Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Well…here.” And Christopher leaned over and sucked my right nipple deep into his hot mouth.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, but made no move to stop him. “Is this what…what I can expect on my wedding night?” I asked, Gabriel, who was watching our display with hot eyes. “Will my husband really want to…to suck my nipples?”
‘Fuck yes he will, little sister,” he growled softly. “Let me show you.”
Then he leaned down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.
I moaned softly and thrust my chest out, giving both of them better access to my breasts. I had never felt anything like this before—both their hot mouths sucking so hard on my tender tips. It felt amazing and, just like when they pinched or tugged my nipples, I felt like sparks of pleasure were running from my tight peaks straight down to my pussy.
Speaking of my pussy, I was getting awfully hot and wet. I didn’t know if it was possible to make as much honey or “slick” as I had when I was on my Heat Cycle, but I was certainly feeling extremely slippery down there.
It felt so good to let my stepbrothers suck my nipples, I never wanted it to end. I ran my fingers through their hair, giving myself up to the pleasure of letting them taste me as they swirled their tongues around my tight tips and sucked my tender flesh deep into their hot mouths.
But then Don Diego cleared his throat and I realized he wanted us to move on.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I said to both of them. “But, well…are there other things my husband will want to do to me?”
Gabriel stopped sucking first and let my aching nipple slip from his lips.
“There are, little sister,” he growled raising up to look at me again. “But if you want us to show you, I’m afraid you’ll have to let us pull up that little night dress.”
I bit my lip as Christopher finished sucking my nipple and sat up as well.
“Let you pull up my skirt? But then you’d see my…my pussy!”
“But aren’t you wearing panties?” Christopher asked, sounding reasonable.
“Well…yes,” I admitted, thinking of the tiny triangle of lace that barely covered my pussy slit.
“Then it should be okay to let us see.” Gabriel was already lifting the lace hem to bare my tiny little panties. “Mmm, look at that sweet little pussy mound,” he growled softly. “And your soft pussy curls…” He ran his fingertips lightly over my blonde curls, making me shiver. His fingers were dangerously close to the top of my slit.
“Oh, big brother—what are you doing?” I asked, even as I arched my back and spread my thighs just a little.
“Showing you what your husband will want to do to you on your wedding night,” Gabriel growled.
“But I’m afraid you’ll have to spread your legs nice and wide so we can really show you what to expect,” Christopher put in.
I bit my lip.
“But…isn’t it naughty to spread my legs for my big brothers?”
“A little bit,” Christopher said. “But you can keep your panties on, so it’s not too bad.
“Well…all right,” I murmured.
To be honest, I was kind of getting into my part myself. My voice was soft and breathless as I let Gabriel and Christopher pull my thighs apart. I knew it was wrong, but I really loved being between them—the little tingle I felt when it was just the three of us was running through me like an electrical current and setting my body on fire!
“Mmm, what a sweet little pussy,” Christopher murmured. “I have to tell you, Little Sis, your husband is probably going to want to play with that soft little kitty some.”
“Play with it? How?” I asked breathlessly.
Christopher looked up at Gabriel.
“Do you want to show her, brother?”
I knew he was offering to let my older stepbrother get more involved in this naughty little act we were putting on…and Gabriel seemed more than willing.
“I’ll show her,” he growled. “It’s like this, little sister,” he said to me. “Your husband is going to want to hold you in his hand, so he can feel how hot you’re getting.”
As he spoke, he cupped my entire pussy with one big, warm hand, making me gasp a little
“And he’s probably going to want to slip his fingers inside your sweet little slit—to see how wet you’re getting too,” Christopher remarked helpfully.
“Oh! Inside me?” I exclaimed, trying to act shocked. “Are you going to show me that too?”
“I’m afraid we have to—otherwise how will you know what to expect on your wedding night?” Gabriel rumbled.
“But…isn’t it wrong for a big brother to put his fingers inside his little sister’s pussy?” I asked innocently.
“Only a little bit wrong,” Christopher assured me. “But it’s all right as long as you keep your panties on.”
“Well…all right then.” I opened my legs even wider and looked up at Gabriel. “Go ahead then, big brother. Show me how my husband will want to touch me on our wedding night. It should be all right as long as you let me keep my panties on.”