1. Teen Wolf Step-Brother - Chapter 1


    Date: 9/11/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 89.6, Source: sexstories.com

    “Oh, god, Brandon…” I moaned, as my brother stared at me, a wild look in his eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” He didn’t reply, but as his hand moved higher and higher up my leg, his eyes turned red with lust. “Please…” I cried, not sure if I was begging for him to stop or keep going, and for a split second, I saw a bit of humanity return to Brandon’s face. “I need this…” he said thickly, his throat already reshaping with lust. “God, sis…I need this.” With that, his eyes became completely animalistic, and his mouth went to my throat, gently nipping and biting—not enough to transform me, but certainly enough to leave a mark. I breathed in his heavy musk, and panted with need. My legs spread involuntarily as Brandon’s claws ripped through my panties, and his thick fingers plunged into my pussy. Against my will, my hips began thrusting forward, desperately wanting to feel Brandon inside of me. I knew how much he needed this….because I needed it too. ONE WEEK EARLIER: “Mom!” I cried out when I opened the shower door. “Brandon left hair everywhere again!” “Oh, dear…” Mom said, tutting as she walked in and inspected the carpet that my step-brother had left after his shower. “I’ll clean it up, darling, but do try to cut him some slack…you know the poor boy is going through a lot at the moment.” I sighed. Looked like I wasn’t going to be showering before school that morning. Everyone always had such sympathy for werewolves, but no one ever thought about their families—sure, it ...
    mustn’t be easy, transforming into a wolf at every full moon, but living with someone who’s gone through such radical transformations is almost impossible. Before he got bitten, Brandon was just a normal, weedy kid. We got along well enough, but there’s been such a transformation in the last few weeks…it’s like he’s replaced every meal with steroids. He’s gone from shy and stammering to confident and sexy—he never breaks eye-contact any more, and I’m starting to wonder if he ever blinks. I walked back to my room wearing nothing but a towel, grumbling all the while. Before I could reach my door, however, I noticed another pile of hair on the carpet outside my brother’s door. I rolled my eyes, and knocked on his door. It wasn’t fair for him, sure—he didn’t mean to be bitten—but his mistake didn’t mean that the rest of us had to suffer. It wasn’t fair for Mom to have to clean up after his mess all the time, and it certainly wasn’t fair for him to remain unaware of the problems that his shedding was causing. He didn’t answer, but I could hear the loud thrash metal that he’d suddenly become addicted to, ever since transforming, and so I knew he was in there. I opened the door slightly, and almost gagged at the smell that met me. Teenage boys stink—we all know that. But the smell that penetrated my nostrils was more than just BO, it was a powerful, pungent stench…it immediately made me light-headed, and seemed to draw me in. Without even noticing, I had taken more deep breaths, over ...
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