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

“Seriously, Stacey. Why don't
you go into town today with Jack? There's a cute barista boy
working in the new cafe.”
    I stuck my tongue out. I couldn't believe
she found Tommy Lukacs cute. He'd been in half my classes, our
school's best cross country runner who'd shed so much body fat he
looked like a gangly scarecrow.
    “ I think I'll pass on the
boy,” I said politely, dabbing the corners of my lips. “But I would
like to go with you, Jack. I've been cooped up on the farm ever
since you came back during the Fourth.”
    Jack looked at me and smiled. I relaxed,
seeing none of the trace annoyance that sometimes filled his eyes
whenever I wanted to tag along with him.
    “ Well, it probably
wouldn't hurt to spend some time with my pretty little sister.”
Jack followed my smile with his, a grin that knew he'd just given
me half the world.
    “ Let me go change into
something fresh. I'll be ready in a couple minutes!” I rose with
him, and we pushed our chairs in together.
    “ Don't forget to take the
truck!” Dad yelled after my brother, just before the the screen
door slammed behind him. “I'm not going to be peeling my only
daughter off the side of the road after wrecking one of those
things.”
    I stiffened, stopped in mid-step halfway to
my room. Normally, Jack would've had a sharp retort, and perhaps a
full blown argument would've developed over his favorite ride.
    “ It's okay, dear. It'll be
good for her to spend some time with him. Lord knows our little
girl needs some male company.”
    Mom's sickly sympathetic words stayed with
me as I threw on new jeans and a burgundy tank top. I didn't need
her charity, damn it.
    Even if she'd hit the root of my problems –
she'd never understand my crush on her mouth watering son.
     
    “ Climb behind me, little
Sis. There you go. Now, wrap your hands around my waist and hold on
tight. It's only a short ride into town, but you're going to feel
everything.”
    “ What if Dad finds out?” I
whispered, my eyes bright with excitement.
    “ I'll deal with him later.
If he sees us, we'll be out of here in the blink of an eye. Won't
be able to hear any yelling over this engine.”
    Trembling, I reached out and clasped my
hands across his waist. His abs were like compact stones laid
together; warm, unmovable, and painfully sexy.
    I jumped as he turned the ignition. The
motorcycle's engine roared to life and it jerked into motion,
spiraling down the small dirt path connecting our family farm to
the main road.
    I buried my face in his shoulder, hiding
myself from stray contrails of dust. The last thing I needed was to
cough all over him!
    Riding his bike with him reminded me of our
times at the state fair together as kids. Jack always dragged me
onto the highest roller coasters and spinning carriages. He held me
and laughed as I screamed, roaring through the sky and clinging
tight as wild G-forces throttled through my body.
    Now, we rode a real rocket together,
bringing me closer than I'd ever been to the bare pavement and the
quick moving blue sky.
    “ Wow! It's
so...liberating,” I said, stumbling to find the right term. My long
hair blew back in the hot, dry breeze.
    “ Oh, little Sis, you have
no idea. This is all that's gonna keep me sane when I'm doing
fourteen hour days in the fields this winter,” he yelled over the
roar.
    My heart swelled. He had a rough life ahead,
at least until he'd done his time to become a senior engineer
perched in a warm office. Good thing Jack thrived on
challenges.
    Actually, I wanted to say, I can
think of about a dozen more things that could keep you sane. A good
woman and a nice hard fuck on long winter lights for
one...
    Wet heat steamed between my thighs. I
tightened my grip, ignoring the reluctant voice in my head.
    If this continued, I'd be hotter than hell
by the time we got into town. I worried.
    What if I got so hot I did something
terribly stupid? It was all too easy – especially with my fingers
resting only an inch from his