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

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

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  Big Brother's Breeding Dance

  By Nicole Snow

  Content copyright 2013 Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.

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  Disclaimer: The following ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is only coincidental.

  All individuals depicted in this work are adults over the age of eighteen years old. None of the characters in this story are blood related.

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  A VIRGIN'S LAST DANCE...

  Stacy's hungry eyes have watched her handsome older brother forever. But she wants to do more than roam her step-brother's body with carnal looks, and the town's summer dance presents the perfect opportunity for more...

  Jack's little sister blossomed into a beautiful woman while he was away at college. He's eager to dance on one condition: Stacey must do absolutely anything he wants after their night on the dance floor ends. No exceptions.

  It sounds like a bargain, but sweet virgin Stacey has no idea her brother likes to romp hard, bareback, and always comes deep inside his lovers – especially when they're young and fertile!

  Warning: This story features taboo breeding sex, Brother-Sister love, and explicit language.

  Word count: 11,000+ words.

  I: A Date, a Dance, and a Demand

  I stood at the edge of his room, my palms flat against the cool wall for support. My disbelief melted before my eyes as I watched him sleeping.

  Wow. It wasn't just my imagination – he really looked like a Greek God up close!

  Jack's chest rose and fell in the soft moonlight seeping through his blinds. I rolled one hand along my lower belly. My thin gown cinched between my legs, feeling marvelously hot and thick.

  Lust steamed through my veins like dense smoke. My lips became an O, a passage for a silent moan.

  If it weren't for the tight gray boxers hugging his hips, I would've seen every inch of my big brother in all his glory.

  But I wasn't dissatisfied. No sir.

  I'd never been a greedy little girl. I thanked the heavens for everything I got, and that went double for smoking hot glimpses of big brother.

  My eyes wandered across his rigid torso, studying the hard physique he'd carved through High School and college.

  The buff boy who'd left us four years ago to move across the state line for engineering school had returned a man. And what a man!

  A familiar heat pulsed between my thighs. I closed them together, mirroring the taut muscles throughout the rest of my body, gingerly chewing my lip as Jack slept on.

  I wonder if he's dreaming about sex?

  Seeing the hard ridge beneath its gray sheath brought forward all sorts of naughty questions. Then again, from what little I knew about men, I'd heard they sometimes get erect at night, no matter how bland their dreams.

  My heartbeat thundered beneath my ribs. The gentle, steady tempo vibrated across my whole body, lighting my blood on fire.

  I moved with the flames. When I looked down again, swooning lightly, I'd taken two steps into his bedroom without thinking.

  Danger, lust, and a little dash of shame crashed inside me like a train going off its rails.

  My vision temporarily blurred. Staring at my older brother's gorgeous body for too long was just as hard as gazing at the sun.

  This is crazy, Stacey, a little voice said inside me. You have to back away from him.

  Right now! Before you do something really stupid...

  And my brain wasn't running on anything but stupid. The ache in my sopping wet core spread through my legs, begging them to take another step forward, to slide into bed with him.

  If he didn't wake up, I'd take his waistband and yank it to his thighs, revealing his last beautiful secret and making it all mine.

  Mine, mine, mine! I practically felt him clasped in my small fingers already...

  Hot. Thick. Full of promises.

  “No,” I mouthed. My reason regained the upper hand, turning my legs like a reluctant ship.

  My right foot fell on the crack at the entrance to his room. Behind me, he stirred.

  I came to a dead stop. Jack's body arched as he groaned and stretched, repositioning his handsome bulk in his sleep.

  My blood went cold. I held my breath as long as I could, terrified that he'd wake up and find me in his room, staring with a hunger a man like him couldn't mistake for anything innocent.

  Shit, shit, shit! Oh, please let me get out of here...I'll never do this again. I promise.

  The white lie I told myself worked. Jack's heavy, slow breathing resumed behind me.

  I twisted my neck to look at him one last time before I tip-toed away from his room. Yes, it was worth it. I'd nearly paid the ultimate price for feasting with my eyes.

  But how could I regret anything? How could I forget about the lean strength concentrated in his toned limbs, and that virile bulge in his boxers...

  Back in my room, I crashed into bed. My veins were still simmering, caressed by the adrenaline storm coursing through me.

  I lifted my ass and tore my panties to my knees. My long fingers went to work immediately, searching for my clit and racing wet laps around it, recalling my brother's beauty imprinted on my mind.

  True, I was a virgin to everything except my own hands, but I knew my way around my own body.

  I shoved the corner of my pillow into my mouth and gnawed hard as pleasure exploded inside me. The fireball started in my stomach and burst like a dam overflowing, radiating outward, covering me in its sticky hot bliss.

  I screamed, keeping my volume as low as I could. My room was across from Jack's and right next to Mom and Dad's.

  I had to keep control, even through the ecstasy roiling my blood. Waking my parents by masturbating would be bad enough, but having Jack burst into my room looking for prowlers would've been a death sentence.

  Slowly, my breathing became less ragged, and the shrillness stopped. Exhausted, I collapsed, grabbing a fistful of tissues on my nightstand to blot the excess wetness off my hands.

  All I wanted to do was go to sleep, but a familiar voice haunted me in the darkness, tormenting me with its doubts until exhaustion blackened everything.

  You're eighteen, a High School grad, and a virgin. What's wrong with this picture?

  How many girls had Jack fucked when he was your age? Christ, how many did he drag to his dorm room and ravage underneath his roommate's nose?

  Let's say more than a dozen. That seems fair for a hard-as-nails alpha with an appetite he never tries to hide. And that's all you need to know about why he'll never want a soft, inexperienced, plain little sister like you...

  “Any leads, my boy? I hear Crawford's son is working for a big operation a couple towns over. Would you like me to introduce you?” Dad asked between sips of orange juice.

  Breakfast time, and all our eyes were on Jack. He calmly chewed his eggs and sausage, answering only when he was good and ready.

  “That plac
e? Really, Dad? I met Mister Declane when he came around to my school for recruiting. Nice guy, but he's getting his ass kicked in the business for a good reason.” Jack grabbed an invisible bottle and took gulps.

  “Jack!” Mom exclaimed.

  I just giggled. No matter how much he matured, Jack hadn't let go of his uncanny ability to mix comedy and truth.

  Dad winced. “I really had no idea. Well, perhaps you'd better tune up the truck and go on a few interviews next week.”

  “Thanks. I'll do that, but I'm taking the motorcycle. Same as I always do.”

  Dad gave him a disapproving stare. Jack smiled firmly. He respected the man his mother had re-married, but there had always been a quiet tension between them.

  Some days, I had to remind myself that Jack was my step-brother. He'd been a part of my life as long as I could remember.

  I guess not being blood related made me feel a little better about my taboo desires. But only to a point...

  “I want to go riding before you get a job, Jack.” I stabbed a sausage link and poked the tip into my mouth.

  Mom narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. Jack looked at me and raised his chin, a bemused look on his face.

  “You really think you can handle it, little Sis? This isn't like the scooter I had before I left, you know.”

  “Oh, I know, Brother. I'm ready to feel it purring between my legs.” I blushed.

  “I don't think you'll be feeling anything, young lady.” Dad turned his dark eyes on me. “Those things are dangerous. Takes big guys like your brother months to learn how to ride them well.”

  “Oh, come on. I haven't even found a date for the big August dance...don't I deserve a little excitement?”

  “You do, honey. But that's the kind you should be focusing on. Not gallivanting away with Jack to the dirty oil fields.”

  “They're not that dirty, Mom.” Jack smiled, flashing his perfect white teeth. “And what's all this about the dance?”

  “Same one you used to attend here in Willingston,” Dad said, pushing one last bite of food into his mouth. “We don't have those disco clubs and lounges like you had in the city.”

  Jack flattened his hands on the table and chuckled. “Ah, Dad. I never even stepped foot into those places. The city girls didn't really appeal to me.”

  “Hm, I'll bet,” Mom said, her voice dripping with disbelief. “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 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 s
oothed 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.