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)
“You must have really wanted him to pay attention to you if you went to all that trouble to get his notice,” I said quietly.
Delilah nodded, her eyes big and hurt.
“I really do,” she confessed. “Look, can I tell you who he is?”
I felt my pulse speed up.
“If you want to,” I said.
“I do. But you can’t be shocked.” She held up a finger. “Promise you won’t be?”
“I’ll be okay—just tell me,” I said.
“Well…” she nibbled her lush lower lip again. “It’s my own big brother.”
“Your big brother, hmm?” I tried to keep my voice even. “He’s your special guy?”
“He’s the one.” She nodded. “But the thing is, there’s no blood relation between us because I’m adopted. So it’s not really incest, you know?”
“I guess,” I said doubtfully. I was still on the fence about that one. The Unbreakable Laws had been drilled into my head at an early age—it was hard to forget them.
“Are you shocked?” Delilah asked me. She looked worried. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you.”
“No, baby—it’s all right,” I assured her. “You can talk to me. I’m not shocked that you have a crush on your big brother.”
“It’s more than a crush,” she assured me. “I…I’ve been saving myself for him.”
Her words made my cock even harder as I remembered slipping my fingers deep in her tight little pussy and hearing her promise that she was still a virgin. So I was the one she’d been waiting for—I was the reason she hadn’t let any other man into her heart…or her bed.
“So you’re in love with your big brother?” I asked her.
Delilah blushed and looked shyly away.
“Maybe. I’m still trying to figure that out. I just wish…just wish he would notice me. And that I could give him the kind of dance I’m giving you right now,” she murmured. She looked at me. “Do you think that’s shocking—that I want to give my own big brother a lap dance? What do you think he’d say if he knew?”
“I think he’d be flattered,” I murmured. Reaching up, I swept a long curl out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “I’m sure he would tell you that you’re beautiful and desirable and everything any man could ever want in a woman…if he only could.”
“You’re very understanding.” Delilah leaned down to give me a lingering kiss on the cheek. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
“You can ask,” I said warily, wondering what she wanted. Would she ask me to remove the mask, to reveal to each other the dark truth we were dancing around?
But again, she surprised me.
“Since we’re pretending that you’re my guy, would you mind if I called you ‘big brother?’” she asked me. “And…would you call me, ‘little sister?’”
I had to admire the way she had worked around to admitting who we were without actually admitting it. My little sister was a cunning little sex kitten.
“Sure,” I said after a moment’s hesitation. “We can do that…little sister.”
“Oh, thank you, big brother,” she purred and rubbed against me some more, making my cock ache.
“So tell me,” I said, fighting the urge to press my aching cock up to meet her pussy. “What are the rules for a lap dance?”
“Oh right—the lap dance rules. Well…normally my personal rule is no touching and no tasting—I grind on you but you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I think I’ve been following your rules without even knowing them.” I held up my hands to illustrate.
“Yes, you have—you’ve been very respectful.” She smiled at me. “But the thing is, the rules would be different for my special guy—for my big brother, you know? And since we’re pretending that you’re him…I think the rules should be different for you, too.”
“Different how, baby?” I growled softly.
“Well first of all, touching above the waist is allowed.” She shifted closer, clearly offering me her ripe breasts.
I hesitated. I wanted to touch her so much, but she was still my little sister!
“Go on, don’t you want to?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “I know you love my breasts, big brother—I’m offering you a chance to touch them any way you want. Just remember that your sweet little sister has very sensitive nipples,” she added.
It was like something inside me broke then. Maybe it was hearing her call me “big brother” and feeling all the forbidden implications that went with that name. But suddenly I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I found myself cupping her breasts in my hands, loving the way they overflowed my palms. I kneaded them for a moment and then cradled them, thumbing her tight nipples in the way I knew she loved.
“Oh, big brother—that feels so good!” Delilah moaned and threw her head back, as she thrust her tits forward. At the same time, she started grinding on me again, rubbing her hot little pussy against the hard ridge of my cock which was tenting my trousers.