Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
So when I say I felt all alone, I mean I felt like I had no one in the world I could turn to. Of course, my new parents were nice and my new big brother seemed kind, if distant. But I didn’t really know them. And despite the eerie adoption ceremony, I didn’t really feel like I belonged to them either.
Which meant I was lying there, trying to cry quietly, but obviously not succeeding, since I managed to wake up Cole.
I remember freezing in my bed when I heard him come into my room. I had never had an older brother before, but I had heard awful stories from some of my friends who did. They talked about big brothers who locked them in the closet, or sat on their heads and farted in their faces, or hid under the bed and jumped out to scare them at night. I didn’t really know Cole yet—was he going to be that kind of big brother?
I was scared to find out.
But when he finally started talking, his deep voice was kind. He was handsome too—even back then. My big brother has thick black hair and these piercing blue eyes that seem to look right through you, but they were gentle that night. And he said such nice things—he told me I belonged to his family now and that he would care for me and protect me. He even hugged me and told me I wasn’t responsible for my parents’ deaths—which was a terrible fear I had been carrying ever since I’d heard those horrible gunshots and then found them dead in their bed.
Cole held me and let me cry and I breathed in his scent for the first time—it was dark and spicy and somehow completely masculine. It seemed to get inside me and fill me with warmth. For the first time that night I felt like I belonged…I felt like I was home.
And I was hopelessly in love with my big brother…even though I didn’t quite know it yet.
To be honest, I didn’t really understand my feelings for Cole until after my adoptive parents died and we spent those months together in his house. That’s because I’m what the Weres call a “dud” or a “blank”—a female Were that has Were DNA but never develops any Were characteristics. Meaning I never went into Heat or even had a partial Heat Cycle—for which I think my adoptive parents were extremely grateful. If you think a regular human teenager is a pain in the ass, you should see a female Were of the same age going through her first Heat Cycle.
There’s a reason Were parents pray for boys instead of girls, and that’s pretty much it.
As a dud, I didn’t have much of a sex drive and I was slow to develop too—extremely slow. I didn’t even really start to grow breasts until I was nearly twenty-one…at which point my body decided it would go crazy and give me huge ones, maybe to make up for all those years of being flat as pancake.
But though my body matured, my sex drive didn’t…until I spent that time with Cole.
It started innocently enough—I just wanted to be close to him. He was the only family I had left, after all, and I was grieving hard, missing my adoptive mom and dad so much I felt like I could hardly breathe some days. So snuggling up with Cole and being wrapped in his strong, muscular arms felt wonderful. He was the only source of love and safety and security I had left.
I never wanted to lose him.
But that wasn’t why I started trying to get even closer to Cole…in a way that brothers and sisters aren’t usually close. It was because being near him, breathing in his spicy, masculine scent every night, seemed to do something to my body. It woke me up in a way I never would have dreamed was possible.
All my life, it seemed, I’d been reading about sex, watching people in movies and TV wanting it, pursuing it, doing anything they could to get it. But until that time with Cole, I didn’t understand. What was the big deal about it, I used to wonder? Why did people care so much about love and romance and kissing and fucking?
But when my body woke up, it did it in a major way. Suddenly my nipples were tender and sensitive and my pussy was hot and wet. I found new pleasure in being cuddled up next to my big brother. It wasn’t just the way he made me feel safe and warm…it was the way my body reacted to his. I wanted him in ways I knew were probably wrong…but I couldn’t deny.
I wanted to be more than just Cole’s little sister, I finally admitted to myself. I wanted to do more than just hug and cuddle with him—I wanted to get closer—as close as possible. I wanted more than just platonic, brotherly love from him. I wanted to feel him inside me, taking me…owning me…making me his forever.