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Yousee, in mostPacks, there are twoUnbreakableLaws.One—no incest.Ever.That’ssupposed to be set in stone.Andtwo—noBreedinga female inFurForm—that is, once you’ve transformed fully into yourWolf, you can’t mount a female.That’sbecause a maleWere’scock can become quite a bit bigger when he’s in hisWolfform, and that can be hard for a female to take.
Sinceonly males haveWolvesinside them, a femaleWereremains in her human form always.Andletting a lot of huge, shaggy wolves mount her would be difficult.It’smuch easier for her to take if the males who mount her are in their fully human form.
Butwe do things differently in myPack, asIsaid—maybe because we have a special trait—we can do what’s called a “partial shift.”Thatmeans you let yourWolfout only halfway or maybe a little more.
Thisusually results in what someWerescall a “CursedWolf”—it looks like a wolfman you’d see in the movies.Butsome of theAlphasin my pack—myself included—can go further with it.Somecan do a three-quartersShift, which is even closer to theWolfform.
Ican personallyShiftuntil the only human things left about me are my voice and my eyes—meaningIcan appear to be a wolf except for my eyes, which are still human—and the fact thatIcan still speak.It’sa rare talent and oneI’vealways been proud of.
TheChoosingCeremonyis something unique to our particularPack.Andbecause all of ourAlphascan at least do a partial shift, a ripe female in the peak of herHeatCyclehas to deal with a lot more than she would in a regularPack.
She’llbe taken out in the country to ourPackLandsand tied down to theChoosingStoneon her hands and knees with her thighs spread wide.She’llbe naked, of course, her ripe pussy spreading her scent to all theAlphasin the area…and then they’ll start toShift.
Whatyou want is to get as close to yourFurFormas possible, while still retaining some human characteristics.Thecloser you get to yourWolf, the more likely it is that the ripe female will choose you as her mate.Butyou’re not the onlyAlphawho wants to breed her.Soshe has to stay there, allowing male after male to thrust deep inside her until she feels the right one.
Whenshe does—when she feels the shaft of herFatedMateentering her pussy—she’ll lower her head to her hands and spread her thighs wider, tilting her hips back and opening herself completely for the chosen male’s knot.Thenhe’ll proceed to breed her, letting his knot swell inside her to tie the two of them together so he can fill her pussy with his cum and seed her womb, claiming her as his mate and hopefully getting her pregnant with his heir.
Andbecause the male doing the breeding is still at leastpartiallyhuman—even though it might be only atinybit—we don’t consider this breaking theUnbreakableLawagainst breeding inFurForm.ButIwon’t lie, it’s still rough on the female being bred, because she’s getting her pussy opened and stretched by a lot of really large cocks one after the other andthenshe has to take her chosenWolf’sknot deep inside her for a breeding that can last for hours.
That’show it goes in myPack—andthat’swhat my parents wantedDelilahto avoid.Soall of us were relieved when she passed the age of consent and she still hadn’t gone intoHeat.Mydad believed that she must be some kind of blank or maybe a dud—that is, a female withWereblood in her veins who fails to manifest any kind ofWerecharacteristics.
Theyhad kept her away fromPackmeetings, knowing that she wouldn’t be acceptable to any of theAlphasthere.Afterall, if aWerebitch doesn’t go intoHeat, she can’t be bred properly or get pregnant and bear any children.SoDelilahstuck to dating human guys—not that she seemed to like any of them very much.
WhyamItelling you all this about ourPackand our traditions?BecauseI’mtrying to explain how innocent my little sister was—she’d never been knotted or bred before.She’dnever even gone intoHeat.Whichwas yet another reasonIfelt like such a scumbag for fantasizing about her.
Butagain,Itold myself thatIwas making more of things thanIshould—thatIwas overthinking the whole situation.Delilahstill needed the comfort of my arms and my bed every night—it wasn’t her faultInoticed her in ways a big brother should never notice his little sister.
Ididn’t come to my breaking point until the night she wore something completely new to bed—which was also completely indecent.
Whenshe stepped in my room that night, she was wearing a little babydoll nighty—Ithinkthat’s what they call it.Itwas a tiny, short nightgown made of see-through white silk.Ithad spaghetti straps and tied with a ribbon in the front, just above her breasts, which were fully on display through the transparent silk.Thebottom hem barely reached her belly button.
Thepanties that went with it were even worse.Somehowshe’d found some that were even smaller than the ones she’d worn previously.Iswear the little lace triangle she had on was barely the size of a quarter—it clearly showed both the curls on her mound and the very top of her pussy slit.Itdidn’t cover the bottom of her pussy lips either—the string that came down from the point of the triangle was pushed to one side, showing a lot more than was decent.
ThistimeIfelt likeIhadto draw the line.Delilahwasn’t dressed like a little sister who was going to sleep with her big brother for comfort.Shelooked like a bride on her wedding night, wearing something sexy for her new husband—whichImost definitely wasnot.
Forthe first timeIbegan wondering if my little sister was doing this on purpose.Itseemed wrong and crazy, but maybe it wasmyfault—maybe she was trying to get close to me in an inappropriate way because she was afraidImight leave her otherwise.
“Lilah, stop,”Isaid, sitting up in bed and holding out a hand before she could climb under the covers with me.
“Why?”Shefrowned at me. “I’msleepy.Aren’tyou?Let’sgo to bed.”
“Whatis that you’re wearing?”Idemanded, raking my eyes over her mostly bare body. “Doyou really think it’s appropriate?”
“Oh, you sound like such an old fuddy-duddy.”Shelaughed at me, the corners of her mismatched eyes crinkling and her freckled nose wrinkling adorably. “Ihad to do laundry today, butIforgot to change the clothes from the washer to the dryer.Sothis was allIhad left to sleep in.That’sall.”
Asshe spoke, she climbed onto the bed with me, sitting on her knees with her thighs spread a little, which meant she was still on display.Infact, the little lace triangle of her panties pulled down with the motion, letting me see even more of her soft little pussy slit.
“Doyouseriouslyexpect me to let you sleep with me dressed like that?”Idemanded sternly. “Lookat you—Ican see your…your…everything.”Iwaved a hand to indicate her luscious, nearly naked body. “You’reall on display!”
“Butyou’re my big brother,Cole,” she said, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Youdon’t look at me that way, do you?I’mjust your little sister.Whatdoes it matter whatI’mwearing?”
Well,IfoundIcouldn’t answer that without sounding like a pervert.
“Itdoesn’t matter thatI’myour big brother—I’malso a man,”Ipointed out at last. “It’sreally hard not to notice whenIcan see your nipples poking through your fucking nightdress, baby.”
“Really?”Shelooked down at herself, as though surprised that her juicy pink nipples were so visible through the transparent fabric.Theylooked so ripe—just aching to be sucked.Butno—Ipushed the thought violently away from me.
Thecovers had gotten pushed down from my lap andIcould feel my cock aching, pressing hard against the fabric of my sleep trousers.Delilahcould plainly see whatIwas feeling because her eyes dropped to my crotch and then went wide.
