he used to do.”
The way they were positioned in the garage, no one would be able to see them do anything without Abigail or Case hearing them first. The side entrance was on the other wall, and the front bay doors were closed. Their bodies were completely hidden behind row after row of metal and leather. Abigail pushed her hands forward on her brother’s thighs, loving his strong, dense tissue.
“Come on,” he said. “I’m stressed. We can’t do this. I’ve got to take care of...”
His voice trailed off. Abigail let off a small wicked grin, her hands massaging the shape of his thick cock through his jeans.
“I want it,” Abigail moaned. “I really, really do. I’ve been burning all day for it...”
“Come on. Haven’t you heard? I’m gonna be a married man soon.”
Abigail frowned. Not a subject she was fond of. She loved Robin—truly did. She was a terrific friend. And often Abigail had these hot fantasies of them being more than just friends, even serving Case together at the same time...but the thought of Robin being Case's personal property, his breeding pet, his fertile fuckwife darling, made Abigail's stomach turned. Robin was gorgeous, and Case would forget all about how he wanted to fuck Abigail until she was too pregnant to walk.
But she didn’t have to show Case those fears. More flies with honey, and all of that.
“But that doesn’t mean you and I stop having fun, does it?” Her lips brushed against his slow. “It doesn’t stop us from being brother and sister, does it, big bro? Won’t you still love me?”
“Of course I’ll love you, Abigail.”
She giggled softly and kissed him deeper, her tongue probing into his mouth. Finally now, he kissed her back, his hand sliding through her thick golden hair. Abigail moaned, pressing her slight frame against his huge, tough body. Loving how thick he was, the way her huge tits flattened on his muscles, how soft and pliable she felt in those strong arms.
Abigail bent over and pulled at his zipper slowly, smiling.
“Come on, big bro. Just let me suck you and we’ll forget about this, okay?” Her hand wrapped around his revealed cock, already stiffening. “God, you’re so big. Please, let me suck it?”
Case nodded briefly. It was all the invitation that Abigail needed. Her mouth immediately slid around his shaft. Deep, happy moans emanated from her body. When his cock continued to grow, she jerked the base of her shaft in one hand. Hot saliva lubricated the skin.
There was nothing in the whole world better than sucking her brother off. She had adored it since the very first time—when he showed up in her room in the middle of the night and slipped into her bed. At first it had just been a repeat of a very normal activity—he would visit her in the night after a raid or a hard day in the shop and hold her tight, and she would feel safe and protected in the terrible wastes of the world.
But one night he came in, with his cock hard already. It was a few years back, after they had both turned eighteen. They hadn’t spoken at all. She simply turned into his body and wrapped her hand around his thick manhood—and then her mouth.
So it was now. As good as the first time, if not even better. His sweaty, salty meat so delicious and nourishing in her body.
She could feel him shifting, pulsing. His hips thrusting up into her face. So close, now—so close! This was how he always acted right before exploding in her mouth. She had learned her brother’s habits inside and out.
“Stop.”
Case tugged her off his cock.
“But I-I wanna...”
Abigail didn’t understand. Had she done something wrong? But she sucked him how she always, always had...
“Wasn’t it good?”
“It was...it was great.”
He spurted, slightly. The cum landed on Abigail's hands and she licked it up slow. A shiver of small orgasm passed through him. But the load was slight—Abigail knew his loads were dense and huge, and always portents of so much, much
John Warren, Libby Warren
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