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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

I pushed her blouse up to her collarbone, and the two white, soft, round tits instantly popped out, with those ambiguous, obscene red marks all over them, like white snow and cold plums, adding a raw, overriding beauty of puritanical desire.

These marks are branded by me, let me pleasure, I cover the hand will be obtrusive underwear from Cecilia shoulder loosen, and raise the palm, in this pair of tits lightly slapped twice.

Cecilia let out a sharp gasp, and a tingling pleasure raced steeply up the tips of her tits. It was lighter than pain and heavier than tingling.

The hanging tits bobbed like water balloons, the two engorged, swollen, erect nipples wobbling most lasciviously, and I dropped my head to nibble on them, my lips moving slowly, nibbling new marks on the red marks.

Cecilia struggled to stifle the whimper in her throat, a pang of shame at the thought that this was still a boys' dormitory.

chapter 74-falling in love?