Breeding My Sister Behind Dad’s Back

by Amber FoxxFire

Book Cover: Breeding My Sister Behind Dad's Back

My 18-year-old, younger sister, Phoebe, was wild. From the moment she came of age, she admitted she had a crush on me. And she wasn't shy about it, either.

That night - while her friends were celebrating in the other room - she was giving me a blow-job in her bedroom.

That her best friend almost caught us in the act only lit her pussy on fire. From that moment on, she wanted to get caught.

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My 18-year-old, younger sister, Phoebe, was wild. From the moment she came of age, she admitted she had a crush on me. And she wasn't shy about it, either.

That night - while her friends were celebrating in the other room - she was giving me a blow-job in her bedroom.

That her best friend almost caught us in the act only lit her pussy on fire. From that moment on, she wanted to get caught.

Well, she didn't really WANT to get caught. But she wanted to come as close to it as possible.

To that end, we made out in so many different places all throughout the house - and even outside where the neighbors could see. It was wild.

But - until now - I hadn't taken her virginity. Phoebe had hinted that she was ready. She wanted to wait until the height of her fertility cycle to make dead certain she'd be pregnant.

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One night while laying together in my bed, she admitted to me that she'd always had a breeding kink. But she didn't want to be bred by just anyone - she wanted to be bred by me.

That stunned me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was pretty good looking - after all, I shared her genes - but it was quite gratifying knowing that she wanted me to be the one to put a baby in her belly.

The one rule she had, though, was that she wanted this to be our most dangerous session of all.

She wanted to fuck in dad's office, literally right behind him.

Dad had his own business that he ran from home and he'd taken over the den and made it his personal office.

Now, like I said, we'd made out in a bunch of potentially compromising places. But never had we been that bold!

Phoebe was a tall, shapely, Sandy-blonde bombshell of a sister. I couldn't believe how much she'd matured and filled out since turning 18. It was like a light had flipped on in her body.

Slight of build, she nevertheless was vivacious and had a devil-may-care attitude. I could actually believe that she secretly wanted to get caught.

I didn't - but playing along with her dangerous game was half the fun.

What the hell was she going to do if dad turned around and caught us shagging right behind him?

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