My Were-Brother Bit Me

Leandra J. Piper

Copyright 2012 by Leandra J. Piper

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When my older brother came home on break from school, he was acting particularly weird. Of course, I say brother, but he's adopted. We don't even look much alike. I can't even say we've ever been particularly close, but it didn't take much to notice how shifty and nervous he was seeming. It wasn't like he was trying to hide it, either, so I figured he wasn't doing anything like sneaking drugs into the house or something. Maybe he'd gotten a girlfriend at school or something. Made me glad I was just going to a college in town here, instead of away like he was.

Jason didn't much seem like he was interested in talking about it though, so I didn't much push him. Maybe it sounds mean but I had my own things to think about. I was on break too, but I had a bunch of projects due the week after class started again. Made me kind of glad our parents were out of town for the week on a vacation of their own. It was a lot easier to get things done if I could use the living room without them underfoot. Of course, having Jason around meant I would actually need to work on schoolwork instead of hosting some kind of party, but, well, whatever, I did need to get it done anyway.

It was getting on to around seven in the evening when I was finishing up for the day. I was kind of surprised when I realized how late it was. It was already getting dark enough that I could see the full moon from the kitchen window.

I was about to pick up the phone to order a pizza when I realized I should probably look in on Jason and see what he wanted. He hadn't stuck his head out of his room all day, and if he wanted to just sit around like a lump all day, that was fine, but if he didn't eat I'd be the one answering to our parents about it.

So I headed upstairs and knocked on his door. "Hey, Jason," I called. "I'm ordering pizza, what do you want?" He didn't answer me right away though, so I knocked again, louder.

"Jason? I know you're in there. Come on, you know Mom'll have my ass if I order in and you don't get anything." No matter how hard I knocked, though, he didn't answer me at all. He could be so infuriating sometimes. "Fine, Jason," I warned him. "I'm coming in." Not that he'd hear if he was asleep or something, but he couldn't say I didn't warn him, then.

The door was half-stuck so I had to give it a bit of a shove to get it open. My jaw just about hit the floor when I got the door open and looked inside, though. When did Jason get so... so ripped? He was never skinny or anything, but right now, he was standing flat against the back wall of his room, completely bursting with muscles. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, either... Not that that was a bad thing, it gave him a really rugged look. To be honest, I was too busy being so wowed at how sexy he looked, it took a minute for me to notice the panicked look he had in his eyes. "Jason?" I asked, warily.

"Oh, god, Sarah," he said, trying to sound urgent, but instead the growl he gave to his voice sent a shiver through me that left my panties feeling damp. "You have to get out of here, it's not safe." But to be honest, his words didn't really reach me all the way. He didn't have a shirt on, and the look of his chest was kind of drawing me in. My eyes traced down his arms, and I couldn't help but wonder what those big, clawed hands of his would feel like ripping my clothes off. Wait a minute. Clawed hands?

I just stared at him now. "What's going on, Jason?" I asked, taking a step closer to him.

He made kind of a low, warning growl at me. But, even as he did that, he kind of pushed off the wall, taking a heavy step toward me. His pecs flexed, and I could swear they were getting bigger right before my eyes. He took a quick look out the window, and my eyes followed. I couldn't tell what the problem was.

He seemed to, though, because he kept looking out the window. "Look, Sarah, I know you're not going to believe this but right now it's just more important you do what I say and let me explain later. I'm a werewolf and it's not safe for you to be here right now, so you need to me explain later. I'm a werewolf and it's not safe for you to be here right now, so you need to get out of here," he said all in a rush. And he was right, because I didn't believe him. A werewolf, really? I couldn't help but giggle. It kind of came out a little hysterically, though, when I realized I could almost see his hair growing.

Maybe my voice wasn't quite as confident as I wanted it to be when I said, taking a few steps more over to him, "Come on, there's no such thing as werewolves." I couldn't even really believe that anymore by the time I was halfway through the sentence, though. Jason had never really looked so wolfish before. "We're not kids anymore, that's not funny..." My voice trailed off. What little confidence I'd had in my voice before was completely gone now.

Jason was pushing himself harder against the wall now, like he was struggling to stay there. "Just, just trust me, Sarah. It's a full moon. Seriously, I'm changing, and there's only one thing that can keep me in control of my senses. And it's not something you can help me with. Just get out of here, Sarah. If you're right in front of me, I don't know if I can control myself."

Getting out made sense, but there was just something keeping me there. It was like I'd never noticed how hot he was before. It was like a thick kind of animal magnetism just oozing off of him. I just didn't want to go. "Just tell me what it is, Jason. Maybe I can help anyway. It doesn't hurt to tell me, right?"

He made a long, rumbling growl that made me shiver all over. "You can't help me," he said, voice going even more strained. "I don't know how it works but the only way to keep sane through the transformation is to have sex. And you're my sister, so you can't help at all with that."

Maybe it was that weird attraction I was feeling right now, but a crazy urge ran over me.

I wonder if I was even thinking, but I just up and pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. My bra wasn't fancy or anything, but Jason just gaped at the sight. I stepped a little closer. "What do you mean, I can't help you with that?" I said heavily. "It's not like we're related. And what's the alternative? You going off on a werewolf rampage? Of course I'll have sex with my hot brother to stop that."

Jason stared at me for one moment, then two. Then he was off the wall, practically pouncing on me. I gasped, as he pretty much ripped my bra off. He was so strong! His arms were huge, and he pushed me onto the ground with ease. I blushed, when I realized he meant to have me on all fours. Was it mean to think of it as doggy style when it was with a werewolf?

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