Work Text:
Somewhere in the Midwest, 1974
“Wow, this place looks even sketchier than I expected.”
Logan glanced up from unloading the van, first at his sister, then to the dive bar she was going to be performing at shortly. The neon sign, probably from the ‘50s, was missing half its letters. The windows were partially boarded up, and at least twenty motorcycles were parked out front. It was certainly a far cry from the bright city lights of Las Vegas they’d left a few days ago, but they’d seen worse. At least, he thought they had. The motorcycles, at any rate, implied a decent audience.
He put on an optimistic smile. “It’s probably not so bad once you’re inside.”
Elanor raised an eyebrow skeptically.
Logan slid her guitar case out of the van and onto the asphalt, and then shut the van doors. “You don’t have to perform here, if you don’t want to, you know.”
She smiled at him. “I knew you were gonna say that.”
“Well, I mean it. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know. I wanna perform… I just wish it wasn’t always to… this kind of clientele."
“I know,” Logan said, apologetically. “It won’t always be like this.”
“So you say.” Walking over to him, she nudged him affectionately. “I’ll make it big some day. Then we’ll live like royalty, right?”
“Right.”
She nudged him again. “C’mon, Mr. Manager, I wanna scope out the place before the event starts.” She grabbed her guitar case, leaving him to lock up the van.
He followed after her, just a few paces behind. It gave him a good view of her outfit, and an even better view of the other people admiring her outfit. They'd given up on copying Joan Baez these days; they’d learned long ago you couldn’t win amateur night or a talent show or a gig contract on excellent guitar and vocals alone. The crowds wanted a beautiful girl to ogle. Hell, sometimes even that wasn’t enough. People in these kinds of places needed… more.
Since everyone else had corduroy bells bigger than their heads and jumpsuits covered in rhinestones, Elanor went the opposite direction: crocheted hot pants that left little to the imagination, and low-cut gingham blouses tied-up beneath her breasts. Combined with the push up bra she always wore to help emphasize her modest bust, it really worked. Legs, midriff and cleavage were all she needed to capture the majority of the crowd’s attention. The guitar and her actually amazing vocals were just icing on the cake.
The bar reeked of grass, patchouli and Alpha pheromones, with cigarettes and cheap booze coming in close behind. It wasn’t the sort of place Logan wanted to book his little sister into, but since they were still trying to make it big their options were limited. While the parking lot and exterior facade didn’t particularly sparkle, the prize pot for the amateur night was five-hundred bucks. That’d buy a lot of gas for the van, and maybe even a night or two in a hotel. Compared to yet another night of sleeping in the van on the lumpy full mattress, that’d be well worth it.
Logan felt the eyes of various men sizing Elanor up as they pushed into the seedy bar, and quickened his pace to make sure they didn’t get separated. He put a reassuring hand on the bare small of her back when he caught up with her. “The crowd might not smell good, but at least they’re appreciative of what they’re seeing,” he whispered in her ear.
“Bunch of hungry wolves,” she whispered back.
That was nothing new, either. Elanor dressed to turn heads, and turn heads she did.
Logan navigated them toward a semi-secluded booth toward the back of the club. “Wait here, I’ll get us checked in with management.”
“I’ll take a rum and coke!” she playfully called.
Logan rolled his eyes. “Ask me again in five years.”
“Legal drinking age is eighteen here!”’
Logan rolled his eyes, amused. “Well, you’re still too young,” he teased.
A few minutes later he was sliding into the booth next to her, a Shirley Temple for her and a bottle of beer for him. “You’re set to go on eighth,” he said, glancing at a small piece of paper he’d jotted his notes into. “Right after a group called City Boys.”
“Great. More Bowie wannabes, I bet.” She downed her drink as if it contained liquid courage. “I guess I’ll see you in,” she stopped a moment to count, “half an hour?”
“Sounds about right. You got everything?” he needlessly asked. When she confirmed, he gave her a toothy grin. “Break a leg, Ellie!”
“This isn’t theater!”
Logan laughed. “Go blow them away.”
She grinned. “You always say that.”
“And you always do.” It was true. She didn’t always win, but she was always a crowd favorite.
“Thanks for always being my cheerleader.” She squeezed his hand, and then grabbed her guitar and disappeared backstage.
The bar was loud and the music even louder. Long gone were the days of Dylan-esque folk singers sitting on stage with a simple acoustic guitar and maybe a harmonica. If the groups weren’t wearing colorful disco jumpsuits and dancing in tandem, they were wailing away on electric guitars with more fuzz on the coil than the amps could handle. Logan couldn’t say he appreciated the change, but he also knew to hold his tongue in a place like this.
It was only after the fourth act that Logan realized there was something unusual about the bar. It was hard to notice, at first, due to the smoke and dim lighting, but eventually it was the music acts that gave it away. By the fourth act, he realized, every single performer had been an Alpha performer, and they were singing songs… for other Alphas.
“It’s an Alpha bar,” he realized, in amazement.
They were actually illegal in the northeast where Logan and Elanor had grown up. He knew they were less regulated in small towns like this. They’d seen them in the big cities before, too, but they’d never played at one before.
Now that he realized it, he started noticing other obvious signs. The signage on the walls joked about it. There were drinks with names like Alpha’s Delight and Getting Bitched. A sign above the bathroom simply said A4A. And, the most telltale of them all, everyone looked like an Alpha. Men outnumbered the women probably four-to-one, but every woman there exuded Alpha energy–and pheromones. As an Alpha himself, Logan was somewhat turned off by it, but he could tell other Alphas were reacting differently. Some had even been giving him inviting, hopeful glances.
Alphas who wanted other Alphas.
It was something Logan could hardly comprehend.
Alphas who got off on the pheromones of other Alphas. Alphas who wanted to bitch other Alphas into omegas. Alpha who wanted to be bitched. Alphas who otherwise had no interest in omegas or the natural hierarchy of things.
Logan shook his head.
It didn’t affect him, after all, did it? What did he care if these Alphas wanted to mate with other Alphas? More omegas for him, then! It felt unnatural because he wasn’t interested in other Alphas, but it worked for them. There were clearly enough people to have a vibrant, well-populated bar in a small town in the Midwest. Maybe it wasn’t unnatural, after all. It was just a world he didn’t understand.
And, he worried, they didn’t understand his world.
Elanor hadn’t presented yet, but Logan was almost positive she wasn’t an Alpha. Certainly, her performance wasn’t geared toward Alphas for other Alphas. She had always leaned into her youth and femininity to titillate Alphas the way an omega would. This crowd, he feared, was unlikely to be as charmed by her as the usual crowds were.
He was half out of his seat, debating on heading backstage to find her, when he realized she was almost on. The sets were three minutes or less, and the MC was doing little more than introducing the bands. Settling back down, he drained his beer and tried to relax. So what if they didn’t like her set. That had happened before. They’d pack back into their van, spend another night on the road, and hit the next joint tomorrow. No big deal.
By the time City Boys finally came out, Logan was feeling better. In a way, it was nice to be in a bar that operated on a completely different wavelength than he was used to. Most of the time men–and sometimes women, too–were creepily hitting on Elanor. It was part of the illusion they were selling, of course, but some Alphas took it too far. That wasn’t likely to be a problem here. In fact, it might be the safest bar he’d ever taken her to.
The City Boys were loud and obnoxious, just like the groups prior. There were four Alphas barely playing instruments while they scream-sang. They were no Aerosmith, though they clearly wanted to be. All four wore black leather with their hairy chests exposed, and tight pants showing off their probably-padded crotches. To Logan, the song was indescribably bad, and the music worse, but the audience was eating it up.
People were cheering and whooping from their seats. Several younger Alphas ran toward the stage as if in rapture. One of the City Boys pulled off his sweaty ascot and threw it into the crowd. Logan realized the lyrics to the song included the refrain, “Bitch you, baby, gonna bitch you” over and over.
And the reek of Alpha pheromones emanating off the stage told Logan they were releasing and encouraging others to do so as well. It was so potent it stung his eyes and left a foul taste in his mouth, but the rest of the crowd loved it.
What a set for poor Elanor to have to follow!
By the time the song had ended, the bar was jubilant and even more boisterous than before. Some Alphas were making out, as if drunk off the music. Logan felt like an interloper, and tried to keep his eyes off the new couples. The City Boys took their time getting off stage, touching members of the crowds, sharing puffs of cigarettes and swigs of beer, lingering to high-five and talk. They were clearly the fan favorite.
When things finally settled down and Elanor came out, she was wholly ignored by all except for Logan.
His eyebrows immediately curved up, concerned at the sight of her.
Her expression was open and vacant, her lips parted but unspeaking. Her hair had fallen out of its high ponytail and now hung limp around her shoulders. Even more concerning, her tied-up blouse had come undone, with only one button remaining fastened to preserve her modesty. She carried her guitar with her, but down at her side, not slung over her shoulder on the strap.
“Ellie,” Logan whispered, helpless.
Dropping the guitar, Elanor’s hands touched her face, then trailed down, over her modest breasts, jostling free that last button. Her blouse fell open and her palms immediately dove in, moving aside her push-up bra, brushing over her now-exposed nipples. She let out a soundless moan, and then her hands continued down, over her crocheted hot pants. She fumbled with the drawstring, clearly impaired, and then gave up and cupped her cunt through the fabric.
“Ahhhn, pleaaaaase,” she moaned, and her voice was picked up by the on-stage mic.
Logan realized suddenly what was happening. All the potent Alpha pheromones in this enclosed space had forced his little sister to present! She was going through her first heat, on stage, in a room filled with Alphas.
Abandoning his drink, Logan surged to his feet and began pushing through the throngs of jubilant Alphas to get to the stage before they did. He climbed over a chair and then ducked under a table before he got to her. He grabbed her protectively, turning around to face off the other Alphas, and stood stunned.
None of them cared. They were unaffected by her presentation. The waves of omega pheromones were washing over them and causing no reaction.
Logan took a deep breath of relief, and felt his cock stiffen. His eyes suddenly widened, realizing at this angle he could see his sister’s nipples hiding behind her opened blouse, and was getting close-up lungfuls of her potent first rut pheromones. His cock throbbed harder, starting to swell in his jeans.
Well, there was one Alpha that was still affected by her.
“Fuck,” he gasped. In the sea stench of Alpha pheromones, Elanor smelled so good. “We’ve gotta get you out of here.”
“L-Logan?” she dreamily said. Her irises were entirely swallowed by the dilated black of her pupils. She was completely lost to her heat.
“Yes, come on, we have to get out of here. Get your guitar.”
“My guitar?” She leaned into him, inhaling deeply. “Oh, Logan…”
“Fuck.” Logan pulled her hand, but she only stumbled. “Okay, then…” Seeing no other choice, he scooped his sister up in his arms, bride-carrying her off the stage and out of the bar.
The air outside felt crisp and cold in comparison, a welcome relief. A few hoots and hollers followed them as Logan made a beeline back to the van. He fumbled with the keys for a minute, and then finally got the back door open. There, he deposited Elanor on the mattress they shared when they slept on the road. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said.
She stared doe-eyed and mute back at him.
Shaking his head, Logan closed and locked the door behind him. She would be safe inside the van, at least. He headed back inside to get her equipment and pay his bar tab.
Another Alpha group was performing on stage, and he awkwardly climbed on to get Elanor’s abandoned guitar. Other than some boos from patrons thinking he was trying to assault the new act, no one paid him any mind. He quickly paid off his beer, then spent a futile five or ten minutes looking for the host to explain what had happened.
Ultimately, he gave up. It didn’t matter. He just needed to get out of this place and make sure his sister was all right.
This time when he got outside, the sun had set and it was dark. Only a few street lights were on, illuminating the bar but not the parking lot. He was still easily able to find the van, but when he unlocked the door and climbed inside, he didn’t immediately see Elanor. He closed the door then started unsuccessfully fumbling for his lighter.
“Ellie?”
“Oh, it’s you,” she gasped, and then draped her arms around his neck.
Logan felt her hard, bare nipples press against his chest. His sister’s hot breath tickled his neck, and her hands pawed at his shirt.
“I’m hot, Logan, I need… I need you.”
Logan somewhat unceremoniously pushed her off and back onto the mattress. “Get a hold of yourself, Ellie.” He felt his senses were swarming. She had filled the whole van with her super potent omega pheromones. It was the best, sweetest thing he’d ever smelled, and he had smelled his fair share of omegas in his time.
She whimpered slightly, shifting on the mattress.
As Logan’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized she had shed her boots and crocheted hot pants and panties. Now, his sister lay completely nude before him. As he watched, she pulled her legs up and out, presenting her cunt to him, like a good omega in rut should.
“Ellie,” he whispered, awed.
“Or do you prefer it like this?” she breathily asked, rolling over onto all fours. She pressed her cheek to the mattress and lifted her hips, giving him a glorious view of her cunt and asshole, which both briefly opened like flowers as he watched.
Logan's cock was bursting for freedom, so hard the crotch-seam of his jeans was digging into it. “Ellie, we can’t… you’re my sister.”
Her cunt flexed open again in response.
“Fuck,” Logan gasped. He pinched his thigh and scrambled out of the van as fast as he could, trying to put some distance from her. He slammed the doors shut, saw a group of confused Alphas loitering at the entrance to the bar look at him, and then hurriedly climbed into the front seat.
He needed to drive.
Elanor continued to whimper and moan in the back as he did. The road was bumpy and dark. Logan had no plan, no map to follow.
Should he call someone?
Even if he could find a payphone, who would he call? Their mother was half the reason they’d been on the road together for so long. She was broke and unreliable and more than likely would only scream at them. Their father had been absent almost all of Elanor’s life. Logan didn’t even know where he lived, let alone had his phone number memorized to call him.
“Logaaaan,” Elanor moaned, not for the first time, releasing more and more pheromones.
In response, Logan grabbed the window crank and desperately rolled the window down, gratefully gulping fresh air.
They had always known there was a chance Elanor would go into heat during a show, or while on the road. Logan had tried to broach the topic with her several times, but she had always dodged it with a shy smile. Ultimately, he figured that when it happened, it would happen for a reason or because of someone and he would just let nature take its course.
Glancing in the side mirror, he wondered briefly if he should’ve stayed at the bar. It was the Alphas there that had triggered her to present. Surely one of them could’ve mustered the interest to satisfy her? Should he turn around and go back?
“Logan, please.” Out of the darkness, Elanor’s sweet face appeared, crawling toward him, between the front seats.
Her face was luminous in the moonlight, her skin silver, her breasts pale and enticing. Her nipples were puckered, and barely darker than her skin. Logan was sure his cock had never been so hard in his life.
She was clearly struggling to stand up and speak, but she finally managed, “I want… I want it to be you, Logan.”
The van nearly swerved off the road. Logan’s palms were suddenly sweaty and slick on the steering wheel. He pumped the breaks and did his best to pull over safely. They were in the middle of nowhere. The rural road didn’t even have street lights. He pulled into a field and parked the van behind a tree. His breathing was heavy as he felt Elanor finally navigate her way between the seats to touch him.
“Ellie,” he whispered.
She kissed him before he could protest, her mouth hungry and needy. Her fists gripped his shirt, dragging him toward her. Her mouth opened, tongue inviting him in.
Fear and anxiety left Logan in that moment. He pulled his sister to him, kissing her back, opening himself to her passion. The dam had been breached, and he knew there was no going back. When they broke the kiss, Logan nibbled at her lips before kissing his way down her jaw and neck.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Elanor chanted, shivering in his arms.
Her skin was made of the sweetest aphrodisiac Logan had ever tasted. She was young and ripe and her omega pheromones were so potent he could taste them. The small space of the van concentrated them, recycled them, poured them into his mouth and nose and lungs.
He was out of his seat without moving, pushing them both deeper into the van. It wasn’t one of those tricked out Chevy Vans covered floor-to-ceiling in shag carpet with a big full-size bed in the back, but they had made it a home. There was a small seating area behind the front seats, and then a full sized mattress in the back on a small raised platform.They’d spent many nights together sharing that mattress, traveling from venue to venue, but never like this.
Logan pushed his naked sister onto the bed and stood as best he could in the van, looking down at her moonlit figure. He had seen Elanor a thousand times–a hundred thousand times–but never like this. He had never drank in the beauty of her breasts, her slim teenage waist, the subtle curves of her hips, the mouth-watering V that led to her sex.
As he looked, she parted her legs again, opening her cunt to him. She scooted back on the bed, making room for him. Her breath was coming hard and fast. She was in full heat now, and despite his earlier feelings, Logan was loving it. He was an Alpha, how could he not?
At long last, he freed his bulging cock, dropping his jeans and belt to the carpeted van floor.
“Ohhhh,” Elanor moaned, watching his cock bob and sway under its own heaviness. Her cunt hole flexed eagerly. “Logan,” she whispered, reaching down to spread herself open for him. “Logan, please… I need it… I’ve n-never needed anything like this before…”
“You were in a room full of Alphas,” he explained, pulling his shirt off, as well. “You were blasted with dozens of their pheromones. You had no chance to resist that.”
“Nghnn,” Elanor managed. “It’s only yours I smell, now.”
Logan’s cock throbbed at her words. He had read once that siblings couldn’t influence each other when in heat or rut; that the pheromones would smell and feel wrong, even disgusting. In reality, that wasn’t the case at all. Taking a deep breath, Logan drank in the scent of his sister. She was more potent and musky than anything he’d ever experienced. Absolutely delicious. Nothing else even came close.
He descended on her quickly, easily, capturing her mouth again with his. Her hands gripped and grasped his skin, touching his body everywhere, desperate and needy.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering like a bitch in heat.
Logan wanted to take it slower; to be gentle with his sister’s first time, but she wasn’t going to let him. Her hands found his cock and guided him to her center.
Logan’s eyes locked onto hers at the moment of truth. He knew they were already long past the point of no return, he just wanted to see her face when he finally satisfied the aching maw inside her and memorize it forever. He had bedded many omegas before, but never during their first rut, and never one so young or needy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted again, rocking her hips.
Helpless and devoted, Logan pushed into her, sliding his cock into his sister’s tight, utterly soaked cunt. His shoulders hunched immediately and he began thrusting his hips. “Ellie!” he cried, overcome.
She felt so good, so right. She was velvet and warmth, tightness and youth. His hips picked up tempo as he gave himself to her, thrusting deeper and faster. He was driven, almost possessed. She was deep in her heat, and now he was deep in it, too.
“L-Logan!” she cried, arching her back. Using her legs still wrapped around his waist, she fucked herself against him, rocketing forward each time he thrust deeper.
The van shook as they fucked, rocking gently, almost encouragingly.
Logan pawed his sister’s breasts, took one nipple into his mouth and then the other, worshiping and suckling. He gripped her hips as his pace increased. If he went any deeper, his knot would hit her entrance and he didn’t think she was ready for that.
This was enough. It was more than enough…
“I’m gonna come,” he finally warned.
“You h-have to,” she cried, tensing her body. Her ankles locked around his hips. “Y-you have to!”
“Ellie!” he gasped, realizing she was trapping him, preventing him from pulling out.
“I-it has to be i-inside! P-please! M-my first heat! It h-has to be!”
Logan was so close. He stared into her eyes, feeling both their bodies tensing, pulsing in sync with one another.
She squeezed her cunt walls around him and breathlessly said, “Come inside me.”
Helpless, relieved, Logan released so hard it felt like the top of his head was blowing off. He buried himself inside his sister, legs and buttock flexed as he pumped his seed as deep as he could. He felt her shuddering around him in response, her legs flailing, still locked at the ankle. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the rapture took her.
At length, he started pumping his hips again, drawing out her orgasm, and his own. When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, panting and glowing. He drank in her potent aroma and felt her doing the same. He passed out moments later, content and exhausted.
When he awoke it was still dark out. He was curled around Elanor, spooning her naked frame from behind. Her body was still hot, her pheromones still ripe, and as soon as that all washed over him, he felt his cock stiffen again.
“Ellie?” he whispered.
She whimpered in return and pressed her backside into him.
She was, he realized, still in heat.
That happened, sometimes, he knew. Perhaps because he was her brother? Or perhaps her dose of Alpha pheromones had just been too great? Or because he didn’t knot her? Whatever it was, he could tell that although she was asleep, she wasn’t resting. Her breathing was still labored. Her body was still tense with arousal. Her nipples were still hard, even.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. He kissed the side of her face, then gently rolled her over. “Lift your hips,” he whispered, and she did so automatically, without quite rousing.
Logan used his hands to position her the rest of the way, with her ass in the air and her face still on the mattress. He rubbed his cockhead against her slit and found her positively dripping. He could even feel her engorged clit, and spent a little while rubbing circles around it with the tip of his cock. He delighted in the way her breathing picked up, and in the little throbs he could feel surging through her clit.
When he pushed his cock into her again, she let out a soft, almost obscene moan that got him rock hard instantly. He squeezed her hips as he began to fuck her, aware she was still half-asleep. Perhaps he was being overly affected by her pheromones, too, he realized. The front window of the van was still open, but other than that they were in a very small space.
The thought of being trapped in the van with his sister’s potent omega pheromones turning him into an Alpha stud just flooded arousal through Logan’s body. His thrusts became harder and deeper. He felt Elanor starting to awake beneath him, and she did so by rocketing her hips back, to meet his thrusts. His knot was getting perilously close…
“Logan,” she moaned, her voice thick.
“You’re still in heat,” he explained between slaps of their skin.
“Ughnnn!” Elanor buried her face in the mattress and came suddenly, almost violently.
Logan fucked her through it without missing a beat, slicking his cock with her come. Feeling her pussy convulse around him was indescribable. “Good girl,” he crooned, rewarding her with even deeper thrusts.
Elanor moaned, gasping for breath. “I’m s-still in h-heat,” she whimpered, her voice full of disbelief. “Mmmmm, ohhhh.”
“I’ll take care of you,” Logan promised, picking up the pace. He knew she needed this to be satisfied, and his body knew it, too.
She was so slick now; her cunt so eager. He experimented, pressing forward until his knot felt resistance. The feel of her wet flesh against it made his whole body tighten with arousal. He had to get it in; he had to knot his sister.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, realizing what he was doing. She began bucking her hips back against him more urgently. “Oh! L-Logan!”
That was all the permission he needed. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it. He realized he wanted it, too. He wanted it badly.
Gripping her hips even firmer, Logan began to push. It wasn’t the sort of thing he could just thrust in; had to stretch her open and make her take it.
“Ohhhhh!” she cried, her hands fisting the sheets on the bed. She spread her knees further apart on the mattress, practically trembling. “Give it to me, give it to me! M-make me t-take it!!”
“Yes,” Logan cried, applying more and more force. He relented for a moment, then began pushing again. “You have to take it.” She was such a young omega. She was so incredibly fresh and tight. “It’s the only way to stop your heat.”
Elanor moaned again. “I’m in heat!” She pressed her face into the mattress, rocking her hips frantically against his knot. “I’m an omega! I’m m-my brother’s omega!!”
At those words, Logan’s fat Alpha knot popped into his little sister’s tight teen cunt, sucking him in. He howled at the sensation, the tightness, the intensity and when he did, Elanor instantly began to come. The feel of her pussy convulsing and vibrating around his knot was indescribable. He had knotted several women before, but it had never felt like this.
He was already all the way in her, and still he thrust and fucked, posessed by the sensation. He felt his body swelling, his knot expanding even within its already tight confines. He felt Elanor squirming and bucking as she came, encouraging him to fill her.
What if he got her pregnant?
The thought was new to him, as if somehow prior to this moment, it wasn’t possible. Now, with his knot expanding, it felt inevitable. He was going to breed his little sister.
“Fuck!” Logan cried, coming uncontrollably at the thought. “Ohhhh, fuckkkkk!!” He hunched over her, pressing as deep into her as he could. His swollen knot sealed her up, locking his seed inside, tying them together. He slumped over her, and as she came again in response to his orgasm he felt his cock spurting a few more times, as if for good measure.
“Logan,” Elanor rasped, her voice muffled as her face was still pressed in the mattress.
As if of their own accord, Logan’s hands slid off his sister’s hips, trailing around to slide over her slim, flat abdomen. Touching her there was electric. He pressed his fingers against her skin, then bent down and drank in her scent, her musk, the totality of her.
She let out a deep, contented sigh.
After a few seconds, he reached up, to fondle her breasts, his fingertips ghosting over her puckered nipples.
Elanor let out a moan of pleasure, arching her back to give him better access.
Logan pulled her up, shifting their weight so she was sitting on his thighs, his cock still knotted inside her. He fondled her breasts while burying his face against the curve of her neck. She smelled so delicious there, so ripe, so omega. He rocked her on his cock as he drank in her musk and palmed her nipples.
“Yes,” she murmured, encouragingly. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He found his lips on her skin, his teeth grazing over the column of her neck. The taste of her was familiar and intoxicating. She was fresh and young; familial and open to claim. His teeth nibbled again, exploring, and Elanor’s cunt pulsed vigorously as he did.
“Yes,” she whispered again, even softer. Her hands rose to cover his, pressing them firm against her breasts. “Do it…”
He somehow didn’t realize what she meant until his nose and mouth found the spot. Then, it was too late to stop. His jaw opened wide and clamped down on a good sized chunk of her shoulder. Elanor surged against him at the bite, panting rapidly, and then, as his tooth pierced her scent gland, quelling. He held her as she oragasmed again, her little body coming so violently as she was properly claimed by her brother.
His Alpha pheromones leeched from his mouth into her neck, filling her omega scent gland, mingling and binding them. She was an underage omega having her first heat, and she was his sister, but it didn’t matter. It was done. Logan was now forever her Alpha mate. She belonged to him, and anyone who came close enough would scent their bond.
Logan held her as her orgasms continued, keeping her still enough for the bite to be completely and permanently binding. When he could smell her musk changing, he pulled back and licked the wound he had made, then kissed it.
Elanor twisted in his arms, trying to press her mouth to his.
They were still wonderfully knotted together, but Logan laid back on the mattress and, carefully, they shifted positions. Elanor turned with the knot still inside her, until she was facing him. Her hands slipped into his, her eyes locked onto his, and she began to ride him.
Logan felt a new wave of arousal shoot through him watching as his sister’s body rocked and swayed above him. She looked somehow different now; even more beautiful and alluring. She was his omega. His. He drank in the cascade of her hair, the plumpness of her lips, the smooth curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her abdomen. She was his, completely.
His cock, still swollen from his knot, surged inside her, hardening once more as she rode him. Claiming her made her even more attuned to his desires. He kissed her hands, one by one, then released them to hold her hips.
“Logan,” she moaned, bending over to kiss him.
She tasted so much better now that she was claimed. He cupped her face, kissing her sloppily, with difficulty because of their position.
“Ellie,” he worshiped.
He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but now he was so happy it had.
She grabbed his hands, dragging them back onto her body, positioning them over her abdomen. “Get me pregnant,” she whispered, bearing down harder on his knot. She was panting now, riding him harder. “Get your omega sister pregnant…”
“I will,” Logan promised, his cock stiffening completely. He was so deep inside her in this position, and she was controlling the angle. “I will, I promise.”
“Now. Get me pregnant, now,” she chanted again, staring deep into his eyes. “Get your little sister pregnant.”
“Ah, E-Ellie!” he cried, and he was off, blasting seed deep inside her again. His fingers dug into her waist, holding her down. “Ah, my sister! My omega sister!!”
“Yes!” She answered with her own orgasm, riding him harder, rocking the van each time she slammed herself back down on his knot. “Yes!” She raised her hands above her head, almost touching the ceiling, and rode and rode her brother’s fat knot until dawn began to filter through the windshield.
-----
Three months later, they were still on the circuit. Elanor’s little teen body had changed, her pregnancy visible now to anyone that cared to look. Her breasts were larger too, and she filled out her performance outfits much better.
As always, she turned heads when she walked into a joint, her small hot pants no longer able to close over her growing belly, her breasts now threatening to spill out of her tight tops, push up bras long abandoned. She was positively radiant, glowing with every step, pride dripping from her every move. Her hair was longer, shinier, her eyes brighter, more focused. Her voice was stronger, deeper, more melodious, and her guitar playing had even improved.
Everyone stared at the young, pregnant omega when she came to perform, and everyone scented Logan on her; knew that the man following behind her had gotten her this way. They stared and they admired.
When Elanor got on stage to perform, her pregnant body swaying, glory infusing her essence, the people stopped and listed. They stared. The Alphas ached to make her their own, and the omegas longed to be just like her. When she finished her sets, she hopped off stage and into the arms of her brother-lover. He kissed her deeply, rubbed her belly in front of their audience and pulled into his arms.
No one knew they were brother and sister, except those who could scent the familial bond between them. No one knew she got pregnant with a full litter at sixteen, during her first rut. No one truly cared. They were iconic, glamorous, idealized. They were the Beautiful People walking among them, and the audience felt honored to witness them.
Elanor didn’t win every performance, but she did start getting steady work. They saved enough money to renovate the van, adding in a small kitchenette and a nicer bed. Elanor spent most of her time there, making a nest, except for when she was performing. They traveled, and made love, and performed and everywhere they went they were met with wide open arms.