up, baby. We need to get to work.”

I look at the clock.

“Crap! I don’t even know if I have time for a shower!”

“Here.” Kane parts my thighs again and leans down.

“Hey—what are you doing?” I ask him.

“Giving you a tongue bath, baby. You can’t go around with your pussy full of my cream all day,” he says reasonably.

And then he’s licking me again, bathing my pussy with his tongue and lapping out the cream he shot inside me as I watch him, unsure of what to say. My clit tingles from his oral attention but I don’t try to protest or get away— I just let him lick me. I can’t believe we’re starting our morning like this…somehow our relationship has become a lot more intimate than I ever intended.

And I have no idea where we go from here.