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Afterthe first month or so, things began to change.No, not things—Delilah.Mylittle sister started to change.
Itstarted with the things she wore when she came to my bed at night.
Tobegin with, she’d always slept in a long cotton t-shirt.Shelooked sexy in it—because, let’s face it, she’d look sexy in fucking anything.Butit wasn’t tight or revealing.
Thenthings changed.Onenight, a little after a month since my little sister had moved in with me, she wore a different kind of nightshirt—one made of some kind of thin, silky material which clung to her curves enticingly.Thewhite fabric was almost see-through—Icould clearly see the tight points of her nipples and the rings of her areolas pressing against it.Itwas short too—it didn’t even cover the little white lace panties she had on which were basically just a tiny triangle that barely covered her mound.
“Cole, canIsleep with you?” she asked, already coming into the room as she spoke.
“I…uh…”Ijust stared at her, not able to articulate my thoughts for a moment.
Herlong, curly hair was flowing down her back and her full tits jiggled with every step she took.I’vealways been a breast man—Ican’t seem to fucking help myself.AndDelilah’stits were big and full and natural.Idon’t like implants—Inever have.Itwas clear from the way her breasts swayed that they were all natural.Imean, not likeIwould have expected my innocent little sister to have breast augmentation—I’mjust saying whatInoticed…and how muchIliked it.
“Delilah,Idon’t know…”Ifinally got out, but she completely ignored me.
“Thanks, big brother,” she said and slid under the covers with me, pressing those full, gorgeous breasts against my side as she pillowed her head on my chest.
Itried my hardest to ignore the feeling of her pressed against me, but that nightIcouldn’t make it until morning.ItoldDelilahIhad to take a piss, and thenIslipped into the bathroom and jerked off, once again tryingnotto think of howIcould see her ripe, juicy nipples practically poking holes in the thin white fabric of her sleep shirt.
WhenIgot back to my bedroom—I’dhad to jerk off twice to try and ease the tensionIwas feeling—Ifound my little sister asleep.Shewas sprawled out on the bed on her back and somehow the thin white shirt had gotten pulled up so that one of her full breasts was exposed.
Ijust stood there and looked at her, getting a forbidden look at her naked breast and the long stretch of tanned abdomen that led to the little mound of her pussy.Thepanties she had on were so tinyIcould see the little patch of neatly trimmed curls at the top of her mound and the white lace clung to her plump pussy lips lovingly.
Idon’t know how longIstood there, just staring at her.IknewIshouldn’t look, butIcouldn’t tear my eyes away.Herbreasts looked just the right size to fit in my hands—even though my hands are really big.Andher little pussy looked so sweet and hot—sokissable.
I’vealways loved going down on a woman—Ilove the soft moans and cries she makes when you’re doing it right…love the taste of hot, wet pussy and the feeling of juicy, thick thighs wrapped around the sides of my head when she really gets into it.Iespecially love feeling her come on my tongue.
BeforeIcould stop myself,Ifound myself picturing all those things, withDelilahplaying the staring role in the perverted porno in my head.
Iimagined myself leaning down to kiss that soft little patch of curls and rub my cheek against her mound.Shewould moan sleepily and spread her thighs wider, welcoming me in, even though she was still asleep.Iwould trace the slit of her pussy lips, right through the thin lace panties and find the hot little button of her clit.Shewould moan in her sleep asItouched her andIwould watch as the lacy fabric got wet as she spilled her juices for me whenIstroked her aching little bud.
Aftera while,Iwould slip the panties off her hips and she would spread her thighs for me again—wider this time.Theplump outer lips of her pussy would open to reveal her slippery inner folds and her throbbing clit.Iwould part her even further with my thumbs and bend down to taste her honey—lapping long and slow over her open cunt as she moaned my name and tugged at my hair, awake at last and more than happy to find her own big brother eating her pussy.
Itwas this last part that finally snapped me out of my disgusting, perverted fantasy.Whatwould my innocent little sister do if she woke up and found me staring at her body when she was so vulnerable?She’dfeel hurt—betrayed—shocked and horrified.Iwas certain of that.
Feelinglike a slimy pervert,Ileaned over the bed and tugged her shirt down, covering her bare breast andattemptingto cover the lacy white panties as well.Unfortunately, the shirt was too short.Itwouldn’t cover the lacy white panties no matter how muchItried.
Andthen my attempts to cover her woke up my little sister.
“Cole?”Sheblinked at me sleepily. “What’sgoing on?”
“Oh, uh…”Idrew my hand back hurriedly, as thoughI’dbeen burned. “Your, uh, shirt got pulled up.Iwas trying to cover you,”Isaid, hoping she’d believe me.
“Oh, really?”Delilahdidn’t seem upset.Shelooked down at herself and seemed to realize that her lace panties were riding low, showing the little patch of curls on her mound. “Oops!” she exclaimed.Shepulled at the sides of her panties and tugged them up…which only made the situation worse.
Howcould pulling the panties up make thingsworse, you ask?Well,I’lltell you.Theywere really tiny—barely more than a thong and the little triangle of lace that was supposed to cover her pussy ended in nothing but a string.WhenDelilahpulled the panties up, the triangle rose to cover the curls on her mound, but that left her pussy lips bare.Thelittle white string pulled up between them, giving me a view no big brother should ever get of his little sister.IsworeIcould even see her outer lips parting, just as they had in my fantasy, to show a hint of her little pink clit as the bottom string slid to one side to reveal it.
ButDelilahdidn’t seem to see anything wrong.
“There, fixed,” she said sleepily—as though covering her curls while exposing her juicy outer pussy lips to me was just fine. “Nowcome to bed,Cole—I’mcold,” she complained. “Ineed you to warm me up.”
Well, what couldIdo?Islid under the covers with her, and she immediately draped herself all over me, like she always did.Butthis time as she snuggled against me,Icould feel her mostly naked pussy rubbing against my bare hip, where my pajama bottoms were riding low.AndIknew there was nothing but a string between her sweet, juicy little cunt and my own bare skin.
WhenItell youIhad to leave to jerk off several more times in the night,Ihope you won’t judge me too harshly.Iknew it wasn’tDelilah’sfault—she was innocent.She’dnever even dated anyone, except a few human boys that my parents had approved of.They’dbeen trying to keep her away fromAlphasfrom our pack all her life, because they didn’t want her to go intoHeat.
Butdespite her pureWerebloodlines, my little sister somehow avoided having any kind of aHeatCycle.Iknew that had been a relief for my dad—noPackmasterwants to see his little girl get bred, especially not in ourPack.That’sbecause theChoosingCeremonyin myPackcan be brutal.
TheChoosingCeremonyis when a ripe female allows different males of thePackto come and mount her to see which one she wants as a mate.Thoughshe’s the one who has the final say over which of them knots her, she still has to spread her pussy wide and accept a lot of different cocks deep inside her, one by one, until she finds the rightAlphato let all the way in.Andthat can be difficult because we do things a little bit differently in ourPack.
