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CONNOR

My jaw nearly drops whenIsee whatSunnyhas on tonight.Thesheer red fabric of her tiny outfit doesn’t hide a thing and that little bow in the middle of her breasts looks ready to give way at any minute.Butmaybe that’s because…amIimagining things or are her breasts getting bigger?

Damn it, if they are, she really might be aRepressedOmega—a phenomenon so rare mostWeresthink it’s just a legend.

ARepressedOmegais aWerebitch who doesn’t show any signs of having aWereheritage until years after her firstHeatCycleshould have started.Usuallythat happens because she’s finally exposed to anAlpha’spheromones—often the scent of herFatedMatewill bring out her true nature.

ButIcan’t beSunny’sFatedMate—I’maRogueAlpha.Andshe can’t really be aRepressedOmega—can she?

There’s one way to be sure if she is or not.FromwhatI’veheard, aRepressedOmega’sbreasts will slowly begin filling with nectar in the days that lead up to her firstHeatCycle.Also, her pussy will start to makeslick—a kind of thick, sweet, slippery honey that helps her open for anApha’sknot.

So to be clear, the only way to be sure ifSunnyis aRepressedAlphais to taste and touch her—Ineed to suck on her nipples to see ifIcan catch a taste of sweet nectar and spread her pussy to check forslick.

ButIpromised myselfIwouldn’t go too far with her—Idon’t want to make her feel guilty.Afterall, she still thinksI’mher big brother and what big brother asks if he can suck his little sister’s nipples or slide his tongue or his cock into her pussy?

Still, by the way she’s dressed, she doesn’t seem like she minds at least letting me look at her.Thatsee-through little nighty she has on is hot and it shows everything she has.Thepanties that match it clearly show her neatly trimmed mound of curls and her soft little pussy slit.Andshe’s not trying to hide herself asIlook at her.Infact, she comes right up to me and gives me a hug.

“Hey, big brother,” she murmurs, as she presses herself against me.I’mbare-chested again, wearing nothing but my gray sleep trousers, soIcan feel her soft, curvy body against my own almost like she’s naked.

“Hey, baby sis,”Irespond and lean down to give her a soft kiss on the mouth.

She kisses back eagerly…but then she pulls back.

“Sorry—Ididn’t mean to get carried away,” she apologizes.

“It’s okay.”Istroke her cheek. “Areyou dressed like that for me, baby?”

She blushes—she’s so fucking adorable when her cheeks get pink—and nods.

“I thought maybe…maybe you’d like to look at me again.Ithought maybe you werehungry.”

I can tell by her sweet scent that she’s hungry too—butIsense thatIcan’t push this too fast.

“Mmm, you were right about that, baby,”Itell her. “Comeon—let’s go get comfortable on the couch.”

We go sit on the couch but when she starts to sit beside me,Ipull her into my lap.Iplace her so she’s straddling me, which parts her soft pussy lips, giving me a glimpse of her clit under the see-through panties.

“Oh,Kane!” she protests, putting her hands on my shoulders.Butshe doesn’t try to get away.Infact, her breathing has gotten faster and her scent is much stronger.Ican tell she’s turned on. “Whatare you doing?” she asks me.

“Just getting you whereIcan see you,”Igrowl, looking her up and down. “YoudidsayIcould look.”God, my cock is aching and tenting my sleep pants butIknowIneed to take things slowly.

“Yes, that’s right.Youcan look,”Sunnydoesn’t try to cover herself.Ican hear her heart pounding—God,I’mreally attuned to her.

“CanIlook without this in the way?”Experimentally,Itug at the thin little bow between her tits, which is all that’s holding the tiny garment together.

“If…if you want to,”Sunnysaid. “Idon’t mind if you need to look at my bare breasts,Kane.Notif it helps you with your hunger.”

“I’mveryfucking hungry tonight, baby,”Iwarn her.Itug the bow and the red silk panels part, baring her full breasts for me.Ipalm them both, gently teasing the nipples with my thumbs andSunnymoans and writhes in my lap.

“Oh,Kane!” she begs softly. “Pleasebe careful—my nipples arereallytender for some reason.”

Yet another sign that she might be aRepressedOmegawith herHeatCyclecoming on.Butthere’s only one way to be sure.

“Do they hurt, baby?”Iask her, still gently thumbing the tight points. “Maybewhat you need is someone to kiss them better.”

Her eyes go wide and she’s nearly panting with need—Ican smell her desire clearly.Butstill, she has to play things her way.

“I knowIsaid no ‘mouth stuff’ last night but do youneedto suck my nipples,Kane?” she asks softly. “Imean,Iknow it’s been a long time for you…”

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