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more to be delivered in her body.
    “I’m going to be married soon. And I’m the boss now.”
    Oh, she thought. He didn’t want a blowjob . That was fine by her.
    The last time he fucked her, he said he’d gone too far. He said he thought he had started fucking with her head. They had fucked maybe four or five dozen times—it was hard to keep count. At first it was gentle and passionate, the two young siblings exploring one another’s bodies as was only natural. But then it became...all so dirty and hot.
    He would make her promise she belonged to him. He fucked her until she begged to be his mate, to only be fucked by him, to only know his cock. To be bred by him—damn the consequences. She agreed to all of it. So hot and perfect and fun. She wanted all of it.
    “So...so you want to fuck me again? You said we couldn’t anymore, but I don’t care, Case. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck my big bro’s boss cock any day—”
    “ So ,” said Case, “I’ll be under more scrutiny. I can’t have the community knowing about us.”
    “Who cares what they know?”
    “Because the people care about the image. They want a boss who’s married and not fucking his sister.”
    Abigail shrugged. “Give them a generation of watching you fuck me rotten, and they’ll get used to it. And if anybody else complains, just kill them.” Her eyes lit up, hands sliding up to his cock once again. “Gosh, you could kill of them for me...”
    The thought lit her cunt on fire. Her warlord brother, destroying anyone who thought to indemnify them for their perfect, loving relationship.
    “You’re crazy. Good lord.” He stood up, sliding himself back in his pants. “This is done. You and me. All this. No more blowjobs, no handjobs, no dirty little notes or looks. Done. Okay? I’ve got to be with Robin now. I’ll be good to her, don’t worry. I know you two are friends.”
    Perhaps they were, thought Abigail. She watched her brother walk away, her desire stoked but not slaked. Needing more; needing her Man no matter the cost.
    Even a friendship was small potatoes compared to the value of true love.

Chapter 6:
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    T wo days after Titus's burial, Abigail asked Robin to come with her on a walk through town, and Robin had of course agreed. She loved Abigail’s presence—her off-kilter look at the world, the cruel way she was able to simplify all problems down to sex and violence.
    There were even, she had to admit, certain physical benefits to being around Abigail. As much as Robin longed for a real man in her life, she'd never been able to find one who she thought was truly worthy of her time. And she and Abigail had participated in all those late-night practice sessions of kissing and loving, trying to be so ready for the men who would own them some day. Robin's body felt electrified every time she was in Abigail's presence. Her nipples stood up and out, her pussy ached gently, urging her to do something stupid with her friend.
    But, joining Abigail was also just simple courtesy. Women weren’t much allowed, really, to walk alone through the streets. If a woman was taken against her will, a witness had to be present to account for it. Men always had plenty of witnesses to account to the contrary; a woman had to have her own witnesses, a woman witness—and always it was the woman’s word that was taken over the man’s.
    Women may have been a commodity, but men in this land had been built for fucking and killing, and so were not often trusted.
    They walked through the streets, Abigail with her eyes brazenly meeting anyone who dared to look at the two gorgeous beauties walking together. “Brall tried to come on to me again. Yesterday.”
    “Again?” Robin laughed. “Gosh. He’s really into you. Do you want him, too?”
    “Have you seen him? Of course I do. Just not as much as...some others.”
    Robin was dressed that day in a light blue dress. Her walking boots had a small heel—every woman was expected to