Free Big Brother's Breeding Dance (Virgin Sister Impregnation Sex) by Nicole Snow Page A

pillow into my
mouth and gnawed hard as pleasure exploded inside me. The fireball
started in my stomach and burst like a dam overflowing, radiating
outward, covering me in its sticky hot bliss.
    I screamed, keeping my volume as low as I
could. My room was across from Jack's and right next to Mom and
Dad's.
    I had to keep control, even through the
ecstasy roiling my blood. Waking my parents by masturbating would
be bad enough, but having Jack burst into my room looking for
prowlers would've been a death sentence.
    Slowly, my breathing became less ragged, and
the shrillness stopped. Exhausted, I collapsed, grabbing a fistful
of tissues on my nightstand to blot the excess wetness off my
hands.
    All I wanted to do was go to sleep, but a
familiar voice haunted me in the darkness, tormenting me with its
doubts until exhaustion blackened everything.
    You're eighteen, a High School grad, and a
virgin. What's wrong with this picture?
    How many girls had Jack fucked when he was
your age? Christ, how many did he drag to his dorm room and ravage
underneath his roommate's nose?
    Let's say more than a dozen. That seems fair
for a hard-as-nails alpha with an appetite he never tries to hide.
And that's all you need to know about why he'll never want a soft,
inexperienced, plain little sister like you...
     
    “ Any leads, my boy? I hear
Crawford's son is working for a big operation a couple towns over.
Would you like me to introduce you?” Dad asked between sips of
orange juice.
    Breakfast time, and all our eyes were on
Jack. He calmly chewed his eggs and sausage, answering only when he
was good and ready.
    “ That place? Really, Dad?
I met Mister Declane when he came around to my school for
recruiting. Nice guy, but he's getting his ass kicked in the
business for a good reason.” Jack grabbed an invisible bottle and
took gulps.
    “ Jack!” Mom
exclaimed.
    I just giggled. No matter how much he
matured, Jack hadn't let go of his uncanny ability to mix comedy
and truth.
    Dad winced. “I really had no idea. Well,
perhaps you'd better tune up the truck and go on a few interviews
next week.”
    “ Thanks. I'll do that, but
I'm taking the motorcycle. Same as I always do.”
    Dad gave him a disapproving stare. Jack
smiled firmly. He respected the man his mother had re-married, but
there had always been a quiet tension between them.
    Some days, I had to remind myself that Jack
was my step-brother. He'd been a part of my life as long as I could
remember.
    I guess not being blood related made me feel
a little better about my taboo desires. But only to a point...
    “ I want to go riding
before you get a job, Jack.” I stabbed a sausage link and poked the
tip into my mouth.
    Mom narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.
Jack looked at me and raised his chin, a bemused look on his
face.
    “ You really think you can
handle it, little Sis? This isn't like the scooter I had before I
left, you know.”
    “ Oh, I know, Brother. I'm
ready to feel it purring between my legs.” I blushed.
    “ I don't think you'll be
feeling anything, young lady.” Dad turned his dark eyes on me.
“Those things are dangerous. Takes big guys like your brother
months to learn how to ride them well.”
    “ Oh, come on. I haven't
even found a date for the big August dance...don't I deserve a
little excitement?”
    “ You do, honey. But that's
the kind you should be focusing on. Not gallivanting away with Jack
to the dirty oil fields.”
    “ They're not that dirty,
Mom.” Jack smiled, flashing his perfect white teeth. “And what's
all this about the dance?”
    “ Same one you used to
attend here in Willingston,” Dad said, pushing one last bite of
food into his mouth. “We don't have those disco clubs and lounges
like you had in the city.”
    Jack flattened his hands on the table and
chuckled. “Ah, Dad. I never even stepped foot into those places.
The city girls didn't really appeal to me.”
    “ Hm, I'll bet,” Mom said,
her voice dripping with disbelief.