The Breed (6 page)

I looked at them blankly. They were pure
black with some kind of gold design stitched into the leather.
“What are these?”

“The traditional garments worn by a woman or
girl in heat on Breedlow,” he said. “Go on, put them on.”

“I don’t think so.” The clothing felt
incredibly soft and supple under my fingertips but if I couldn’t
even stand to have silk against my tender flesh, I couldn’t imagine
how I would deal with leather. “I don’t think it’s necessary to
play dress-up in order to learn about my ‘native culture,’” I told
Lukas. “You can just tell me about it if you really want me to know
so badly.”

He sighed. “Why does everything have to be a
fight with you, Lexie? This outfit is specifically made to help you
get through your heat with the minimum of pain and discomfort. Now
will you just put it on?”

“These are going to ease my pain?” I looked
at the small stack of leather clothes in my lap suspiciously.
“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said firmly. “Now will you
wear them or not?”

“I’ll give them a try,” I said grudgingly.
“But I’d better see some results pretty quick—I don’t like wearing
anyone else’s clothes.”

“These aren’t anyone else’s.” Lukas said
softly. “I had them made just for you—tailored to your exact
measurements. They should fit like a glove.”

“Oh, all right,” I sighed, standing up and
hobbling toward the bathroom. “I’ll give them a try.”

To my surprise, Lukas came with me.

“What are you doing?” I snapped. “I’m sure I
can manage myself.”

“They’re complicated,” he said firmly,
shutting himself into the bathroom with me. “Just let me help you
get into them the first time and you can do it yourself the next
time.

If there even is a next time,
I
thought but didn’t say. “Fine.” I threw up my hands. “You can help
me. Just be sure to keep your hands to yourself.”

His eyes flashed. “I’ll do my best,
Sis
.”

I knew he was making a point about how we
both were and weren’t related but I chose to ignore his sarcasm.
Instead, I concentrated on figuring out my new black Breeder
clothes.

The top seemed to be some kind of a
close-fitting tank top. It was sleek and lovely with a deep V front
that would show the inside curves of my full breasts.
Unfortunately, it also had two holes in the front for my nipples to
stick out of.

“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” I asked,
looking at Lukas. “You brought me a nippleless shirt to wear? Are
we suddenly making a porno together?”

“It’s purely practical,” he assured me.
“Think about it, Lexie—most of your pain is caused by having
something—your blouse, your bra—rub against your nipples. They’re
too sensitive to let anything touch them right now.” His black eyes
were suddenly half lidded. “Anything but my mouth, anyway. The
Breeders know that—which is why they created garments to both
support and expose the sensitive areas of a female in heat at the
same time.”

“This thing has support?” I eyed the black
leather tank top dubiously. It didn’t exactly look like a cross
your heart bra.

“You’ll be surprised. Try it on,” my brother
urged. “Here, it opens in the front.” He carefully unlatched a long
row of hooks and eyes which I hadn’t noticed earlier because they
were camouflaged so well. Then he held it out for me like a jacket.
“Here.”

Well, at least I didn’t have to drag the
leather down over my stinging nipples. With a sigh I let him slip
my arms into the tank—which was actually more of a vest—and fasten
me up.

Once I had it on, it really did seem
surprisingly supportive. There were actually cups sewn into the
inside. Not
just
cups, though—when my full breasts fit into
them they seemed to put pressure on me—squeezing in just the right
way.

“They help the flow of the nectar,” Lukas
explained as he carefully fastened the last hook and eye which
rested right below the level of my cleavage. “How does it
feel?”

“Different…better,” I admitted slowly. “But
it looks completely obscene.” It did, too. Looking at myself in the
bathroom mirror all I could see was a girl with long white-blonde
hair wearing a black leather vest that would have looked normal if
not for her deep red nipples poking out the front of it.

“It looks beautiful,” Lukas said softly.
“When a female comes into heat on Breedlow, she shows it off. Here,
just let me make sure it’s adjusted properly.” Leaning down he
sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, drawing hard to make sure
both my nipple and areola were thrusting out of the silver-dollar
sized hole.

I bit back a gasp as I watched him in the
mirror. God, would I ever get used to this? Used to the sight of my
big brother sucking my nipples as casually as he might give me a
kiss on the cheek? But for now, at least, it seemed to be
necessary.
But I don’t care what he says,
I told myself as
he sucked the second nipple, making sure it stuck out far enough.
It’s not going any further than this.

His hot mouth on my tender flesh sent sparks
of pleasure straight to the spot between my thighs. I shifted
uncomfortably and had to bite back a yelp as my pussy reminded me
how sensitive it was. If I didn’t know better, I would think that
letting Lukas suck my nipples was actually making the problem
between my legs worse. But that didn’t make sense—did it?

“There.” Finally he straightened up and
looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “Now that you’re positioned
properly in the top your nectar will flow more freely and you won’t
have any friction to cause you pain.”

“Thanks, I think.” I raised my arms
experimentally, trying out the fit but the moment I moved I felt
the cups sewn in the Breeder vest squeezing me. A sudden rush of
the sticky golden-clear honey came from my nipples and dripped onto
the black leather of the vest. “I’ve ruined it all ready!” I
exclaimed but Lukas shook his head.

“The leather is treated specially to
withstand nectar stains. It brushes right off—see?” Reaching down
he wiped the clear droplets away with one finger. Then, his eyes
never leaving mine, he licked it clean.

“Your nectar is sweeter today—your heat must
be really progressing.” His voice was a soft growl.

“Which means?” I looked at him fearfully.

“Put on the rest of the outfit and I’ll tell
you.” He looked at the tan business skirt which I was still
wearing. It looked completely out of place with the black
nippleless Breeder vest. Clearly something was going to have to
change.

Sighing, I unfolded the bottom of the outfit.
It appeared to be some kind of skirt with a pair of built in soft
leather panties cut low—very low in the front. There was also an
open panel in the front of the skirt and a bewildering away of
straps that made me frown.

“What
is
this?” I said, turning the
black leather creation from side to side. “Are you sure you know
how to put it on?”

“Take off your skirt and panties and I’ll
show you,” he murmured.

Despite what we’d been doing earlier, I felt
suddenly shy. I had never showed my body to anyone before—not even
Richlow who always complained because I made him turn off the
lights before we had sex. And this was Lukas—my brother, no matter
what he said. Surely it would be wrong to let him see me naked from
the waist down.

“You know, maybe I can figure it out myself,”
I said, starting to edge away. “Maybe—”

Lukas caught me by the arm. “You’ll never get
it in a million years. Come on, Lexie—let me help you.”

I bit my lip. “I would but…”

“You’re shy?” He laughed softly. “That’s all
right, sweetheart. It’s only hard because it’s the first time.
Isn’t it easier to let me suck your nipples now?”

I could feel my cheeks heating. “Maybe
too
easy,” I mumbled.

Lukas kissed my hot cheek gently. “That’s
just because it feels so 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 wildly kinky as the
black leather vest and skirt looked, they actually worked. Oh, my
nipples still throbbed and my clit still felt so sensitive I was
sure anything would set me off but at least there were no more
sharp, stabbing pains.

Lukas must have seen the look on my face
because he smiled. “It’s better, isn’t it?”

“Much,” I admitted. “Although there’s no way
I’m wearing it out in public.”

“You would if we were on Breedlow,” he told
me, sinking onto the loveseat and settling me beside him. “A female
displays her heat proudly there—it’s an outward sign of her
femininity and fertility.”

“I can’t imagine that,” I said, shaking my
head. “Can’t imagine parading around with my…with everything
hanging out.”

“It doesn’t start like that,” he assured me.
“It’s a gradual process. You see, females on Breedlow have
menstrual cycles the same way humans do but unlike a human female,
a female of the Breed isn’t considered sexually mature until she
comes into heat three or four years later.”

“But she still isn’t of age, right?” I
asked.

Lukas nodded. “Right. During her first few
heats she wears the outfit and displays her assets to the rest of
the tribe. It’s a status thing more than anything else—by showing
off her nipples, wet with nectar and her pussy, slippery with
honey, she’s letting everyone know what a fertile female her future
mate will be getting. And he, of course, takes every opportunity to
ease her pain in public.” Leaning forward, he captured one of my
tight nipples in his mouth and sucked, as though to illustrate his
point.

“Lukas…” I protested feebly but I didn’t try
to stop him when he sucked the other nipple too. The fact was, it
felt too good and anyway, it really
was
necessary, I told
myself.

“He just sucks her breasts at first,” he
murmured, looking up at me. “Later, as her heats become stronger
and more prolonged, he eases her pain
here
, too.” One large
hand slipped down between my thighs and cupped my spread pussy.