by EL Anders
Ever since Lukas had come back into my life, this had been almost familiar to me. The tug of his hot mouth on my breast, the delicious pleasure that ran from my nipples to the hot spot between my thighs. But this time it was different—because this time I let myself participate.
Instead of just sitting there, watching in horror as my big brother sucked my nipples, I let my hands creep up and carded my fingers through his thick black hair. For the first time I urged him on, moaning encouragement when he switched to my other breast. I could feel my pussy going liquid with desire and for once, I didn’t fight the feeling.
I have to give in, I told myself. Have to give him what he needs—what we both need—if I’m going to save him.
At last Lukas pulled back, his cheeks flushed. Already he looked a thousand times better—stronger—healthier. Yet I was aware that if I didn’t go further, if I didn’t finish this the way I should have the night before, he would quickly get ill again.
“Why, Lexie?” he whispered, looking at me intently. “Why did you come back? Was it just so I could ease the pressure in your breasts?”
“No, of course not.” I stroked his hair back from his high forehead. “My friend—the one I talked to on the phone the other day…”
“You mean the one who told you we really did come from the same mother?” he interrupted, frowning.
“Yes, her,” I said firmly. “But she told me something else. She said we weren’t really related—not on a genetic level.”
“I know,” he said calmly. “Because the male egg’s DNA mutates, making him completely different from the female or sister egg.”
“You knew?” I looked at him in disbelief. “Why in the world didn’t you tell me, Lukas?”
“Would it have mattered?” he demanded. “Is the genetic issue really what’s putting you off, Lexie? Because I don’t think it is.” He cupped my cheek and looked at me intently. “I think the real problem is that we were raised as brother and sister. And no matter what evidence you have to the contrary, you’re always going to think of me as your big brother…not your lover.”
I swallowed hard. He had a point. No matter how much I tried to tell myself differently, Lukas still felt like a brother to me. But this is the only way, I told myself desperately. And I want him. Want to save him. To be with him. To never let him go.
“Lukas,” I said quietly, lifting my chin. “Why can’t you be both?”
His eyebrows shot up and he looked at me in disbelief. “Think what you’re saying, Lexie. Do you honestly want to let your big brother fuck you? Not just once but night after night for years to come? To fill your pussy with his cock and cum in you? To make you pregnant?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks heating with a mixture of shame and desire. “Yes, Lukas, I…I think I do.”
“Thinking isn’t good enough,” he said stonily. “You have to prove it, Lexie.”
“Prove it? How?”
He sat back against the headboard again and opened his hands, clearly inviting me in. “I have what you need, little sister,” he murmured. “What we both need. But you’re going to have to come and get it.”
I studied the tent in his black sleep pants, the hard ridge of his cock pressed tight against the silky fabric, and bit my lip. Once again, Lukas was making me an active participant. He was forcing me to take part in this, to be an equal partner with him in what society had told us was wrong, unthinkable, disgusting.
How can you even consider this? whispered a voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like my mother. How can you even think of letting your own brother make love to you?
Because I love him, I thought, banishing the hateful little voice with the force of my emotion. And deep down, I think I always have.
“All right,” I said aloud. I reached for Lukas but he shook his head.
“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed for fucking, Lexie?”
Looking down, I realized I still had on the charcoal grey skirt and heels I’d thrown on before charging out of the house to find him. I was in such a state, I wasn’t even sure if I was wearing panties or not under it.
“Oh, right.” Blushing, I got off the bed and pushed the skirt down slowly, feeling Lukas’ eyes on me as my naked flesh was revealed. It turned out I was wearing panties—a lacy black bikini thong which barely covered my pussy lips. I started to take it off too but Lukas stopped me.
“No,” he murmured, putting out a hand to me. “Leave them on. We’re going to take it slow this time, sweetheart.”
“Okay…” My heart was bumping noisily against my ribs as I climbed back into the bed with him and straddled his hips.
“That’s good,” Lukas murmured, rubbing his big, warm hands over my bare arms and sides. “God, you’re beautiful, Lexie. I want you so much, it hurts.”
“I…I want you too,” I admitted softly. “But Lukas, I can’t help it. This…what we’re doing… still feels a little bit wrong to me.”
“I know,” he said gently. “We were raised as siblings. Believe me, part of me still thinks of you as my sweet little sister—the one I have to protect and cherish and care for. The idea of hurting you…touching you the wrong way…molesting you…” He shook his head. “That’s damn hard to put aside.”
It made me feel better to hear that he had some of the same reservations I did. “So…this feels strange to you, too?” I asked hesitantly as I settled into his lap.
We both moaned as my pussy lips came in contact with the thick ridge of his cock and I was very aware that only the lace of my panties and the thin fabric of his sleep pants divided us now. I could feel his heat against me and my body cried out for his, wanting to feel him inside me as well.
“It only feels strange mentally,” Lukas assured me, gently cupping my breasts. “Physically, it feels perfect. Perfectly right.”
“I know what you mean,” I murmured, pressing against him. “It does feel good. Maybe if we both close our eyes…”
“No.” Lukas frowned at me. “If we do this, Lexie, it’s for life. Didn’t your friend tell you that?”
I remembered Synthia’s words about how there was no separation or divorce on Breedlow. “Yes,” I said, nodding. “She did.”
“We can’t live our whole lives pretending we’re something we’re not,” Lukas told me. “We have to accept our relationship—embrace it. Did you know that on Breedlow the term for brother and lover is the same word—Arranamos. And for little sister and lover it’s the feminine form—Arranamas.”
“Arranamos.” I let the word roll off my tongue, tasting it, trying it out. “I like it but it’s kind of a mouthful,” I told Lukas.
“Because neither of us is a native speaker of the language.” For a moment he looked sad and I knew he was thinking of the life we would have had if we hadn’t been stolen away. The relationship that would have grown between us, untainted by Earth taboos or our mother’s disgust.
“What should I call you, then?” I asked, since the slippery Breedlow word seemed to be out.
“How about just big brother, like you did when we were little?” he suggested. “And I’ll call you little sister.”
“Even…” I cleared my throat. “Even when we’re having, uh, having sex? Breeding?” I could feel my cheeks heat as I spoke but I made myself say the words anyway. If this was what we were going to do, I needed to at least be able to talk about it.
“Especially then,” Lukas said softly. “I told you, Lexie, we need to embrace what we are to each other. Accept that we love each other as siblings as well as lovers.” He cupped my cheek. “I love you, little sister,” he murmured, looking into my eyes. “And I want to make love to you. Will you let me?”
“Oh, Lukas,” I whispered. “Yes, big brother. I…I want that. I want you to…to breed me.”
Lukas’ black eyes were suddenly half-lidded with lust. “There’s nothing I’d like better,” he murmured. “Come here, little sister. Let me touch your pussy.”
Biting my
lip, I inched closer, spreading my legs even wider for him. It felt wrong and right at the same time to let him push aside the lacy crotch of my blank panties and cup my bare pussy. I tried to concentrate on the right part—the good feeling it gave me to let my big brother spread my pussy lips open and touch me and not the guilt that wanted to rise as we broke what I knew was just a useless Earth taboo.
“It’s all right, Lexie,” Lukas murmured, his long fingers stroking gently inside my inner folds. “It’s all right to open yourself to me. All right to let your big brother slip his fingers into your soft little cunt and fingerfuck you.”
“God, Lukas!” I moaned. Unable to help myself, I shifted my hips, rubbing myself against his hand, riding his fingers as he thrust gently but deeply into me.
“Your cycle is still at its peak,” Lukas murmured, still stroking into my pussy. “You’re going to have pain again soon if you don’t let me come inside you.” He looked at me, his expression both tender and serious. “Can you do that, Lexie? Can you let your big brother fuck you and fill your sweet pussy with his cum?”
“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. “Yes, I…I think so. If we take it slowly.”
“Of course we can take it slow. I was too rough with you last time.” Lukas’s black eyes filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Lexie. I was just so angry and I wanted you so badly.”
“Well this time I want you back,” I murmured, bending to brush his lips lightly with my own. “So why don’t we try it again—pretend it’s the first time?”
Lukas gave me a slow smile. “I like that idea. Like it a lot.” Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and pushed down the black silk sleep pants, letting his cock spring free. “Come here, little sister. Come here and let me breed you.”
I got closer until I was straddling him, my open pussy right above his thick shaft. I remembered how Lukas had made me take it in my hand and put it in the night before. This time I needed no prompting from him.
Carefully, I took his heated shaft in my hand. It felt like a bar of hot iron encased in silk and for a moment I marveled at its heft and weight. Then I went to put him in me…and found my hand was shaking too much. God, was I really going to do this? Was I really going to put my big brother’s cock in my pussy of my own volition, without being forced? I wanted to—and my body needed me to—but still my past and my years of conditioning to believe that what we were doing was wrong rose up to stop me.
Lukas seemed to sense my inner conflict. “It’s all right, Lexie,” he murmured, stroking my arms. “I’ll put it in this time—if you want.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. “I…I guess maybe that would be a good idea.”
“Slowly, then,” he murmured, brushing my trembling fingers aside and taking himself in hand. “You have to help me a little bit, though, little sister. Spread your pussy lips wide for me—help guide me in.”
Reaching between my legs, I did as he said, opening my swollen pussy lips with shaking fingers, giving him a clear view of my inner cunt.
“Beautiful,” Lukas murmured as he stroked just the tip of his cock over my slippery folds. “You have the sweetest little pussy, Sis. God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“You…you promised you’d take it slow,” I reminded him breathlessly, unable to take my eyes away from the place where we were almost joined.
“And I will,” Lukas promised. He moved his shaft down, sliding the broad head over my clit and making me gasp. He circled me there for awhile, teasing me until he finally started sliding down again.
At last he came to rest, lodged just at the entrance of my cunt. I tensed myself to take him, ready to feel that thick shaft stretching my inner walls once more, but he didn’t move.
“Lukas?” I asked at last, looking at him uncertainly. “Aren’t you going to…going to breed me?”
“Yes, I am, Lexie,” he murmured. “I just want to be very clear before we start though—if I put myself inside you…if I breed you even one more time, there’s no going back. We’ll be bonded for life, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said but he must have heard some hesitation in my voice because he frowned.
“I’m not sure you do. Look down, Lexie—look between your legs.”
I did so obediently, uncertain of where he was going with this.
“That’s your big brother’s cock,” Lukas murmured to me, nudging me gently so that the wide head just barely breached my entrance. “Your big brother’s cock which is about to slide deep in your tight little pussy, Lexie. To fuck you. To come in you. And quite possibly to make you pregnant. Because that’s what breeding is all about—giving you a big belly.”
“It…it is?” I whispered.
Slowly, Lukas nodded. “Continuing the species is very important. That’s why you ache to have me in you and I ache to be there. It’s why only my cum deep inside you can sooth your pain. You need me, little sister. Need me as much as I need you. To fuck you, to fill your little cunt over and over with my seed. To breed you.”
“Oh,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks heat at his frank words.
Lukas cupped my cheek with his free hand and looked at me intently. “Here on Earth they call that incest,” he said softly. “And if we decide to stay here, we’ll have to deal with that taboo all our lives. Of course we’ll keep what we’re doing a secret but in the back of your mind there will always be the thought that the man you spread your pussy for, the man whose cock fills you every night, whose cum seeds your womb, is your own big brother. So I need to know, can you handle that?”
I bit my lip but didn’t pull away from him. The words he was using were painting a very graphic picture—he was giving me every chance to get away, I realized. Emphasizing the Earth taboo we’d been raised with, testing me to be sure I was willing to go through with this, to take him all the way in and let him try to make me pregnant.
Am I? I wondered, looking down again to where the head of his cock was poised to slip inside me. Can I really do this? Really live like this the rest of my life?
And then I thought of the alternative. Letting Lukas die. Going back to my cold, sterile, emotionless existence. Trying to pretend I was something I wasn’t every day of my life until I died too. That was no life—no way to live,
I did the only thing I could do. Brushing my big brother’s hand out of the way, I grasped his shaft again and pressed it up into me, accepting him in the most graphic and intimate way I could—showing him that I would stay by his side forever, no matter what.
“Oh, Lexie…” Lukas groaned softly as I spread my thighs and settled myself down, letting his thick cock sink deep into my pussy. “God, that feels so damn good.”
“Feels good to me too…big brother,” I whispered, finding the words a little easier to say this time.
We both moaned when he touched bottom inside me and I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I’d let him in—back when we were trying to determine how ready I was to be bred. I hadn’t known then what I knew now, had been trying to pretend that I didn’t think of Lukas as my brother. But this time I closed my eyes and opened myself, accepting our relationship for what it was.
Lukas was motionless within me, watching me when I finally opened my eyes. “What are you thinking?” he murmured, pulling out just an inch and thrusting gently back into me. “Tell me, Lexie—I want to know.”
I bit my lip but decided to answer him honestly. After all, there were no more physical barriers between us, the emotional ones needed to come down too.
“I…I’m thinking that I’m sitting here with my own big brother’s cock buried deep in my unprotected pussy,” I told him, moaning softly when he thrust up into me again. There’s nothing between us—no protection and I…I don’t want there to be any.”
“That’s good,” Lukas murmured. “Because it has to be bareback—there’s no other option, Lexie. Not when it comes to breeding.”
“I know,” I whispered. “That’s why I…
I’m going to let you fuck me, big brother. Bareback fuck me and…and fill me with your cum—over and over again as often as you need to. As often as I need you to.” I bit my lip, almost unable to continue.
“Go on,” Lukas urged, his hips rolling as he fucked me a little harder, a little deeper. “Finish, Lexie. Say what you need to say.”
“You’ll probably make me pregnant, big brother,” I told him, even as my own hips began to shift, catching his rhythm. “You’re fucking my unprotected pussy at the time I’m most fertile and I’m wide open for you. But that’s all right—it’s what I need. What we both need. So I’m willing to take that chance. Willing to spread my legs for you and let you fuck me anytime. Anytime at all.”
“God, Lexie, it’s so sexy to hear you say that,” Lukas groaned, his hips moving faster. “I love to hear you talk like that while I’m inside you.” His rhythm was getting faster, his thrusts into my pussy deeper and harder. “You feel so right around me, little sister,” he murmured, looking into my eyes. “So good—you’re a perfect fit.”
“That’s because we were made for each other…” I moaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him hard. “Literally,” I finished with a little gasp.
“That’s right.” Leaning forward, Lukas kissed me. “Are you close? I think I’m going to come.”
“I’m right behind you,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders. “Fuck me big brother, breed me hard.”
Lukas was more than willing to oblige. With a low groan, he redoubled his efforts, the broad head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of my womb with every thrust. “God, Lexie,” he groaned. “I’m so damn close…”
“Come in me,” I begged him. I could feel his shaft swelling and I was certain the feeling of his hot seed spurting inside me would bring on my own orgasm. “Please, big brother—fill me up with your cum.”
With a gasp that sounded like my name, Lukas pulled me close and thrust up as hard as he could. We both moaned as he swelled inside me and then spurt after hot spurt of cum shot deep into my pussy, bathing my womb with his seed. Making me his—marking me as his mate forever.
