Breeding the Family [MF]

We’ve always been a close family, the five of us spending a lot of time together over the years. Growing up, we’ve stayed in the same home. It’s a two story suburban house, with ample lawn and foliage spread throughout the front and back gardens. Most of the living spaces and my parents bedroom are down stairs, whilst our bedrooms were all on the second floor.

Luckily, being the oldest meant I had the first choice of rooms. Naturally I picked the biggest room, with the best lighting and it’s own ensuite. It’s always been a point of contention, as my younger sister also chose a decently sized room, whilst my youngest sister had to have the smallest one, sandwiched between my other sister’s and their shared bathroom. It’s great to be the eldest, hey?

It was also probably harder for my youngest sister, as she’s several years our junior, whilst we are barely a year apart. This meant we spent a lot of time together over the years and have developed a very close bond. Ever since my youngest sister turned 18, she’s been acting weird around me and I’m not entirely sure why.

Anyway, today I was bored in the evening as usual. Without really thinking about it, I decide to walk into my younger sister’s room. Her door’s closed. She never closes her door and has always said she’s happy to see me. Not thinking much of it, I slowly open the door and see her.

She’s sprawled out on her back wearing her pyjamas, clutching a book in her hands. She’s wearing a a faded vintage Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of briefs which hug her hips tightly. As my eyes fall on her, I can see her blushing, her cheeks developing into a deep crimson red. She looks at me anxiously, hesitating for a second like she’s been caught. “I know you steal my underwear all the time, it’s not a surprise” I say reassuringly. She looks back at me, “Oh, I didn’t realise you knew that. They’re just so comfy, I couldn’t help myself” she squeaks, whilst the guilt of being caught is still etched into her face.

My brow furrows a little, “That’s not why you’re a little shy right now” I say, as her eyes widen further. I catch her fingertips tighten around the tattered book in her hands. “What are you reading?” I say bluntly. She closes the book, the pages brushing lightly against her fingertips. “N..Nothing” she says as she she sits up and holds the book closer to her. I take a step forward. “It’s none of your business” she squeals, trying to get me to back off. “Why wont you tell me?” I ask quizzically.

She doesn’t know how to respond, so I just walk right up next to her. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, whatever it is” I say to her. Her cheeks darken even further as she gulps slowly, her throat almost moving in slow motion. “I just don’t want you to judge me” she says. “I promise, I wont judge you” I reply. “Now hand it over.”

Her hand moves slowly towards mine, almost shaking as she passes it to me. “Wait” she says, “I’d rather tell you about it” than have you read it slowly. I’m quite surprised she’s stopped me from reading the book, but am extremely curious. “Ok, go ahead” I say.

She pauses for a second. “Well” she says, trying to find the words, “It’s a book about a woman in medieval times who’s husband’s a gallant knight. One of the most proud in all the lands” she says, as I interrupt her. “Oh, ok, see that’s nothing to be ashamed about” I start, before she stops me. “Just let me finish” she says with a hint of annoyance in her voice. I nod in reply.

“And, as her husband is always away, she becomes lonely whilst getting sucked into the drudgery of menial tasks. She’s unbred, never having had a child to him, as he’s always away” she continues. I just nod again not wanting to interrupt. “One lonesome night she wishes that she’d fall pregnant and have a child, so she could fulfil her life’s purpose of being bred and becoming an obedient mother.” I let all my judgement fall away and just get lost in her story.

“The next night she’s alone again, staring up at the bright full moon, praying to be bred as there’s a heavy handed knock at the backdoor. She thinks it’s weird that he’s arriving so late, but she’s ecstatic that her prayer’s been heard by the benevolent god.”

She adjusts herself at this point, moving over to allow me to lay next to her on the bed. The conditioner she uses always smells amazing. We’re just inches apart and I’m listening intently to her story.

“She gets up and walks to the door, adjusting her hair before happily opening it. Just as the door’s ajar, she sees a cloaked figure, several feet taller than her husband. He’s more beast than man, his taught muscles still evident under several layers of clothing. In this split second, fear encompasses her entire being. She should scream, but she can’t muster even the faintest of noises. Before she can do anything, the cloaked figure grabs her, muffling her mouth with his giant hairy hand and sweeping her off her feet.”

She swallows again and exhales slowly. I can’t help but look at her neck move. She looks back at me and can tell I’m starting to enjoy her story, as she smirks to herself and continues. “Time passes, seconds, minutes, hours, she can’t tell. But she finds herself in the dampness of the forest, surrounded by the sounds of nature. Even in the pitch black, she can she the yellow eyes glistening and the musky scent of this cloaked figure taking over her. He grunts deeply, a darkness that needs to be satisfied. She’s petrified, but doesn’t want to get hurt, so she starts to disrobe, slowly undoing her tunic and allowing it to fall at her feet, presenting herself just for him.”

“Through all the fear, her body echoed his desire. So affected by this beast across from her. Her pleading and praying for nights on end to be bred had worked. She couldn’t help how her body felt” she said, her voice trailing off. We basically hadn’t stopped looking at each other this whole time but as she stops she looks away slightly embarrassed.

“So?” I ask. “Tell me what happens next.” She shakes her head. “I can’t” she says. “Why have you not read it?” I ask slightly frustrated. She looks away again. “No, I have, I just don’t know if I should tell you” she says innocently. I hold myself back from rolling my eyes, “It’s just a story” I retort, “Now out with it. Tell me what happens.” Surprised at how harsh I’m being, she continues without thinking.

“Well, there’s a bit of backstory. Even though she’s married, she has never had sex with her husband. He was called into action on their wedding night. They never had premarital sex due to the strict laws at the time. So she’s never even seen a man naked or been naked in front of a man. She was shocked when the cloaked figure just pushed her back into the tree and leant his body weight into her, as she spread to accommodate his thickness” she said, trying to see my reaction. “Go on” I reply, she couldn’t stop now.

“Over the next few chapters, she learns to be faithful to her husband and become a good girl” she says. I just glare at her. “Shut up” I say with my voice raised. “You’re not holding out on me with this.” She looks back at me, “Read it yourself, it looks like you were enjoying it” she quips. Without thinking, I just grab at the book, snatching it out of her hands. I can still see where the page is marked from where she was reading before.

I open the book.

“She’s been shackled there, waiting for hours, hoping she’ll enjoy his warmth again, no matter how rough he may be” I read slowly in the deepest voice I can muster. “Really?” she asks me. “I listened to you” I quip back. “Fiiinnee” she replies. I continue reading. “She loves being all his. Ready to be bred and taken as he pleases. Dreaming of the moment he’ll come back and take her” I say.

When I look over, her eyes are closed, her hand tracing slowly up her thigh. Maybe she could feel the heat of my eyes looking at her, or maybe it’s because I stopped reading, but she opens her eyes, looking just as guilty as when I first walked in. “You stopped?” she blurts out. I smirk at her. “I couldn’t help but notice you had your eyes closed” I tease. “Yeah, so?” she says back. “I was just trying to visualise the story. You know I’m a visual person.” I nod as I reply, “I know, no need to get defensive now” I say slightly condescendingly. “It’s ok to enjoy this kind of thing. These thoughts you were having were normal” I say more reassuringly. She looks stunned. “I uh..uhh don’t know what to even say” she replies, whilst she’s still blushing. “You don’t have to say anything, I can tell” I say back.

She pauses for a second. “You sure you aren’t being judgemental” she says. I just stare back blankly. “I like that he’s taking her when he shouldn’t. I like that she does whatever he wants. That he’s all she can think about. I love that he marks her and shackles her, and I really love that he breeds her every single time they fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear Mr I-Can-Tell what you mean” she says authoritatively. I can’t lose to her on this. There’s no way I can back down. “You love that he’s a beast don’t you. That he’s breaking all the rules and dragging her away, all because he wants her more than anyone else” I say.

“I’m pretty similar to her. I’m home all the time and all I want is to be taken and used” she says honestly. “I dream of it everyday and every night. To just be bred and used, it’s all I can think about” she says. I’m stunned but reply without thinking. “So you just want to be completely used and bred, all day?” She nods, “Yeah this book really brought something out in me” she says excitedly.

She sits up, her arm leaning against mine. Reaching over, her fingers graze against mine, as she takes the book from my hand softly. She flicks back through a few chapters and eagerly looks up at me. “Something changed in me when I read this chapter. My mind just hasn’t stop running. I can’t concentrate on anything else” she says earnestly as her eyes look down at the page.

“He pinned her down, the glowing moon casting shadows and light around her curves. She had waited all day for him, and couldn’t bare another agonising second without him taking over her” I read slowly. She looks coyly at me. “See what I mean, I just…”she says, as she exhales and flicks her hair back, her sweet scent hitting me. Her hand moves reflexively down toward her upper thigh, but she seems to catch herself placing it further up her leg. “You’ve had a sexual awakening” I say nonchalantly. “Yeah, a bit like you with those long showers you used to take” she replies. “What, no one’s ever mentioned that” I reply slightly surprised. “We used to talk about it all the time. Those half hour showers you’d take, morning and night. It’s not like it was some secret” she says honestly. “Yeah I guess not” I say realising how obvious it must have been.

“So, what’d you think about, anyway?” she asked. “Lots of things. Sometimes porn but mostly other people” I say truthfully.

“Like real people?”

“Yeah, mostly. Sometimes it’d be someone I know well, or sometimes it’d be someone I just saw randomly. You know, those people who you can’t help but notice. Like they etch themselves into you in an instant and you can’t help but be affected by them”

“I get that, did you ever think about anyone I know?”

“Uhhh, yeah I did” I say slightly embarrassed.

“I bet it was Lily”

“How could I not? There was that time I saw her at your 18th. She didn’t leave my mind for a while after that”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, of course. Also I remember you going to bed early for the next few months. Every time I’d get up to grab a drink of water, you’d have a soft light flowing from your room. I always assumed it was your lamp.”

I’m almost too shocked to respond. “Does everyone know about that?”

“No, don’t worry. I never told anyone else. You were sexually awakened then too”

“Too?”

She blushes. “I mean, you were sexually awakened then”

“No. You said too. Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“Don’t play coy. I always thought you were the innocent one”

“I am. Mostly…”

“Right”

“Well, it’s not like you were quiet”

“You could fucking hear me??”

“Not always. Sometimes you’d grunt, or be a bit more vocal”

“And what? You realised you were missing out?”

“All I heard was a young horny man, who needed a release. I couldn’t help how my body responded”

My eyes widen as I realise what she’s saying. “And? You’d listen in every night?”

“I had to be quiet, but I just couldn’t help it. I’d try and race against you and usually win”

“What are you saying right now?” I ask, my hand just falling onto her leg without thinking.

“You heard what I said”

“Well since you’ve confessed, I might have to admit something too”

“Go on”

“You remember a few days after your 18th. There was that morning where everyone else was out for brunch and I walked into the bathroom thinking no one was there?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well -”

“Ohhh you mean that time where you walked in on me”

“I didn’t meant to, but I caught a glimpse of you just after you got out of the shower. You didn’t have the light on, so I thought no one was in there. Even though I only caught a glimpse, I never forgot anything”

“Yeah, did you ever?”

“Did I ever?”

“C’mon you know what I mean”

“Of course I did. I never really thought about Lily at all. It was always you”

“Me?”

“Yeah. There hasn’t been a day since then”

“Shhh, you don’t need to say anymore” she says as her hands fall into my lap, as I realise my cock is growing with each word being said.

“Maybe I said too much. I haven’t come for a few days, and my mind’s just a blur.

“It’s alright. I can get that way too. It’s been a few days for me as well”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, right. Well, do you mind if I borrow that book now?”

“Really? Like right now?”

“I just need to clear my mind”

“Well so do I and it’s my book, so”

“So what. I’ll use it first and then you can have it”

“No way. I’ll need it for a while. And it’s my book”

“Fuck. Well why not keep it fair and both of us don’t use it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well instead of me leaving and you hearing me anyway, why don’t we just turn the light off and stay here so neither of us can use it”

“Uh, I don’t know” she says anxiously

“There’s no difference. You can’t see anything and the walls are paper thin anyway”

“I get that, I just don’t want anything to change”

“It wont. It’s a one time thing just to make sure neither of us gets left out from having the book”

“Ok, no problem. Just promise me this doesn’t leave this room”

“I promise” I say as I squeeze her thigh.

We both lift our hands off each other and I slowly get up to get off her bed. Out of the corner of my eye I notice her nipples are hard against her shirt. I can’t help but glance over and just take her in. My cock’s already throbbing against my pants. Getting up, I turn the light switch off and walk back to the bed.

Undoing my belt, I let my pants fall to my feet at the foot of the bed. All I can see outlines in the darkness, my eyes still not adjusting. As I lay down, every other sense is enhanced. I can feel the softness of the sheets against my skin, finally understanding her higher thread count. Her scent a mix of her conditioner and subtle hints of her perfume. And punctuating the perfect silence, I can hear her breathing, slightly labored, as she takes slow deep breaths in and out.

Although I can’t see anything, I know that she is laying almost perfectly still. Not giving away anything. I’m sure she’s feeling the same. Taking me completely in with her senses.

My balls have been aching all day needing me to unload them everywhere. Precum is already oozing from my tip. I just know that I need my release soon. But I still fall into my usual routine. Running my hands under my shirt, up my abs and lightly circling my nipples. My body reflexively responds to my own touch, my hips bucking slightly upwards, and feet dragging slightly across the sheets, as I exhale slowly, bracing for the intensity of touching my nipples.

I hold off for another second, until I give in, twisting my nipples together and moaning out in pleasure. As I do, I hear her hands running along the sheets. I can feel her movements in the bed. It sounds like fabric on fabric, as her arms are moving upwards, and my mind realising she’s pulling her shirt up. The sound continues for a few more seconds, as I trace my hands around my torso again.

She exhales and whimpers softly. It’s one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard. My cock aches again, pressing against my pants, begging to be released and attended to. I tug at my nipples again and don’t hold back any of my arousal, properly grunting in pleasure. Her next whimper grows into a moan, the sweetness of her ecstasy almost too much to bear. Her breaths are becoming more and more intense with each passing second.

I take my shirt off to relax more, and without thinking toss it to her side of the bed. She breathes in deeply and slowly and then moans out, slightly muffled. My mind races as I imagine her mouth stuffed with my shirt, overwhelmed by my pheromones, all mine for the taking.

Within no time, I hear the sound of her wetness against fabric. She moans out again and again, and I realise she’s going to try and beat me. Without rushing, I trace my hand down my abs and lift up the band of my underwear, my cock pushing up well past my bellybutton. I can feel my precum on my skin, and grab my shaft, slowly moving my thumb down the sensitiveness of my tip. I groan out again, my left hand clutching the sheets with white knuckles, as I can barely contain my arousal.

I slowly stroke all the way down to the base of my shaft, my hand covered with precum, as my eyes roll back in my head from pleasure. It’s been four days, but it feels like a lifetime.

She moans out again, “mmmm” ,”ohhh”, almost pleading with herself for her release. I feel her weight shift on the bed. It feels like her legs are moving up in the air, as she hastily takes my briefs off. I’m not sure if she meant to, but it lands partially on my face. The smell of her sex overwhelming me.

The wet patch on her underwear just resting against my nose and mouth. Reacting reflexively, my lips open as I suck on her wetness. It’s deliciously sweet but still full. Never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone would taste this good. Moving again, I grab her underwear and wrap them around my cock, letting my precum mix with her juices. My balls are aching to cum, but I hold back not wanting to waste this moment.

Focusing back on her, I can hear her finger slowly moving back and forth, each slight movement echoed with the sounds of her pleasure. “Mmm, oh my god’ she moans, as her finger starts pushing deeper.

“Fuck” I grunt out. This is the most turned on I’ve ever been.

“I, ohhh, I really need, mmmm, to cum” she slips out between moans.

“Me too, I’m getting close” I say between bated breaths.

Her hand picks up pace, as all we can hear are our bodies edging ever closer. I bring my left hand down and start teasing my balls as I’m furiously stroking my cock. I grunt out again as I hear her circling her clit and fingering herself. Her soaked pussy hungrily taking everything she can give.

‘Ohh, I’m. Ohh fuck. I’m going to, ohh, beat you” she moans out far too satisfied with herself.

My hands start trembling as I’m so close. My whole body gearing up to just let go. I’m stroking up and down the head of my dick with one hand, as my other hand starts jacking off the base of my cock. I’m just about to pass the point of no return.

“Fuckkkk” she moans out. “Ohh, ohh, ohh” her moans getting higher each time. I grunt out almost about to cum.

“Ohh, ohh, I’m cumming” she yells out, as her moans crescendo upwards with her orgasm.

The sound of her beautiful agony sends me completely over the edge, as I moan, and shoot rope after rope of hot cum onto my abs and chest. I’m still stroking, my finger running rapidly up and down my frenulum and head of my cock, milking each and every drop.

As her moans slowly fade out, I shoot the last two ropes of cum each audibly spraying out and landing on my chest.

For the next few seconds we both just sit in silence. Neither of us wanting to tarnish our shared experience with clumsily saying something.

My hands fall to my side and it accidentally brushes hers. I feel a hit of warmth and electricity run through my body. Her touch driving me wild as we lay there in bliss for a while longer.

She breaks our silence, but the softness of her voice is still a pleasure. “Can you pass my underwear?” she says innocently.

I decide not to mention what happened with them, and just pick them up and hand them over.

“Pass me my shirt too” I say back to her, as I fumble around her bedside table for some tissues before I put the shirt and underwear back on. As we both lay there, no longer on display, she slowly moves toward me, nestling her head into my chest.

“Is this ok?” she whispers, as I enjoy feeling her against me. We’ve hugged before in our pyjamas but this feels different. Even though we’re both mostly covered the energy between us has completely changed.

“Of course” I say, as I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. We lay there and doze off to sleep, as I wander what tomorrow will bring.

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Originally intended this to be all over in one story, but as I started writing I realised there’s more here that I’d like to explore. This is mostly for myself, but let me know if you enjoyed this/would like to see where it develops.

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