34. Sunny
34
SUNNY
O n the walk home, I get a text from a number I don’t recognize. That’s not actually unusual—everybody gets spam texts these days, right? But when I start to read the message, my heart skips a beat.
Dear Sunny , it begins.
I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I have to warn you of something. I just got word that your real brother has made contact with you. Let me warn you, Kane is dangerous! He ? —”
I delete the rest of the message and block the number. My heart is aching and I’m so angry I want to throw my cell phone. Only the fact that I don’t have the money to replace it keeps me from hurling it straight into a tree.
It was Fake Kane — I’m sure of it. But what does he care if my big brother is dangerous? It’s not like he really cared about me—he lied to me. Used me. He’s probably just using this as an excuse to worm his way back into my life. And I’m not falling for that.
I stomp home as the shadows grow long and the full moon comes out, still feeling wounded and angry. It’s like he poured lemon juice on a fresh wound. I’ll never forgive him for how he tricked me and used me—never!
When I get home I feed Miss Sassy and then let her out for the night. Sometimes she likes to roam and I don’t blame her. Besides , she always comes back in the morning.
I take a long, hot bubblebath—trying to soak away all the anger and sorrow and irritation of the day but it doesn’t work. I’m still just as angry and sad and frustrated as ever when I get out of the tub.
My breasts are aching and my nipples have turned a darker pink. They’re leaking even more of the strange golden liquid—it leaves sticky trails down the undersides of my breasts.
I wash off and then dry off again and wrap myself in a towel that can absorb the liquid. I’m going to have to find a new solution. Also , I should probably go to the doctor—if I can find one that will take self-pay instead of insurance. It’s probably going to eat up every bit of the tiny savings I’ve been able to put away in the last year or so and put me in debt, like as not.
I don’t want to think about that. I decide to go sit on the couch and watch a movie to take my mind off things. I should probably eat something too…but I’m not very hungry. Maybe I’ll just pop some popcorn.
But no sooner do I get settled on the couch in my towel with a big bowl of extra-buttery popcorn on the end table beside me than I hear a knocking on my door.
My heart leaps up into my throat. Who could be at the door at this hour? It’s already dark outside— I don’t like having people at my door after dark.
I decide that maybe if I keep quiet, they’ll leave. I mute the TV —which wasn’t very loud to start with—and sit there, holding my breath.
“Hey, little sis! Let me in,” a deep, grating voice calls from the other side of my front door. My heart seems to stop in my chest—it’s Real Kane —my brother. “ I know you’re in there,” he continues. “ I can smell your scent!”
What the Hell is he talking about? How could he possibly smell me from outside? Especially since I just took a long soak in a strawberry-scented bubble bath.
I start to answer him…and then I remember Fake Kane’s warning that my brother is dangerous. He would know—the two of them were cellmates. Now I kind of wish I’d read the rest of his message instead of deleting it and blocking him.
I decide to stay quiet. Surely Real Kane is bluffing—he can’t really smell that I’m in here. Right ?
But my strategy doesn’t work. A minute later, I hear the clicking sound of a key turning in a lock and the front door swings open to reveal Real Kane and two other huge, burly men.
I sit there in shock for a minute. I’m still only wearing a towel! At last I find my voice.
“What the Hell are you doing here and how did you get into my house?” I demand.
Real Kane holds up a key.
“Got it from your ex-boyfriend,” he says, grinning. “ He said whatever I want to dish out, you’ve got it coming, little sis.”
“Got what coming?” I ask, but my voice is shaking. “ Look , this isn’t a good time for me,” I add.
“Too bad, because it’s a great time for me.”
Real Kane comes over to the couch, trailed by his two goons. He stands right in front of me, looming over me like an ogre in a fairytale. What does he want with me?
I’m too afraid to ask.
“You need to leave,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady. “ I … I’m not even decent! In fact, I’m just going to go get changed right now…”
I stand up and start edging my way past him. I’m going to lock myself in my bedroom and call 911. I don’t like this situation— I don’t feel safe at all.
But Real Kane is too quick for me.
“Grab her,” he says to his goons, who are standing behind the couch. One of them reaches over the couch and grabs me by the shoulders.
“Hey! Let go of me!” I exclaim but Real Kane is already snatching my towel off.
“Hey!” I gasp again. I don’t like being naked in front of them! I try to cover myself with my hands but Real Kane says,
“Cuff her.”
The man holding my shoulders suddenly grabs my wrists. His arms must be really long to reach me over the couch, I think distractedly. I try to worm away from his grip, but he’s too quick. I feel cold metal around my wrists and hear clicking sounds.
“Let me go! Let go!” I kick and writhe, somehow managing to knock over the bowl of popcorn which spills all over the floor.
He lets go of me then, but I find I can’t move my arms—my wrists are cuffed behind my back. I stand there, naked and cold and shivering as all three men look me over.
“Look at this.” Real Kane reaches out and palms one of my breasts. He squeezes, hard enough to hurt, and a stream of the amber liquid comes from my nipple.
“Ouch! Let me go!” I exclaim.
“Nectar,” Real Kane says, ignoring me and speaking to the two goons instead. “ Told you she was ripe.” He palms my other breast and squeezes until I gasp and more nectar comes flowing out. “ How long you been making nectar this time, little sis?” he demands.
“What do you mean ‘this time’?” I snap. “ I’ve never made it before a few days ago. And how did you even know about it?”
His bushy black eyebrows raise in apparent surprise.
“What? You mean you’ve never made nectar before? What about during your Heat Cycles ?”
“What’s a Heat Cycle ?” I ask him. “ And stop touching me—you’re my brother, you pervert!”
Real Kane doesn’t seem to hear this last part because he keeps massaging and squeezing my breasts and pinching and tugging on my nipples. The constant manhandling hurts…but my body reacts to it too. There’s a pleasurable kind of pain when he tugs on my sensitive nipples that makes me press my thighs together. What’s wrong with me reacting this way?
“So you’ve never had a Heat Cycle before?” he says to me, frowning.
“I don’t even know what that is!” I moan. “ Please —stop touching me!”
“Don’t think so, little sis. See , I can tell you have Were blood in you but if you’ve never had a Heat Cycle , well, that makes you pretty rare.”
“What are you even talking about?” I demand, but he’s barely paying attention to me.
“What do you think, boys?” he asks the two burly goons. “ Could she be a Recessive Omega ?”
“Fuck—if she is she’d be worth a fucking fortune,” one of them growls.
“Yeah—a fucking fortune,” the other echoes.
Suddenly, to my horror, Real Kane reaches down and cups my pussy. He spreads my outer lips with his fingers and slides into my inner folds.
“Hey!” I try to pull away from him, but I’m stopped by the couch right behind me. “ Get your hands off me!” I gasp.
“Don’t think so, little sis. Need to see if you’re making slick .”
And with that, he shoves two thick and brutal fingers deep inside me.
“Stop! You’re my brother!” I shout at him.
I can’t believe he’s doing this. But even worse, my body is reacting to it! As he roughly thumbs my clit, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs. Soon I’m dripping all over his hand! What the Hell is wrong with me?
It’s not like I want this—my mind certainly doesn’t anyway. But my body seems to have a mind of its own. I can feel myself continuing to react to my big brother’s touch…and to his musky, animal smell that reminds me of fur and sharp, dark spice. I squeeze my thighs together, but I can’t get him out of me—his fingers are still buried in my pussy, pumping inside me. To my shame, my juices are sliding down his hand and dripping onto the floor.
“Look at her leaking!” one of the goons exclaims.
“Yeah—she’s deep in her Cycle ,” the other remarks.
“She’s tight too. Wonder if she can take an Alpha’s cock?” Real Kane muses.
He reaches for the fastening of his dirty jeans with the hand that isn’t molesting me and, to my horror, pulls out a perfectly enormous shaft.
It’s as big as Fake Kane’s , I think, as he steps up to me and rubs it against my stomach. It’s hot and greasy and his musky, rank odor is suddenly stronger, making me want to gag. Surely he’s not going to do what I fear he’s going to do.
“Please,” I beg him in a trembling voice as he withdraws his fingers and starts rubbing the thick head of his cock against my inner pussy. I can feel his precum coating my clit and my inner folds—it’s hot and acrid—it almost seems to burn me. “ Please , don’t do this—what if you get me pregnant? I’m your little sister!”
These considerations didn’t bother me with Fake Kane —he felt right to me in a way I still can’t explain, not even to myself. But I’m filled with horror at the idea of having Real Kane’s child. The idea of letting him fuck me is awful—unthinkable! And yet my traitorous body still continues to leak, both from my nipples and my pussy.
“Yeah, I’m your brother. Who better to plow your pussy and give you a big belly, little sis?” Real Kane growls.
“You fuck her and you’re breaking the Unbreakable Laws ,” one of the goons points out.
“You think I give a fuck for laws?” Real Kane slides the broad head of his cock down to the mouth of my pussy. He has to crouch to do it, which seems to aggravate him.
Turning, he sits on the couch. Then he drags me down, forcing me to straddle him. I try to fight but I can’t do much with my hands cuffed behind me. Before I know it, he has me spread out and helpless in his lap.
“Gonna see if you can take an Alpha’s cock, little sis,” he growls.
I can’t believe I’m in this position! Spread out naked in my big brother’s lap—my real big brother—who’s about to impale me on his cock! I have to get away! But there’s nowhere to go. I’m helpless—vulnerable and open for him and unable to stop whatever he’s going to do to me.
He’s just starting to feed the broad head of his cock into the mouth of my pussy when one of his goons speaks up.
“Ya know, boss—if you knot her and cream in her, she’s going to be worth a lot less at the auction,” he remarks.
“Yeah—if she really is a Recessive Omega , whoever buys her is going to want to be the first in her pussy,” the second one says. “ If you give her a breeding belly, they’re gonna be able to tell she’s been bred. Besides , it’s getting late—we’re gonna need to Shift soon. You sure you even have times for this?”
Real Kane freezes and then—to my unspeakable relief—pulls away.
“Fuck,” he growls. “ You’re right. Damn it! I really wanted to knot her! She’s so fucking ripe for breeding!”
“Yeah, but didn’t you say you needed money?” the first goon asks. “ This little bitch could be our meal ticket for the next year or two if you sell her for enough.”
“We can always find some bitches to knot once the auction is over,” the second one says. “ Tonight’s for Shifting —tomorrow is for breeding.”
“You’re right.” Real Kane shoves me roughly off his lap and I sprawl in a heap on my Nan’s hand-braided rug.
“Ouch!” I gasp. What is this “auction” they keep talking about? Before I can ask anything, Kane is stuffing his cock back into his jeans and rising to pull me off the floor.
“Get up, you little slut!” he snarls. “ If I can’t fuck your pussy and fill it full of my cum, I’m gonna sell it for a shit-ton of money instead.”
“What…what are you talking about?” I gasp. But he pays no attention. He just lifts me like I weigh nothing and slings me over one hairy shoulder.
“Come on,” he says to the goons.
And he carries me, naked, out of my house and shoves me in the back of a black van.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Help ! Help !” I scream at the top of my lungs.
“Take care of that bullshit,” I hear Real Kane say to one of his goons.
“You got it,” comes the answer.
And then a big hand is holding a rag over my mouth and nose. There’s some kind of liquid on it that smells sickly sweet. I fight to get away but he grips the back of my head with his other hand, crushing the rag against my face.
Slowly the world around me turns gray and begins to fade. My last thought before everything goes black is how I wish I would have listened to Fake Kane . He was right—my brother is dangerous.
And now I’m going to pay the price for not heeding his warning.