by EL Anders
As I had thought, his orgasm triggered my own. I felt my inner muscles clench like a fist around his shaft, pulling him deeper into me, milking him to get every last drop of his cum deep in my pussy. Pleasure washed over me as well as a sense of completion and peace. What we had done would doubtless be considered wrong and sick by most people but for us, it was perfectly right. I felt like I was finally coming home.
Afterwards, we leaned our foreheads together, panting. Despite his orgasm Lukas was still hard inside me. I understood instinctively that he would stay hard for a long time…and that his shaft wouldn’t leave my pussy until it finally went down.
The prospect didn’t bother me in the least. Now that I had accepted our relationship, I was more than happy to remain in bed with him, feeling his shaft rock in a slow, comforting motion deep in my pussy as we held each other.
“That was amazing,” I told him. “More than amazing…incredible.” I looked at him shyly. “I…I never knew I could have feelings like this for my big brother.”
“I know,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “It’s strange, isn’t it? After being raised the way we were, to find a whole new aspect to our relationship.”
“So you feel the same way…about me?” I asked softly.
Lukas frowned. “You know I do, Lexie. The feelings I have for you…” He shook his head. “They’re so vast, so varied, it’s almost impossible to name them all. I want to hold you when you’re sad, protect you when you’re in danger, provide for you when you’re in need. And most of all, I want to love you forever.”
“Oh Lukas,” I whispered, leaning close to him so that the sensitive tips of my nipples brushed his broad chest. “That’s so…I don’t even have words for how that makes me feel. I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say you love me, little sister,” he murmured, brushing my lips with his. “That’s all I need to hear.”
“I do.” I looked into his eyes, letting him know how I truly felt. “I do love you, big brother.”
“Lexie…”Lukas gave me another kiss. I felt him swelling inside me once more and knew it was time for another session of breeding.
“I love you, big brother,” I whispered again, opening my thighs wider for him, wanting him even more deeply inside me. “I think I always have. And now I know I always will.”
The End
About the Author: E.L. Anders is a pseudonym for a well known romance author who wanted to explore darker territory. She noticed the new genre of pseudo-incest books growing online but also noted that most of them have very little plot. E. L. wanted to explore the pseudo big brother/little sister relationship in more depth while still retaining the hot, forbidden aspect of the relationship which is what she has attempted to do with this book. If you favor this particular genre, look for more books by E.L. Anders in the near future.
