Big Brother's Breeding Dance (Virgin Sister Impregnation Sex) (2 page)

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 belt-line, and a couple more from his
crotch.

It took every fiber of my girlish discipline
to refrain from sweeping my hands lower. Once, when the bike
lurched to a lower speed as we reached the town center, my face
fell against his neck.

My lips touched his skin, and I held them
there in shock. God, his skin tasted divine against my lips,
natural and smooth as cool peppermint.

“
Careful, Sis. You might
get stuck to me if you stay like that,” he said with a
laugh.

I murmured an apology and pulled away. We
parked along a side street.

I watched carefully as he guided the
motorcycle between two large trucks – one of its many advantages at
such a small size. Thankfully, our town was too small to bother
with meters too.

Willingston's main stretch only comprised a
few blocks of offices, small restaurants, and bars. Everything had
been built for an older age, when people walked everywhere.

“
What's the matter? You
look flushed.” He cocked his head, no doubt amused as the unruly
heat continued surging inside me.

“
I'll be fine. It's just
this summer heat. Thank God we don't have humidity too.” I smiled
and fidgeted nervously.

“
Well, there's the Red
Robin over there, if you'd like to chill out and get something cool
to drink. I'll join you soon. There's an office for McCranston's
Rigs not far from here. I'd like to stick my head in and say hello.
They can't find their best engineering candidate if they don't know
him yet.”

I rolled my eyes and wished him luck. Jack's
arrogance had infuriated the family too many times to count over
the years, but to me, it only deepened the attraction.

I nodded and we parted ways. The Red Robin's
calm atmosphere soothed my frayed emotions, and the blended coffee
drinks with ice were a real treat on a day like this.

Tommy took my order. We made small talk,
keeping it mindless and polite, all I was really interested in with
him.

I watched his hips move as he bent near the
counter to work the blender, melding ice, coffee, and syrup
together into fluid sweetness. He was as skinny as I remembered,
and just as disappointing.

“
Great to see you again,
Stace,” he said, handing me my change. “Say, you got a date yet for
the Farewell Summer dance?”

“
Sure do. He's an older
guy who hasn't been to the dance for a few years.”

Tommy's brow furrowed. The coins clinked in
my hand and he nodded nicely one last time before turning back to
man his station.

Jesus, is that the smoothest lie I've ever
told? If only it matched up to reality...

I sipped my beverage in silence for about an
hour. The door flung open and the chimes chirped as Jack
entered.

He picked up a plain black coffee and sat
across from me. I watched him lean back, stretching his arms tight
over his head, remembering the way I'd watched him the night
before.

“
Well, how did it go?” I
asked.

“
Showed the older dude
there my resume as soon as I saw the hiring advert on the wall for
engineers. We talked a little while and he seemed interested. Guess
we'll find out in a few days. I'm gonna do everything I can to
speed things along.”

“
You'll do great, Brother.
I just know you will.”

He gave me a thin smile and sipped his
coffee. I knew unease lurked beneath his confident mask.

He hadn't wanted to come back to North
Dakota after school, but none of his engineering skills matched up
with the positions around the city.

The oil fields were his best bet, hungry for
skilled labor as their boom time ballooned. I knew better than to
probe his feelings. Like a real man, Jack held his cards close to
his chest, quietly carrying his woes on his shoulders like my
father.

“
So, how about that dance?
Looks pretty sparse in here to find any cute guys today.” He smiled
wickedly, eying me for new red flushes.

He loved to tease, rattle, and make me
blush. But not this time.

“
I think I've got that
figured out,” I said, gathering all my confidence for one final
push. “Why don't you take me, Jack? You know how much you like the
attention. The other girls won't take their eyes off us when they
see who I've snagged.”

His smile withered. My heart began to race,
and I momentarily wondered if my brain had been scrambled by heat
stroke on the way into town.

“
Are you seriously asking
me to the dance?”

“
Yes,” I said, my tone
more sheepish than before. “Why not? You've been gone for so long
that we won't get any weird looks. Maybe I want to dance with a guy
who knows exactly what he's doing on the floor. Those skinny little
boys from class don't interest me.”

“
Yeah, nor should they.”
He laughed, so low and soft it sounded like a growl. “Okay, Sis.
We'll consider it a date.”

I beamed. I reached over for his hand,
trying to caress him as his sweet sister, and not the wanton slut
his touch dared me to become.

“
On one condition,” he
added, his fingers wrapping tight around mine. “I've been noticing
the way you've grown up since I was away. You're cute, Stacey.
Really fucking cute.”

I gasped and held it, all my senses alive
and whirling.

Holy shit. Is this really happening?

“
We'll dance the night
away, but then you'll do something special for me afterward. And by
something, I mean
anything.
It's been too long since I went out with a girl
who really appreciates me. And you, little Sis, know exactly who I
am beneath all the hard muscle. I want a tender little girl who
knows what's good for her by following my lead.”

I shivered. My teeth involuntarily plucked
at my bottom lip.

I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them
again. The air conditioning probably drove the temperature down to
sixty degrees where we sat, but sweat lined my forehead.

“
I...I can do that. I
never knew you felt so strongly, Brother.”

Christ. Do you even know what you're saying?
What he's saying?

I didn't know. I said a quick prayer that I
wasn't hallucinating.

He squeezed my hand again and the world grew
brighter. Reality restored. We locked eyes and stared at each other
in silence, almost for a full minute.

“
I don't have to spell it
out. You're a smart girl, Stacey. You already know exactly what I
want.” He wore a hard mask, a determined warrior's eyes set in
stone flesh.

“
But...where's this coming
from? Why so sudden?” I knew I should shut up and enjoy it, but
curiosity forced me to ask.

“
My time in the city
wasn't all it was cracked up to be. School was awesome, yeah, but
the women were shallow. They were good with their tongues and great
at hopping from one guy to the next. A little
too
experienced and uninterested, if
you know what I mean. They fucked like men, and I don't want
another man in my bed.”

His words summoned a full blush to my
cheeks. I squeezed, linking us together tighter, smiling back at
his pleasurable expression as he followed the red betrayal on my
skin.

“
It's okay, little Sis.
You really think I didn't notice the way you looked at me every
time I came home for Christmas break or for a summer stay? I saw
it, I liked it, and now I want what only you can give me. I want
a
virgin
in my
bed, Stacey. Not another meaningless whore.”

My lips opened and solidified in silence. I
didn't know what to say.

My darkest fantasies were finally, finally
coming...true? Or was this all a mad hallucination?

I keep asking that, I know. But there's only
one way to be sure...

With my free hand, I reached beneath the
table and pinched my thigh. I winced from the pain, but didn't wake
up.

Holy shit!

Big brother's hand tightened on mine and
pulled. I rose with him, following him out the door.

If he wanted to take me right there, without
bothering with the dance, I would've given up everything.

We settled on the motorcycle without another
word and he started it up. I eyed every flat field on the way home,
wondering if he'd bring us to a screeching halt, tear at my
clothes, and savage me on the cool earth.

As soon as we were onto the dusty home
stretch, I pushed my lust aside, momentarily distracted by looking
for Dad. I smiled happily when I saw his truck was gone, and Mom
with him.

Then it hit me.

Oh, no. My brother, my love, just confessed
everything. And now we're going to be together. Alone.

My sex pulsed like someone had taken a
hammer to my flesh from the inside out. Soft, wet, and achingly
ready, I wanted him.

Desire replaced my blood and brain, turning
me to a sticky mess of hot jelly in a girl's shape.

I was still sitting on the bike after the
engine ceased and he climbed off. Jack walked several paces,
realized I wasn't behind him, and then spun around and looked at
me.

“
What's up, Sis? Better
get off and freshen up before they come home.”

“
That's all you have to
say?” I asked, finally swinging one stiff leg over it, onto the
ground. “We might be alone for hours, Jack. Don't you want
to...?”

I couldn't say it. The words stuck in my
throat.

He came close to me, wrapped his hands
around my back, and pulled me into his chest. Whimpering, I laid my
cheek on his breast, relishing the incredible power coiled against
me.

“
Not yet. Anticipation is
part of the game, little Sis. But for you, a small
taste.”

His hand crawled along my face, sweeping a
stray lock of hair behind my ear. I was too shaken, deep in my own
breathing, to notice him leaning in until he was right on top of
me.

We kissed. Fireworks exploded in my belly,
and then dashed much lower.

I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms
tighter, hands clawing at his back. But he held steady, kissing me
like a conqueror, an owner.

His strong tongue flicked out, smoothing
itself against my lips, before disappearing just as quickly.

“
Oh. Oh, Jack. I want you
so bad,” I groaned, shifting my hips into him.

His breathing caught – the masculine double
of my feminine moan. But his hands clamped around my shoulders and
nudged me away, like a giant easily toying with a peasant girl.

“
Not now, Sis. Just wait
until dance night. You'll get everything you want, but it may not
be as slow and sweet as you're expecting.” A slow, harsh smile
crept along his face. “Remember, you agreed to
anything
if I take you to this
thing.”

But that was before you told me how much you
like me...

He turned and walked away, leaving me alone
with my thoughts, my fire. I wondered what he meant as I began the
long trek upstairs to my room.

I had to take care of this brutal throb
between my legs. I'd never pleasured myself so fast and efficiently
before, pinching my clit and nearly taking my virginity with my
fluttering, sticky fingers.

Is this what he's talking about? I can
handle fast and rough. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the
world.

Or is Jack into something much darker?

Afterward, I straightened my clothes and
shuddered. I had about a week to find out, and I had no earthly
idea how I'd resist him until then.

“
Congratulations, honey!”
Mom slapped her son on his broad shoulders. “You've found a job
faster than anyone I know.”