The Breed by EL Anders

right,” he murmured. “Once you get used to
my hands and mouth on your body, all this will be much easier.”
    “But I don’t want to get used to
that,” I protested. “You’re my—”
    He held up a hand. “Don’t start with that
again, please. Now come on, step out of your skirt and let’s get
you into the rest of the outfit.”
    Feeling like a life sized doll, I allowed him
to slip off my skirt and panties while I just stood there. Lukas
knelt in front of me to help which put his face right at the level
of my inner thighs. I wanted desperately to cross my legs but I
just couldn’t bear the pain—so instead I had to bear my big
brother’s scrutiny.
    When he saw my bare pussy, he shook his head
and let out a low whistle. “No wonder you’re in pain,” he murmured.
“Look how swollen you are. Your little cunt lips are all puffy and
hot and your honey is already flowing.”
    He reached forward to spread my thighs for a
closer look but I twisted my hips to one side. “Don’t, Lukas,” I
whispered. “Please.”
    He frowned. “All right, let’s get you
dressed. Here, step into these.” He held out the black leather
panty-skirt combination, helping me step into it as though I was a
child he was dressing.
    I bit my lip as I watched him draw it up my
thighs. I was waiting for the pain—for the rough sensation of the
harsh leather rubbing against my tender pussy. But the pain never
came and when I looked down, I could see why.
    The open panel of the skirt kept the black
leather away from my most sensitive area. The panties that were
attached had a deep V cut that completely exposed my entire slit,
letting anyone who looked at me see the pale blond fuzz at the top
of my pussy and my tender outer cunt lips. I felt incredibly
exposed. But what Lukas did next made it even worse.
    “Here.” He was still kneeling in front of me
and now he reached under the abbreviated front flap of the panties
and pulled out one of the thin straps I’d seen earlier.
    “Wait a minute—what are you doing?” I
demanded as he positioned me.
    “Putting everything in place. Look here.” He
was already spreading my legs wide and I felt my heart starting to
pound.
    “Lukas…” I whispered but he was still working
on me.
    Carefully, he opened my pussy lips until the
glistening folds of my inner cunt were clearly visible. Then he
slid a thin black strap over each of my outer lips, holding them
open and putting me on display. With my pussy lips spread wide and
held in place, my clit looked like a glistening pearl framed in
black leather.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at
myself. “You can’t seriously think I’ll wear this. I can’t even
believe I let you put it on me.”
    “Think about it, Lexie.” Lukas’s deep voice
was practical but his black eyes were hot. “Your clit is too
sensitive right now to have anything touching it—even your pussy
lips. They have to be held back, out of the way and that’s exactly
what the straps do. They also let your cunt honey flow more
freely.”
    “I…I thought it was nectar,” I murmured
numbly, looking down at the juices that now coated my inner thighs.
Letting Lukas touch me so intimately had had a greater effect on me
than I wanted to admit.
    “Nectar comes from your nipples,” he lectured
softly. “Honey comes from your cunt. It’s sweeter and more slippery
to ease penetration.”
    “What…what are you talking about?” I
whispered, still looking down. “You told me that girls as young as
fifteen come into heat—are you saying they actually have sex that
young?”
    “No, not until they’re of age,” he said. “And
even then they don’t get fully bred.”
    I frowned. “If they don’t get ‘fully bred’
then what happens?”
    Lukas rose and took me by the hand. “Now that
you’re more comfortable, let’s go sit down and I’ll tell you about
it.”
    “All right.” I took a hesitant step and was
surprised to find that I had no pain at all. As