Page 34 of Betrayed

I know then that he’s going to do more than fuck me…he’s going to breed me and spurt his cream deep inside me.Hemight even get me pregnant, butIdon’t care—Ijust want to be open for him, want to help him with his hunger and if he needs to breed me to be satisfied, well then,I’mwilling to let him.Willingto let him pound into me, filling my pussy over and over with his cock and his cream.Willingto?—

“…need to get going,”Kanesays andIrealize thatIwas lost in my dirty fantasy and haven’t been paying attention to anything else.

“Oh, right.You’reright,”Isay, my cheeks getting hot.

I was so lost in my vivid mental image thatIgot distracted and put my shirt on inside out and backwards.Idon’t notice it untilKanepoints it out and thenIhave to switch it around quickly.

“You ready to go?” he asks me.He’salready dressed.

“Uh yes—just let me feedMissSassy,”Itell him.

I give her some food and then we head out the door.Assoon as we’re outside,Kanegrabs my hand and entwines our fingers, like he did last night.Wewalk toThePieShophand-in-land looking more like lovers than brother and sister.

And to be honest, itfeelsmore like we’re lovers too.Nomatter how hardItry,Kanejust doesn’t feel like family.Thatdoesn’t meanIdon’t want him with me though—if anything, it makes me want him even more.

What’s happening to me?

I don’t know, butIcan’t help liking it.

The morning goes swiftly making lots of pies.Ifind myself craving cinnamon, soImake an apple pie with someRedhotscinnamon candiesIhave left over fromValentinesDayand call it “RedHotLovin’Pie.”Itcomes out perfectly and fills the kitchen with the scent of cinnamon and spice—just whatI’mcraving.

Kane laughs whenItell him the name of the new pie flavor and—because no one else is in the diner yet—he pulls me close and kisses me.Justonce—a sweet, lingering kiss on the mouth that makes my heart pound.Thenhe lets me go and gets back to rolling out the dough.

I feel wonderful—light and floaty and extra happy.Mywhole body feels good—maybe from the extra intense orgasmIhad last night.Theonly problem is my breasts—for some reason they feel extra tender and my nipples are really sensitive.Whichis weird—Kaneplayed with them some last night but he wasn’t really rough or anything.Sowhy are they so tender today?

Regardless,Ican mostly ignore it, soIdo and just go back to making pies.

Things are great until a little after noon whenCharlescomes in again.Iget him seated at a table and ask what he wants to eat.

“Look,Sunny,I’mnot really here for food.”Hekeeps his voice low and his face is so tense it looks like a crumpled ball of paper.

“You’re not?Thenwhy are you here?”Iask.Ihad thought thatmaybehe would apologize for storming out the day before, but that’s clearly not what’s on his mind.

He leans forward, still keeping his voice low.

“Sunny,Idon’t think you’re safe.”

“Huh?”Ifrown at him. “Whatare you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that big brother of yours!” he hisses. “Idon’t like the way he looks at you—or the way he calls you ‘baby.’It’snot right.”

I’m immediately on the defensive.

“It’s a nickname—short for ‘baby sister’ which is howIsigned all my letters to him,”IinformCharles. “There’snothing wrong with that!”

“Sunny, justthinkabout it—he’s an ex-con!Hecould have been in prison for murder for all you know!”

“No he wasn’t—it was drug charges,”Icounter. “Besides, he served his time—he deserves to get another chance at life.”

“But not inyourhouse, sleeping underyourroof!”Charlesinsists. “I’mtelling you, it’s not safe—he could snap at any minute!”

“That’s ridiculous,”Isay, putting a hand on my hip. “Kanewouldneverhurt me.He’smy big brother and as long as he needs a place to stay, he has one with me!”

“One what?”Kane’sdeep voice interrupts us as he comes up to join the conversation.

“Uh, nothing.Nothingat all.”Charlesgoes pale at once and leans back, away from me.

“Is everything okay?”Kaneasks, frowning at me.

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