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Wolf Cabin: Chapter 15

BRANDON

If I look at her I know I might give in. For years I have been trying to keep my eyes off that slender yet curvy body. I’ve always reminded myself that she is my little stepsister and off limits. I’d never guessed she was such a horny little minx.

 

I even came on this damn holiday to keep an eye on her with these werewolves. But I admit to myself now it was jealousy. The fact she was dating someone, let alone a werewolf, came as a surprise for me. Never did I expect it would turn into this series of events.

 

To my surprise I found myself liking Hunter, Logan and even Finn. I’ve hung out with werewolves before, but never been friends with any. Never known what is to belong to a pack.

 

Hell, until I reached adolescence I never even knew I was a werewolf. It had been a complete shock, more for my mother than for me. Guess my dad forgot to tell her about that particular part of himself. Since then it’s been a sordid secret that I’ve had to keep pretty much to myself.

 

I’d known that to be a pack is to share much more of life than humans do; hunt, play, eat, even fuck. But I’d never been made to feel part of the pack like these guys have done for me. For a guy who is an only child it had felt damn good. All my life a loneliness I couldn’t describe has been gnawing away inside me. Now that feeling has finally gone.

 

I feel almost whole. Almost.

 

When I had begun to realize that something dodgy was going on in the cabin I had ignored it. Surely these men who I was beginning to trust as brothers would not be fucking my little stepsister?

 

I admit to myself now that part of me pretty much knew what was going to happen that first dinner when Hunter had felt up Jenna at the dinner table.

 

But I had told myself that was a fluke, just a one-off werewolf teasing. That werewolves have different sexual boundaries than the human ones I’d grown up with.

 

Hunter going back to the cabin early from the first hunt came as a surprise. Later, when she had come down for dinner in that flimsy yellow top and tiny black shorts, instinct had told me something about her was different.

 

Then she and Hunter had exchanged glances, hers shy, his possessive, and I’d known he’d fucked my little stepsister.

 

All through that dinner the mixture of her half-shy innocent looks from under her lashes accompanied by her sultry pouting lips begging to be kissed had driven me crazy. I caught the scent of her desire more intensely than I ever had before.

 

I had counted every single minute she’d been in that kitchen alone with Logan, my mind racing with the images of what might be happening.

 

My stepbrother instinct roared at me to go in there and break it up, but my newly discovered sense of pack loyalty made me reluctant to interfere with Logan, the alpha.

 

It’s not like she was fighting him off. Heck, she seemed to be blooming under the attention.

 

Part of me had yearned for her to say no to him, to come out of there. She had not.

 

It had been sheer torture to keep my hands to myself when Logan had stripped her half-naked last night. I’d finally seen that sweet pussy I’ve been dreaming of for years. And those tits had been begging to be kissed all through dinner.

 

But she is my goddamn stepsister. Even with the way she held onto me during the snowball fight earlier, making it clear she was hot for me, there are some lines I must not cross. Not even when her body is in heat for my cock, and her aroma is driving me insane.

 

“Well, would you get an eyeful of that beauty!” Hunter’s voice from the doorway startles me.

 

His hungry gaze is all over her. “How can you resist?”

 

I glower at him, but he merely grins and saunters in the room to sit right next to her on the bed. She gets that adoring expression on her face that she gets when any of them are in the room.

 

He whispers in her ear and she raises up her arms obediently. Then he does the one thing that is guaranteed to drive me over the edge. He pulls her sweater and t-shirt off over her head, leaving her in just her little pink bra.

 

I can see right through the lace to those huge dusky pink nipples underneath. For years I have been trying not to look at those nipples, though they always seemed to be erect under whatever flimsy outfit she had worn.

 

I had found myself dating girls with perky tits like hers. And whenever they’d wrap their long slender legs, so like hers, around my hips, I’d try not to imagine it was her that I was fucking.

 

Try, and fail.

 

Hunter watches my reaction as he unfastens her bra and leisurely tugs off one shoulder strap and then the other. He hooks the bra over his finger and pulls it right off, revealing her lovely breasts tipped in those long large nips.

 

My eyes feast on them. Her nips are fully engorged and reddened from all the sucking Logan has been giving them recently. They are the best I’ve ever seen – and they would be, since her tits are my measure of perfection for all tits.

 

Hunter places his hand over a breast and rubs it firmly. She watches his hand as if mesmerized. She bites her soft full lower lip as he tweaks her nipple, teasing it until it is hard. I wish it were me touching her. I want to take it into my mouth and suck greedily.

 

“Does that feel good, baby?” he says. “Today is all about making you feel good.”

 

‘So good,’ she murmurs.

 

‘You want to be kissed, baby?’ he says tenderly, one hand working her breast, the other tilting her chin up towards his face.

 

She nods. “Mmm hmm.”

 

He brushes his lips over hers. As he nibbles her full lower lip, his hand slips onto her thigh, parting it. I see her pink slit for a second before he cups it possessively with his palm.

 

I want to rip his hand away.

 

“You like my hand there, baby?”

 

“Yes, Hunter.”

 

“You want Brandon’s hand there, baby?”

 

I stiffen at the question, furious that he has asked it.

 

She darts me a quick shy glance but looks back at him before nodding. That tiny nod makes my cock jump in my pants.

 

I see his finger moving, working around her little entrance. And then he thrusts, plunging it deep into her, making her gasp. It is like an electric charge has gone through her. She spreads her thighs and clutches his hand, pressing it harder between her legs as if the sensation is exquisite.

 

“You want him to touch you like this, baby?”

 

“Yes Hunter,” she keens.

 

“You want me to bend you over the bed and spread you apart so he can put his dick in you?”

 

She nods. “Yes, yes, please!”

 

“Well?” he says to me, his finger curling into her, doing something that is making her wriggle and grind desperately against it as if craving more.

 

I clench my teeth and shake my head once.

 

I want to. Badly. But fuck me, if I start I’ll never be able to stop. I’ll be sneaking into her bedroom every time she is home, and her parents are sure to find out. We come from a small conservative community. There will be hell to pay.

 

She pouts in disappointment.

 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “Guess he’ll just have to watch while I give you what you need instead. You want that?”

 

She gasps, and darts a shy glance in my direction. “Yes,” she whispers.

 

“Maybe I’ll fuck your ass too. Bet he’d like to see that,” Hunter says.

 

The hell I will.

 

And yet these words seem to make her hornier because she writhes and bucks against his hand.

 

“I’ve never done that before,” she gasps.

 

“My uncle didn’t pop your cherry?”

 

“No,” she pants.

 

“Guess he left that for Finn,” he says.

 

He presses his mouth over hers again, kissing her hard while his finger plunges in and out between her legs.

 

Her cries get faster and faster, and just as I think she is going to come, he pulls his hand out. She groans in disappointment.

 

He glances at me.

 

“Get on the bed,” he orders her. “On all fours.”


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