The Breed (8 page)

As he spoke, I felt a catching sensation deep
inside me—as though Lukas had snagged on something somehow. But
looking down, I saw that it was much more than the head of his cock
was inside me. Only the last two inches of his thick shaft remained
outside my body. The rest of his cock was buried deep in my
pussy—my
unprotected
pussy, I suddenly realized, since Lukas
wasn’t wearing a condom. Why hadn’t I asked him to put one on? I
really wasn’t thinking straight right now.

“Lukas,” I said, feeling uncomfortable. “I…we
shouldn’t be doing this. You should pull out now.”

“I will,” he promised, but he made no move to
slide out of me yet. “I’m just trying to understand. Your heat must
be progressing faster than I thought. The groove shows how ready
you are to be bred—for me to get this deep inside you on the first
try indicates…”

I didn’t care what it indicated. I was too
busy not to think about what I was doing and the fact that I was
doing it with my own brother. But at least we weren’t really
fucking, I comforted myself. Yes, he was inside me, his thick cock
stretching me to the limit. But at least he wasn’t thrusting and he
hadn’t reached the end of my channel. Really what we were doing was
just a kind of
experiment
. But there was still one thing I
didn’t understand.

“What’s the point of this?” I asked him,
nodding between us to where he was piercing me. “Why bother with
partial penetration at all? Why not just…fuck?” I felt my cheeks go
hot as I said it but really, what else was breeding but
fucking?

“Several reasons,” he said seriously.
“Partial penetration allows a female get used to having her mate
inside her. If she’s already felt the head of his cock and maybe
half of his shaft penetrating her pussy several times, feeling him
slide all the way into her isn’t so frightening.” He slid a little
way out of me and then back in again experimentally. “See? It’s not
so scary now that I’ve been in you awhile, is it?” he said
softly.

“N-no,” I stuttered as he did it again…and
then again. Part of my brain whispered that he was actually fucking
me now—that we were going way too far and it could only end badly.
But somehow I couldn’t ask him to stop,

“And second?” I asked softly as he pulled out
and thrust up into me again.

Lukas took a deep breath, as though he knew I
wasn’t going to like what he was going to say. “It lets him know
exactly when she’s most fertile. Because when her groove completely
disappears, he knows she’s ready to be bred. To be fucked and
filled with his cum.”

“Lukas, no!” I gripped his shoulders tightly.
“No, you can’t come in me! I’m not on any kind of birth control.
You could get me pregnant!”

“That’s extremely rare” he said, his hips
still rolling as he thrust up into my open pussy. “Conception
almost never happens with partial penetration.”

“But you’re almost all the way inside me,” I
pointed out. “And besides, you promised…” My voice broke. “Promised
you wouldn’t fuck me and come in me this time. Please, Lukas, you
promised.”

He stopped moving at once. “I did, didn’t I?
Oh, Lexie…I’m sorry. This is all still so new to you. It’s just
that I’ve been waiting so long…”

“I know you have been but Lukas, we shouldn’t
have done this. Shouldn’t have gone this far,” I said, my voice
shaking. “I can’t…can’t let you come inside me. So please…please
just take it out.”

“I will,” he promised again. “If you’ll kiss
me first. Please, Lexie, I’ve always wanted to taste your lips.
Kiss me while I have my cock buried inside you. Kiss me and let me
feel your pussy tight around me just this once.”

I couldn’t deny the pleading in his voice or
the sorrow in his eyes. “All right,” I whispered at last. “But…but
you have to promise to pull out after I kiss you. And we can never
do this again.”

He didn’t make me any promises but as his
lips met mine, I felt something melt inside me. He took my mouth
with a passion I couldn’t help but return, his tongue thrusting
into my mouth just as his cock was thrusting into my pussy. Filling
me, fucking me… Fucking, we were still
fucking
.

“Stop!” I pulled away, breaking the kiss
suddenly. “This has to stop now, Lukas.
Right now.”

“All right.” I could tell it caused him pain
but gripping my hips even harder he slid slowly out of me. I tried
but I couldn’t look away from the obscene sight of his thick cock
all slippery from my honey. From the slit in the broad head I saw
pearly droplets of cum forming. God, had he come in me, even a
little? Was I at risk right now?

It was that last thought that made me stand
up and get away from him. I needed a shower, needed to wash him off
me—out of me. I had to get away from him before I did something
else I regretted even more.

“Lexie?” There was a pleading in his voice, a
depth of desire I had never heard before and hoped to never hear
again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve just wanted you for so
long.”

“Lukas…” I sighed and put a hand to my head.
“Look it’s not that I don’t care about you—I
do
. And I know
what you said about being my predestined mate and I can feel some
of that—really I can. But you…you just have to give me time to wrap
my head around this whole thing. I mean, up until two days ago I
thought you were my
brother.
And now—”

“Lexie,” he said, frowning. “About that. I
think I should tell you—”

Just then I heard my phone chirping loudly
from the other room. It was Sylvia’s ring and I was instantly on
the alert. Was she all right? Did she have news for me?

“Hold that thought,” I told Lukas. “Just let
me grab this and make sure my friend is okay. She doesn’t usually
call unless it’s really important.”

He sighed and sat back on the couch. “I’ve
been waiting for you for years, sweetheart. I don’t think a few
more minutes will make a difference.”

I had to work to suppress a smile as I went
for the phone. Lukas really could be flattering when he wanted to
be. And with his black hair all tousled and his dark eyes still
half-lidded as they followed my every minute, there was no doubt he
was sexy. Maybe I
could
learn to think of him as something
other than my big brother in time. Maybe we could even have the
kind of relationship he seemed to crave from me.
And since we’re
not really
related, I thought, reaching for the phone,
anything is possible…

“Lexie?” Sylvia’s voice on the other end of
the phone sounded slightly breathless, as though something had
excited or agitated her. Since she was normally so calm and logical
I was immediately on the alert.

“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong exactly,” she said, as
though choosing her words carefully. “But there is something I
wanted you to know. Remember you asked me to do some research into
the mating cycle of the Breeders?”

“Of course,” I said, sitting on the edge of
the bed. “But I thought you couldn’t get to it until after
finals.”

“I made some time,” she said grimly. “Because
I remembered something—something I thought was important. But I
didn’t want to say anything to you until I verified it.”

“What?” I asked. “Just tell me, Sylvia.”

“It has to do with their reproductive
system—it’s really quite unique,” she began. My stomach was tied in
knots and I wanted to scream at her to get to the point but I knew
from long experience that you couldn’t rush Sylvia when she was
making a point.

“Okay,” I said. “Go on.”

“Well, the female has both a menstrual cycle
and a second cycle which is very similar to the estrus we were
talking about earlier.”

“I get it,” I said flatly. “She goes into
heat and needs the male to breed her.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Sylvia confirmed. “But
here’s the fascinating thing—after the male breeds her, if she gets
pregnant, two eggs are fertilized. Always and only two.”

“So Breeders always have twins?” I asked
blankly.

“Not exactly. You see, the first egg is
always male. The female carries him to term while her body holds on
to the other egg—keeping it in a kind of biological stasis. Then,
when her son is around one and a half years old, the second egg is
allowed to come out of stasis and gestate.
That
egg is
always a female.”

“That
is
weird,” I admitted. “But at
least she knows what to expect.”

“Lexie,” she said softly. “I don’t think you
quite understand what I’m getting at. The male and female—the
sister and brother—stay together for life. They’re a mated pair—a
breeding
pair.”

“What?” I yelped. “Are you telling me that
my—I mean her—the female Breeder—she…she…her predestined mate is
her
brother?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” she
said grimly. “I don’t know why you wanted this information, Lexie
but after I read some of the other traits of a female Breeder in
heat I…I thought you ought to know.”

I felt numb all over. “Thanks Sylvia,” I
said. “I…I really need to go now. There’s something I have to
do.”

“Of course,” she said. “We can talk about it
more over tea and coffee later this week.”

“Sure,” I said automatically. “I’ll see you
then. Thanks again.”

And then I hung up the phone, feeling hollow
inside.

“You…you…” My voice was shaking so much I
could barely speak. I stared at Lukas with genuine horror. “You let
me believe—”

“I let you believe what you wanted to
believe.” His eyes were hard. “What you
needed
to believe.
Please, Lexie—”

“You’re my brother!” I exploded, pointing a
finger at him. “You really are my actual, biological
brother.”

“Yes.” He nodded, not trying to deny it.
Somehow the calm despair on his face made things worse.

“You told me we were adopted…stolen…”

“We were,” he said harshly. “But I never told
you we were taken from different parents.
You
made that
little assumption yourself.”

“But you let me!” I accused. “You led me
on—”

“Because we
need
each other,” he
interrupted. “I know how you were raised—what we both were raised
to believe. But believe me, Lexie, Earth taboos don’t apply to
us—they’ll only kill us.”

“I don’t buy that for a minute,” I snapped.
“I don’t buy any of your bullshit anymore, Lukas.”

His eyes went suddenly soft and sad. “Lexie,
please. I know we went farther than you meant to, but—”

“Farther than I meant to?” I laughed harshly.
“You were
fucking
me, Lukas. And I…I was letting you.
Letting my own brother fuck me.” I put a hand to my head, feeling
dizzy and ill. “God, I can’t believe it. What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re in heat,” he said simply. “And you
need me. Your body needs mine. It doesn’t matter how we were raised
or how you think of me—sooner or later you’re going to have to
listen to your body and not your stupid conscious.”

“Oh, so now I’m stupid for not wanting to
commit incest with you?” I demanded.

He frowned. “I didn’t say
you
were
stupid—just the things you’ve been taught. Let me guess what’s
going on in your head right now—it’s probably all the crap you
learned from Mom. ‘Be ladylike. Don’t cross your legs at the knee.
Don’t spit in public dear, it’s not good breeding…’”

“And letting you fuck me
is
good
breeding?”

Lukas smirked but his eyes were hard. “In a
way, you could say it is. Or it would be if you’d let me finish.
You’re going to have to soon, you know.”

“Or what?” I snapped?

Lukas’ face was suddenly deadly serious. “Or
you’ll die, Lexie,” he said softly. “What your body needs it can
only get from mine. You need my cock all the way inside you—filling
your pussy to the hilt—to soothe the ache and end your heat.
Without it, your hormones will just keep escalating until your
heart can’t take it any more.”

“That’s crazy.” I stared at him
incredulously. “I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged. “Believe me or not, it’s the
truth. Look, I’ll leave you now.” Standing, he refastened his pants
and straightened his shirt. “Do some research of your own if you
want and call me when you need me. Because you
will
need me,
Lexie. I guarantee that.” His eyes were suddenly sad. “I just wish
you wanted me as well.”

Lukas was right.

The pain in my nipples and breasts got bad
almost at once. Wearing the Breeder outfit helped some but not
enough. And then the ache in my pussy began. It was a deep, empty
need, a yearning to be filled like nothing I had ever experienced
before. And though I knew exactly what I needed, I resisted it with
all my might.

Lukas had left me his phone number, scrawled
on a piece of paper by the scotch bottle on the bar. I guess he’d
figured rightly that I would see it there while I was trying to
drown my sorrows—and the ever growing pain.

I made it for three days and I don’t even
know how I went that long. By the end it was just sheer, dogged
determination because everything hurt and burned and throbbed. I
couldn’t walk without pain and could barely stand to take a shower.
Even the soft flow of water over my nipples and pussy was too much
to bear.

And it wasn’t just the pain—it was the need.
The endless loop of desire that played out in my brain and my
entire body for that matter. My body was demanding that I do
something and unfortunately I knew exactly what it wanted. I just
wasn’t ready to give in to those demands yet.

But finally, on the fourth night after I had
sent Lukas away for the second time I reached for my phone. I knew
what I had to do—or what I had to let
him
do, anyway. There
was just no other way—nothing eased the pain. Pain meds just dulled
it and even the strongest sleeping pills only let me get a few
restless, fitful minutes of sleep before the need woke me up again.
I couldn’t go on this way. Couldn’t stand it anymore.