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Following the tragic deaths of Marilyn's mother and stepfather, she received an astonishing revelation that she had a younger half-brother named Lynn, residing hundreds of kilometers away within a different wolf pack. Despite being eighteen years old, Lynn had not yet undergone his first transformation into a wolf.
With the unfortunate demise of Lynn's grandparents, Marilyn, unrelated by blood, found herself appointed as his sole legal guardian, bearing the responsibility to care for his well-being.
The harsh realities of their impoverished existence had molded Lynn into a reticent and introspective individual. However, akin to the unwavering resilience of a young poplar tree, he grew into a poised and striking young man, fearlessly confronting life's challenges.
On the night when Marilyn brought him to her home, Lynn, who had shown no prior signs of undergoing the wolf shift, unexpectedly entered his awakening phase. Restless and uneasy, he stood in the living room, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he gazed at Marilyn, softly murmuring, "Sis……, I believe I may be running a fever."
This is a story about a little puppy transforming into a big wolf……

My youthful Alpha stepbrother

He probed his tongue, nimbly sweeping it back and forth over the two wet, moist fleshy lips several times, the closed slit being swept open by the tip of his tongue, which easily sank into the tender, soft, wet, dripping hole in the centre.


Lynn's tongue was wet and hot, supple and strong, and in a few shallow strokes it tickled the fleshy hole and made it constrict hungrily, as if it was desperate to swallow something.


Lynn swallowed throatily as his tongue pressed up, covering the hole extensively, sliding over the narrow, lusty, soft slit and licking its way down to the tender, standing clit.


I bit my lower lip and let out a sticky 'mmmm', my eyes half-open as I looked down at the red-faced Lynn licking away beneath me, and reached up to rub his short, slightly sweaty hair from his forehead.


Chapter 32-ICE