Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“No, you can’t!” I growled. “Tell me right now, Delilah—are you still a virgin?”
I don’t know why it was so important to me—I guess I couldn’t bear the thought of my innocent little sister being fucked by some fucking asshole at that dirty strip club. I couldn’t stand the thought of her virgin pussy being violated by some male who didn’t deserve her.
“I’ll never tell you!” She spat. “You can think what you want!”
“If you won’t tell me, I’m going to find out for myself,” I warned her. “You’ll be sorry if I have to do that.”
“I’m not afraid of you!” She exclaimed, writhing in my lap some more. “Let me go, you big asshole!”
“Not until I find out if you’re still a virgin or not!” I snapped.
And then I reached between her legs and thrust my fingers deep in her pussy.
Some Were bitches don’t have maidenheads but the females from our Pack do. It’s a thin barrier compared to what most human women have, but it’s definitely there.
Delilah’s was gone.
I know because I thrust my fingers deep inside her, exploring her pussy thoroughly and wondering why it was so wet.
“Cole, what…what are you doing?” She gasped, writhing ineffectually in my lap.
“Feeling for your barrier,” I informed her, glaring down at her. “And it’s not here. Who have you been fucking, little sister?”
“No one, I swear!” She was panting by now, but no longer trying to get away as much.
“Then why aren’t you intact?” I demanded, still probing her wet depths.
“Because!” She exclaimed. “After you and I…after that night last year, I was curious. I…I used a toy on myself, all right?”
“Is that the truth?” I looked down at her.
“I broke it myself,” she muttered, looking down at the floor. “By accident.” Her cheeks were flushed with shame and I could see the humiliation in her eyes as she admitted what she’d done to herself.
“So the only thing inside you has been a toy?” I demanded. I didn’t’ know if I quite believed her, but I wanted to. Wanted badly to believe she was telling me the truth and that no cocks had been inside her pussy.
“Just feel how tight I still am inside,” she insisted. “Look, let my legs go so I can get into a better position. Then you can tell.”
Warily, I released her legs, half-expecting her to try to scramble off my lap.
Instead, she planted her knees on the couch cushion by my thigh.
“You have to let go of my hands too, for this to work,” she said, looking back at me.
I released my grip on her wrists. With a little moan, she put her hands in front of her and then braced her palms on the couch cushion on the other side. Then she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, with my fingers still inside her.
“There.” She turned her head to look at me. Her face was flushed and she was panting. “Now go ahead—put…put your fingers as deep in my pussy as you want. See how tight I am, big brother.”
I did as she said, thrusting two fingers deep inside her and feeling that she did, indeed, still have virginally tight inner walls. Her pussy was also extremely wet. She didn’t try to stop me—just spread her thighs wider for me as I examined her thoroughly.
“Hmm…you do feel tight inside,” I admitted at last, though I didn’t withdraw my fingers. I wasn’t quite ready to stop touching her yet.
“See?” She panted, looking at me again. “I…I told you. I haven’t let anyone fuck me. You didn’t want me, so I decided I didn’t want anyone else either,” she added defiantly.
“I couldn’t have you, even if I wanted you,” I pointed out. “We would have been breaking the Unbreakable Laws—committing incest.” I pumped slowly into her pussy with my fingers as I spoke and her cheeks got even redder.
“We’re not…not blood related, Cole,” she reminded me. There was a soft moan in her voice now and she was beginning to twitch her hips. I had the feeling that she was enjoying this little test I was performing on her pussy more than she should.
“That doesn’t matter, little sister,” I told her. “The adoption ceremony we had when you first came to our house makes us related by Pack Law.”
“I don’t care about Pack Law!” she moaned and now she was actively riding my fingers, pressing her hips back to try and get them deeper inside her hot little cunt. “You hear me? I don’t care!”
I had a feeling my little sister was getting close to coming—I was pretty sure if I had been able to stroke her swollen little clit, she would have gone off like a rocket, right there in my lap. But the angle was wrong.
And besides, I shouldn’t still be doing this. I had learned what I needed to know.