Chapter 18 Werewolf Bro

"Mmm. You smell nice." Angel turned from her dresser to see her older brother, Jacob, leaning against the doorframe of her room. "I don't believe you, but thanks, I guess. I feel nasty from being outside all day. I was just about to shower."

"You need to. You're sweaty as hell, but that's not the scent I'm talking about." Upon seeing the confused expression cross his sister's face, he simply said, "It's time."

It took her another moment before she understood what he meant. "What? Already? The doctor said it would be at least another two months if not a full year. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay. I don't mind." Angel huffed. "I know you don't, but Mom and Dad do. And I might have something to say about it."

"They'll get over it. And so will you." Angel watched her brother approach. His slow movement was predatory and she felt a tingle of fear run through her as he stalked toward her.

"Seriously, we can't. I don't think I'm ready."

"We can and we will. Your body says you're ready. Besides, I've got your scent now so it's pretty much a done deal." When he stopped in front of her, Angel shivered under the gaze of her brother's ice blue eyes.

There was a feral look in them that contrasted with the calm of his voice. Glancing over his shoulder, she looked toward the open door. Jacob shrugged and shook his head slowly.

"You can try to run, but that's not going to stop me. And a chase will only make it worse for you."

"I was just thinking we should close the door." "Liar." Jacob grabbed one of her arms and dragged her to stand next to her bed then quickly undressed both of them.

Staring at his sister, he couldn't imagine why it took him so long to notice how beautiful and perfect she was. Five feet eight inches tall, her lean body was tight and fit from chores around the family farm and her limbs and face held a deep tan from constantly being outside while her shoulder length hair was sun-bleached.

Despite her obvious fear, the small, upturned nipples on her perky breasts were stiff with arousal and he could smell her pussy moistening as well. Her round face was flushed and her big, brown eyes surveyed him with wary expectation. At nineteen years old, she looked both like the teen she had been and the woman she would be.

Angel watched her brother intently, waiting for his next move. Twenty-four years old and well beyond puberty, roughly a year and a half ago he had added a good six inches to his height and now towered over her at a height of six feet four inches.

During that same time, his body had also swollen with rippling muscle and was now covered in a pelt of blond hair that he had not possessed before. A wave of musk reached her nose and she caught movement out of the bottom of her eyes.

Looking down, her eyes went wide as she watched her brother's c*ck grow. Not grow, but extend. The wet and shiny pink flesh steadily pushed out of a long, furry sheath. As more of it came into view, it slowly swelled and rose to just below horizontal, held down by its weight. It was not uniform in girth along the length, swelling to be slightly thicker in the middle than at the ends.

The tip was mostly a flat surface that tapered to an inch long point that extended out from the bottom beneath a hole that was already dilated and leaking precum. The syrupy substance collected on the pointed shelf below before slowly dripping off the end. As it neared its full thirteen-plus inches, Angel pursed her lips and furrowed her brow when the deflated sack at the base that would ultimately lock them together appeared, remembering how it had felt.

Between his muscular thighs, his large balls swayed heavily in their obscenely hairy sack. As she stared at them, she was sure she didn't imagine the testicles sliding around inside their home, visibly churning as production of his semen moved into high gear. In all, his genitals were completely inhuman in their canine appearance, fitting for the werewolf he had become.

She shivered as her brother placed his broad, callused hands on her ass and pulled her close. As he massaged her backside, the tips of his long, pointed nails dug into her flesh but all she felt was the throbbing of his wet c*ck pressed against her abdomen. Because of the difference in their height and the excessive length of his dick, the tip of it reached between the bottom of her heavy, milk-laden tits. As he slowly humped against her, she could feel him depositing precum in the narrow space between her tits. It mixed with the slippery, lubricating fluid that seeped out of the surface of his c*ck and allowed his length to glide effortlessly against her. Jacob gently guided Angel to sit on the edge of the bed then knelt on the floor between her legs. Leaning forward, he extended his long, lupine tongue and used it to lick and tease one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

The flow of warm, sweet fluid began almost immediately and he savored the flavor of her milk only briefly before switching sides to repeat the process. While his mouth moved back and forth consuming her tit juice, he used a hand to play around the sensitive folds between her legs. Careful not to injure her, he alternated using his nails to torment the sensitive skin and the callused pads of his fingers to then soothe it. He could smell her arousal growing and could feel the wetness seeping out of her. Each time his hand moved near the top of her opening, he drew close to but intentionally avoided touching the hard nub that peeked out of its hiding spot.

Angel moaned openly at the sensations coursing through her body. She knew she should warn him against drinking too much of her milk because she'd need to nurse soon, but his lips on her felt too good. She wanted to roll her hips against his hand, beg him to push a finger inside her, touch her clit, but his dangerous nails kept her immobile. She could feel the fire of arousal burn throughout her body and cursed that she couldn't completely surrender to it.