Big Brother's Breeding Dance (Virgin Sister Impregnation Sex) (3 page)

Jack smiled uneasily as she leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek. I sat across from him, never breaking our
gaze, surprised that he kept his eyes trained on me amid all the
attention.

“
Special days like this
only come every so often,” Dad said. He stood up and walked over to
the cupboard next to the stove, the place where he secured his
liquor.

He poured three shots of whiskey and divided
them between the three adults who could legally drink. Not to leave
me out, he filled a mug of coffee and pushed it into my eager
palms.

Special day? Oh, you have no idea, Dad.
Jack's job offer alone makes it one hell of a day. But tonight,
he's all mine...

“
Congratulations, Jack,” I
whispered. “Any big plans?”

Jack downed his glass and I laughed as his
eyes widened. He let out a loud whoop.

I laughed first, but soon everyone helped
fill the dining room with laughs that bounced off the balls and
echoed from the ceiling.

“
Just a night out on the
town with my favorite girl. I think that's reward
enough.”

Mom and Dad looked at each other, their
faces glowing with rare family perfection. A small, guilty pang
shot through my system, but only for a second.

My big brother was still looking at me like
a hungry lion. I closed my eyes for several seconds, gathering the
strength I needed to resist throwing myself on him for one more
day.

Less than twenty four hours to go. You can
do it.

The week hadn't been as bad as I expected. I
threw myself into long neglected chores for a useful distraction.
Meanwhile, Jack was busy forcing himself into his new position,
frequenting town and drinking with the hiring supervisor until they
couldn't refuse.

It had obviously worked. He'd gotten the
call late last evening, and instantly negotiated himself a higher
starting salary.

“
May I be excused? I know
it's early, but I'd really like to make sure everything's good with
my dress.”

The dress!

Prepping and getting ready would let me keep
my senses for a few more hours. I nodded shyly at Jack and slipped
past them, listening to Mom titter about how crazy successful and
rich Jack was going to be someday.

I'd picked out a short, black outfit with
lace around the edges. “Cocoa Summer,” the tag read.

I smiled, imagining it would more than live
up to its name if it made me irresistible. It was just on the
proper side of something a gentleman like Dad wouldn't complain
about, but hot enough to attract hungry eyes.

Not that I wanted stares from anyone else. I
only wanted Jack's gaze fixed on me, watching every bob and sway of
my breasts, my hips, straight to my sleek calves.

Tonight, there wouldn't be any backing out
for either of us. I made sure of it.

Birth control was the one thing I hadn't
managed to take care of. Pills, patches, and shots were incredibly
hard to come by in North Dakota, especially for young women.

I'd also spent far too much of my money on
the dress and matching lingerie I wore beneath it to pay for a
doctor's visit. Worse, Mom and Dad would find out about any trip to
the clinic, seeing as I was stuck on their less-than-optimal
insurance.

Hope he's okay using condoms.

I dressed up and twirled around in the
mirror. I wrinkled my nose once, unable to stop my smile. I really
didn't care what Jack wanted or how he intended to do it – just as
long as I got to run my hands, tongue, and quivering flesh all over
his perfect body.

With nothing left to do, I took off the
dress and nested in bed for a quick nap. Smiling, I knew it would
be the last time I ever dreamed about him as an ignorant
virgin.

“
God damn! Is that Stacey
Tessier?”

“
No...it is her! My, that
woman's filled out since Junior year. Is she going to college next
month? Anybody know?”

I beamed, my arm hooked around Jack's as we
quick stepped toward the spacious dance floor. Neon lights and
colorful sparkles whirled around us, illuminating the young couples
who'd already taken the floor.

“
That bitch! I didn't
think she had a boyfriend,” a shrill voice I vaguely recognized
said. “And not one who looked like that!”

“
Good job, big brother,” I
whispered, leaning in so close I could've bitten his earlobe.
“You've made everybody jealous.”

“
Not until we get out
there and shake it, Sis.” He lowered his voice when he said
Sis.

We barely hid our taboo secret. The thrill
of someone realizing we were more than random lovers heightened our
excitement. Even so, we didn't want to paint targets on ourselves
for gossip and ridicule.

Bundles of nerves throughout my body went
wild. I sensed fire rising up inside me, pleasurable heat oozing
through every pore – but it was nothing compared to what I felt
when we crossed into the starry chaos beneath the lights.

Bodies bumped, ground, and shook.
Half-drunken older guys and gals slithered across the floor in
bawdy enjoyment. A couple ladies toppled over whenever the rock
music reached its soaring crescendo, laughing wildly as their
boyfriends pulled them back on their feet.

The Farewell Summer dance had sure changed a
lot since our parent's day.

Jack held me close and protected me from
stumbling dancers, clasping me tight whenever a flying body came
too close. Halfway through the third song, I was panting, happy
exertion tempering my lust.

Fit and healthy, I had no problem working my
body for hours. But keeping up with my athletic older brother
wasn't easy.

I gritted my teeth and tried, sweating as
our bodies collided. When I couldn't keep my feet tapping anymore
through the throbbing bass, I threw my arms around his neck, gently
raking the skin just beneath his collar.

“
You're ready to play
harder, huh? Hold on tight, little Sis. Let me do all the
work.”

Powerful hands clasped my ass. I gasped in
surprise and he tugged me closer than before.

I tightened my legs around him, just as he
asked, and then we started to spiral, following the more
adventurous couples in a figure-eight across the whole dance
floor.

Everything splintered beautifully. The music
came apart.

The neon glitter became soft stars, haunted
in small sections by the piercing eyes of jealous young women
watching us. Some of them used to be my friends.

But not now. I didn't need them.

I didn't need anyone except the man who held
me tight, swinging me around and pressing his lips into my neck.
Ferocious heat welled up between my legs, hit my brain, and
exploded.

I moaned loudly, thankful the song we danced
to was so loud. One steady beat continued into the next, and big
brother showed no signs of slowing.

He only paused to kiss me a little more,
pulling my lower lip into his mouth, nipping and licking and
letting his energy drive me absolutely fucking wild.

“
Are you feeling it yet,
little Sis?” He stopped, letting the couples continue their wild
orbits around us.

My eyes narrowed.
You know damn well I do.

His eyes were brighter
than I'd ever seen them, even in the dance hall darkness. I saw a
new look shrouding his face, but it was one I understood
instinctively, a feral gaze that said,
Once I fuck you, I will never let you go. Never, ever, ever.
You belong to me now.

“
What do you say we get
out of here?” I cooed, splaying my legs wider and grinding into
him.

He closed his eyes and stiffened with
pleasure. I felt his ridge rising beneath his neat trousers, a wild
thing too civilized to stay put in dress pants forever.

“
But we've only been going
for a couple hours. I thought you wanted to dance the night away?”
He quirked one eyebrow and his lips curled – a wicked
tease!

“
I don't care about that,
Brother. Yes, I do want to dance all night...but this isn't the
kind of dance that's nipping at my brain just now.” I opened one
hand, letting my fingernails graze along his neck.

Goosebumps sizzled on his flesh, quickly
mirrored on mine. His hands tightened on my ass.

“
Okay,” he said suddenly.
“Grab my hand and follow me.”

We darted off the dance floor, pushed our
way through the crowd, and headed for the bright lit EXIT sign at
record speed.

“
Hey, Stace!” I turned
toward the voice and saw a scarecrow in a suit.

Damn it. I should've known Tommy would be
here, and ready to pester me right before we'd made it outside. I
smiled through my irritation, but hung onto my civility.

The young man had never done me any wrong.
But he had to understand that I wasn't interested, that he'd never,
ever get a piece of me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but big brother
tugged me forward. Tommy's mouth fell in awe as he saw a big hand
yanking me into his arms.

Jack caught my old
schoolmate's eye and bared his teeth. He pressed me tight to his
chest, cupping both hands on my ass, a fierce warning to every
other man that this woman had been claimed as
his.

Sorry Tommy,
I thought.
Get a good
look at a real man's hands on my ass. It's not for you, but you'll
grow up one day and find someone...

Jack's legs pivoted, twirling me toward the
cool night air, and we were off. My heels wouldn't let me walk fast
enough for his liking through the parking lot.

He jerked me up in his arms and carried me
the rest of the way to Dad's truck. As soon as we were inside, I
grabbed for his collar, fully possessed by runaway desire.

“
Where can we go, Jack? I
need you somewhere private. I need you right now.”

He smiled, hiding the terrible hunger in his
eyes. “Hang on. I know a place, but you'll have to stay patient for
just a few more minutes. Trust me, the wait will be worth it,
little Sis.”

I zoned out, trying to control the fever
raging inside me, as we sped along the country roads. When we
turned into our parent's farm, I looked up in confusion.

“
Here? What the hell? This
isn't private at all...”

“
I know what I'm doing,”
he snapped. “Just close your mouth and let me lead.”

Underscoring his age, experience, and wild
dominion he had over me, he reached to my left thigh and pressed
his fingers tight. I moaned, my eyes rolling like smooth
marbles.

He parked the truck and came around to my
side. Soon, I was in his arms, but we weren't heading toward the
house.

The little detached guest house hadn't been
used for years. Not since my Uncle Paul came to visit from
Wyoming.

“
Holy shit!” I whispered
in the darkness as we climbed on its cement porch. “How did you get
the keys?”

“
Knowing where Dad keeps
them helps,” he said. “I checked the place earlier today to make
sure it wasn't crawling with spiders. I had a replacement made and
stuffed it back in Dad's box. They'll never know we're out here,
little Sis. Go on in and get ready for me.”

I shivered and pushed my way into the dark
single room space. The center was dominated by an old iron bed that
squeaked loudly despite the plush mattress.

Jack stepped in and I listened to the single
lock click behind him. He switched on the dim lamp. Our shadows
flew to the walls, tense and breathing just as heavily as our
bodies.

“
What do you want,
Brother? What are you going to do to me?” My words sounded distant
and distorted, unsettled by the powerful throb in my
veins.

“
First thing's first.
Let's get you out of that pretty little dress. I've been wondering
what's underneath it the whole night.”

He scooped me off the bed and clawed at my
dress straps. I yelped, begging him to be careful, but I wasn't
dealing with my careful and caring big brother anymore.

He'd become a wolf in man's clothing,
tearing at my fabric as he shoved my neat dress to the floor. When
I was down to my black bra and panties, he pushed me onto the
mattress.

I fell and instantly sensed his weight on
top of me, wedged between my legs, heavy and pointed with
desire.

We stared at each other, panting lightly,
brother and sister about to become lovers. Or maybe soul mates, if
his eyes were any indication.

I want to devour
you,
they seemed to say.
Spread your legs and give up all your virgin
treasure, little Sis.

“
I hope you didn't expect
this to be all soft kisses and caresses. That isn't real sex,
Stacey,” he growled, reaching behind me to unhook my
bra.

“
Real sex is like a storm.
And now, you're gonna make way for Hurricane Jack. I'm going to
whip you against this mattress and flood my way inside you. And
you're going to like it because you agreed to give me
anything
.”

I moaned. Just what the hell had I gotten
myself into?

My bra popped off in a single flick of his
hands. He threw it over his shoulder and started to massage my
nipples, planting his hands hard on my breasts and letting the
pinkish tips rise between the gaps in his fingers.

And his fingers tightened, drawing closer
together, pinching me until a dozen carnal waves tore through my
system.

I arched my back and felt my breath hit a
wall in my throat. I flushed like never before, pushing deeper into
his hands.