Seven Minutes in Heaven

Story by TastesLikeGreen on SoFurry

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Sam Carver has been looking forward to tonight for a long time now, because his best friend Tyler is throwing a party, and the dog always throws the best parties. This time may prove to be the best one yet, since Ty wants Sam to play a very special variation on an old party game...

Ahhh, there's nothing quite like the feeling of finally uploading a story after you struggled and stressed for ages getting it written and proofed. Actually, I lie, the feeling of praising comments is pretty much unbeatable, hehe. n_n

This story evolved from a very simple idea, and gradually grew into something bigger and more complicated. Even if there were times I almost tore my hair out, I'm still deeply proud of this one, and I really hope you enjoy it. :-)


Seven Minutes in Heaven By Green

The hooded figure peered around a corner with eyes that were just a touch supernatural, making out every detail of the pitch-black alley with ease. Creeping forward without making a sound, as generations of members of his organization had been taught, he approached the lone armoured figure, who faced a burning barrel, muttering loudly about his comrades who had the night off and were surely living it up at a whiskey bar without him. He didn't even have his sword in hand, the poor bastard. The hooded man fingered the long, narrow blade at his belt and pondered ending this guard quickly and silently, but his preternatural senses told him that the other guards on patrol were far across the plaza square at the moment. It was the guard's lucky day, and he didn't even know it. Leaving the knife where it was, the cloaked figure strode forward purposefully, a shadow with legs, and threw one arm around the startled guard's neck with a practiced ease. Then he clenched that arm in tight and began strangling the man before he could so much as gasp. The soldier struggled and squirmed against him, but in only a few seconds, unconsciousness set in, and the guard went limp, his breathing deep and even. The figure in black dragged his fallen enemy backwards into the dark of the alley, where he placed his victim inside of a garbage bin and closed the lid as quietly as the rusty hinges would allow. All told, the encounter only took about seven seconds, and that was allowing for some internal debate about whether or not to use lethal force. Pushing that guard from his mind, now that he was no longer a threat, the hooded man turned towards the imposing mansion across the square from himself. It was lit up like a parade float and the guards inside would be much more attentive. "Now this is going to be an interesting challenge..." he murmured to himself.

* * *

Sam Carver grinned with satisfaction as he disposed of the lone mook. It was so much easier when they went off by themselves! As the humungous mansion where his target lived came into view for the first time, his character made a wry comment and a little swirling icon appeared, indicating that the game was auto-saving. "Progress!" the young ram said, feeling pretty pleased with himself. A lot of guys his age preferred shooters, but when he sat down with a videogame, Sam liked something where he could take it slow, approach situations with a little finesse, so he was a big fan of the stealth genre. But taking on this mansion was going to be problematic, as his character had observed, so Sam decided to set the game aside for now, since he'd just hit a checkpoint. He had plans tonight, after all. Quitting the game, he shut his console down and left the controller on his bed before standing up and strolling out of his room to see what was going on.

Sam stepped out into the hallway of the small apartment he shared with his sister. They'd moved a long ways from home six months ago, something they never would have been able to manage by themselves. On the other hand, working together and supporting each other, the two sheep had done a pretty good job of settling in. It made all the difference in the world to know that someone you trusted deeply had your back. Walking into the front room, Sam saw Rose Carver sitting on the futon over in the TV area with their landline phone held to her head. He smirked, about to carry out a tradition he followed whenever he saw his sister on the phone, namely cupping his hands to his mouth and bellowing 'I'm back, bitches, who wants cocaine?!'. However, when his arms were halfway up, a vague yet ominous feeling began to spread in the back of his mind and he froze, listening in. "Oh, Sammy's doing fine, Mama," Rosie said, "He loves his work, always going on about server errors and mislabelled spreadsheets, you know he loves all that boring office stuff, and he's got such nice coworkers..." As the ewe trailed off, Sam awkwardly lowered his hands and crossed his arms, thanking any deities that might be listening that he hadn't played his usual 'cocaine party' prank while his mother was on the line. "What?" Rosie was saying, as she idly toyed with the fleece on the side of her shoulder, "No, Mom, Sam isn't seeing anyone. ...Yes, I would know, his room is five feet away from mine! ...Hey, if Sam was gay, he would have told you already. And if he'd told me, and he wanted it kept quiet, I wouldn't tell you just because you asked! Aww, don't be like that, Mama..."

Since his eavesdropping had gone from interesting to embarrassing, the ram let his presence be known, walking forward into the room and scratching behind one of his horns as if totally, blissfully unaware of what his sister had just been talking about. As she caught sight of him, Rosie turned his way and grinned widely. "Hey, here's Sammy now!" she said, "You wanna talk to him yourself?" With absolute silence, Sam put a horrified expression on his face, and mouthed the word 'traitor' at the ewe, who smiled in a totally unapologetic way. After a moment, she winked at him. "Aww, that's okay, I'm sure you'll be hearing from him soon," Rosie said, "I guess you're running a little late as it is. Okay, say hi to the ladies at the book club for me! Byeeee!" She lowered the handset and ended the call before casually dropping the phone on the couch next to her, as she always did. So the battery will be dead the next time someone tries to call us, thought Sam wryly, I swear this place would fall apart if it were up to Rosie... "Hey big brother," she said with a smile, "Were your ears burning?" "I had to pour a bucket of water on my head," he replied, "Can't you tell?" Rosie made a big show of looking her brother up and down, as if noting that his wool was most definitely not waterlogged, and she nodded sagely. "Oh yes," she said, "best get in the dryer before you start to sag." Smirking back at her, Sam crossed his arms. "So what's this about Mom asking if I'm a tail-raiser?" he asked, with a curious raise of his eyebrow. Rosie made a face. "Don't use that word, you could offend somebody. And don't say you'll -" But it was too late, Sam was already uncrossing his arms and gesturing to the empty apartment around them. "- I'll apologize to allll these homosexuals later," he teased, "C'mon, what gives?"

Rosie shrugged and averted her eyes, running her hand along her slender black arm. "I don't know, Mom's just, uh, worried I guess, because we've been here for a year and she hasn't heard about one date," she said, "She, um, wanted me to tell you that she's totally cool with it if you are gay, she just wants to hear about it if a guy's making you happy." Sam made a face. "Sis, you know I'm not gay, why are you even passing that along?" "I dunno, I said I would... and I have to admit, sometimes I worry too. It's like all you do is work and spend time with your friends. Really, Sammy, if you're sleeping with one of them, it's -" "Oh please don't put that mental image in my head," he groaned, "And what are you doing, worrying about me? I'm the older one, I'm supposed to be the one worried that you haven't gone out with a guy since the month we got here!" As Sam leaned back against a decorative table, Rosie pouted. "Hey, I'll have you know it takes real time and effort to go through the shittiest jobs in the city one by one," the ewe replied sarcastically, "And the problem is really that the guys around here kind of suck. It's like they see the wool and they forget how to talk to women. Do you have any idea how many times I've heard guys say the words 'cushion for the pushin'' as if I'd find that witty?" "Ouch. That's terrible," Sam agreed, wincing, "Well, I can safely say that not all the guys in town are as uncreative as that, but I'm afraid I'm not in the habit of flirting with my sister."

Sam laughed at the face Rosie made, stood up straight again, and walked out to the kitchen area to find something to eat. As he was poking through the cupboards, he stopped and leaned over the counter, feeling his fraternal sense of duty poking him in the side. "Hey Rosie," he called, "...I know we've been busy lately, but it's been a while since we really talked, and, uh... is everything okay? You've seemed kinda stressed." The ewe let out a sigh as her ears drooped slightly. "No, things have been kinda shitty," she admitted after a moment, "It's this latest job, I swear it's the worst one yet." "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, automatically, before he tilted his head to the side. "Really? Worse than the taco place?" "I got free tacos at the taco place!" Rosie said, throwing her hands in the air as she got up and walked over to the counter. Sam started gathering the ingredients for an omelette as his sister sighed. "At this place, they put me in customer service, I had to deal with angry, stupid people all day," she muttered, "Maybe if the products weren't so shitty, I wouldn't have had to deal with so many of them!" As Sam put a pan on the stove, Rosie hopped up on the counter, letting her feet dangle. "I guess it doesn't matter, though," she said, softly, "I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sort of quit." The way she looked straight down, studying her be-socked feet, suggested she expected to be reprimanded for that, but really, Sam couldn't blame her. She'd seemed so down the last couple weeks, the ram didn't have the heart to play the Stern Older Sibling card. "Yeah, sounds like you made the right call," he said, "I can't stand dealing with customers, that's why I ride a desk."

Sitting up a little straighter, clearly relieved not to be judged by her big brother, Rosie swung her feet around the counter so she was facing her sibling. "What about you, Sammy?" she asked, "How've you been lately?" "Me?" he replied, almost surprised, "Oh, I've been fine. Work is work, nothing exciting going on there." He silently decided not to mention the rumours going around the office, at least not to his little sister. Of course, now that he'd thought about them, he needed to turn away from Rosie to focus on the omelette so she wouldn't see the smirk on his face. "Nah, I've been feeling pretty good lately," he continued instead, "I don't need a girlfriend - or a boyfriend - in order to be happy, no matter what Mom thinks." "True, true," Rosie said, lightly swinging her legs and letting her heels quietly bump against the cabinet doors built into the counter, "though you could always be happier." She giggled when he glanced over his shoulder and shot her a Look. "What?" she asked, "Is it a crime to want to see my brother find happiness?" After giggling for a moment, Rosie thoughtfully brushed her snow-white hair out of her eyes, tilting her head to the side. "Are you still going to that party tonight?" she asked, "Maybe you'll meet -" The ewe's cell phone rang, interrupting her, and she hopped off the counter and pulled it out of her pocket. I bet she plugs that in every time it gets low, Sam thought, rolling his eyes. "Hello?" Rosie said, "Oh! Uh, hi! Did you mean to - uh, okay..." She sounded surprised and confused, which caught the ram's attention. Who would be calling her on her cell that would get that kind of a reaction? He supposed it was none of his business, and he tried desperately not to eavesdrop, but she was right there, and Rosie always had been a little loud on the phone...

The younger sheep walked back around towards the couch, putting a little distance between herself and her brother, but of course her attention was focused on the call, and Sam could still hear her perfectly well, even over the sizzling of his omelette. "Yeah..." she said, toying with her wool again. "Me? Are you... asking me out or something?" That got Sam's attention. He stood up straighter and turned to look directly at her back instead of just glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. If he'd been born a cat, his ears would be standing upright, swivelled straight forward. As it was, he resisted the urge to clench his teeth, an instinctive habit for rams to brace against the jolt of headbutting something they didn't like. "Hello?" Rosie asked, glancing at her phone as if checking the signal. A moment passed, and then she sat up a little straighter and put her free hand on her hip almost subconsciously. "Really?" she said, curiously, "You're not just messing with me, are you?" Sam flipped his omelette over as she continued to listen. He was never going to learn anything if this mysterious caller did all the talking! "Right, right, I gotcha," Rosie said, "So who is it?" You're her brother, said a voice in the back of Sam's head, not her father. You shouldn't snoop on her like this. If your sister wants to go out with a boy, you should let her. Sam's innate curiosity told the voice to shut the fuck up. "Well," the ewe finally said, "This is kinda short notice..." She looked off to the side for a moment, as if she were avoiding eye contact with a person she was talking to face-to-face. She'd had that habit for years, and Sam found it quite endearing when he wasn't dying of nosiness. "...But I didn't really have anything planned for tonight," Rosie finished, "Can I bring a couple friends, so it won't just be me and a bunch of strangers?" Sam frowned as he carefully moved the omelette to a plate. The hell did that mean? "Great! I guess I'll see you then!" With that, Rosie hung up, and Sam snapped his view forward, playing innocent as he turned off the stove.

Rosie came back, humming to herself, and Sam could practically hear the smile on her face. "I'm gonna take a shower," she said, "Don't use the water!" It was a little early in the afternoon for it if she had plans tonight, but then unshorn sheep needed to take into account a rather significant amount of time in the dryer booth when they wanted to take a shower, and when you added in how long Rosie tended to take prettying herself up before a night out, this seemed much more understandable. Turning around, Sam put on his most innocent voice... as he deliberately let his smile through. "What happened to your plans to, and I quote, 'put on sweatpants and watch old cartoons on Netflix'?" he asked. Raising her snout and sniffing disinterestedly, Rosie studied her fingernails. "Since I quit that stupid job, that's going to be a default for a while," she said, "I thought I'd try something different tonight." Sam put on a shit-eating grin and poked her in the shoulder. "Does my little sister have a daaaaaaate?" he teased, "Who's the lucky boy? I swear I'm not just asking so I can kick his ass." Rosie made a face at him, and he raised his hands self-effacingly. "Right, right, sorry. Who's the lucky boy or girl?" he corrected himself, "I forgot to be PC." He wasn't the slightest bit surprised when Rosie reacted by lightly smacking him in the shoulder, so his smile didn't waver at all. "Very funny," the ewe said, her coal-black cheeks blushing a pleasant shade of red, "Now if you're done teasing me, I need to go get in the shower."

Sam couldn't help but notice that Rosie had deliberately avoided the question, but as she walked away, he was torn between wanting to know what that mysterious call had been about and wanting to respect her privacy as her big brother. Time made the choice for him, as Rosie slipped out of the room while he was still struggling between his better nature and his nosiness. Sighing, Sam sat down at the table and started eating his omelette. As the sound of the shower running started, he shook his head. "It's none of my business anyway..." he muttered to himself, trying to convince himself it was for the best. The last thing he wanted was for Rosie to start seeing him as an overprotective authority figure; it meant a lot to him that the ewe trusted him to talk about things she could never bring up with their parents or their other siblings. Well, maybe not the last thing he wanted, but it was close.

* * *

A few hours later, after Sam had had a shower of his own, he got himself looking presentable for a party his friend Tyler was throwing. In spite of his best efforts to rise above such things, the ram was disappointed that he'd missed Rosie's exit. He hadn't seen her again once she headed into the shower, since she'd gone straight from drying off in the bathroom to disappear into her bedroom so she could get ready. He'd stepped out of the dryer booth after his own shower just in time to hear Rosie and a few of her friends, who Sam had a terrible time keeping track of, leaving the apartment and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Despite himself, the nosy male couldn't help but wonder where she was off to, what they were up to, and as he got ready in his room, he wondered where exactly the line was between healthy curiosity and snooping. Fortunately, Sam was able to push it out of his mind and focus on the party. After all, Tyler Roberts always threw the best parties, and Sam always had a good time. He spent some time fixing up his wool, then hemmed and hawed over his outfit for a while, and then, with Rosie's words echoing in the back of his mind, he brushed his teeth, since who knows? Maybe he would meet the girl of his dreams at the party tonight, and he'd want his kisses to be minty fresh!

While using a hooked comb on the thick, plush wool that was visible while he had his shirt on, Sam got his phone out and sent a text. Yo I'm pretty much done here, I'll be right over. Tyler was his best friend, and they'd known each other since the fourth grade, so it wasn't a big surprise to the ram when he received a reply within thirty seconds. Cool, see you soon. Hey, I got something set up for you when you get here ;) Sam's eyes narrowed just a bit. Tyler had a weird sense of humour, so the sheep wasn't sure what to make of that winky face, but he was willing to give his friend the benefit of the doubt... for now. Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, Sam considered that he didn't normally put this much focus on his appearance. Maybe Rosie's words had gotten to him more than he'd realized. It had been so long since he'd dated, and it would be nice to have a girl he could talk to, confide in, get support from... not to mention the other warm, soft benefits that came with having a girlfriend... Shaking his head, not wanting to wander off into fantasy just before spending time socializing with other people, the ram grabbed his keys and coat and headed out. To his infinite relief, he saw, upon reaching the building's garage, that Rosie had not seen fit to borrow his car without asking, as had happened on more than one occasion when Rosie didn't feel like stopping at the gas station to refuel her own car... but tonight, hers remained as well. She must have gotten a ride with a friend. That nosy part of Sam's mind thought 'That means she's planning to drink tonight', but then he stopped to take a deep breath and made himself put his sister out of his mind. He needed to focus on his own evening, after all. So he silently wished Rosie a good night, got in his car, and turned the heat way up. He might be coated in wool, but a cold night is still a cold night.

Tyler Roberts shared the rent on a somewhat humble house with several other people, which meant all of them had to be in on the party, so Sam wasn't surprised to find he could hear the bass thudding inside before he even got out of the car. The ram just hoped they didn't _all_invite a ton of friends, he always got stressed when a party was jammed with people. Hurrying up the drive, hunching his head down against his fleecy shoulders, Sam made it to the door without incident and rang the bell. He'd known Tyler for long enough that Tyler sometimes told him he could let himself in, but that clashed with the way Sam's parents had raised him. Fortunately, it wasn't long at all before the door opened, letting the music wash over him and revealing the tall, lanky form of Sam's best friend. "Sam!" cried Tyler, grinning widely, "Good to see you!" The Australian shepherd stepped forward and threw his arms around the other male, who hugged him back with a laugh. "You act like you haven't seen me in years," Sam said, "How much have you had to drink?" Stepping back, the dog made a dismissive wave with one wrist. "Pshaw," he replied, as though his tail weren't wagging excitedly, "I'm just glad to see my buddy! Now c'mon in before you turn into a sheepsicle."

Once Sam was inside, he shrugged off his coat and added it to the collection in the living room, and then headed out to the kitchen, where Tyler was waiting to hand him a beer. They wordlessly clinked their bottles together as if toasting, and then leaned against the wall near the pantry. The ram was silently relieved that the party was well-populated, but not too crowded. "Going well?" Sam asked, gesturing around them, "Everybody seems happy." "Oh, fuck yeah," the dog confirmed, "Everyone's cool, no arguments or fights or shit, it's very chill so far. I think it's the weather." Tyler put an exaggerated smile on his face and leaned in closer to Sam, doing everything but actually saying 'Get it? Get it?' The ram tried not to snicker and failed. "Yes, yes, very clever, Ty," he said, reaching over and patting his friend on the head condescendingly, "Good boy." Tyler actually laughed and shook his head. "Oooh, if you were anybody else, I'd punch you in the face," he lied, "It's not that you're my friend, of course, I'm just worried about hitting those horns of yours." "Of course," Sam agreed. "Purely out of curiosity, what if it was a hot bitch scratching you behind the ears?" At that exact moment, serendipitously, a golden retriever femme walked past them with a wine cooler in her hand, and Sam could swear she slowed down just for an instant and gave Tyler an approving glance. The Australian shepherd watched her go before he answered. "Okay, one, that's our word, don't use the B-word when other dogs are around," he said, "And two... stay out of my browser history." Sam laughed again and took a swig, sighing contentedly as he looked back at his friend. "It's good to see you again, man," he said, "Damned good to see you."

They spent a few minutes just shooting the shit, talking about nothing in particular. They reminisced about their school days, updated each other on their families, argued over the quality of a recent movie release, all the usual things. It was around the time the music changed to a bass-heavy hip-hop song that Tyler glanced around and leaned in conspiratorially. "Alright, look, I've kinda got this thing set up for you," the dog said. "What kind of thing?" Sam asked neutrally, "If this is about your VR setup, I told you, the headset won't fit over my horns." "No, no, not that!" Tyler insisted, "Though for the record, it sucks that you can't adjust it for that. No, I mean, uh..." Looking around again, as if someone might be eavesdropping, the canine smiled. "So this girl reached out to me," he said, "It seems she's got a huge crush on you, has for a while now." Sam blinked, genuinely surprised. Had he been so oblivious that he'd missed something like that? "Really?" he asked, "Who?" He looked around; there were plenty of girls at the party, and a lot of them were sheep, which wasn't surprising given that the species had a tendency to congregate in large numbers in the same area, a leftover instinct from their feral progenitors' days living in flocks. Most decent-sized cities had an ovine district. One shapely ewe met his eyes and smiled, which made Sam's pulse race for a moment, but then she turned to the feline girl next to her and leaned in for a kiss. Right, he decided, probably not her then. Unless there's a threesome in my future.

"That's not how it works, buddy," Tyler said, waving dismissively, "She made me promise I wouldn't give you her name." Sam frowned, confused. "Then why even say it at all?" "I'm getting to that!" the dog muttered, "See, she knows I'm your best friend, so she asked me to arrange an, uh, special introduction for the two of you." "This is what that winky face was about," said Sam. It was a statement, not a question, as the taller male had reached perfect certainty. "Right," confirmed Tyler, "So here's the idea: I'm gonna go send her into a room and turn the lights off, and then I go get you, and send you in, and -" "Really, Ty?" the ram asked, frowning, "You expect me to play 'seven minutes in heaven'? I'm a grown-ass man, not a skinny fourteen-year-old with a cracking voice." Tyler sighed and shrugged helplessly. "Dude, she's really nervous, I guess she finds you intimidating, with your big ass devil horns and ripped muscles, throwing trolls off bridges and shit," he said, "So she can't bring herself to talk to you. What better icebreaker could there be than going straight to first base?" Sam snickered and shook his head. "It was_goats_ that threw a troll off a bridge, not sheep, you doofus." "Okay, but you get what I mean," Tyler said, glossing over it, "you're a really big guy!" The muscular ram shrugged, conceding the point. "Your tail is wagging," Sam pointed out, "You're not gonna put a feral or a dude in drag or something in there, are you?" "I'm hurt!" Tyler gasped, "I would never trick you into kissing a feral, that's - that's just disgusting! I swear to you, Sam, I'm talking about a real, live, flesh and blood woman. And she's not, like, deformed or three hundred pounds or anything, either."

Frowning slightly, Sam scratched at his chin. It almost felt like the universe was telling him he needed to get laid. "I don't know, Tyler, this seems really sketchy..." he muttered. "I'm not saying you have to marry her or anything, dude," the Australian shepherd said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Just go into the room, enjoy yourself for a few minutes, and see what happens. You already know she's into you, so it's not like you have to worry about getting rejected. Besides, I, uh, sorta told her already that you'd be into the idea." Sam took a moment to finish what was left of his beer while he mulled it over, and then sighed. "You know what? Fuck it," he said, scarcely able to believe he was doing so, "I'll meet this girl. But if you're trying to prank me, I swear..." Tyler laughed delightedly. "That's what I like to hear!" he said, as his tail sped up a little, "This is gonna be awesome!"

Sam stayed right where he was, as per Tyler's request, while the dog headed off to go set things up. The ram thought about getting another beer for courage, but instead he chose to get a mint out of the crumpled packet in his pocket, remembering his thought back at the apartment about fresh breath for kissing. Right around the time it had almost dissolved, an excited Tyler returned, and gestured for Sam to follow him as he headed to the back of the house. "Okay, so everything is set up," his canine friend explained, "The lights are off, and she's waiting for you on a couch at the back of the room. Before you ask, there's a window, so you'll know where the wall is, but there's no moon out tonight, so you won't be able to see shit. Oh, uh, she was on the left side of the couch when I left, try not to sit on her." They stopped outside an inconspicuous door that lead to a small back room. "I lit a shitload of incense, to cover up your scents," Tyler said, "Uh, I dunno how good a sheep's sense of smell is, but that's important for dogs. Oh, and remember, no talking. You're not there to figure out who she is before the seven minutes are up, you're there to make out with a hot stranger!" "Seven - dude, are you really gonna play this by the book, like we're kids on a sleepover or something?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Tyler grinned widely and nodded with an exaggerated waggle, which made the ram snicker and shake his head. "Fine, fine, your party, your game," Sam said, "But I might have to make you play 'spin the bottle' with a bunch of randoms afterwards." He poked his friend in the chest. "And not just lady randoms, either." Tyler snorted, unmoved. "Joke's on you," he said, "I'm bi." Sam laughed softly. "Oh, right... shit. Well, fuck it, I'll find a way to make it uncomfortable for you if I have to add a cactus to the game," he teased, "Now excuse me while I go find this mystery woman."

To Sam's chagrin, as he opened the door, Tyler produced a large, thick blanket from somewhere and stretched it up to cover the doorframe, so that the light from outside didn't make it into the room - or light up Sam's figure. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he stepped into the room, closed the door behind himself, and just managed to stop himself from calling out 'hello?' when he remembered he wasn't supposed to talk. Tyler hadn't been kidding, it was pitch black in here, the only thing Sam could see was the window facing, as Tyler had promised, a moonless night. The back of the house happened to face the top of a hill, so there weren't even any city lights off in the distance to look at, just the blue-purple rectangle of the dark winter sky. Since it was the only visible thing in his world at the moment, Sam found it impossible to look away from that rectangle, which made the whole feeling a little surreal. It was only when he heard the minute creak of a couch as someone moved on it that he was spurred into action, taking slow, hesitant steps forward as his pulse began to race. It had seemed stupid, childish, when Tyler had told him the plan, but in the moment, it was actually incredibly exciting. Who was this girl, who was willing to kiss him before even saying hello? Before he even knew her name? Maybe he'd been wrong about this 'dumb sleepover game'. Taking a deep breath of incense-scented air, Sam proceeded to the end of the room, briefly worried over whether Tyler had meant the girl was sitting on his left, facing the couch, or her left, facing the door. Deciding action was better than inaction, he moved to the right (his right), felt around for the couch, found it, and sat down. To his relief, no one was in the way.

Sam hurriedly made himself comfortable, and then, with another deep breath, he turned towards the other side of the couch and began sliding his hand along the back cushion. When it bumped into something warm, he actually gasped out loud - but so did she. Without thinking about it, he closed his hand around whatever it was he'd found, and worked out in his head that it was a shoulder. Judging from the fuzziness, she was a sheep, too. Biting his lip, the ram slid his hand down a warm, slender arm until he found a trembling hand. Taking it in his own, Sam gave it a squeeze. Even in the dark, he could tell she was nervous - as nervous as he suddenly was - and he felt the instinctive desire to reassure her. To his delight, his mystery companion squeezed his hand back. Sam moved his thumb out and began to rub the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger, silently marvelling at how silky smooth and soft it was. Lifting his other hand, he reached out tentatively into the dark - and bumped into her hand, searching for him. Swallowing, he gently trailed his fingers up this arm until he found her other shoulder, and then turned entirely to face her, positioning himself a little closer as he did so. He still couldn't get over how exciting it was that he didn't have the slightest idea who she was. It was so, so difficult to resist the urge to speak, but then, he supposed, the game wasn't called 'seven minutes of conversation'.

This was it, the moment of truth. Time to take a leap of faith into the unknown, trust that his best friend wasn't trying to make a fool of him, and make this girl's day. Moving his hand to the back of his companion's head, Sam slipped his hand into her hair - it felt thick and curly, which wasn't exactly uncommon for a sheep - and bought a moment to build up his confidence by toying his fingers through her soft locks. Then, cupping his hand against the back of her head, the ram slowly leaned in close, angling for where he estimated her mouth was. He missed, just slightly, encountering her nose, but she just giggled softly, apparently unbothered. Sam would have smiled if he weren't so eager by now. Trying again, he found the ewe's lips and kissed her enthusiastically. Both sheep sighed contentedly as they tasted each other for the first time, curiously working their lips together for a moment before getting their tongues involved. Once again, Sam reached out into the unknown and found his mystery woman had the same idea; their tongues met halfway, recoiling for a moment in surprise before moving back in to embrace, slipping around each other with a level of comfort and familiarity that Sam would have never believed possible with a perfect stranger. Even right next to her, the girl's scent was hidden from Sam, thanks to the thick cloud of incense in the room.

With the lights out and nothing in particular to listen to, it was incredible how focused Sam was on his sense of touch. Whoever she was, she was so soft, so warm, so eager, and he found himself wanting her more and more by the second. Without even thinking about it, he let go of her hand and moved his arm around her back, embracing the ewe and pulling her closer, rubbing his hand up and down her back and feeling her fleece through her shirt. She did nothing to stop this, and returned the gesture, hugging Sam back and clinging to him tightly. The ewe trembled in his arms and explored his back with her soft, graceful hands, while her even softer breasts pressed against his chest in a most pleasing way. She was slender, and quite a bit shorter than Sam was, but that just made the ram feel strangely protective of her, like he wanted to hold her close and keep her safe. He also wanted to turn the lights on, take a look at her face, and ask her to go out with him, not necessarily in that order. Distantly, it occurred to him that he didn't know what he was supposed to do at the end of the seven minutes, but he was so content that the thought flitted away as quickly as it came. He groaned with need as he felt his penis begin to stir in his pants, and enjoyed the way she shuddered against him in response. Deeply enjoying this little game, Sam completely lost himself in kissing the mystery female, in a way he hadn't experienced in years, since the manic infatuation he'd had with his first love.

Maybe seven minutes passed. Maybe it was only five. Maybe it was an hour. In the anonymous girl's arms, Sam had completely lost track of the passage of time, and of everything else except this tantalizing female. All he knew was that one moment, he was kissing the ewe, and the next, the door suddenly flew open without the slightest warning, Tyler leapt inside and closed it behind himself, and then with a click, all the lights in the room came on. "Time's up!" the dog announced delightedly, "Surprise!" Sam blinked against the harsh, blinding light as his eyes adjusted - and then gasped out loud in shock, at the same moment the ewe did. "Oh my God!" Sam cried, "Rosie?!" "Sammy?!" exclaimed his little sister, who seemed just as surprised as he did.

* * *

Rosie giggled as her brother gave her a dirty look over his shoulder. "What?" she asked, playfully, "Is it a crime to want to see my brother find happiness?" She laughed softly for a bit, then brought up a hand and swept her bangs out of her eyes. "Are you still going to that party tonight?" she asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. "Maybe you'll meet -" Suddenly, she was interrupted by her cell phone going off, so she slipped down from the counter so her pockets were easier to reach into, and pulled it out. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, Rose, it's me, Tyler!" said the voice on the other end, "Um, Sam's friend?" "Oh! Uh, hi!" she replied, drawing a blank for a moment before remembering the handsome, though sloppy canine; she couldn't quite recall his breed. "Did you mean to -" "No," he interrupted, "I did not mean to call your brother, I assure you." "Uh, okay..." Immediately curious why Tyler would be calling her, Rosie wandered away from the kitchen area, sitting back down on the couch and forgetting all about Sam and his eggs, or whatever it was he was doing. "So look," Tyler said, "Have you heard I'm throwing a party tonight?" "Yeah..." she answered, as several reasons he might be calling her - some innocent, some not - occurred to her. When Tyler spoke up again, he sounded just a little self-conscious. "Well... I was wondering if you'd be interested in dropping by." That surprised her. "Me?" she replied, "Are you asking me out or something?" There was a clatter back by the kitchen, but the ewe ignored it.

"Not me, actually, but..." Tyler trailed off, and for a moment, Rosie thought the call had been dropped by the network. It wouldn't be the first time, after all. "Hello?" she said, straining to hear anything. "Sorry, I just - look, I'll level with you," the dog said, "There's a guy coming to this party who is sweet on you, real bad, he's had a crush on you for years, but he's mad shy, and he just freezes up whenever he tries to tell you." Leaning back against the soft couch cushions, Rosie raised a doubtful eyebrow. "Really?" she asked, carefully keeping her voice neutral, "You're not just messing with me, are you?" Tyler actually laughed softly. "Oh hell no, I wouldn't do that," he said, totally earnestly, "You're Sam Carver's sister, you could probably kick my skinny canine ass!" The ewe couldn't help but smile at the unusual compliment. "Anyway, the guy knows that I'm Sam's best friend," Tyler continued, "so I have this, I don't know, indirect connection to you, and he wanted to know if I could reach out and invite you to the party." "Right, right," she said, physically nodding even though the dog couldn't see her. He made it seem so reasonable, but the idea of some guy having a hopeless crush on little old Rosie Carver seemed almost absurd... "I gotcha. So who is it?" "That's the thing, I sort of promised him I wouldn't tell you," Tyler said apologetically, "Actually, I wasn't supposed to tell you any of this, but my improv skills are kinda shitty. If you show up, I'd be happy to arrange a meeting between you two. What do you say?" Rosie bit her lip, pondering this unexpected turn of events for a few seconds before deciding to be bold. "Well, this is kinda short notice... but I didn't really have anything planned for tonight," she admitted, "Can I bring a couple friends so it won't just be me and a bunch of strangers?" "Oh, sure, sure, absolutely," Tyler said, "I mean, don't bring your whole contacts list, but friends are cool." "Great!" Rosie replied, "I guess I'll see you then!" The ewe hung the phone up and resisted the urge to bleat in excitement. Maybe Sammy wasn't the one who would find romance at this party!

* * *

Sam and Rosie stared in absolute shock at each other, eyes wide as saucers, as Tyler absolutely lost it across the room, leaning against the wall to keep from toppling over from laughing so hard. "Oh my God! Oh my God, your faces!" the Australian shepherd managed between helpless peals of laughter. "Don't look now, dude, but you just made out with your sister!" Belatedly catching up with himself, Sam realized his hand was still cupped against the back of Rosie's head, fingers intertwined with her hair, and he carefully moved it down to a less passionate position on her shoulder. He could barely believe this was happening. The way his heart had been pounding at her merest touch, the way he felt when she shuddered against him... he could still taste her, for God's sake!

...And it had been Rosie all along?

Tyler managed to stand up, still giggling, and wiped a tear out of his eye. "Hehehe... you know, I was kind of expecting you to flip out and start screaming," he commented, "So are you two just taking this really well, or are y'all like, in shock or something?" The ram was barely listening to his friend's delighted banter. He had trouble taking his gaze away from his little sister's big, innocent blue eyes. He wished he knew what she was thinking... Between the two of them, Rosie recovered first. "...Sammy?" she whispered, "Y-you're the guy Tyler told me about?" The dog frowned, confused. "What's that, now?" he asked, cocking one ear to the side. "Big brother, do - do you have feelings for me?" Rosie asked, her voice a trembling whisper. Sam shuddered from head to toe and bit his lip, full of conflicting feelings. Finally, he sagged his shoulders, surrendering to the moment, and went with the simplest answer: the truth. "...Yes," he breathed, "Yes, I do. Oh, Rosie, I - I'm sorry, I never wanted you to know, but... but you've grown up to be such an intelligent, beautiful woman..." "What?!" gasped Tyler. Both Carvers ignored him. "Oh God, sis, please don't cry..." Sam said, his heart twisting into knots of shame and self-loathing as his sister's eyes visibly welled up. "N-no, you don't get it..." Rosie whimpered, "Sammy, I have feelings for you!" This time, the dog didn't say anything, apparently too confused to find the words. He just looked from one ovine to the other as if he'd never seen a sheep before. "Are - are you serious?" Sam asked, feeling a warmth spreading inside his chest. "How could I not love you, Sam?" the ewe asked, "You're so confident, you never let anything get you down, you go after goals with determination... and God, you're so_big_..." As she said this last bit, the hand she'd laid on his shoulder slid down and began rubbing one of his biceps.

Sam's heart was starting to beat faster again as he began to understand the weight of those words. "I didn't realize it until we moved into that apartment together!" he said, excitedly, "Before that, I barely even thought of you as a girl! But all of a sudden, we're spending all our time together, and you're confiding all your hopes and worries in me... and then there was the time you knocked on my door to ask where I put the laundry, and you were in your underwear... God, Rosie, I've been dreaming about you!" "Yes!" the ewe said, excitedly, "That's it exactly! You were just 'my big brother', not 'a guy', but then we moved to the city, and you'd tell me the things that were bothering you, things that you were worrying about, and I realized you weren't just this big, stoic action figure who wasn't bothered by anything, you were a real man with real feelings, and I saw this whole side of you I never realized was there when we were growing up!" Sam sensed more than saw hesitation, and he cocked one eyebrow. "I sense an 'and'." he pried with a smirk. Rosie blushed even as she smiled self-consciously. "...And you'd come back from working out in the building's gym, and you'd be all sweaty and manly in just those tight shorts, and oh my God when you're sheared, all your muscles stand out and..." She shook her head and shivered in his arms. Sam chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious himself. "I wasn't doing it to show off, I swear..." he said. "I knooooow, you were always so casual about it!" Rosie groaned embarrassedly, "That's what made it so hot!"

The two sheep giggled amongst themselves for a bit as Tyler stared in stunned silence. When quiet fell upon the siblings again, Sam slowly raised his hand to his little sister's face, cupping her velvety black cheek and pushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes with his thumb. Rosie was trembling again, apparently sensing the same way he did that this was an important moment. "...I love you, Rosie," the ram finally said, "I've loved you for years, I just never knew how to tell you." The younger sheep whimpered and tightened her grip on him. "Ohh, Sammy, I love you too!" she replied, "Please..." She trailed off without saying anything, but he knew what she wanted. Sam leaned in close, with the lights on and her identity burning in his mind, and he kissed his sister the way he'd been longing to for so very, very long. Overcome with emotion, Rosie bleated softly and tensed up in his embrace, but quickly relaxed and began to kiss him back.

Tyler looked just as shocked and confused as the two Carvers had when the lights came up. As the sheep made out like he wasn't there at all, he couldn't take his eyes off the scandalous sight. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked, without much fire in his voice at all, "Have you both lost your minds? This was a prank! You're supposed to freak out! Get mad at me! You're not supposed to keep going, this is - this is incest!" Sam ignored that in favour of the soft, warm woman in his arms, and the ovine siblings continued to smooch as if their friend hadn't spoken. "Hey, are you listening?" Tyler said, "Seriously, guys, what are you... okay, that's a grope." The siblings carried on as if the agitated dog weren't even present; Sam sighed contentedly as he raised one hand to Rosie's chest and boldly squeezed one of her small but perky breasts through her shirt. As he kneaded and massaged the supple flesh, his sister moaned into the kiss and arched her back, which had the effect of making her breasts stand out more, as if she were offering herself to him freely. Never in his life had Sam wanted a woman more than he wanted Rosie right now.

The ewe broke off the kiss and whimpered with pleasure. "God, yes," she whispered, "Touch me, Sammy, touch me!" The siblings rolled down to the side, so that Rosie ended up on her back with Sam above her. The younger sheep's soft white hair splayed out pleasingly around her head, neatly framing her smiling face and providing an attractive contrast with her licorice-black skin. The ram leaned down to capture his sister's lips with a swift, decisive kiss, even as he moved to capture her breasts with both of his hands, gripping them firmly, possessively, the way he'd wanted to for longer than he'd care to admit. Rosie pulled away just long enough to make an adorably high-pitched yelp before returning to the lip-lock, and she put both her hands on the backs of her brother's, encouraging him to squeeze and explore her soft flesh. After a moment, she curled one of her slender legs around the back of his, as if holding Sam in place and preventing an escape attempt. With the ewe growing aroused, her scent was growing stronger, and the incense could no longer cover it up, not this close. If anything, this just made Sam's ardour stronger, reminding him with each and every breath that this beautiful woman in his arms, this eager female reacting enthusiastically to his touch and kissing him with all the energy she could muster, was his little sister Rosie. He remembered the two of them playing together as small children, growing up and learning about the world, relying on each other to get through, and over the years he'd watched her mature from the fuzzy little puffball of her youngest years to the well-read idealist whose optimism had helped him through some of the harder times more recently. He would have expected such thoughts to make him feel guilty for kissing her, but if anything, they underlined his desire for the younger sheep, for he knew Rosie's heart better than any other female on the planet, just as well as she knew his, and with their shared experiences, it was like... it was like... He broke off the kiss and let out a shuddery sigh. "We were made for each other, little sister," he breathed, "We were made for each other."

Rosie visibly shuddered and reached up to touch her brother's face. "Oh, Sammy..." she whispered, stroking his cheeks. As Sam smiled down at her, one of his sister's hands strayed upwards to touch the ram's horns. They were strong, spiral structures with no cracks or defects, and Sam was proud of them, but he had no sensation in them, so he mostly ignored this and let her fondle them at will. As she continued to rub them, Rosie looked over at Tyler, who stood stock still with both hands clasped to the sides of his head, looking somewhat unhappy. "Tyler!" she said, smiling, "You'll have to tell me someday how you knew! I wasn't, like, advertising it, and we barely spend any time together." Surprised, Sam leaned back a little, interrupting Tyler's sputtering attempt at a response. "This wasn't your idea?" he asked, oblivious to his friend's distress, "I thought you set this up!" "No!" Rosie replied, looking back at him, "I got a call from Tyler! Something about a boy with a crush on me. I thought it was your idea!" "Tyler told me there was a girl with a crush on me," Sam replied, laughing, before he looked back over at the agitated dog, "You tricked both of us, Ty? I had no idea you were such a matchmaker!"

The Australian shepherd's eyes widened as his ears lowered, and he held out his hands and shook them vehemently in a gesture of denial. "No! No no no no no!" he said insistently, "I - I didn't mean for this to happen, I didn't know you - you..." He bit his lip as though he physically found the words difficult to say. "I didn't know you actually wanted each other..." he managed at last. "God, if I'd realized you'd be into this..." But Sam was kissing a giggling Rosie's throat, and the Carvers were not listening. Tyler let out a canine whine and looked away. "You g-guys need to stop..." he muttered, "C'mon now..." "What's the problem?" Sam teased, "We're not asking you to make out with your big sister." Tyler gasped out loud, clearly horrified at the mere utterance of those words - or at least it would have been 'clearly' if the sheep were paying attention. "You leave Karen out of this!" he said, lowering his ears crossly, "This is weird enough as it is!" "I didn't know he had a sister," Rosie murmured idly, as she traced a fingernail along the grooves in one of her brother's horns. "I have no idea if any of your friends have siblings," Sam replied conversationally, as he returned a hand to the ewe's bosom. "Good point. Hey, Tyler!" Rosie called, looking over at the dog as casual as can be, despite the fondling she was receiving, "Do you think Karen would be into that? It would be nice for us to not be the only sibling couple around, and you'd be a great catch!"

"Oh my God, shut up!" Tyler cried, covering his eyes as if his sibling were suddenly standing before him with bedroom eyes and her birthday suit, beckoning him into her sinful embrace. The sheep giggled together as their friend blushed up a storm. "C'mon, Ty, lighten up," Sam said, before leaning in to affectionately nuzzle against his sister's face. "Lighten up?!" Tyler replied, "You guys do realize that this isn't just something most people find icky, right? That incest is a crime?" "What are you worried about?" Rosie asked, after licking Sam's nose. She frowned exaggeratedly and pointed at the nervous canine. "Tyler, you're under arrest!" she said in a parody of a deep, stern voice, "You are hereby charged with 'accessory to incest', and you have the right to remain silent!" The flippant joke didn't get any further before the ewe's poker face fell apart. The siblings tittered together again, and Tyler sighed. "You guys aren't taking this seriously enough!" the frustrated canine complained. "On the contrary!" said Rosie, "I'm seriously glad that after you realized we both wanted each other, you decided you wanted to see us together even though this is, you know, non-conventional!" Leaning up from burying his face in his sister's neck and shoulders, Sam grinned at his friend, showing off those flat teeth of his. "Yeah, thanks so much for setting us up, Ty!" he agreed wholeheartedly, "I owe you, like, a million!"

Tyler seemed distressed for some reason. "I - I wasn't trying to set you up!" he protested, "God, you're not listening! I thought it would be funny if I tricked you into doing something gross! It was supposed to be hilarious!" Rosie looked over at him and furrowed her brow even as she smirked. "You know, most people would be pretty mad at you if you tricked them into kissing their own brothers!" she said, waggling a scolding finger at him, before looking up into Sam's face and smiling, "But under the circumstances, I think I'll forgive you..." Putting a hand on her thigh, Sam beamed down at her, nuzzling against the hand that caressed his cheek. "You're so magnanimous, Rosie," he said, admiringly. "Well, I learned from my big brother," she replied playfully as the Carvers made bedroom eyes at each other. However, Rosie's smile fell away as she gasped out loud, which was understandable given that Sam's hand suddenly slid up her thigh to cup over her crotch through her skinny jeans. The ram had started by immediately giving her mound a squeeze, but he pulled away at her reaction. "I - I'm sorry, was that too far?" he asked, uncertainly. "Are you guys, like, counter-pranking me?" Tyler asked, confused. "Is that what this is?" Ignoring him, Sam swallowed and averted his eyes. "I'm just so excited," the ram admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "If I'm going too fast for you..." "Yes! You're going too fast, not thinking clearly!" the Australian shepherd interjected, obviously enthusiastic about the idea, "You should both take a step back and cool down, then take some time to think this through, talk about the situation logically, like reasonable adults, and -" "No, no, it's fine," Rosie interrupted, as though the canine hadn't spoken, "I was just startled... you're not moving too fast. In fact..." The ewe bit her lip as she took her big brother's hand and moved it to the top button on her shirt. "I want more..." she breathed, and Sam shuddered from head to toe.

The elder sheep swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling rather dry, and he glanced off to the side towards his friend. Tyler looked downright horrified by now, but Sam's mind was elsewhere and he barely noticed. "Really, sis, with Tyler right there?" he asked. It wasn't a complaint or a judgement, merely a question asked out of genuine curiosity. Rosie giggled excitedly. "He went to all this trouble to set us up so we'd realize how much we loved each other," she replied, "Without him, I would probably never get to be with you." Her grin took on a deeply playful slant as she looked over towards the Australian shepherd. "...So if Tyler wants to watch," Rosie continued, while looking directly at him, "I say we let him!"

As Tyler's jaw dropped open in shock, Sam took his sister up on that offer and began to unbutton her shirt, his heart pounding faster and faster as he moved down the line, and more and more of her chest was exposed. It was wintertime, of course, so Rosie's actual flesh was obscured by thick, plush wool, but to a sheep, the sight was just as erotic as naked skin, just as other morphics don't mind their coating of fur. When he freed the final button from its containment, Sam pulled the sides of her shirt open and marvelled in the view of Rosie's soft, soft fleece and the simple bra that held her breasts in place. Before he went to work on its front-facing clasp, he reached down to just touch her with his naked hands, to feel his sister's pelt without her shirt in the way. As he ran his fingers along her body, tracing the feminine contours of her abdomen, Sam was overcome with need and bleated out loud with excitement before he could catch himself. Rosie covered her mouth and snickered, but her blush suggested that she was just as excited as he was. After a few moments, Rosie churred and placed both of her hands on the backs of his. "Oh God, Sammy... I've wanted to feel your hands on me for so long..." she whispered, as he continued to explore her, "I used to lie in bed and imagine what it would be like for you to touch me, to see the look in your eyes and know that you wanted me..." "H-how does reality stack up against the fantasy?" he replied, stumbling on his words slightly because his throat had dried out again. "Mmmmm, it's even better..." Rosie sighed, moving his hands up to her bra. "No, no way, now I know you guys are messing with me, there's no way Rosie would let you get her tits out, especially not with me right here!" protested Tyler as Sam worked on the latch to his sibling's bra. After a few more moments of fiddling with it, Sam looked over to his friend and silently winked - as the bra popped open with a click, and the ram peeled the cups away from his sister's teats. Rosie, of course, was entirely unbothered by this, though she did look up at her would-be lover with a shyness that seemed out of character after how eagerly she'd been kissing him.

"Rosie..." Sam whispered, slipping a hand up to cup one of her boobs from the side. His sister's breasts were covered in a much thinner layer of fleece than the rest of her body, with her stiff pink nipples being bare of wool entirely. They were a little on the small side, but it was okay, because so was the girl they were attached to. As the ram gently brushed his thumb over her nipple, Rosie whimpered and squirmed beneath him. "Feeling a little sensitive, hmm?" Sam teased, "Well, I don't blame you, not if you've wanted this as long as I have. He (reluctantly) let go in order to lean back and peel his own shirt off over his head. When he dropped it to the floor, Rosie smiled bashfully. "God, you're sexy," she muttered, playing her fingertips through his wool, "Even if you're all fluffy and I can't see your muscles like in the summer." "That's true," he said, smirking, "But I figure I'm way more fun to cuddle right now." The ewe smirked and reached up, firmly gripping two handfuls of her brother's wool, and pulled him back down towards her. "I'll be the judge of that," she insisted, eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Sam brought his hands up to her soft teats again and began to squeeze and rub, and Rosie moaned into the kiss. Tyler said nothing, for he was biting his lip, unable to take his eyes off the taboo scene.

Sam continued to toy with Rosie's boobs, kneading and massaging the soft, soft flesh, getting a feel for weight and consistency, as well as rubbing and teasing at her hard, sensitive nipples, sticking straight out like miniature bullets. As he rolled one between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, the ewe moaned again and tensed up before shuddering. Across the room, the Australian shepherd just stared, leaning back against the wall with his ears down and his tail between his legs. "Th-this is all an elaborate prank," he murmured, "That's not really your sister, it's - it's - uh, it's your secret girlfriend, done up to look like Rosie?" Despite an obvious effort to convince himself, Tyler didn't look like he believed it for a second. Sam broke off the kiss and stroked the side of his sister's flushed face. "Rosie, I need to... to taste you..." he whispered, "Please..." The younger sheep whimpered and nodded eagerly. "I thought you'd never ask..." she breathed, cradling the back of her brother's head as he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. As he began to suckle, making her gasp with pleasure, Sam reached down and began to unfasten Rosie's jeans. She wasn't wearing a belt, so he just opened the button and began to work the zipper down with his free hand. But when his lips made contact with his sister's breast, he'd apparently crossed some kind of line, and Tyler yelped out loud. "No!" he gasped, "Nope, I can't do this! I'm not just g-gonna stand around watching while you two - while you two commit incest!" Pressing a hand to his forehead and stumbling towards the door, he whimpered quietly to himself, the quintessential sound of canine confusion. "You're not being very gracious to your host, by the way..." Grumbling to himself, Tyler slipped out the door, closing it firmly behind him. The corners of Sam's mouth were turned up by the time it closed; Tyler may have talked like he found the idea repulsive, but he hadn't actually tried to stop them... and when he'd turned to the side in order to leave, Sam had noticed a bulge in the shepherd's pants.

Left alone in privacy, Sam turned his attention back to his sister, but no sooner had he started to suck on Rosie's nipple before she gently pulled his head up so she could meet his gaze. "Is it okay to just let him wander off?" she whispered, "Do you think he might tell anyone?" Sam looked over to the door for a long, thoughtful moment, and then shook his head. "No, even if Tyler really wasn't cool about everything, I don't think he'd betray me like that," he finally said, "I mean, I've known him since the fourth grade. I think it'll be fine. He does have a party to host, after all." He resumed toying with his lover's nipples, and as Rosie giggled, he added "Hell, he'll probably run interference for us and keep people out of the room." Leaning down, he licked Rosie's nose. "Having said that, if you wanna stop, I'll -" To Sam's surprise (and no small amount of dismay), Rosie interrupted him with a good shove to his chest. He'd meant what he was trying to say, though, and he semi-reluctantly leaned back into a kneeling position, where he blatantly leered at his sister's breasts, expecting that Rosie was going to hide them away again and get dressed. I've waited for years to hear her say 'I love you', he thought, I can wait a little longer for this. Even as he was mentally patting himself on the back for not pressuring her, though, Rosie surprised him by shrugging her arms free of her shirt and slipping her bra off completely, then raising her legs and pulling her jeans free. Finally, she discarded her clothes in an undignified pile next to the couch. Then, lying there in just her panties, the ewe smiled back at her brother, who was grinning from ear to ear and removing his own pants. "No, I'm good," she said, belatedly, "Now, where were we?"

Now clad only in their underwear, the Carver siblings lay back down, with Sam slipping his arms underneath Rosie in order to embrace her as he resumed his oral ministrations on her chest. The ewe shuddered and bleated softly as the eager male began to suckle and lick at a sensitive nipple, and she squirmed beneath Sam, slipping her hands into the fleece on his back and taking hold as if she was afraid she might fall away somehow. Letting out a deep sigh through his nose, Sam closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment, nursing contentedly on his sister's breasts and savouring the way her skin felt against his tongue. Her personal scent was soft and just a little sweet, and with his face pressed against her body, it filled every breath he took. Eventually, Rosie pulled him up and he just held her trembling body against his. She was breathing fast and hard, her coal-black cheeks flushed with arousal, and the warmth in her eyes was unlike anything Sam had ever seen. "Oh, Sammy... I - I don't know if I would have ever had the courage to tell you the truth," she whispered, "I've wanted you for so long, but I never really thought about what would happen if I actually got you... You are so important to me, and I don't wanna screw this up." She glanced off to the side for a second, and then - he could practically see it - she made a concerted effort to meet his gaze again. "We've already gone so far, so fast, I've never kissed a boy the same night I told him I liked him before, much less s-stripped down like this... but this night isn't going anything like I expected it would. When I woke up this morning, I didn't think I'd be going to a party, or kissing anybody at all," she said, "much less the brother I'd been lusting after. I... it feels like I'm floating through a dream, I'm worried this is all going to end... so I want to keep going before I wake up."

Sam was struck dumb, unable to find the words to respond, and so Rosie took the initiative. She tugged on one of his arms, and the ram allowed her to pull it free from beneath her, and then she took hold of her brother's hand and pressed it between her legs. Sam shuddered with desire as he realized that Rosie's panties were quite damp, and that even through the sodden material, he could feel the heat radiating off her mound. "I never thought I'd see you as this beautiful..." Sam whispered, "I never thought I'd want you like this..." He cupped his hand against her, feeling her smaller body tensing up beneath him, and then he let go, moving up and sliding his hand into Rosie's panties. He held her gaze the entire time and she didn't make a single sign of disapproval or discomfort. As Sam once again cupped his hand against his sister's naked flesh, the ewe whimpered with need, and he felt her most sensitive flesh twitch against his palm. He could almost see her inner walls clenching in on themselves with desire, and he still felt light-headed at the idea that her desire was directed at him. "Sammy... I - I need you to know, before we get any further, that, um..." Rosie blushed even harder for a moment before she grinned with a self-conscious demeanour so common to their species that humans referred to it as 'sheepish'. "...I'm a virgin, big brother," she finally said. "I mean, it's not gonna hurt, I've, uh, I've been using toys for years, but the furthest I've ever gotten with a guy is, you know, using our mouths."

Sam smiled at her as he adjusted his other arm to let him play his fingers through her long white hair. "Rose Abigail Carver," he said, in his best 'authoritarian big brother' voice, "How long have you known me?" "All my life," she replied, immediately. They'd exchanged those words before, just never while she was leaking feminine juices onto his fingers. "Then you should know perfectly well that you shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, "I haven't wanted you for this long just to fuck it up now! Would I do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable?" After a moment, he coughed, averted his eyes, and added "Not including the time when I was ten and I spread the rumour that you eat grass like a feral..." Rosie had an Inherited digestive system, which for a sheep meant she was biologically incapable of consuming meat, but that still left a wide variety of vegetarian dishes available to her; she wasn't forced to graze on the lawn to feed herself. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Rosie smirked. "Aside from that?" she replied, pointedly, "No, no you wouldn't." Eager to move past that point, Sam winked at her. "Then you shouldn't be embarrassed if you want me to take things slow to make you more comfortable," the ram said. He then leaned in much closer, whispering his next words directly into her twitching ear. "Don't worry, sis... I'll be gentle." He punctuated that sentence by squeezing his little sister's vulva, but he would swear she was already moaning.

Rosie whimpered and shuddered as Sam ran his fingers up and down her labia, savouring the texture of his sister's most private flesh, coated in her juices, which continued to leak onto his fingers as he fondled her. "Ohhhhh, yes..." Rosie breathed, clinging to the ram's upper body as he explored the unfamiliar territory within her panties. When Sam's palm brushed against her clitoris, the ewe yelped out loud and bucked her hips against his hand, probably involuntarily if her embarrassed reaction was anything to go by. "You're so wet..." he whispered, "Starting to worry you'll run out of juice and dry out, or die of dehydration... you wanna stop so you can get some water?" "Sammmmy, don't tease me!" she whined, rolling her hips and grinding against his palm. Chuckling, Sam began to rub the tip of one finger up and down his sister's slit, pressing just hard enough against it for Rosie to feel it, not enough to slip between her labia. "Sorry, Rosie," he replied, "It's a bit hard to break the habit of teasing you after all these years... not that it isn't still fun." He dipped his finger down a little further, spreading her lips just slightly, and Rosie shuddered as a rivulet of arousal slipped out around his digit. Averting her eyes in embarrassment, the ewe pouted adorably. "God, you're being such a brother right now!" she grumbled, to Sam's delight, and then added "...I hate so much that this is working. I haven't been this turned on in weeks." She said it as if she were describing a lost bet, but there was a smiling hiding in her eyes. Sam chuckled again and leaned in to plant a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry, little sister," he whispered, "I'm just so happy that this is actually happening..." He waited until she looked up and gave him a small smile - and then he pushed his finger past her lips and into her wet heat. Watching the emotions playing out in Rosie's eyes as that digit delved within her was magical, a moment that Sam would remember clearly for the rest of his life.

The ram started by sliding his finger along the trembling female's inner walls, which clung tightly to the intruding digit in a snug embrace of moist flesh. "Goddamn..." Sam whispered, not realizing it was aloud. "Wh-what?" Rosie asked, a little self-consciously. Realizing his mistake, Sam shrugged and grinned at her. "It's just... I've never been with a girl who was so tight." Rosie giggled and gave his shoulder a light shove. "Don't make it sound like that's weird," she replied, "Just because_you've_ only been with loose women doesn't mean I'm the problem here!" Sam put on an exaggeratedly offended face as he stared at his sister, eyebrows stretched high. "I will have you know that I'm only attracted to virtuous women," he proclaimed, "who go to church every Sunday!" Rosie regarded him neutrally. "Well, I know that's a lie," she deadpanned, "Since here you are with your hand stuffed in my panties." He swallowed a laugh and frowned as if confused. "You don't go to church every Sunday?" he asked, in false shock. In response, Rosie clenched her inner muscles and squeezed his finger with her slick walls. "Focus," she said, gesturing towards her pelvis, "I direct your attention, again, to your hand in my panties." That did it, and Sam laughed delightedly, beginning to wiggle his digit again. A moment passed, and then he looked at her with more sincere curiosity. "Uh, you do know that 'loose women' doesn't literally mean - you know what, never mind." He began working his finger in and out of her wet channel, and added "You're right, I've got more important things to focus on." As Sam continued fingering her tight pussy, the ewe whimpered with need, clinging to him and trembling constantly. Sam was taking his time, rubbing his fingertip along her soft, warm inner walls, exploring his sister and searching for especially sensitive spots that made her twitch or whimper. Each time he felt her tense up, her walls involuntarily clenching down against his finger, he knew he'd found one, and tried to make a note of where it was. It wasn't easy, though, with the way Rosie kept squirming and writhing beneath him, turning those sensitive spots into moving targets.

Frankly, Sam would have been perfectly happy to keep going just like this, to continue playing with his little sister's eager body until she came, and watch her climax playing out on her beautiful face. But eventually, Rosie stopped him, clamping her thighs shut against his hand and preventing it from moving as she grabbed his wrist and looked up at him pleadingly. "Wait, can we sit up? Please?" she asked, soft eyes wide. "What? Sure, that's not a problem," he replied, a little confused, "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I know I'm kinda big, didn't mean to loom over you like that..." Slipping his hand out of her underwear, Sam pulled himself away and sat up straight. Rosie followed his lead, sitting up next to him. "No, no," she said, "it's just... I want to t-touch you, too." It was at this moment that Sam realized his hard-on was causing a sizable tent in his underwear, which had become much more noticeable when he sat up - and that Rosie had been staring directly at it since she saw it. She lifted her hand towards it as if entranced, but was stopped by politeness. "C-can I touch your cock? Please?" she asked, which struck the ram as the most unnecessary 'please' he'd ever heard. As if he could possibly say no to that request from that woman. "Yes," he breathed, "Oh my God, yes... I've wanted to hear you say that for so long..."

With that, as soon as the word was given, Rosie reached out and grabbed her brother's dick through his underwear, following his lead. She gave it a squeeze and it throbbed, pulsing against her fingers as a dark spot appeared in the fabric at his tip. "Ooh, that's pre, isn't it?" she asked excitedly, "I made you pre!" She only seemed slightly put off as Sam laughed in delight. "It's not a verb, sis," he replied, "But yes, you did." The ewe snorted in amusement. "Well, I'm not exactly going to take the time to say 'My word, dear brother, I've made your tallywhacker leak pre-ejaculate into your knickers!'" Sam burst out laughing again. "Wow, you are my sister," he said, still chuckling, "Your British accent is just as terrible as mine! But fine, fine, you made me pre." Rosie didn't respond, focused as she was on fondling his prick through the stretched fabric of his boxers. Her fingers kept moving down, and she actually frowned more and more the further down his shaft she went. "Wait..." she muttered, and reached up, grabbing hold of his waistband and tugging it out and down. As the ram's naked cock was unceremoniously revealed, Rosie actually gasped. "Jesus!" she whispered, "I didn't know you were packing this!"

Despite himself, Sam moaned softly at her words alone. When she looked at him, he shrugged self-consciously. "The girl I've had a crush on for ages fucking gasped and told me I had a big dick," he said, plainly, "How's a guy supposed to react?" The ewe began staring intently at her brother's penis, studying it curiously, but Sam suspected she was also avoiding his eyes. "I - I don't know, I've never seen one in the flesh before," she mumbled, "I mean, it's not like you're a porn star with a freakishly huge one or anything..." Sam sighed and raised his hands to his heart. "Oh, my pride..." he whimpered. The willowy female was actually frowning at him as she looked up, seeming more embarrassed than ever, but he put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Relax, Rosie," he said, "I'm just fooling around. I know this is all new to you. But hey..." He lifted an arm and flexed, and the younger sheep swallowed as his muscles tightened. "...You said it yourself, sis; you knew I was big already."

Rosie rolled her eyes with a smirk and didn't dignify that with a reply, instead reaching out and taking off Sam's boxer shorts. The brawny male spread his legs a little once he was freed from the tyranny of clothing, to give his lover as much access to his treasures as she wanted. The ewe made herself comfortable again, taking hold of Sam's cock and getting a feel for the naked flesh under her fingers. "It's so hot," she observed, "People always talk about how big dicks are and how hard they are, but nobody ever mentions the heat..." Extending his arm around her, the ram pulled his sister up tight against his side, resting his hand on her hip as she made herself comfortable against him. "Well, you're really hot inside, so it makes sense, right?" he murmured. Rosie began to stroke up and down his shaft, and he sighed contentedly as he throbbed again, leaking a drop of pre-come that quickly oozed down to her hand, running over her knuckles. "S-speaking of which, Rosie, can I...?" he asked, as he played his fingers under the waistband of her panties. "Um... just give me a second," she said, standing up fully as she let go of his dick. The ram watched with approval as his sister slid her panties down her legs and joined him in nudity. "Oh my God, they're soaked," she said, "I've never seen my panties this wet, what did you do to me?" Sam reached out, boldly cupped a hand against one of her small, perfectly formed buttocks, and churred to himself. "Sit down again, little sister, and I'll happily show you..."

The ewe sent a playful smile over her shoulder at Sam and sat down next to her brother, moving slowly so he got a nice eyeful of her rump. The ram slid his hand along the curve of her tush, taking full advantage of the opportunity. "I love your ass," he happily sighed, "Jesus, when you wear those bike shorts in the summer and it outlines everything..." He growled, which admittedly wasn't all that impressive coming from a sheep, but it still made his lover giggle. Just before she made contact with the couch, he grasped her tuft of a tail and gave it a tug. Then, as Rosie cuddled up against his side, taking hold of his dick again, Sam snaked his arm around her and left his hand on her stomach, which not coincidentally also let him hug her closer to him. As his fingers began to drift southwards, Rosie spread her legs invitingly, and Sam slipped his hand down to her cleft once again, slipping two fingers into her this time, and slowly working them in and out as she began to stroke his rigid shaft. Conversation fell away as brother and sister masturbated each other, leering at each others' naked bodies and focusing on their work, and on the way their lovers twitched and shuddered and moved as they felt each other up. Eventually, Sam grunted and another dollop of pre leaked down over the ewe's slender fingers, and he felt her clench down on his fingers in reflexive pleasure. "...This is one of my fantasies," Rosie whispered. "What, this? Just - just hands?" Sam replied, trying very carefully to sound cool, calm, collected, and not like he was approaching orgasm. Leaning her weight against the larger sheep, Rosie reached down with her other hand and began curiously fondling Sam's scrotum, playing her fingers along the wrinkled sac and cautiously feeling the sensitive orbs within. "It was a story I found online, where a girl talked about walking in on her b-brother when he was watching porn," she said, softly, "She decided to join him, see. Eventually, he - he got it out, and she asked if she could touch it, and, well..." Rosie nuzzled against her brother's fuzzy chest. "I don't think it really happened," she admitted, "I don't even think it was really a girl writing it... But it seemed like something that could happen, and I would imagine it happening with - with you and me, and I would always come so hard when I pretended it was your fingers..."

Sam wanted to ask how the fantasy compared to reality, but instead he shuddered and groaned with pleasure from the mental image of his sweet little sister, fingers buried in her snatch, whimpering her way through climax with thoughts of him on the brain. "Oh God..." he whispered, as his prick throbbed again, drooling a slightly more substantial amount of pre-come. "I'm - I'm getting close, Rosie..." He'd only said it as a courtesy, not wanting her to be unpleasantly surprised when he suddenly went off, but the ram was dismayed when his lover reacted by completely releasing his cock and leaving it twitching angrily in the cool air of the room, its surface slick and glistening with pre. Sam swallowed the expletive that popped into his mind and groaned in frustration. "Nnnngh, you c-can't leave a guy hanging like this, sis!" he protested. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said, quickly, "It's just - I - I..." The shapely female averted her eyes self-consciously. "...I kinda want to know how you taste." "Taste?" he said, blankly, as if he'd never heard the word before. Then the shock wore off and he blinked. "You mean, you want to - to suck me off?" Rosie whimpered with embarrassment and nodded. "Are you s-sure?" Sam asked, still a little stunned, "Jesus, this whole incest thing is so confusing, I mean, we've already gone further than I've ever gone on a first date, and now you want to give me head, but we're brother and sister, so it's not like we need to get to know each other better, but then maybe we don't want to go too far, in case we regret it, or -" "Sammy?" "Y-yeah?" "Deep breaths. You're freaking out."

The ram chuckled self-consciously. "Shit... I was hoping to hide how nervous I am," he admitted. "It's totally fine, actually makes me feel better," Rosie replied, stroking the back of his hand soothingly, "I thought it was just me." The smaller sheep looked up and made eye contact through her snowy white bangs. "...If I did give you head, you wouldn't think I was a slut or anything, would you?" she whispered, "You know, since we just started this thing between us... I mean, you talked about maybe regretting stuff." "No, no, never!" he insisted, "I - I sorta just meant 'you' when I said 'we', in case you needed an out. I don't just want your body, I love the woman you've grown up to become, remember? I could never regret being with you, Rosie, not if you love me back." She reached up and touched his face affectionately. "Oh, big brother, I do," she murmured, "I do. I'm so sure of it, too. I... I want my first time to be with you, Sammy. And all the other times, too! But, um... for right now, maybe I'll just s-suck you off and we can get back to the party."

She giggled excitedly, but Sam gave her a Look. "If you think I'm letting you get dressed before I return the favour, sis, you're crazy," he said, firmly. A blushing Rosie waved dismissively. "No, it's really okay, you don't have to do that..." she mumbled. "Have to? Have to?" he repeated, incredulously, "Rosie, I've been dying to know what you tasted like since we moved into that apartment!" She blinked at that, but before she could say anything, he smiled. "In fact..." The ram's fingers had fallen still within his lover when she abandoned his dick, and now he rubbed them against her inner walls, smearing the sides of his fingers against the clinging flesh and making sure they were nice and wet, before slipping his hand free of her needy pussy. Blushing, Rosie smiled at him, and he winked at her and began to lick her juices off his fingers, sighing happily as the sweet, ambrosial flavour touched his tongue for the first time. "I thought guys d-didn't like the way girls tasted," Rosie said, failing to appear relaxed, "I mean, I read it online, anyway..." "Some guys, I guess," Sam replied. "I love it. And I know this is just gonna sound like I'm flattering you, but you're the most delicious girl I've ever been with. Just as sweet as your personality..." Rosie put her hands over her blushing cheeks as if trying to contain her embarrassment, and bleated softly in self-conscious delight. Meanwhile, Sam finished cleaning his fingers with a long, drawn-out Mmmmmm...

Rosie was already fidgeting, anxious, clearly eager to get started. As soon as Sam opened his eyes and took his fingers - licked clean of her unique flavour - out of his muzzle, the ewe pulled her legs up on the couch and bent over, lowering her head towards Sam's lap, and as he watched, enthralled, he reached out and placed his hand on his lover's butt. For the moment, all Sam did was pet her lightly, wanting to focus on the other end of the shapely female. Rosie wrapped her hand around the base of his prick, her nose wrinkling slightly as she curiously sniffed at Sam's manhood. She glanced up at his face, which made the muscular male think she was seeking his approval, but she looked away again before he could do anything. Maybe she just wanted to make sure he was watching. Taking a deep breath, Rosie extended her tongue and gave her brother's penis a tentative lick. As if she'd satisfied herself that no disaster would befall them if they engaged in such debauchery, she did it again, and a third time, relaxing more each time the tip of her tongue dragged along Sam's taut flesh. For his part, the ram moaned softly, unable to keep a shuddery ohhhh from escaping his lips. As he did so, his cock flexed against his sister's hand, and a droplet of pre emerged, to balance precariously on the tip of his dick. Rosie giggled, clearly delighted at what she'd made him do, and with only the slightest hesitation, she leaned in and licked the wet pearl off of Sam's crown. She shuddered, but gave no indication what she thought of the taste, and instead sighed quietly. "Oh, Sammy..." she breathed, and immediately bent down and took her brother's hard prick into her mouth.

Sam had found learning how to go down on a girl to be a difficult, sometimes embarrassing process, given the relative complexity of the parts involved. By comparison, watching just about any random porn video could give one at least a decent idea of how to give head to a guy, so life was immediately pretty good for Sam Carver as Rosie closed her lips around his cock and began to suckle, enveloping his sensitive flesh with wet, velvety warmth. The ram shivered and groaned. "Yes..." he whispered, marvelling both at the sensation, which he'd missed for so very long, and the mere idea that it was his little sister Rosie who was providing this pleasure to him. It did mar the perfection of the moment a little, though, when Rosie began bobbing her head very rapidly, until she pulled back and coughed, looking rather self-conscious. "S-sorry," she said, "I've never done this before." As she bent down to try again, Sam put his free hand on her shoulder and stopped her. "Rosie, you don't need to do it like they do in porno!" he said, "You can go as slow as you want, sis. You don't even need to take it all in if you're uncomfortable." "Oh," she replied, blushing even harder. "...Does this mean I don't need to make you come on my face at the end?" She broke out into giggles from Sam's expression, and the elder sheep blushed just slightly and made a face. "Very funny..." he muttered, before he drew back his other hand and gave her rump a playful swat. Rosie bleated in surprise quite adorably, and then after giving him a dirty look which didn't quite cover the joy in her eyes, the ewe bent back down and took Sam's tool back into her mouth.

This time, Rosie took it much more casually, starting off by just using her lips and tongue on the top half of the ram's cock, curiously licking and exploring every centimetre of her brother's most secret flesh. After a minute or two, she grew bolder, and began to slowly dip down towards the root of his prick. Sam grunted as that warm feeling spread down to encompass him completely. Thanks to the depth of her ovine muzzle, Rosie didn't even need to worry about training her throat the way a human woman would. "That's, it, sis, that's it..." he murmured, slipping a hand back onto her head and scratching her behind the ears approvingly, "T-take your time, get comfortable... Ah! J-just watch the teeth, okay?" She made a noise that Sam interpreted as 'sorry' and continued her ministrations. Lifting a hand from the couch, she took hold of his testicles again and began to play with them, rolling the orbs around in her hand and giving them a light squeeze every so often. As he grew more and more relaxed, Sam smiled and adjusted the hand on Rosie's tush, sliding it between her buttocks so he could slip two fingers into her tight pussy from behind. The ewe pulled away from Sam's dick, leaving it glistening with saliva, in order to squeal with surprise, but after a quick grin to her brother, she was right back at it, bobbing her head along his shaft slowly and evenly. "Ohhhh..." Sam sighed, as he continued teasing along her wet walls, "God, that's so good... You're a natural, Rosie..." He actually laughed to himself, shaking his head slightly. "I can't believe we're doing this," he chuckled, "I mean, we're really doing this... I never would have guessed, my little Rose, just as much a pervert as her big brother!"

The younger female churred approvingly around her mouthful and pushed her butt back against Sam's hand. He eagerly continued to play with her, rubbing back and forth inside her and enjoying every clench, every twitch of her virginal channel. From this angle, he couldn't easily reach her clitoris, but that was fine, he was really just teasing her a little, keeping her hot and bothered so that she'd be primed for his tongue when it was his turn. "Hey, sis..." Sam said, softly, "Can, uh, can I play with your butt? Just a little, I'll stop if you don't like it." Rosie pulled off of his shaft again to look at him, and Sam made a mental note to suggest that the next time they do this, she should stroke him with her hand if she had to stop, since it would keep him feeling good through the interruption. Of course, that assumed there would be a next time after this request... "My - my butt?" she repeated, blushing. "You know, the soft, sexy thing you sit down on?" he replied, totally straight-faced, as he caressed her rump with his free hand. She gave him a Look and then let out a huff. "I j-just never thought about it before..." Rosie murmured self-consciously, "I never even put a f-finger in there." Lifting one hand, she poked him in the chest as she pouted cutely. "I almost can't believe you, Sammy," she said, "You just found out you can actually have the sister you've been dreaming about, that she wants you back, and you're already looking to ask for something extra?" The ram's eyes widened and he leaned back in shock. He hadn't thought of it that way... "No, no! I - you - I just - we -" He continued stammering uselessly in this manner for a while, feeling his erection starting to soften under the guilt, before he took a deep breath and sighed, slouching slightly. "Sorry, Rosie," he muttered, "I - we should be taking it slow, not rushing things. Uh, j-just forget about the butt stuff."

Immediately, a wide smile blossomed on the ewe's face, and she shrugged. "It's okay, that was about half real, half giving you a hard time." A moment passed, and she suddenly averted her eyes and cleared her throat. "...So, um, what did you have in mind?" "What?" "You know!" she insisted, blushing as she waved one hand at him vaguely, "For p-playing with my ass!" Her blush only grew stronger as a smug grin spread across Sam's face. He crossed his arms, regarding her happily. "Is my little sister curious about her tushie?" he teased, before letting out a high-pitched yelp as Rosie took a rather firm hold of his testicles. She didn't even have to say a word. "I'll be good," he whispered, and she relaxed her grip with a silent smile. "Ahem," Sam said, as if that part hadn't happened, "I was thinking I would, you know, just sort of wiggle my thumb in your butt while I kept f-fingering you. Wow, it turns out it's a lot harder to say that stuff to your face in real life." "How do you think I felt, saying I wanted to suck your cock?" Rosie replied sympathetically. "But, umm... I guess that wouldn't be so bad... except I swear I've never put anything under my tail at all, uh, except this one time when I took my temperature with one of those old-fashioned thermometers... Would we need to get, y'know, lube?" Sam rapidly flicked his fingers back and forth inside her, making rather lewd wet noises and sending droplets of Rosie's juices down to the couch below. "Don't worry about it, sis, you've got plenty right here," he replied, winking at her. This time, she returned his smile even as her cheeks turned slightly pink, and with a wiggle of her hips, the fuzzy female got back down and turned her attention back to her lover's prick. "Well, okay, I'm trusting you not to do anything too weird," she said, "But don't expect I'll just say yes to everything!" Sam laughed happily and squeezed a pert buttock. "Yes, ma'am!" he agreed emphatically.

As Rosie took her brother's erection back into her mouth and resumed suckling, Sam, true to his word, dipped his thumb between the ewe's soft folds and stirred it around, getting the stubby digit nice and slick with feminine arousal. While he resumed stroking the fingers on his other hand through his sister's soft white hair, Sam brought his glistening thumb back up to Rosie's anus and began to rub the pad of it against the tight pink ring of muscle. Although this got his lover's back door damp, it still wasn't much, so he went back for more juices and tried again. This time, things worked much better, and as he continued to apply pressure, the movements of Rosie's lips and tongue gradually slowed to a halt, and she whimpered around his cock as her entrance grew tired and resistance waned. Finally, the muscular ring surrendered entirely, and his thumb pushed into Rosie's backside as she leaned away from Sam's manhood in order to gasp. He thought she'd changed her mind, but the ewe said nothing, and instead returned to her ministrations. The ram wasn't sure, but he thought she'd been deliberately not looking at him, perhaps finding the idea of meeting his gaze at that moment too embarrassing. Relieved, Sam returned his other fingers to Rosie's tight channel and began gently working his sister both ways at the same time, rocking his hand back and forth so that his thumb slid into her rear as his fingers pulled away from her pussy, and vice-versa. If he'd thought Rosie's virgin love tunnel was tight, it was nothing compared to the channel hidden under her tail, he could practically feel her pulse through the walls gripping against his thumb.

Soon, the siblings found a gentle rhythm and stuck to it, with Rosie suckling on Sam's prick as he played with her treasures. There were no more interruptions, no more conversation as they lost themselves in the experience, but even with the couple of breaks they'd had, it wasn't long before Sam was squirming and panting. "Oh fuck, Rosie, I - I'm getting c-close..." he murmured, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come s-so fucking hard... You don't have to s-swallow it if you don't want to, I'll - nngh! - I'll like, use a fuckin' sock or s-something..." Rosie had been getting more and more worked up since conversation had fallen away, as her lover continued to tease her mercilessly and avoid her aching clitoris, but at this announcement, she moaned out loud around Sam's cock and began moving faster than before. She wants me to come in her mouth, Sam realized, I must have been a Pope in a former life to deserve this... Seeing that she'd clearly made her decision, he narrowed his eyes until they were almost closed and focused on the pleasure, focused on the feelings that Rosie was bringing him, and more than anything else, focused on the fact that it was the sweet little sister he'd lusted after for years who was so eagerly bobbing her muzzle up and down his shaft. "God... God yes, I - I... I'm coming!" he cried, "Oh fuuuuuck, Rosie, I'm coming!" Every muscle in Sam's body tensed up as the orgasm took him, and he pushed his fingers and thumb as deep into his sibling's body as he could, while pleasure exploded forth from within him to fill his entire body with a tingling ecstasy that overwhelmed his entire being. The ram's cock began to throb and spasm against his lover's lips and tongue as it pumped thick, creamy gouts of hot ovine semen into the eager female's mouth. As Sam grunted in time with his ejaculations, Rosie moaned even louder and greedily swallowed again and again, drinking down her brother's jism and clearly making an effort not to spill a single drop. She didn't entirely succeed, and a little leaked out onto her chin, but somehow, Sam found it difficult to fault her for it.

Eventually, Sam went limp with a groan and slumped against the couch, totally spent - for now. For her part, Rosie lingered with his penis in her mouth, and he could feel her moving her tongue around. It took his addled mind a moment to realize that she was saving the last of his come in her mouth and savouring it. He wondered if she liked the taste, or the flavour, or both... and then realized that, like the trigger for just how very hard he'd climaxed, it was probably that Rosie liked the fact that the cream had come from the brother she'd loved in secret for so long. "Ohhhh God..." he sighed, enjoying the spots dancing in front of his eyes, "That was incredible, Rosie, I fuckin' loved it..." Finally, the ewe sat up, letting Sam's slowly-deflating cock slip out of her mouth as she did so, and swallowed the last of her brother's seed with an audible gulp. Sam was still a little dazed, but he did smirk as he caught sight of Rosie wiping the sperm off her chin with the back of her arm, as if she'd just drunk from a bottle of orange juice or something. Moving one of her legs so she was essentially straddling Sam's thigh, she hugged her brother and let out a soft baa of contentment. Somewhat reluctantly freeing his hand from his sister's treasures, Sam hugged her back, closing his eyes and trying to memorize every single detail of this moment; as amazing as it had been to experience the ewe's gift of oral sex, it was absolutely fantastic to just hold the naked female in his arms, feel her soft warmth against him, and to know from her scent and from her affection that this was Rosie, his Rosie, who had wanted to be a firefighting astronaut when she grew up and stubbornly believed in the Tooth Fairy until she was nine years old, and who had grown into a compassionate, empathetic woman he was proud to call his sister... and he was even more proud to call his lover. "Thank you," he whispered, nuzzling against her cheek. "For the beej, and for... for not being horrified when the lights came up... for not hating me when I told you the truth." Rosie made a sound like she was mildly amused. "For not acting like you were a disgusting freak when you told me you were in love with me?" she suggested, "For not slapping you and cutting you out of my life? Believe me, Sammy, I know how you feel. So, you're welcome... and thank you."

Brother and sister briefly kissed, and then Sam felt the damp heat of Rosie's slit brushing against his leg, and remembered that he still had a job to do. Tenderly putting a hand on either side of her waist, Sam stood up and gently lowered his sister back down to the couch. "There you go," he said, sitting her down, "Make yourself nice and comfy." Rosie toed at the floor with one foot as she regarded him with a shy smile. "You really don't have to do this, you know..." she said. Sam winked at her as he got down on his knees. His wool didn't quite go down that far, but his knee was fuzzy enough with his undercoat that the cool hardwood floor didn't bother him. "Right, just like you didn't need to let me come in your mouth, or swallow it all." Rosie giggled and shrugged. "It felt like the right thing to say," she said, "I'm new at this." Moving forward, Sam took hold of both of Rosie's knees. "Don't worry, I'll do all the work," he teased, "All you need to do is sit back and enjoy... Open sesame!" As he said this, he slowly pried his sister's legs open and spread them nice and wide, and Rosie sighed exaggeratedly and rolled her eyes. He'd received that look many times before, being her brother, but it had never felt like she was trying not to smile as she did it before. Though he'd been playing with her for a while now, this was the first time Sam had gotten a good look between the ewe's legs, and he took a moment to just stare unabashedly, to leer at his sister's pussy like a common pervert. He admired the way her arousal glistened in the light, the look of her lips, swollen with desire, and her stubby clitoris, peeking out of its hiding place, come to say hello. After glancing up to see if Rosie was watching, Sam licked his chops noisily and leaned in. "Not that I'm not gonna enjoy this myself..."

After taking a heartbeat to fill his lungs with the scent of Rosie's arousal, Sam extended his tongue and began to lick at her sodden labia with long, smooth strokes, shuddering as he tasted her juices warm and fresh from the source. Rosie immediately tensed up, yelping and whimpering as her brother lapped at her sensitive flesh. After giving her a very thorough tongue-bath, Sam changed tactics and began curiously probing along her folds with the tip of his tongue. "Ohhh! Oh fuck, oh God, ohhhhh..." Rosie breathed, squirming as the ram playfully traced his tongue juuuuust inside her cleft, "This is already b-better than when I d-do it by myself... I - I mean, I can't do this b-by myself, I mean -" "I know what you mean," Sam said, smacking his chops, "Man, you are cute when you're flustered, did you know that, sis?" Before she could answer, he planted a gentlemanly kiss on her long-neglected love button, and the ewe stiffened for a moment and bleated out loud. "Easy, baby, the fun's just getting started," Sam said, without the slightest hint of teasing or mockery in his tone, "You gotta relax or you'll, like, explode before you come. Try taking deep breaths, eh?" Rosie nodded embarrassedly and leaned back against the back of the couch, breathing deeply and audibly. After a moment, though, she giggled quietly and raised her hands to her mouth. "He called me baby..." she whispered to herself, "It's r-really happening..." The ram had already leaned back in and resumed licking at her steaming mound, but he looked up at her and waited until she made eye contact, then winked. The delighted tittering that followed filled Sam's heart with joy, and with a contented sigh, he kept going.

Thus far, Sam's hands had been resting on Rosie's knees, and whenever she would gasp with pleasure and tense up, he would feel her legs push against him, as if they were reflexively trying to close, and he would push back just enough to keep them open. There was a certain lewd delight he felt in this, painting a very porny scenario in his mind where his innocent little sister was reluctant about the debauchery he'd coaxed her into, but he needed only to remember Rosie's ecstatic face after the blowjob, wiping her brother's semen from her chin, to know that she was every bit as enthusiastic about their forbidden tryst as he was. He decided that with as long as she'd waited for this, though, he'd teased her just about enough, so without any fanfare, he nuzzled in close and parted her folds with his tongue, slipping into her virgin channel and feeling it immediately clench against him. Rosie sucked in a shuddery breath and then let it out as a long, smooth sigh - only to repeat the process when Sam brought up one of his hands and began to rub and massage at the stubby pink nub of her clitoris. "S-seriously, b-big brother, did you s-slip something into my d-drink?" she asked, covering her eyes as she blushed hard, "Ev- nnngh! - everything is so s-sensitive! Even your f-fingers feel so much b-better than when I do it mys-self!" The ewe moaned with pleasure and lifted her feet, hooking her ankles together behind her lover's back as if holding him in place. In turn, Sam moved his free hand behind Rosie and held it against her rump, just below her tuft of a tail, to make sure her squirming didn't move her away from his mouth. Pulling up with an audible slurp, he regarded his sister with playful eyes. "Oh c'mon, sis, not to harp on the point, but we've wanted each other for years," he said, "Everything is going to feel better." He returned to his task and put his tongue to better use, and Rosie moaned her approval.

Pressing his muzzle against Rosie's body, Sam burrowed his tongue as deep into his little sister's vagina as possible, tracing the contours of her slick walls and licking up her flavourful juices, exploring flesh previously untouched by any male. He curiously searched for the trembling ewe's sensitive spots, eager to bring her the pleasure she deserved. "Yes, eat me, eat me, Sammy, ohhhh..." Rosie groaned. Glancing up towards her face, the ram was shocked to see that she was squeezing and kneading her breasts, adding to her own pleasure as she trembled and squirmed. Her eyes were closed; either she didn't realize she was putting on quite the show for her brother... or she didn't care. Maybe she even wanted to show off for Sam now that she finally had him between her thighs. Whatever the case, the eager male shivered with pleasure, feeling his flaccid penis give a twitch, probably leaking a little leftover come onto the floor. Sam noted that it was quite an accomplishment to feel even that much of a reaction this soon after a powerful orgasm, and began to work even harder to pleasure his lover. He moved up and began to suckle directly on Rosie's clit, which pulsed against his lips as she cried out in ecstasy. Meanwhile, his first two fingers took the place of his tongue and began sliding in and out of her tight, welcoming channel. He marveled at how responsive she was to his every touch, twitching and trembling and clenching down on his probing fingers. Though his urgent desire for release had been eased with his climax, Sam felt a need almost as desperate to bring the gorgeous ewe to the same peak, to fill her body with pleasure the way he longed to fill her heart with love. He snickered quietly as that thought passed through his mind. He had to be in love, he was thinking like a cheap romance novel...

Rosie continued to moan and whimper as her brother's fingers and tongue worked their magic on her most sensitive flesh. Her feet and calves twitched uncontrollably, her toes flexing and relaxing over and over again as Sam kept up his tender ministrations, licking and suckling at her treasures with a level of reverence that bordered on the religious. He twisted his head this way and that, trying to get his tongue as deep into the ewe's body as he could, seeking to treat as much of her channel as he could to a gentle tongue-bath, and revelling in the intoxicating flavour of the trembling female's arousal. As Sam's tongue happened to brush across a particularly sensitive spot, Rosie tensed up and gasped, hunching over her lover's head and instinctively letting go of her tits in order to grab hold of Sam. For a moment, she just shuddered her way through what was surely a hint of the pleasure to come, clutching her hands to the back of his head (and pressing him harder against her slit in the process). Then, however, as she adjusted her grip, her hands happened across a pair of natural handholds in the form of Sam's horns. Taking firm hold of them, Rosie leaned back and let out a shuddery breath. "Oh God, that's - that's so good, big brother..." she whimpered, "P-please don't stop... Ahh!" As Sam's tongue passed over a certain spot, his sister tensed up and instinctively applied pressure to his horns. Feeling a moment of sudden clarity, the ram moved back the way he'd come, and when he felt her hands move again, he stopped and focused on that spot. After a moment, she experimentally directed him somewhere else, stopping when she'd found another weak point, and he dutifully focused his tongue right there, too. "Oh my G- oh J-Jesus Christ, I - Fuck!" Rosie cried, rolling her hips and grinding her dripping vulva against her lover's mouth, "This is - this is amazing, I d-didn't know you came with handlebars!" The ewe continued to 'steer' her brother's tongue around her pussy as it involuntarily twitched and contracted in her pleasures, and Sam was only too happy to go wherever she lead him.

Outside, the party continued, with none of the guests even the slightest bit aware that such a taboo act was taking place only a few rooms away. There was muffled conversation and laughter, and the music kept on pounding into the night, but the Carver siblings barely noticed, as lost in each other as they were, like it was just white noise. At the moment, Sam had switched to licking and suckling on Rosie's love button, and as her clit throbbed against his tongue, the younger sheep threw back her head and moaned. "I - I'm getting so c-close," she moaned, tightening her grip on Sam's horns, "God, Sammy, I need t-to come, so fuckin' bad..." The ram had closed his eyes to focus on his worship, but he opened them again as Rosie let out a desperate groan. Her chest was heaving, sweat glistened in her wool, and she had her face cast towards the ceiling, as if she were preparing to lose herself, but as much as he enjoyed the effect this had on her pert breasts and the way her hair dangled freely, Sam had observed a problem. "No!" Rosie gasped as Sam suddenly pulled away, most of his muzzle wet with her juice, "Don't stop now!" When he didn't immediately return to his task, she whimpered with desperate need. "You b-bastard..." "Cover your mouth," the muscular male said, sternly, but Rosie just pulled his mouth back against her mound with a surprising burst of strength. When Sam refused to lick, the ewe let out a high-pitched whine of frustration, and her brother pulled away again. "I said, cover your mouth!" he insisted, in his most authoritative big brother voice, "I don't want people hearing you scream and coming in here to check on you, so if you can't come quietly, you don't get to come!" Rosie yelped in horror, and the look on her face almost made Sam feel bad about interrupting her fun. "Okay, okay!" she replied, "I'll be good, I'll be good, j-just please, let me come, I n-need to come!" Sam's smile spread across his muzzle, and he winked at her. "Good," he said, in a more relaxed tone, "Because I really want to make you come."

Rosie obediently covered her mouth, obviously not wanting to delay things any further, and Sam, who in truth was just as eager to dive back between her thighs, rewarded her by licking and suckling at her clitoris. The slender ewe cried out into her hands and hunched forward, snugly closing her legs behind her brother's head, and positively squealed as Sam tweaked her love button with his fingers and returned his tongue to her welcoming pussy. After that, she tentatively lowered her hands and shrugged - here's that word again - sheepishly. "...Okay," she said, "M-maybe you have a p-point..." Since he could no longer move away from her heated snatch in order to make a witty comment, Sam instead began stroking two fingers against the sides of his sister's clit, and Rosie quickly returned her hands to muffling herself so she could moan. She fell back against the back of the couch, now openly humping against her brother's mouth, desperate for more stimulation, writhing and whimpering as Sam did his work. Deeply encouraged, Sam redoubled his efforts, licking and rubbing at all the sensitive points he'd discovered in his lover's slick channel, while teasing and massaging her clit without mercy. Even with her hands in front of her mouth, he could hear the other sheep gasping and moaning, and Rosie was breathing so hard through her nose he was a little surprised it wasn't coming in little visible puffs of air, like in cartoons when someone gets incredibly angry. As he feverishly ate her out, Rosie began to tense up, slowly curling forward as if she were attempting the world's slowest sit-up, And then, all at once, she reversed direction and arched her back up off the cushion with a muffled moan of pleasure, shuddering hard from head to toes as she was taken by her orgasm. Sam watched, enraptured, as his beautiful sister was wracked with pleasure, trying to commit it all to memory; it felt like every twitch, every involuntary spasm, every cry was the culmination of a love that had brought him so much shame over the years, but which now promised to bring glorious joy to his future. Of course, it was a little difficult to observe the small details, given that as soon as she'd started coming, Rosie had squirted all over her big brother's face, soaking his muzzle in her feminine nectar. He continued licking, eagerly lapping up the flavourful juice that even now dripped from her pussy, feeling like he was being rewarded for bringing ecstasy to the ewe he adored.

Eventually, Rosie slumped back down to the couch, spent, her arms limply falling away from her face as she let out a quiet, prolonged sigh of satisfaction that reminded Sam of a slowly deflating balloon. At the same time, her legs fell away from the back of her brother's head, as if she were granting him his freedom. "Oh... oh my God..." she panted, "I - I'm dying, you can't feel this g-good without dying, it's not possible..." Sam smirked, then, after one last, long look at his handiwork (read: one final chance to admire his little sister's pussy up close), he leaned in and gave Rosie's vulva a single affectionate lick, which made the oversensitive flesh twitch with an aftershock of pleasure and made the ewe herself tense up and giggle. "Totally worth it..." she concluded. Standing up, Sam put his hands on the back of his neck and stretched out his muscles, which had grown slightly sore from kneeling in the same position for so long. On the other hand, he'd also gotten to see Rose Carver writhing in orgasm, and that had also been worth it. Taking a moment, the muscular ram bent over and scooped the much smaller female into his arms, lifting her up so he could lie down on the couch, and then rolling her over atop him so that he could cuddle with his little sister the way he'd long dreamed of. He wrapped both arms around her both affectionately and possessively, still hardly able to believe this was real.

For a time, Sam just lay there, looking at her. Rosie lay cuddled up against him, trusting in him absolutely, with her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips. Feeling particularly oafish next to the small ewe's slender form, Sam began to stroke his sister's hair with the softest, lightest touches he could manage. When they were small, Rosie had been self-conscious about the way her hair colour matched her fleece, since none of the other girls her age had had white hair. The lamb had been quite troubled by it until her big brother had told her that special people are often marked in special ways, and that sometimes, people who were born with powerful magic were marked with streaks of white hair. Her magic must be powerful indeed for it to touch all of her hair. Sam had gotten the idea straight out of a fantasy novel, but Rosie didn't need to know that, and when he saw the delight on the little girl's face afterwards, the way she was suddenly proud and not embarrassed about her hair, he was certain he'd done the right thing. Years and years later, as he looked upon her undressed form and felt a little more than brotherly affection for the younger female, Sam was a little overwhelmed by the weight of the moment. He felt like he was supposed to give some kind of romantic, eloquent speech to truly declare his feelings for her, to explain when they started, why they started, why he was sure they were real, things of that nature. But while he'd always assumed that grand romantic gestures like that came easily to men in love, the ram found he didn't know quite what to say, how to even begin summing up the magnitude of his affection for Rosie. There had been sleepless nights and more than a few guilty tears over feeling that way towards his own sister, but he'd never been able to deny the truth. But how was he to tell her that, to sum it all up and make it flowery and romantic in the process? So he just lay there quietly, gazing upon the ewe in his arms, her cheeks still flushed with afterglow, as he marveled over how tremendously, impossibly lucky he must be for Rosie to love him back. Moving his hand down to rub along the gentle curve of his sister's back, Sam smiled slightly and sighed contentedly. When he finally spoke up, it wasn't exactly a long, eloquent speech, but it did sum things up quite nicely. "I love you."

Stirring in his arms, Rosie churred and nuzzled against her brother's fleecy chest, her smile widening as her eyes fluttered open and met his. "I love you too, Sammy." The two sheep leaned in close enough for a quick kiss, their lips meeting just briefly before they relaxed again. "So," Sam said after a moment, "I guess we'd better get dressed again." Rosie sniffed dismissively and rested her cheek against his chest again. "Nuh-uh," she replied, "Now that I've got you, I'm never gonna let you go. We'll just have to live here now. Naked. We're sheep, we can handle the cold." Sam wasn't sure that the people who lived here would appreciate the two of them taking over this room and living here in sin, but he left that unspoken. "But in the summer, we'll be too hot," he pointed out, "and anyone who opens the door could see you in the altogether. I'm selfish, I want you all to myself, sis." Rosie giggled. "I kinda like the sound of that," she admitted. "Not to mention, this is Tyler's place," he added, "and it wouldn't be very sociable if we just stayed in here cuddling while he was throwing a party out there."

The ewe bit her lip and averted her eyes. "...But I wanna keep cuddling you," Rosie said after a moment, "It's like... after all this time it's suddenly happening, I really got to taste you, and then you made me come really hard, and now we're naked and I'm listening to your heart beating. But..." "But you're afraid if we put our clothes back on, the spell will be broken and it will be over?" Sam suggested, when she trailed off again. The slender female looked surprised at his casual words, and the ram shrugged. "I'd kinda been feeling like that myself," he admitted, "like the stars are aligned and this is the only chance I'll ever have to be with you... it all happened so fast, and now I'm spent, you're spent, and... I kinda don't want to let go." He reached out and stroked a finger under his sister's chin. "We'll just have to promise each other that this doesn't end here," he said, "We can keep going when we get home, whether we want to keep cuddling, or kiss each other, or just sleep in each other's arms..." "...Or screw each other's brains out?" Rosie suggested, quietly. Sam blushed slightly. "Well, I wasn't gonna say it..." he muttered, which earned him a giggle from the fleecy female. "But you were thinking it?" she teased. Sam laughed despite his self-consciousness. "Jesus, Rosie, have you seen yourself?" he asked, "Of course I was thinking it!" He reached down and gave her tush a squeeze as she bleated happily.

Sam was all set to get up and start getting dressed, but as he sat up, Rosie remained right where she was and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Wait, before we go, I - I need to ask," she said, uncertainly, "Sammy, it doesn't bother you that I'm... small, does it?" The ram's brow furrowed as he regarded the nude woman before him. "What do you mean, small, like... your boobs?" he asked. Rosie frowned at him as she blushed furiously. "No, not like my boobs, though thanks for bringing up a different hang-up of mine!" she grumbled, "I mean - I mean how the rest of me is small, too!" Sam blinked, not entirely following, but the ewe just sighed, avoiding his eyes as her forefinger toyed with a lock of her brother's wool. "My whole life, you've always been so tall and so strong, it makes it easy to look up to you, big brother," she murmured, "Like a nice, obvious metaphor for our relationship. And when you started working out, and you got all buff too, suddenly you're, like, the biggest guy I know, and that makes you dead sexy, but... it also makes me really self-conscious about the fact that I'm really short and really skinny." She dared to meet his gaze and pouted slightly. "Do you realize you've never brought home a girl who was less than a foot taller than me?" Rosie asked, "And most of them were - well, I wouldn't say ripped, but they had nice tone. Look at me! I'm as skinny as a rail, I can't keep weight on, and I've always been a little worried I'm not... impressive enough for you."

Sam listened sympathetically as his sister explained her issue. He'd never realized she had this problem before, she'd hidden it well. His first instinct, as her brother, was to make a terrible, terrible pun, but since Rosie usually hated his puns, his newly-reawakened boyfriend instincts clashed against this, and insisted that he make an earnest attempt to make her feel better instead. He'd never felt both those sets of instincts at the same time before, so it was a little confusing, but he felt like the suggestion where he didn't antagonize the woman he hoped to make his mate was probably the better one. Reaching out and brushing his fingers through her hair, Sam was briefly reminded how big and ungainly his hands felt next to the svelte female, but he dismissed this problem from his mind and smiled softly. "I had no idea that bothered you, sis," he whispered, "It's absolutely not a problem." "You mean that?" Rosie replied, somewhat doubtfully. The ram nodded patiently. "So, first of all, I love your little titties, don't you get hung up on your boobs," he said, "Maybe they're not huge, but they're perky, and I like that." Rosie had leaned back to look at him, and so he took the opportunity to reach down and boop one of her nipples with a fingertip. The ewe giggled and smiled at his cavalier reassurances. "As for the size thing, I swear it's never crossed my mind," he said, "I dated those girls because of their personalities, not how tall they were, eh? ...Well, okay, I dated Keisha because she had an amazing ass, but that wasn't about her height either. Actually..." Sam glanced to the door and smiled self-consciously. "Okay, realtalk?" he said, in a subdued tone, "I kinda really like how you're all small, since it means I can carry you in my arms and feel all manly and stuff, and you can lie on top of me when we're snuggling like this, and it's NBD, like you're just a big pillow." Rosie laughed and made a dismissive wave. "Oh, stop," she said, her tone suggesting he should do the exact opposite, "You're just saying that." "Cross my heart and swear to die," he insisted, the way he had when they were kids, "I don't know, I think it's like a primal instinct thing. Like when I carry you around, it feels right, like 'yes, this my woman. Mine! No touch!'." His caveman voice had his sister rolling her eyes, but if the ewe didn't want him to know she loved it, she was doing a rather poor job of hiding it.

Rosie put her hands on each of Sam's cheeks and kissed him on the nose. "Thank you, big brother, for not teasing me about the size thing," she said, "Some of my friends think I'm silly for worrying about that kinda thing at all." "No problem, Rosie," he replied, "I totally get why you'd think I might get hung up on that. As long as you're not, like, so much smaller than me that my dick_won't fit, it's no problem." "Sammy!" his sister laughed, blushing, "They're designed to fit _babies, remember? You're not that hung!" A part of Sam registered how Rosie once again seemed comfortable and delighted, and concluded that he'd successfully reassured her and done his duty as her boyfriend. This was all well and good, except that the inexperienced Sam then defaulted back to the earlier instinct the brotherly side of his mind had suggested... "Then we're good!" the ram said, good-naturedly, "Don't worry about it, sis, you like the way I'm formed, I like the way you're formed, and it isn't going to cause any problems down the road. After all, like the saying goes..." He forced himself to keep an absolutely straight face. "...Big things come in small packages."

Sam made it about five seconds before he exploded into laughter based on the look on his sister's face. There was just something transcendentally hilarious about the supremely unimpressed expression Rosie was sending his way. "...O-M-F-G," the ewe finally said, emphasizing each letter individually and shaking her head in mock disgust (at least, Sam hoped it was 'mock'). Suddenly, the shapely female slipped off her brother's chest and stood up, letting out a huff and starting to walk away. "Nope, I changed my mind," Rosie declared, calmly, "This isn't going to work because I hate you now." Unbothered, Sam rolled onto his side, reached out, and grabbed his sister by the hips. "Get back here and kiss me, woman!" he said, totally unapologetically. Rosie bleated in protest as he lifted her up with the muscular arms she'd been ogling from afar for so long and laid her back down atop him. "It's the 21st century, you can't just say that!" she insisted, pouting as she made no effort to move. Sam shrugged and started to lean in to smooch her. "Well, you're not supposed to fall for your own sister either, so fuck the rules, apparently," he quipped, but Rosie put a finger between their mouths. She said nothing, just raised her eyebrows and looked at him expectantly. Sam smiled and took a moment to gather his thoughts. When next he spoke, his tone was exaggeratedly formal, almost Shakespearean. "...Dearest sister, I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities with my brashness," he said, as she snickered, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Rosie got up a little and loosely draped both arms around his neck. "Let me think..." she replied, "Hmm... You could start with a nice, slow kiss." Sam nodded thoughtfully as she leaned in closer. "I was kinda going to do that anyway, but alright," he teased. She gently shushed him, and their lips met, brother and sister gently kissing on the soft, warm couch where the truth about their feelings had been revealed.

* * *

Tyler Roberts was standing in a corner, stroking his chin and staring off into the middle distance, when Sam found him. "Hey," the sheep said, simply. "Oh, there you are," Tyler replied. It had been a long time since he'd been this nervous. He narrowed his eyes and searched his friend's face for signs of the answer he sought for a question he hadn't asked yet. Sam just stood there quietly and toyed with the beer he'd retrieved somewhere along the way. "Tell me you didn't do it," Tyler finally said, giving in to his morbid curiosity, "Tell me you didn't -" Here he stopped and looked around to see if anyone was nearby (they weren't) and lowered his voice. "...Tell me you didn't have sex with your own sister." "Are you kidding?" asked Sam, with a mildly offended tone, "Of course I didn't have sex with my sister!" Tyler closed his eyes, letting his shoulders slump as he relaxed, feeling a massive wave of relief washing over him. "Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus," he sighed, shaking his head and pressing a hand to his forehead. "I thought you'd done something so stupid, Sam..." The ram nodded sagely and Tyler realized too late that his friend was trying not to smile. "That would have been moving way too fast," he explained, "No, I went down on my sister, after she gave me a BJ!" He said this casually, as if oral between siblings was much more reasonable than sex. Tyler tensed up again and grabbed his head with both hands, letting out a frustrated canine whine. "God dammit, Sam, for one beautiful second there, I thought you'd done the smart thing!" he groaned, "I really, really hoped you two had just, like, figured it out in the dark before I stepped in, and you were just messing with me, but then Rosie's shirt came off... Jesus Christ, what have I done?"

The muscular sheep put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, Tyler, it was fun back in the room, but you can cut it out now, we had some questions. Rosie really, really wants to know how you figured out that we both wanted each other before we did." Scowling, the dog flailed his hands at Sam's arm and chased it away from his shoulder. "Will you knock that off?" Tyler demanded, "I'm trying not to lose my freaking mind, and here you and your sister are, carrying on like this is all fun and games and there's nothing weird about what you're doing!" Visibly taken aback, Sam frowned. It seemed that without his sister around to distract him, he was finally capable of picking up what Tyler was putting down. "...You're really not kidding around, are you?" he asked, quietly, "You really don't approve of - of us, do you?" Tyler laughed cynically. "Oh, I approve of you just fine, I think you two are great," he replied, "I just don't approve of you two knocking boots even though you've got the same parents!"

A moment of silence passed as a thoughtful-looking Sam frowned disappointedly and Tyler let out a sigh. "What were you thinking?" the dog said, "Your own sister? Sweet little Rosie? Are you insane?" Sam gave his friend a withering look. "Oh, you know what, you're right, I must have just been overcome with lust and I wasn't thinking straight" he said, sarcasm dripping from his words, "Clearly my sick desire for my sister overwhelmed my higher mental functions, and I was able to trick Rosie into proclaiming her love right back, and then offering of her own free will to suck my di-" "Would you lower your voice?!" Tyler interrupted in a strangled tone, his ears down and flat. His eyes darted back and forth to see if anyone was looking in their direction, feeling deeply nervous discussing this out loud at a party. Sam let out a huff through his nostrils and nodded slightly, acknowledging the delicacy of the situation. The ram took a swig of his drink and leaned against the wall behind him while Tyler took a deep breath to try and deal with the stress, his tail hanging straight down. "Look, am I - am I missing something here?" he asked, "Are you sterile and don't have to worry about kids, or is Rosie secretly adopted, or...?" The dog managed to resist the urge to simply beg: please tell me Rosie is adopted. "Sorry, buddy," Sam said, dropping the sarcasm from his voice, "Rosie and I are full-blood siblings. We just happen to be a bit closer than most, is all."

Tyler sat down on a stool that had been left in the corner of the room and let out a canine whine of confusion and frustration. That had been his last, desperate hope that everything was still fine. If the Carvers were magically unrelated after all, their relationship would just be weird, not wrong, but now that Sam had shot that down, Tyler was forced to face the fact that he'd accidentally created something terrible. "Look, Sam... enough fun and games," he said, "You and Rosie, you need to stop this." Sam didn't exactly look sold on this idea. "Oh we do, do we?" he asked. "Yes!" the Australian shepherd hissed, "If I'm pissed at you, Sammy, it's because I'm your best friend, and I'm really fucking worried about you! Have you two thought this through at all, or was it just kissing and blowjobs?" "I resent that remark," Sam said facetiously, "It wasn't just kissing and blowjobs. I returned the favour, remember?" For once in his life, Tyler actually growled at the ram. "Dammit, Carver, I'm not kidding!" Tyler said, stepping closer to his friend, "You know that if you two had kids, that would be inbreeding, right? I don't need to explain why that's a problem? But that's just why it's a bad idea on a biological level!" He rubbed his forehead and sighed. "I don't know if you guys were planning on keeping it a secret or being loud and proud, but if this did get out, you two would be pariahs for the rest of your lives!" he continued, "I mean, I've known you since we were young enough to believe in Santa Claus, it's gonna be hard to get rid of me, but I can't say everyone else would stick around. Even if your family doesn't disown you, you have to know they're never gonna be okay with you two sharing a bed! Jesus, Sam, you could lose your fucking job if word gets out, I don't think the anti-discrimination laws cover people getting fired 'cause they're fucking their sisters!" He reached out and put his hands on his friend's broad shoulders. "Look, if you've both wanted this for a while, I don't know, do whatever this weekend, get it out of your system. Maybe you can have a tumble once in a while for stress relief. But you can't have a real relationship with each other the way you were talking about," he said, more gently, "I know I sound like the bad guy here - shit, I actually kinda feel like the bad guy here - but you know that if our positions were reversed, you'd be telling me exactly the same thing."

The ram said nothing for a long while, just worked his teeth against his cheek thoughtfully, clearly thinking over what his friend had said. For a moment there, Tyler actually thought he'd gotten through to him. It didn't last. "Well, if you just thought it would be fun to nail your sister," Sam said, finally, "I would tell you it was a terrible idea, and you should just get a girl willing to like, roleplay being your sister with you. But if you and Karen had fallen in love..." The Australian shepherd groaned again. "C'mon, that's crap and you know it," he said, frowning, "You're only saying that because you want to give Rosie a dicking and you don't want to admit it sounds fucked up when it's other people." Tyler sighed quietly and shook his head. "Jesus, I can't believe this happened... what were you thinking?" He'd asked that already, but then he was still having trouble with the central idea that Sam and Rosie wanted to be together, and he had a lot on his mind, so it was understandable. "I'm thinking that Rosie and I are grown adults, Tyler, and that we can make our own decisions," the ram said, pointedly, "This isn't just a - a kinky sex thing, I don't want to be with her just because it's hot. I want to be with her because... Because I love her, Ty. It's that simple." "It's never that simple..." the Australian shepherd groaned, rubbing the top of his muzzle.

Conversation fell silent for a few moments, and the party continued merrily on, unaware of the argument taking place in hushed tones off to the side, or how stressed it was making the men involved. Tyler took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed with concern for his best friend, and frustration that Sam couldn't seem to see past this insane fantasy of living happily ever after with his own flesh and blood. Sam smiled slyly and tilted his horned head to one side as he regarded the dog. "...You know," he said, "If you really didn't want to see siblings kissing, you wouldn't have set us up in that back room in the first place. Are you gonna stand there and tell me you didn't enjoy it, even a little?" Before Tyler could say a word to defend himself, Sam gestured downwards. "I saw how, ah, tight your pants were on the way out of the room," Sam said, "Are you sure you're offended by incest? Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much..." The stressed canine was downright horrified by this suggestion. "H-how dare you!" he said, "Don't you try to drag me into your weird kinky shit! If I'd had the slightest idea you two might actually be into it, I would have tried to get you therapy, not set up that prank!"

Tyler saw his friend clenching his jaw hard, and he'd known the guy long enough to recognize that the ram was pissed off. Things were starting to get heated, but before either of them could say something he'd really regret, Rosie Carver popped up out of nowhere. The timing was so good, it was almost like she'd planned it. "Hey guys!" she said cheerily, "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to ask Sammy if he wanted to dance? Unless you're too cool to dance with your little sister..." She said it as if they were an ordinary brother and sister, perfectly playing it off like nothing had happened between them in that room. Tyler kept quiet, but didn't attempt to hide the grumpy look on his face. Sam continued looking at him for the longest three seconds of the night, and then he put a very convincing recreation of a casual, relaxed smile on his face before he turned to look at Rosie. "Well, if none of these boys are man enough to dance with you," he said, facetiously, "I guess I'll have to show you a good time myself!" The ewe giggled and threw her arms around him, going so far as to briefly nuzzle against his chest before she looked over her shoulder at Tyler, seemingly oblivious to his mood behind her giddy smile. "Thanks again, Tyler!" she said emphatically, "You really are the best!" It was all the dog could do not to roll his eyes. Rosie lead her brother away by the hand, and Sam sent one last troubled look over his shoulder as they left. Left alone, Tyler growled and let his head hang low. The question still reverberated in his mind -What have I done? - but after that conversation with Sam, it was now joined by a new question: What am I going to do now? "This looks like a job for alcohol," he muttered under his breath, and he stood up and left his corner, though it was mildly tempting to just stay there forever and sulk.

The dog forced his ears to stand upright, afraid someone would ask him what was bothering him - what in God's name would he say? - and walked out to one of several coolers full of beer and ice scattered around the house. Tyler kept his eyes on the wall in front of him as he grabbed a beer at random and took a long drink, not wanting to deal with his problems until after that. As he stood there, his mind swimming with confusion, frustration, and worry, another Australian shepherd walked up, a relaxed smirk on her face, a happy bounce to her step. Normally, Tyler was glad to see her, but given the particular issue bothering him tonight, the last person he wanted to see right now was his big sister Karen. She was chuckling, as if she'd just been laughing at something that she'd heard while parting ways with someone, and she looked like she hadn't a care in the world. Walking up next to Tyler, she casually put a hand on his shoulder, and flashed him a dazzling smile as she brushed her long, soft hair out of her eyes with her free hand. "Heya little brother," she said, cheerily, "You wanna make out?" Tyler's eyes widened and he physically recoiled. "Wh-what?!" he gasped, shocked beyond words. Karen leaned back, her ears pointing straight up in surprise and curiosity. "I said, 'nice party'," she repeated, carefully, "Are you okay, Ty?" The nervous male blinked a few times and bit his lip. For just a second there, he'd been convinced she'd actually said... that. He silently cursed Sam Carver's name for even putting the idea in his head.

Sighing, Tyler shrugged. "Sorry," he muttered, "I've just got a lot on my mind." "You wanna talk about it?" Karen asked, because of course she did. "I... I don't think I should," Tyler replied, honestly. A part of him actually wanted to tell her everything, to spill the beans and beg Karen for her help. Tyler had always been able to depend on his big sister for advice and assistance, but this wasn't his secret to share... "Girl trouble?" Karen asked gently, with the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "No," Tyler said, hating that he could feel his ears lowering in embarrassment. "Boy trouble?" she prodded. "Dammit Karen..." he grumbled. She grinned and nodded, as if pleased with herself, and then tilted her head to one side, smiling a little more sympathetically. "Hey, I'm just teasin'," she said, "But seriously, I've known you long enough to know when something's bothering you. You weren't even facing me and I could see you were forcing your ears upright from all the way across the room." Tyler blushed and started trying to come up with an excuse, but she interrupted him. "But," she said, loudly enough to quiet him, "I get it, there are some things you just can't tell your big sister. Just know that if you do need me, I'm here for you, okay?"

Tyler briefly imagined the look on her face if he just blurted out 'Sam Carver and his sister want to fuck, and it's my fault', and then decided it wasn't worth it. "Thanks," he said, softly. The shepherdess smiled at him again, pet him on the top of the head demeaningly (a habit she'd steadfastly refused to give up since they were very young), and started to leave. But she'd only made it about two steps before Tyler was surprised to find himself lunging forward and grabbing her shoulder. "W-wait, Karen!" he said, "I - Look, it's not about me, s-so I don't know if I should tell you!" His sister turned around with a patient expression on her face, so he forced himself to continue. "Look, I'm super worried about a friend of mine because, uhh... because he wants to date, you know... someone it's a really bad idea for him to date." Karen frowned slightly, concern creasing her brow. "A bad idea how?" she asked. Tyler struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't ruin his friends' lives, but before he could stammer out anything, Karen raised her hands. "Sorry, force of habit," she said, "Trying to keep what I hear unbiased, eh? I can respect that." For just a moment, Tyler started to frown, and then he forced the expression off his face. "Wh- Yes. That's it exactly," he lied, gratefully. It was close enough. "Hmmm..." Karen chewed her cheek for a moment before speaking again. "I take it this is bigger than just 'my friend is dating someone I think is a douchebag'," she said, "You know, since you're practically freaking out, and all." "Y-yeah," he admitted, "They're, um... they're kinda keeping it on the down-low because if anyone found out..." Despite himself, Tyler let out a canine whine as he trailed off. Karen nodded understandingly. "I t-tried to talk to him," he said, "Tried to talk him out of it, tried to talk some sense into him, but he kept resisting, he kept insisting they were in love." He said that more sarcastically than he intended to, but the frustration was boiling to the surface.

The stressed male closed his eyes, lowered his ears, and began to massage the top of his muzzle. "God, Karen, I - I don't know what I'm gonna do," he said, softly, "Things have been going good for him and I'm really afraid he's going to throw it all away." As much as he hated to, Tyler left out the part where it was his fault, because that would require a more in-depth explanation. When he opened his eyes again, Karen had produced a wine cooler from somewhere, and was looking vaguely upwards, clearly pondering what to say. After a long, pregnant moment, she looked him in the eye, but did not smile. "Last year, one of my friends started dating this guy from out of town," she said, "I don't know what it was, but he made me uncomfortable just being around him. Maybe that crooked smile of his. But for some reason, she thought he was great." She took a sip of her drink.

"About a month after they started dating, I realized he wasn't big on straight answers, it felt like his version of events didn't match anyone else's. Real sketchy. I'm pretty sure he cheated on her at some point, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was on meth or something." "What did you do?" pressed Tyler, "What did you say to her?" Karen started picking at the label on the bottle - a habit of hers that had long annoyed her brother - and took a moment before she replied. "Nothing," she finally said, "Absolutely nothing. I would ask her 'How are things going with so-and-so?' and then I would nod politely, and then I would change the subject as fast as I could." "Karen, this isn't exactly helping with my problem," the younger sibling said sullenly. "You're not listening," she said, "I didn't say nothing because I was afraid to, I said nothing because it was the right thing to do." Tyler frowned. "What do you mean, nothing?" he protested, "He's my friend! I need to help him!" "And if I'd told her it would never work out from the start, I'd just risk losing my friend forever, even if it did all fall apart in the end," Karen said pointedly, "Trying to force her to change her mind about him would just alienate her and make her angry."

Tyler made a face, curling up one lip to expose his teeth. "How can you say that?" he asked, "Surely doing something has got to be better than doing nothing!" Leaning back against the wall, the calm female took a drink and regarded her brother with a Look. "And how's that working out for you so far?" Karen asked, pointedly. Tyler felt the wind go out of his sails as he remembered how Sam had reacted to his confrontation earlier. For a second there before Rosie arrived, he'd almost thought the ram was about to take a swing at him... Tyler sat down on a nearby chair and pouted, despite himself. "It's easy to say that, but I can't just stand there and watch him do something so stupid!" he said, "I just... I just..." Karen put her hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up, there was only sympathy in her eyes. "I know," she said, "It's the hardest thing in the world to watch someone you care for do something you think is a bad idea. But you don't need to do nothing, you can be there for him, support him even if you don't entirely agree with what he's doing. And if... when everything falls apart, you can be there to help him pick up the pieces."

For a long time, Tyler said nothing, chewing this over. "I don't know, Karen," he said, "I - I can't really tell you why, but this is a lot bigger than just dating a shitty boyfriend. He - both of them could pretty much ruin their lives if this goes bad..." Karen's nose twitched, her whiskers wiggled, and Tyler could tell she was dying to press for details. But, after taking a deep breath, Karen did the Big Sister thing and forced herself to refrain. "Well, as long as the other person isn't a child, a terrorist, or some kind of alien, I think they'll be okay in the long run," she said. Despite himself, Tyler smiled at that. "No to all three," he said, "At least, I think so..." The elder Australian shepherd squeezed her sibling's shoulder. "And hey, even if this is really bad..." she added, "If I were ever on a bad path that I couldn't be talked out of, I'd sure be glad to have someone to walk beside me." As Tyler considered this advice, she stood up straight and finished her wine cooler. "So, resist the urge to give him shit, try to support him, and be a shoulder for him to cry on when it goes bad," Karen said, in conclusion. She smirked and added, "...Just give it like a week after they break up before you try to sleep with him, or you'll come off like a creep."

Tyler's ears had started to rise, and now they flattened against his head again as he blushed fiercely and his eyes widened. "Wh-hu-bu..." he stammered, embarrassed. Karen giggled and shook her head. "I told you, Tyler, I know you," she said, "If it wasn't Sam Carver, you wouldn't be so upset." "S-so why would I get so upset over Sam, huh?!" he protested. "Oh, sweetie, you can try to play it cool, but we both know you've had a crush on that ram since you were both fourteen," she replied, gently. "Don't worry, little brother. Your secret is safe with me." He blushed a little harder and she chuckled good-naturedly.

Karen put down her empty bottle - now mostly free of its label - on the counter nearby and gave her brother a big smile. "You'll be okay, Ty," she said, "I believe in you. You'll do the right thing in the end, there was never any doubt of that." "Thanks for the, uh, pep talk, sis," he replied, as his blush started to fade, "I needed that." He raised his drink in her direction, and the shepherd bitch waved at him and wandered back off into the party. For a while, Tyler just sat there with his thoughts. All the troubling ones he'd had before, now mixing with the suggestions Karen had given him... and the truth she'd reminded him of. She was right, of course, Tyler had a big crush on his best friend, though he'd gone to great lengths to keep it hidden; he didn't think Sam had the slightest interest in other men, so all it would do is make things awkward. Still, now that he'd calmed down some, he had to admit, his furious, panicked reaction to Sam and Rosie's taboo surprise probably had something to do with his feelings being hurt. Even now, it was hard to believe that Sam would rather kiss his own sister than the Australian shepherd... Trying to shake off the spike of jealousy rising inside him as best he could, and trying not to think too hard about the idea of seducing Sam once Rosie broke his heart, Tyler sighed. He needed to find the sheep and talk to them, try to understand them better and show his support... even if what they'd found still felt more than a little weird. Setting his now-empty beer bottle aside, the dog stood up to go looking for his friends.

* * *

Sam laughed happily as he had a seat on the couch. He'd known his little sister was good at dancing, but it was still almost magical having her wear him out. No sooner had his buns touched the cushion before Rosie took a seat right next to him, beaming at him adoringly. "What I wouldn't give to see that smile every morning when I wake up," he whispered, as he caressed the side of her chin, "Oh. Wait. Did I say that out loud?" Rosie giggled and gently pushed his hand away. "Oh stop," she said, as if that was the last thing she wanted him to do. After a moment, Sam defiantly slipped his hand around to run his fingers through her hair, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "You look beautiful with your hair like this," he said, "I wanted to tell you when you got it done, but... I was afraid you'd be able to tell how I really felt." "Oh man, I was afraid to tell you if your clothes looked nice!" the ewe admitted, "Last summer, I told you I liked your new shorts, and I spent the rest of the day blushing in my room because I thought you knew I wanted you!" Sam quickly looked around, but no one was looking in their direction, nor was anyone close enough to hear exactly what Rosie was saying over the music.

"No, no, you were safe... but I may have spent the rest of the day pretending you wanted me," the older male said, grinning - there's that word again - sheepishly. Rosie blinked once, her face blank, as if she didn't follow. Then her eyes widened and she let out a sound somewhere between a bleat and a gasp, with a hint of laugh mixed in. "You didn't!" she said. "I did!" he admitted, "It leant itself so easily to - well, you know." He raised the pitch of his voice several octaves. "Oh, big brother, those shorts look so good on you," he teased, "But they'd look even better on the floor of my room..." Rosie laughed and swatted his arm. "I do not sound like that!" she protested, "And I'd never say something so - so porny!" "That's not what I heard," the ram lied, waggling his eyebrows, "I heard you get a little freaky when you get turned on." "You liar!" she tittered, "You did not hear that! ...Did you? O-M-G, who said that?!" Seeing the uncertainty on his sister's face made Sam chuckle, and he closed his eyes and savoured the moment as his hand slipped down to her shoulder. He'd never been so happy, so fast when starting a relationship. Tyler's accusations echoed in his mind. He was sure this wasn't just a sex thing, right? Sam took a moment to ponder the question, thoughtfully poking around the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Distantly, it occurred to him that he didn't want the mildly unpleasant aftertaste of beer to still be there the next time he kissed Rosie, and he wondered if anyone at the party had mints or something.

As he was pondering this minty question, Rosie got his attention by clambering over him, practically sitting down in his lap. "Helloooo?" she said, "Sorry, big brother, you're not getting away from the question that easily!" Opening his eyes, and seeing his sister right in front of him with a cocky smile on her face, Sam felt a flutter in his heart, and he couldn't help but shiver. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured. Instead of being annoyed that he still wasn't answering the question (which of course he'd already forgotten), Rosie blushed slightly at this, her smile widening. The siblings shared a longing glance for several silent seconds, and then, without a word, Rosie began leaning in, angling to meet her brother's mouth. Mints or no mints, Sam still grinned eagerly as his hand slid down from Rosie's shoulder, sliding along the side of the ewe's slender body until it came to rest on her rump. He slowly closed his eyes again as they leaned closer and closer, until he could feel the heat of her body and smell her lip balm... And then Rosie let out an alarmed yelp.

Sam's eyes snapped open as Rosie was yanked away from him. "Whoa!" Tyler Roberts said, oddly loudly, "Easy there, big guy, that's your sister, did you forget?" Sam was about a millisecond away from punching his friend in the balls for getting on his case again when Tyler let out a fake laugh. His nervousness was palpable. "Boy, you two have had a lot to drink, haven't you?" the dog said. Blinking, Sam slowly looked away from his friend and realized that everyone on the dance floor was looking in their direction with strange, judgemental expressions on their faces. Tyler moved Rosie back down to the couch while holding her arm and back, as if helping a deeply intoxicated girl. "That's it, just sit back, I'ma get you two some coffee," he said, still with a theatrical volume. The partygoers rolled their eyes, shook their heads, or just shrugged, and they went back to talking and dancing. That's when Sam realized what Tyler was doing; the two sheep had been so lost in their desire for each other that they'd forgotten they were surrounded by people, and Tyler had come to save them from outing themselves on their first night as a couple! Playing along, Sam put on a goofy smile and nodded a little wobbily. "Th-thanks, Ty," he said, trying to sound wasted, "You're the best, man, the fucking best..." He had to hand it to the Australian shepherd. Not just anyone could cock-block for the forces of good.

"You comfortable? Rad. I'll go get those coffees," Tyler said, and then added, in an exaggeratedly facetious tone, "Don't you two go jumping each other while I'm gone, ha ha ha!" Blushing furiously, Rosie frowned at her brother. "What the hell -" she whispered, but Sam cut her off. "We got carried away, and everyone almost saw us kiss," he breathed, "Now Tyler's playing 'gracious host' and we need to pretend to be drunk." "Oh," she said, softly, and then she stiffened as the full impact of what had happened dawned on her. "Oh!" The smaller sheep bleated with embarrassment and covered her muzzle with both hands. "Omigosh, we almost - and they almost - and then he -" "Mmm-hmm," Sam calmly agreed, and then he gave a big smile and pointed double finger guns at a cat he didn't know whose gaze was lingering. The stranger tensed up and turned back to the people he was with. "I'm blushing so hard I'm gonna die," Rosie whimpered. The ram wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but didn't dare touch her right now. "Lean on the arm of the couch," the ram suggested, "Like you're almost passing out." Rosie nodded and hid her face with her arms. It wasn't long after that when Tyler returned with the coffees, which made Sam assume they were instant, but that was okay, since they were just a prop for their cover story.

The Australian shepherd nudged Rosie 'awake' as he arrived, and the ewe silently accepted a cup of coffee with both hands. Sam accepted his with a slightly exaggerated nod. "Thanks, dude, I c-could really use a li'l pick-me-up." Tyler sat down in a chair just next to the couch, and put down a few packets of artificial sweetener on the coffee table in front of them. A few minutes passed as the Carvers nursed their drinks, and then Sam spoke up. "Alright, I'll bite," the ram said to the dog, completely missing the irony, "Why did you cover for us? If you really don't approve of us, you could have just done nothing and watched us screw things up for ourselves." "You don't approve of us, Tyler?" Rosie asked, dismayed. Sam shrugged self-consciously. "We were arguing before you showed up," he admitted, "I - I didn't want to ruin your night. You were so happy thinking that he set us up on purpose..." Seeing the crushed look on her face, Sam reached out and touched her shoulder - briefly. "I'm sorry, sis," Sam whispered, resisting the urge to call her 'babe'. "No, I'm sorry," Tyler said, staring down at his be-socked feet, "Sorry for being a dick about - about whatever it is you two have got going on."

"The hell?" Sam muttered, confused, "First you're trying to tell me we're ruining our lives and being stupid for thinking this could work, and now you're apologizing and helping us cover when we slip up? What gives, did you get visited by the Spirit of Incest Past or something?" Caught off-guard while drinking, Rosie coughed hard, managing to avoid snorting coffee out her nose. "Sammy!" she protested, once she could breathe. "Sorry, Rosie," he said, faux-sincerely, "You're right, it's never just the one ghost. He'd also be visited by the Spirit of Incest Present." He leaned over and gave her a totally unapologetic grin as he said this, and winked when she made eye contact, setting her poor cheeks to blushing again. "And my personal favourite," he murmured, "the Spirit of Incest Yet to Come." Despite clearly trying to look pissed at him, Rosie broke out into giggles at the blatant way Sam was waggling his eyebrows at her. "Oh my God, Sammy, you're ridiculous," said the ewe. "You know you love it," he replied. "...Yeah I do," she admitted, then started giggling again. Tyler cleared his throat, and when Sam looked over at him, the look on his friend's face suggested he was having second thoughts about saving them from themselves.

"That's definitely not a version of A Christmas Carol I'm interested in seeing," Tyler said, "But I have been doing some thinking." He leaned forward, wringing his hands and studying the floor, while Sam and Rosie continued to sip at their coffee. "I'm still not sure how I feel about your... unexpected decision," he admitted, glancing to the left and right, but not at the sheep. "I get that ultimately, it's up to you, but it's gonna take me more than a few minutes of - of thinking things over to work out my feelings." His words sounded awkward, slightly unnatural, and Sam realized his friend was both choosing every single word carefully and avoiding any actual reference to what their 'unique decision' had been. A part of the ram immediately felt the irrational desire to tease him by talking about it explicitly, like I'm glad you support my decision to give my sister cunnilingus, but things were strained already, and he didn't want to make them worse.

"Okay," Sam said, simply, trying to sound supportive, "That's fair." Tyler made eye contact for about a microsecond, and then he looked down to the floor again and nodded. "Right, so... I've been your friend forever, Sam, and I - I guess I just want to understand, eh?" the nervous dog said, "So... maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private and, you know... work things out?" After a few seconds of silence, Tyler lowered his ears and reluctantly looked up at the sheep. Rosie and Sam looked at each other silently, as if telepathically conferring about this idea. In truth, Sam was just looking for emotions on his little sister's face. Rosie had always worn her feelings on her sleeve, and if this idea made her uncomfortable, it would have been obvious. "Alright," he finally said, looking back towards Tyler. "If you're willing to talk about this, then sure, let's talk."

Once the sheep finished their coffee, the three of them stood up, Tyler leading the Carvers across the house towards the staircase leading upstairs. Along the way, Rosie pulled Sam aside with a playful smile on her face. "I don't wanna wait until we get home," she whispered. "For what?" Sam replied, raising a fluffy eyebrow. Rosie said nothing, but her smile widened and she blushed a little, a condition which seemed to be contagious as it quickly spread to her brother. "Wait, really?" he asked as quietly as he could, "You mean you... Now? Here? But what about Tyler?" She touched his forearm and gave it a squeeze. "He just invited us to go somewhere private and work this out," she said, "He's totally on board." Sam bit his lip uncertainly for a moment. "I'm not sure that's what he meant..." he admitted, "Besides, we thought he was on board last time, and now we know he wasn't." "Aww, come on, Sammy," the ewe pouted, "Don't you want to -" "I don't think it's a good idea," Sam said, steadfastly. Rosie's pout increased in severity, but she said nothing. As they reached the foot of the stairs, a ewe that Sam knew distantly from college stopped Tyler. "Ty, we got a problem in the backyard," she said, "some guys are fighting out there, I don't know what happened, they went out to smoke and suddenly fists are flying."

"Oh, shit," Tyler said, before he turned to the Carvers and said, under his voice, "I need to take care of this before someone calls the cops, you two head upstairs, it's the second door on the left, okay?" "Sure thing," Sam said, "You go be a good host." The dog nodded gratefully and headed off. "You see?" Rosie whispered, excitedly, "I bet that's not even real! I bet he told her ahead of time to say that to him!" "What are you talking about, sis?" "He's giving us the room, but being subtle about it!" she explained, "Giving himself an excuse to leave right before we get to the room! I bet it's his way of saying sorry for that argument you had!" "I very much doubt he wants us to -" Rosie leaned in close and interrupted him with a breathy whisper. "I want you, big brother," she murmured, "Please?" He looked at her for a long, silent moment. "I need you to be honest, Rosie," he whispered back, "You just said it that way because you knew I couldn't resist those words, didn't you?" The ewe giggled. "Maybe, maybe not. Wanna find out?"

A few moments later, Sam and Rosie stepped into the room Tyler had indicated and found themselves in a bedroom. "You see?!" Rosie said triumphantly, "A bed! We totally have his blessing to - mmph!" Her words were somewhat muffled by her brother's mouth, as Sam pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. The slender ewe moaned into the kiss and reached up to return his embrace. After a few seconds, Sam broke it off and smiled. "Okay, little sister," he said, "You win." Rosie giggled delightedly and began unbuttoning her shirt. "Damn, you're not wasting any time," Sam observed, as she tossed the garment aside and went to work on her bra. "Can you blame me?" she asked with a smirk. As soon as the latch popped open, though, Sam leaned in and kissed her again. After a few seconds, he gently eased the straps to the bra off her willowy shoulders and slipped the garment off her body. Rosie made a noise as her breasts were exposed and started to pull back, but Sam began to kiss her even more hungrily, not letting her look down, and as he expected, she shivered from head to toe against him. As the two siblings explored each other's mouths, Sam dropped the bra to the floor and moved his hand down to Rosie's pants. Moving playfully slowly, he trailed his fingertips along the soft denim and made his way to the button above her fly, though as soon as he touched it, the ewe firmly pushed his hand away. "Oh no," Rosie said, breaking off the kiss, "You take something off first." She reached down and took hold of the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pulling it up and over his head.

Before he could free his horns from the collar, Rosie was nuzzling against his chest wool and bleating softly with delight. "You smell so damned good..." she whispered, "I mean, I knew you smelled good, but there's a difference between picking up your scent while I'm talking to you, and..." Trailing off, she churred and nuzzled her nose against his wool. "Ohhh, you are a keeper, aren't you?" the ram chuckled, "We are going to have so much fun..." Managing to pry his sister off his chest, Sam pulled her in for another kiss, going back to her pants. Easily slipping the top button open, Sam took hold of the zipper and pulled it down in one smooth, slow motion. The younger sheep began to stir, but once again, Sam kept her attention focused on their tongues so that he could enjoy her surprised reaction as he boldly slipped his hand down into his sister's panties, cupping his palm over her heated slit. Rosie gripped his shoulders tight and moaned into the kiss, shuddering against him as he gave her womanhood a possessive squeeze.

It was at this exact moment that the door opened behind them and Tyler walked in. "Sorry about that, guys, I - oh, for the love of God." The dog immediately began blushing fiercely and crossed his arms. "Seriously? You couldn't wait for me for five minutes without throwing yourselves at each other?" he asked, "How the hell do you expect to have a secret relationship or whatever if you can't keep it in your pants?!" Sam's first instinct, naturally, was to make a joke about how he was just helping Rosie keep it in her pants - and then to give her another squeeze - but he resisted. "I told you this wasn't the plan," he muttered under his voice. "Tyleeeeeer, you weren't supposed to show up," Rosie whined, ignoring that, "We thought you were offering us the room so we could make love!" The Australian shepherd looked openly shocked. "Offer- Okay, one, this is my room! Why would I want you to do The Deed in my own bed?! There's a guest bedroom downstairs!" he replied, "And two, I brought you guys up here because I wanted to talk things out, remember? I'm willing to talk about you two being a thing, that doesn't mean I'm cool giving you guys the chance to have sex!" Rosie whined with frustration, and Sam directed his attention back to the half-naked girl in his arms. In retrospect, it would almost seem odd he'd ever been able to look away. "Noooo, we were so close!" the ewe whimpered, "God, I want it so bad... Oh, please, big brother, just - find us a bathroom, lock the door behind us, and take me, I can't stand it! I... I need to feel you inside me, I'm aching for you!" This point didn't really need underlining, but Rosie did it anyway, by pushing her mound against Sam's hand, grinding against her incredulous lover's palm and giving him a desperate, pouty look he found himself powerless against. He'd never been so turned on in all his life.

"I - we - I just..." The ram could almost hear a tinny voice in his ear:We're sorry, Sam's brain is out of service right now. Please hang up, and try again later. Swallowing, he looked over at Tyler, unsure what to expect. The other male sighed heavily as he rubbed his forehead. "Is this really happening right now?" Tyler muttered, "Is this really my life?" Rosie reached out and squeezed her brother's package through his pants. He was already fully hard, much to his mortification. Despite himself, Sam moaned softly. "G-God, Rosie, we - we can't just do it in a bathroom," he said, weakly, "It's our first time t-together... it's your first time, ever! It needs to be s-special..." The smaller sheep nuzzled against his cheek. "I don't need candle light or rose petals or a custom soundtrack to make my first time special, Sammy," she cooed, "I just need it to be you in my arms, making me feel loved... making me feel good." She kept her hand on his tent and fondled him shamelessly, practically stroking him through his jeans. "Just find a nice, secluded spot so you can make me yours," she whispered, "And I can make you mine."

"Jesus Christ..." Sam groaned, feeling almost light-headed, "It's like you're m-magic or something..." Rosie churred to him, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and began to gently stroke his cheek. He was about two seconds away from his will to resist collapsing entirely when Tyler growled. "God, listen to you two," he said, "I'd tell you to get a room, but I'm not happy with what happened the last time I said that!" Rosie stuck her tongue out at him, pouting adorably. "Oh yeah? Well you can oh my God Sammy, look!" She pointed a flawless, slender finger and Sam followed her gaze in confusion - and then laughed. "Dude!" he said, "You're enjoying this! You're almost as hard as I am!" The situation was already so surreal that Sam didn't feel that much stranger pointing out that his lifelong friend had a hard-on, or talking about his own. "What?!" Tyler said, looking down at his tent in shock, "No! I..." Blushing fiercely, the Australian shepherd scowled and crossed his arms, suddenly studying the bookshelf next to the door, pointedly ignoring the bulge in his pants. "...I am just slightly drunk," he said defensively, "and I refuse to apologize for the whims of my penis." Rosie giggled. She was already flushed with desire, a little pink tingeing her licorice-black cheeks, but Sam was pretty sure she'd be blushing if she could. Tilting her head to one side, she asked a question with delight in her voice. "Tyler, do you - do you like it when brothers and sisters -" "No!" he interrupted, horrified, "I mean - I mean I didn't think so, I just - God damn, everything is so confusing tonight!" "Would you like to watch and see how you feel?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey. "What?!" Sam asked, stunned, "Rosie, is that, like, your thing, or...?" He briefly envisioned his sister getting them in trouble by trying to do it in public. She caressed his cheek reassuringly. "No, big brother," she giggled, "I just think we can help Tyler here with his problem. And, well, he did set us up together, even if he did it by accident, so... It's like I said earlier. If Tyler wants to watch, let him watch. He's earned it." She pulled him in and kissed him, and this time, it was Sam who moaned into the kiss, helpless to resist his desire for the much smaller sheep.

With a gentle tug, Rosie lead her muscular brother back over towards the bed and sat him down, and Sam's eyes kept darting back and forth between the eager ewe and his visibly conflicted best friend. If he wanted to, Tyler could easily throw them under the bus right now, out them to the rest of the party, maybe even get them arrested for technically committing a crime. Seven and a half seconds stretched out to an eternity as he waited for Tyler to make a decision. Then, the dog looked back to the door behind him... and turned the lock closed, so that no one else could accidentally barge in on them. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Tyler grumbled to himself, "Any second now I'm gonna wake up..." "Yay!" cheered Rosie, without a trace of irony, "This is going to be fun!" Sam still wasn't entirely sure, but the smaller sheep helped him get over it by going for his belt. Easily undoing the buckle, Rosie unzipped her lover's fly and shoved his jeans down just enough to expose his boxers. She gave Sam's hard prick a good squeeze through the thin material of his underwear, and despite himself, the ram moaned, swallowing self-consciously as a dark spot formed in the fabric against the tip of his manhood, where pre-come had leaked out at his sister's touch. "Oh... oh God..." he sighed, as the eager female began tugging his pants free, leaving his boxers in place for the moment. A furiously blushing Tyler grabbed the chair behind his computer desk and moved it so that it was facing the door, then sat down in it backwards. If he weren't so nervous, and if he weren't so turned on, Sam would probably have teased him for this, asking if it was still 1994 on Tyler's calendar. With a grunt, Rosie freed the pants from his legs. "You, uh, you could have just asked me to lift my feet," Sam said. "Shut up and kiss me," she replied, practically pouncing on him and capturing his lips with her own. "Jesus Christ, she really wasn't kidding," Tyler muttered, "I've never seen anyone so into it..."

When she broke off the kiss, Rosie moved back and took hold of her brother's underwear. Biting his lip, Sam lifted his butt from the mattress, and Rosie didn't hesitate for a moment before pulling his boxers down to his thighs, exposing his rigid cock to the room. "And there it is," the Australian shepherd said, flatly. Oh my God, Tyler can see my dick, Tyler's looking at my dick, Sam thought, aflush with confusing emotions. The dog's face was unreadable. Was he weirded out? Uncomfortable? Tyler was bi, did he like what he saw? Sam had been proud of his body for years, but he'd never been naked around Ty, and it had never once occurred to him to wonder how his best friend thought he looked. Wait, why was it so important to him what Tyler thought of his body? Before he could follow that train of thought, Rosie derailed it with a single lick to the underside of his penis from the base to the tip. Caught off-guard, Sam bleated with pleasure, which earned him a giggle. He grinned - wait for it - sheepishly at his sister, and then blinked. "Wait, when did you take off your pants? Or your socks?" he asked, belatedly realizing Rosie was sitting there in just her panties. "You are nervous, aren't you?" the ewe said dotingly, "Aww, that's so cute! Big tough ram like you being anxious about performing well in front of his friend..." "N-no!" Sam protested, blushing even harder, "I just - I mean he's - Dammit, Rose, I've never done it with an audience before!" Rosie leaned back and put her fists on her hips, raising her chin defiantly (and totally ignoring the fact that her breasts were bared to the entire room, which Sam distantly enjoyed). "Well, I've never done it at all, so I win!" she countered, before giggling at the look of confusion on her brother's face. "But..." the ram said, trying in vain to sort through a whirlwind of emotions. Mercifully, Rosie gave him something else to focus on by leaning back in and kissing him as she took hold of his tool.

"Nnph!" With a muffled cry, Sam tensed up for a moment, then relaxed under his sister's soft lips and gently stroking hand. "Mmm...." Without breaking off the kiss to look, Rosie reached down and shoved Sam's boxers the rest of the way off. Despite himself, the ram couldn't stop blushing; he could practically feel Tyler staring at his cock. Of course he was! Sam was getting a low-key handjob right in front of him! If their situations were reversed, Sam couldn't not look at his friend's dick! Letting go of Sam's manhood, Rosie climbed into his arms, snuggling up against him, and he instinctively held her close, running his hand along her back. After a couple minutes of cuddling, feeling her warmth against him, breathing in her soothing scent, and enjoying the younger sheep's affection, Sam actually did manage to relax fully, even with Tyler right there with a conflicted look on his face. Reaching down, Sam began to slide the ewe's panties off, and Rosie lifted her butt and moved her legs to make it easier for him. It was only then, holding his sister's naked body against his own, cuddling her in a soft, comfortable bed, that Sam realized that there was a significant problem with this plan. "...Oh my God," he breathed, "I don't have a condom!" He groaned and facepalmed as Tyler muttered to himself. Sam caught the word 'planning'. "If you don't want to do this," Sam said to Rosie, "I am totally okay with that, and if you do... I don't know, I'll pull out before I come, I guess." Rosie smiled at him, but before she could say anything, Tyler sat up straight and frowned. "The hell you will!" he interjected, "That's my bed, remember? I don't want you blowing your load all over the sheets!" Sam looked over at him and made a face. "What am I supposed to do, knock my little sister up?" he asked, gesturing at her as if Tyler might have missed her somehow. The dog let out a huff and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Some_body should have thought of that before he decided to become a huge pervert!" he said, "I know I'm the host, but I draw the line at providing rubbers for my guests so they can fuck!" Sam glared at his friend, clenching his teeth in annoyance, and was about to say something quite insulting when Rosie sat up and raised her arms between them. "Oh for..." she muttered, "I'm on the pill, you doofuses, we don't have to stop _or hope that pulling out is good enough." She pointed, in turn, at Tyler and then Sam. "Now, you quit complaining, and you... mmmm, keep going, you're a really good kisser!"

Sam put on a faux-thoughtful look, and rather pointedly did not kiss his sister. "Is 'doofuses' even a word?" he pondered aloud. Tyler snorted in amusement and then forced his face to look serious. "Hmmm, good question," he replied, nodding, "Maybe it should be 'doofi'." "Who cares what it is?" Rosie said, pouting, "I wanna get fuuucked..." As usual, the ewe's voice took on a slightly whiny tone when she was denied something she wanted, but that just made Sam smirk. She was still his little sister, alright. "Perhaps we should poll the rest of the party, see what they think," Tyler suggested, "Maybe it's one of those words with a weird plural, like 'octopi', or 'beeves'." For a moment, Sam's interest was genuine, and not just a way to annoy his lover. "Wait, what the hell is 'beeves'?" He paused. "Are beeves." The dog grinned wide enough to show off his sharp, predatory teeth. "It's the plural of 'beef'!" he said, delighted, "But nobody ever uses it because there's a billion different ways to serve beef so it's too vague!" "That's fascinating," Sam exaggerated, picking up his boxers, "We should -" Without warning, Rosie unceremoniously plucked the underwear from his hand and threw them across the room. They almost draped themselves over the doorknob, but alas, it was not to be. "Alright, you've had your fun," the frustrated female said, slipping a hand between her legs, "But I'm gonna go crazy if you keep teasing me like that!" She reached up and smeared her juices across the front of her brother's muzzle, hitting him with such a rush of the scent of her arousal that Sam actually felt dizzy for a second. "Oh God..." he breathed, blinking, "Okay, okay, n-no more teasing... Holy shit..."

Rosie giggled and snuggled up against him as he lay back down. "I mean, I would have thought that having a naked girl in your arms, literally begging for you to fuck her would be more entertaining than stupid word games," she commented, "But that's just me..." "She raises a good point," Tyler deadpanned. Sam was distantly relieved that his friend seemed to be relaxing - as surreal as it still was to have him watching at all - but most of the ram's attention was focused on the shapely female squirming against him in a most pleasing way. His senses were still a little stunned from Rosie's careful deployment of her feminine nectar. After just a little more kissing and snuggling, the ram decided that the moment had finally come, and pulled back to look his sister in the eye. "...Are you ready?" he whispered, "I mean, are you sure you're ready?" "Yes," Rosie said immediately, "Oh, yes, Sammy... I've wanted this for so long, I almost can't remember not loving you. Please, take me now..."

Getting a firm grip on her slender shoulders, Sam rolled the two of them over so that Rosie lay on her back, and he was on all fours above her. His heart pounding in his chest, feeling a nervousness he hadn't experienced since the night he lost his virginity, he reached down and took hold of his prick as Rosie nervously spread her legs. Sam carefully moved himself into position, the tip of his manhood just barely brushing against her moist labia, and he hesitated for a moment, glancing up to meet the ewe's gaze. "I love you, big brother," Rosie whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. With that, he winked at her and pushed his hips forward. In one smooth, quick motion, Sam's rigid cock slipped between his sister's folds and buried itself within her body. Rosie gasped and arched her back, reaching up and grabbing the ram's shoulders tightly, and Sam couldn't help but moan as he felt her hot, slick inner walls, which were already tight against his prick, clench down hard as Rosie shuddered. His mind reeled at the idea that after so many fantasies, so many dreams, he was actually balls-deep in his little sister. "Oh - oh my God, it's so good," he groaned, "I could die happy right now..." Despite herself, despite the moment, Rosie snickered. "Please don't," she said, "Aside from having to explain it to Mom and Dad - and the cops - I would need so much therapy to get over that..." It was a stupid, obvious joke, but Sam felt so marvellous that he threw back his head and laughed in delight. "I love you too, sis," he said, belatedly responding, "I love you too."

Sam squirmed to the right and to the left, shuddering hard at the sensation of his sister's tight pussy 'turning' around his sensitive shaft. She seemed quite appreciative herself, shivering and biting her lip beneath him. "Don't do that," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "D-don't do what?" she responded, uncertainly. "Don't hold yourself back," Sam explained, "I - I love the noises you make, it really turns me on..." Rosie swallowed, her eyes flicking towards the shepherd watching them intently. "I c-can't, Sammy, we're at a party, someone could hear me..." Sam smirked and caressed one of his lover's ebony cheeks. "I'm not saying, like, scream for me or anything, but there's some loud music downstairs and people are talking," he said, "They won't notice if you let out a moan or twelve..." Rosie smiled shyly and Sam winked at her again. Moving down, he gave her neck a big fat smooch, suckling gently against the smooth skin. "Oh! Oh!" Rosie gasped, reaching up and touching his face, "S-Sammy! You're g-gonna give me a hickey!" The ram seemed unmoved by her protests. "I know," he mumbled, directly against her skin, making her giggle, "Everyone will know you're mine." Off to the side, Tyler shifted in his seat, but said nothing.

Finally pulling his lips away from his lover's neck with a satisfying pop, Sam leaned back and smirked at her. "So how do you want it, babe?" he asked, "Hard and fast, or slow and tender?" Rosie squeezed his shoulders and gave him a sexy smile. "Hard and fast," she replied, "Fuck me like a porn star! In fact, when you finish, pull out and come on my face!" Taken aback, Sam's eyes widened and he leaned back a bit. "W-wait, really?" he asked, shocked to hear such vulgar words coming out of his little sister's mouth, even if he was fully hilted in her heated body. It just didn't seem like her, somehow. "No, of course not!" she replied, a little self-consciously, "It's my first time, you doof, of course I want it slow and tender! Jeez... you actually hoped I meant it, didn't you? You're such a perv..." Sam shrugged, unmoved. "If not being a perv means I don't get to have my wicked way with my little sister, then I'm happy being the king of the pervs," he replied, "Speaking of which..."

Slipping his arms underneath the slender female's form, cradling them against her back as he supported himself on his forearms, Sam pulled back a little, then pushed forward again, getting things started. Rosie was so tight that he had to use a little more muscle than he'd expected, but she was also so wet that he didn't have much trouble. "Mmm, Sammy, yes..." the ewe moaned, "Yes!" As the ram churred and licked his sister's cheek affectionately, his thrusts were becoming smoother, and a proper rhythm was forming as he drove himself into her eager channel again and again. "Ohhhh..." the ewe sighed, clinging to her lover a bit tighter, "Oh, big brother... it's - it's so much b-better than I thought it would be..." Sam groaned wordlessly as she shuddered against him, and her inner walls rippled along the taut skin of his prick. Adjusting his arms, he cradled her back and slipped his fingers into his sister's wool, running the individual curly strands between his fingertips and marvelling at the texture. He was a sheep too, of course, and his own pelt would be considered luxurious by most morphics, but in Sam's mind, Rosie's wool was so soft and supple that it made his own feel rough and coarse by comparison. He lifted her off the mattress and pulled her against him with a grunt, sheathing himself in her slick channel as deep as he could go, earning himself a gasp from the slender female, who moved her hands off his shoulders to hug him tightly around the chest. Off to the side, almost inaudibly, there was a canine whine of frustration. "God..." Tyler muttered, a hint of confusion in his voice, "Why is it so hot?"

Instead of answering, Sam focused on rutting into Rosie's eager body, panting and shivering as her velvety walls squeezed and gripped at his cock in the most glorious way. Meanwhile, her hands were running up and down his back, her embrace tightening occasionally as the ewe tensed up with pulses of pleasure that left her bleating in ecstasy. Sam bowed his head a little as his sister moved her hands up and started fondling his horns. "I knew it, I knew you'd be b-big," Rosie muttered, sounding a little love-drunk, "Look at - at these beautiful horns, how c-could you not have a big dick? Ohhhh, Sammy... I'm so full..." Abruptly, Tyler stood up, throwing his hands towards the ceiling. "Okay, fuck it!" he said, as if exasperated. The slender femme reacted fearfully, clutching her lover close to herself as she looked over to the dog with alarm in her eyes. "No! P-please don't make us stop, Tyler, please?" Rosie begged, whimpering. For a moment, Tyler actually looked confused. "What? No, no, that's not it at all..." he said, "Go ahead, do your freaky thing." Rosie seemed infinitely relieved that her first time wasn't about to be rudely interrupted, but Sam's attention was stuck on the fact that the Australian shepherd was suddenly unfastening his pants.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, shocked. By way of answering, Tyler yanked his pants and boxers down his legs in a single unceremonious motion, standing up straight with a defiant look on his face as he pulled his feet out of his jeans, turning the sleeves inside-out as he did so from the force he used. The ram swallowed unconsciously, unable to look away from his best friend's erection; it turned out Tyler had an Inherited penis, so it was bright red, jutted out from a sheath pouch, and came to a tapered point, one that was currently glistening with pre-come. It was a dead giveaway that he'd been deeply aroused for a while now... but not as much as the thick bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. "If you guys are gonna be freaky exhibitionists," Tyler said, turning his chair around and sitting back down, "Then I'm at least going to enjoy the show!" And as Sam watched in shock, the dog took hold of his dick and began to stroke.

Almost immediately after starting to masturbate, Tyler sighed loudly and slumped back in his chair. "Ohhh, that's so much better..." he murmured, a relaxed smile coming over his features. His prick throbbed in his hand, and a droplet of pre drooled down to the carpet between his feet. Then, Sam felt his lover place a hand on the side of his head, tracing the curving spiral of his horn until she reached the very tip, before using it as a handle to turn the ram's head back towards her smiling face. "Down here, big brother," Rosie whispered, "We were kind of in the middle of something." Suddenly, Sam realized he had been so distracted by his friend's bold display that he'd stopped thrusting. He would have blushed if he hadn't been so flushed from exertion and arousal, and suddenly realized exactly how Rosie had felt earlier. He almost muttered 'shut up' in his self-consciousness, as it was how he'd always responded to being embarrassed by his sister, but he reminded himself that at this moment, Rosie wasn't just his sister, so he just smiled a little awkwardly and started thrusting again. That smile became considerably more genuine when the delicious friction building between them resumed.

Deep down, it still boggled Sam's mind that this was even happening, that after so many longing glances, so many forbidden fantasies, so many tantalizing dreams - dreams that he'd known, with a deep and final certainty, couldn't ever become reality... here he was, holding his sweet, beautiful sister Rosie in his arms and breathing in her scent as they coupled energetically. And she was such a responsive lover, too! The ewe gasped and shuddered with his every touch, his every kiss, writhing and twitching with pleasure as Sam sheathed himself in her tight snatch over and over, her visible skin glistening with sweat in a way that was deeply attractive to the ram. As he watched, Rose slipped one hand off of his back and snaked it down her body, between their legs, where she began frantically rubbing her clitoris with her fingertips. She immediately tensed against him and bleated passionately, and Sam silently cursed himself for forgetting that vital step in assuring his lover's pleasure. The problem was that in his current position, he couldn't easily move one of his arms out from under her... He pondered this as best he could in his current, lust-soaked state of mind, while Rosie began thrusting her hips up off the bed to meet his thrusts, obviously eager to feel her big brother's thick cock pushing into her welcoming channel. "Oh my God..." Tyler groaned, off to the side, "This is so fucked up... but it's so fuckin' good, too..." As Sam took a deep breath in order to sigh with pleasure, the shocked male realized he could smell a hint of the shepherd's arousal, too... and he liked it.

Acting on impulse, Sam yanked one of his hands out from under his sister's trembling body and braced it against the bed. Then, holding Rosie tight against his chest, he suddenly shoved off hard and pushed them both up to a sitting position - with the ewe still impaled on his prick. Rosie let out a startled yelp and clung to him as if for dear life, not quite relaxing once they'd stopped moving. "S-Sammy?" she asked, confused. "I wanted to t-try something new," he said, his voice a little strained from arousal, "Something I've never tried b-before..." He grinned at her in a decidedly eager way, then took a firm hold of the slender female's buttocks. Turning so his legs dangled off the edge of the bed, he used a little muscle to start bouncing Rosie up and down on his erection. "Oh! Ohhhh my God, yes, don't s-stop..." she cried, a gasp of understanding quickly transitioning into a moan of pleasure. Closing her eyes, Rosie lifted her legs and wrapped them tight around Sam's waist, clinging to him with all four limbs and quickly joining in on the rhythmic motions, rocking herself back and forth as she slid up and down the ram's proud erection. Sam felt her juices running down his shaft and over his scrotum, and shuddered with need. With one arm freed up, he slipped it between them and took over the job of fondling his little sister's love button, which Rosie very obviously appreciated, judging by the way she buried her mouth against his shoulder to contain her moans. Sam had wanted to try this with a girl for a long time, but he'd never dated anyone who fit as comfortably into his arms as the diminutive Rosie... actually, in retrospect, Sam would self-consciously admit that his sister's slight stature was probably the reason he had a thing for petite girls. But deep down, where he was embarrassed to admit it, another motive for changing positions like this was to give a better view to their audience. As embarrassed as Sam had been when Tyler first caught sight of his bare cock, there was something thrilling about making sweet love to the girl of his dreams while his best friend took it all in and pleasured himself to the sight. I swear to Jesus, Rose Carver, if you've turned me into an exhibitionist, I'm gonna be annoyed with you...

Words fell away as the three morphics kept it up for a while. Sam savoured each and every sensation as Rosie rode his cock so eagerly, it took his breath away. She panted and trembled, whimpering with pleasure as she drove herself down onto her brother's hard shaft again and again, holding the ram so tightly that the fleece on their chests was meshing together. In the heat of the moment, it was difficult to tell where one sheep ended and the other began. As the ewe's body rocked up and down, her soft breasts rubbed and pressed against Sam's chest in a most enjoyable way, her stiff nipples dragging through his wool and no doubt adding to the shuddering female's pleasure. With Rosie's arms and legs wrapped tight around him, Sam didn't need to keep her upright himself, so while one hand dallied with the sensitive nub of her clit, which pulsed appreciatively against his fingertips as he stroked and teased it, he indulged himself with his other hand and shamelessly groped his little sister's ass. On more than one occasion, Sam had leered longingly at Rosie's tush, imagining what would happen if he just walked up and gave her a squeeze, blatantly telling the shocked ewe that she had a great butt, and he'd like a closer look at it... Of course, he was neither bold enough nor stupid enough to actually try that, so now that Rosie was openly sharing her body with him, Sam couldn't help but linger on her round, pert rump, squeezing her soft buttocks and helping to push her down against his prick, giving their rhythm just a teensy bit more oomph.

Every so often, Sam would take his eyes off the girl writhing in his arms to look over at Tyler. By now, the dog had stripped completely to make himself more comfortable - save for his ordinary white socks, which he clearly couldn't be bothered with - and he was ogling the rutting siblings with 100% of his attention. He was panting too by now, which in his case meant that his wide, flat tongue was lolling out of his mouth, dangling limply as he breathed hard, his pelt glistening with sweat and accenting the subdued musculature on the shepherd's lanky frame. But the part that drew Sam's attention every time he looked at him, of course, was Tyler's penis, cherry red and run through with visible purple veins, unlike anything the ram had seen before, outside of Internet videos on seedy websites. Tyler ran one hand up and down his shaft, while the other alternated between squeezing and toying with his balls, and rubbing and fondling his rigid knot. He'd gotten so worked up that a thin stream of clear pre-come was more or less constantly oozing from his tip, leaking down and disappearing into the carpet.

The more Rosie bounced up and down on her brother's dick, the more the pressure built up inside Sam, and the closer the point of no return crept. The burly male wanted so badly for this moment to be his new forever, for the siblings to share their bodies and their passion with each other until the end of time, and yet somehow he felt he wasn't going to make it that long. He tried to speak, coughed, swallowed to try and address how dry his mouth was, and then tried again. "Ohhh fuuuuuck, Rosie, I - I'm getting s-so close..." he warned her, "Are - are you...?" The ewe whimpered. "J-just gimme a little more t-time," she begged, "God, I need it so b-bad..." He nodded, kissing her on the cheek. "D-do you want me to p-pull out?" he asked. "Noooo!" protested Tyler. Sam didn't even look in his friend's direction before he added to that thought. "I don't mind, I'll - hnnngh... I'll pull out and even n-nut all over Ty's pillow if you want..." "You're a fucker, C-Carver!" the dog complained, but there was more amusement than fire in his voice. Rosie laughed a lot harder than the joke really called for, clearly high on endorphins at the moment. "T-tempting, but no," she replied, "I want to f-feel every drop inside me... big brother." Sam's dick throbbed hard, and he could just picture the fresh dollop of pre-come smeared against her inner walls. "God, I love it when you c-call me big brother..." he admitted. "I know," she replied with a wink, and then she leaned closer and captured his mouth.

The two sheep kissed hungrily, almost aggressively, as they picked up the pace, the slender femme riding her mate faster and harder than she had before, driving herself down onto his rigid, aching dick with an enthusiasm that betrayed her urgency. As Rosie kept up the rhythm, Sam gave up the teasing and rubbed her love button in a constant, merciless motion. The ewe gasped and whimpered with pleasure, periodically clenching down on the shaft within her with involuntary spasms of bliss, occasionally throwing a pause into their rhythm by squeezing Sam's cock so tightly she couldn't move.

Soon enough, Sam was biting his lip, tapping one foot against the floor, and trying to think about baseball, comic books, how hilarious it had been that time when he'd talked Tyler into playing that stealth-horror game on Halloween night and it scared the bejeezus out of him, anything except how delicious the sensation of his sister's pussy gripping and sliding along his aching prick was. But, like most problems in life, this one didn't go away just because he ignored it. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Ohhhh, Jesus..." he groaned, "R-Rosie, I'm sorry, I - I'm gonna come..." He was torn between the desperate, almost painful desire for an orgasm, and a deep, burning shame at failing his sister their first time together. But the ewe just smiled at him and cupped a hand to his cheek. Even with her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed up, she was beautiful in her lover's eyes. "Then d-don't hold back," she managed to whisper, "Give me everything you've g-got! I'll b-be right behind you..." Sam felt his guilt evaporating as Rosie gave him permission to finish first. But he had no time to thank her, or to whisper the sweet words she deserved, as he bleated with pleasure the moment he stopped fighting the inevitable. "F-fuck!" he cried, "Oh, oh Rosie, I'm - I'm coming!"

Moving the hand that was playing with her rump forward and gripping her firmly by the hip, Sam pushed the slender female down onto his cock one last time, hilting himself completely within her warmth as pleasure exploded forth within him, and every muscle in his body tensed up. Perhaps sensing that he was about to make a lot of noise, Rosie cradled the back of his head and pulled him in close, so that his muzzle was pressed against the gentle curve of her shoulder. It was a good thing she did that, too, because Sam lost all sense of time and place as he let out a profound moan, helpless to resist the pleasure. His rigid prick began to throb and spasm against Rosie's slick walls, spurting thick, creamy gouts of hot, sticky ovine jism into his little sister's love tunnel, filling his muscular body with firework bursts of pleasure and relief that made him see spots. Rosie shuddered and whimpered, rocking back and forth on her brother's dick as he flooded her previously-chaste body with his seed. Apparently, the sensation of her lover's climax was all she needed to go over the edge into an orgasm of her own... though the fact that Sam never stopped fondling her clitoris probably helped, too. She mirrored her lover, burying her face against his neck and letting out a muffled cry (which sounded a lot like Sammy's name) as she tensed up and began to shiver against him, her vagina rippling and clenching along the ram's shaft, her very biology coaxing him to truly empty his balls into her eager young body. As the two sheep panted and gasped and moaned their way through their shared pleasures, their audience (who Sam had briefly forgotten about) showed his appreciation by joining them. "Oh - oh fucking Christ - that's s-so hot," Tyler panted, "I'm gonna - I'm gonna..." He visibly clenched his teeth even as his lips curled back, and he leaned way back in the chair as he arched his spine with a deep, prolonged unnnnghh sound. One hand stroked up and down the shaft of his prick, and the other squeezed just behind his knot as hard as he could, simulating the sensation of tying as he began to come. 99% of Sam's being was focused on himself and the girl in his arms, but there was a tiny sliver of him that couldn't take his eyes off the Australian shepherd as his ruby red dick began to throb, pumping copious jets of canine semen in impressive arcs into the warm, pheromone-laden air of the bedroom, to fall silently to the carpet in front of Tyler's chair.

It felt like the three young morphics shared in their pleasures for a lifetime, but eventually, it was over, and they all sighed with relief and went slack at about the same time. Tyler just slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed and his tongue flopping out of his smiling mouth. He let his hands dangle from the armrests as his fingers glistened with freshly-ejaculated cream. Rosie went as limp as a ragdoll, resting her weight entirely against her brother, who just loosely held his arms around her and enjoyed her warmth. Sam marvelled at the fact that he could feel the ewe's heart beating through her skin; it wasn't even the first time he'd experienced that with a lover, but he'd never felt so connected with a girl, it made what they'd done feel so much more important than just helping each other get off. Of course, none of these thoughts were on his mind at the moment. There were no thoughts in his mind as his body tingled with leftover pleasure; he just sat there, waiting for his pulse to calm down and savouring his afterglow, along with the smell of his sister's hair. Eventually, Tyler broke the silence. "...Holy God, that was good," he murmured, "I mean, fuck, that might have been the hardest I've ever come in my life... except maybe for the first time I tried prostate play with Kyle, but goddamn, definitely top five." Rosie giggled tiredly without moving. "You think you came hard?" she asked, "I'm actually k-kind of embarrassed, that was so good I might never be able to enjoy doing it by myself again!" Sam chuckled quietly. "You flatter me," he murmured, "I love every word, mind you, I'm just saying." "Nuh-uh, I'm serious," the ewe replied, "You've ruined me for my hands, big brother, you're just gonna have to keep doing me." "Oh nooo," Sam said, his voice totally flat and insincere, "What have I doooone." There was about ten seconds of silence as the ram enjoyed the unique sensation of his penis slowly becoming flaccid inside Rosie's snatch, which even now lightly embraced it, making it feel warm and comfortable even as spent as he was. He reflected that it felt like the two of them were made for each other, like this was the girl he was_meant_ to be with, physically as well as emotionally, and he liked that. Glancing up at his friend, The ram noted that the shaft of Tyler's dick had grown slightly softer, but if anything, his knot had grown harder than ever. Sam was vaguely aware from the Inheritance sections in health class that dogs with such equipment remained stiff long after they came, something about their biology being designed to seal the seed inside their lovers to make conception more likely. After realizing he'd been staring directly at the other male's penis the entire time he'd been reflecting on their physical differences, Sam looked away - say it with me now - sheepishly and turned his attention back to his lover.

Sam moved to gently lift Rosie off his lap, and the ewe reacted by hugging him tighter. "No!" she snapped, "Don't you move!" Since he couldn't make eye contact while her cheek was resting on his shoulder, Sam began to rub her back. "We can't stay here forever, Rosie," he said, smirking, "This isn't our bed, or our house, remember?" "I know that," she grumbled, "I just... I finally got you inside me, big brother, and I don't want the feeling to end..." Her lust sated (for now), Rosie sounded capable of being self-conscious again, as if she knew she sounded a little silly. Sam's first instinct was to tease her, or to use his larger size to manhandle her off of him. But his second instinct was of a sort he still wasn't quite used to. A softer, warmer instinct to take a different tack than poking fun at her. "...Little sister," he whispered, in a much more earnest tone; Rosie's ears perked up and she lifted her head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. "This was amazing, and if I could, I'd want to stay like this forever, too. But if we don't get going, people could start to suspect." The dishevelled female pouted, but before she could complain, Sam touched one finger to her oh-so-soft lips. "How about this? I promise that when we get home, we can do this all over again, and..." he thought for a moment, then added "...And we can fall asleep all cuddled together like this. Would you like that?" In response, Rosie made a high-pitched noise she normally reserved for videos of feral puppies, which the ram took as a good sign. "Alright," she said, slightly reluctantly, before she regarded her lover with a shy smile. "...My room or yours?" "Lady's choice," Sam replied with a wink. She giggled delightedly, and he brushed a lock of hair away from her eye, then gave her rump one last fond squeeze. In turn, Rosie clenched her inner muscles and gave a tender goodbye of her own to her brother's half-flaccid penis.

Across from them, Tyler groaned, but not with pleasure. "Oh God," he said, "Look at what you two did! What a fuckin' mess!" Rosie leaned back and gasped. "Omigosh!" she said, putting one hand to her mouth, as if she could possibly be demure while still sweaty and tousled from making passionate love to her own brother in front of a mutual friend. The thing that had surprised her was the realization that when Sam had emptied his balls into her pussy, he'd had too much to offer, so to speak. The burly ram swallowed, feeling the faintest echo of desire as he watched his own semen leaking out of his sister, running down the shaft of his cock and onto his scrotum... and from there, down to Tyler's bedsheets. Secretly, Sam couldn't be that horrified. He'd been feeling the wrinkled skin of his sac slowly being coated with still-warm jism since shortly after their orgasms burnt themselves out, and he'd been way too deep in afterglow to give a shit about it. Sorry, Tyler, he thought, Except for the part where I'm not actually sorry. Wisely, he didn't actually say this. "A fucking mess?" he repeated, thoughtfully, "Yes, yes it is. A mess made by fucking. Well spotted." The smaller sheep had been looking appropriately chagrined, her licorice-black cheeks touched with a fetching red glow as she blushed furiously at the sight of the siblings' combined fluids leaking onto the dog's bed. But at this terrible, terrible joke from her lover, Rosie couldn't help but burst out laughing, only to cup a hand over her mouth and then half-heartedly frown at her lover. "Sammy! Don't be an asshole!" she said, giving his muscular shoulder a light slap. "Tyler was nice enough to let us use his bed for our first time, and, and look what we did to it!" "Yeah!" Tyler chimed in, "What she said!"

Sam raised both his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry we got spooge on your sheets, surely for the first time ever," he said, with a grin, "If you want, we'll pay for the laundromat. Hell, we'll have them dry-cleaned if you want, or buy you brand new sheets that have never had our DNA on them. I really appreciate you not, you know, kicking us the fuck out of your bed, it's just... I feel like the king of the universe right now, and it's really hard for me to get bent out of shape over something like that." There, he thought, that was a much more diplomatic way to say that. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but tease his friend just a little. "Besides, you're one to talk, Ty," he said, gesturing to the floor between them, "You're the guy who just nutted all over the carpet!" The Australian shepherd blinked and looked down, as if he'd forgotten about the biological effects of climaxing, and groaned again at the sight of the fresh jism still glistening on the soft fibres of the carpet.

Putting one hand on Sam's shoulder, Rosie gingerly lifted herself up. She whimpered as her brother's limp penis slipped out of her channel and flopped down against his sac with a muted splat, glistening with a coating of juice and come. "I don't suppose there's a secret passage to the bathroom from here?" she self-consciously asked Tyler, holding a hand between her legs to try and contain the mess. The shepherd smirked and shook his head. "Sorry, I just use the hallway," he replied. Rosie sighed. "I figured, I was just hoping... I guess the shower will have to wait until I get home." The ewe hurriedly retrieved her panties and pulled them on, whimpering quietly as they pulled up snugly against her body. She was facing her brother, who smiled just slightly as a damp spot appeared where the thin fabric pulled tight against her slit. Rosie caught him looking and tried to pass herself off as nonchalant, though her blush suggested otherwise. "Still better than doing the walk of shame to the bathroom," she said, picking up her bra and sitting back down beside him as she put one hand to her forehead. "Mmm. Stood up too fast. Gimme a second." Sam patted her lightly on the shoulder as Tyler pulled his pants back up and self-consciously shoved his still-hard canine dick back into his boxers, struggling for a bit to adjust it so the tent wasn't too obvious. "So, that was fun, in a weird way," Tyler said, gently, "But we need to go back to the real world now. You guys got it out of your system, and that's great, but are we done with this fantasy now?" Rosie pouted and turned to her brother, leaning her head against him and putting a hand on his chest, over his heart. Sam put one arm around the sweaty female's skinny shoulders and one on top of her hand. "This is more than a fantasy, dude, you know that," he said, calmly. "I was afraid you were going to say that," the dog sighed.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out. He wasn't in the same give-no-fucks state of mind he'd been in right after orgasming his brains out, but he still felt much calmer than the first time he'd argued with his friend about this. "Tyler, I know it seems like we're rushing things here, hell, maybe we are rushing things, but... finding out that we both feel the same way about each other, finding out that we've been waiting way longer than we needed to, it's kinda going to our heads," he said, rubbing his lover's shoulder soothingly. Rosie said nothing, just nuzzled against him. "Personally, I'm so ecstatic I'm having trouble believing that it's real," the ram admitted, which put a small smile on Rosie's lips, "And whether intentionally or not, we have you to thank for pulling back that curtain. So I'm sorry that we literally jumped into bed together at the first opportunity, yours for that matter, but we will always be grateful for what you've done here tonight and... if you ever have a way you'd like me to pay this back, you just say the word and if it's in our power we will get it done." Tyler swallowed, and for a long moment he said nothing. "...Dammit, Sam," he finally sighed, "When you say it like that, how could I try to crap on your dreams?" He slouched down in the chair, making a slight face. "Fine, I won't be the fly in your ointment tonight," he said, "Even if she is your little sister." He wasn't exactly congratulating them on their newfound love, but he was at least trying to be supportive, so Sam took that as a win. "Thank you, Ty," he said, meaning it sincerely, "You're a - a real friend." He'd almost called him a 'bro', but wisely decided against comparing Tyler to a sibling while his sister's juices were still drying onto his thighs.

The three of them had gotten dressed without further conversation, save for when Sam had needed assistance locating his shirt, which Rosie had tossed away blindly in the heat of the moment. It turned out to have travelled in a perfect arc to land underneath Tyler's computer desk. The Australian shepherd finished dressing first, putting on a larger, looser shirt that would help hide the tent in his pants until his knot subsided, and hurried out to see to his party. The Carvers took a moment to share one last deep, lingering kiss before they headed back out after him and had to hide their true feelings again. "My... my first time was amazing, Sammy," Rosie whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for making my dreams come true." Sam responded by picking the surprised ewe up and hugging her tight. "Thank you for being better than the dreams," he cheekily replied, putting her back down. Rosie giggled, they shared a smiling glance, and the two of them returned to the party, ready to schmooze and mingle with their friends.

* * *

Sam blinked a few times as the sunlight teased at his face. He stared blankly at his unfamiliar surroundings and slowly pieced things back together. He was at Tyler's place, where he'd enjoyed the party, but why the hell was he still here? "Sammy?" mumbled Rosie, who Sam was surprised to find snuggled up in his arms, "Big brother? Why are we on a couch?" "Oh! You're awake!" said Tyler, freshly showered and in a clean set of clothes, "You two fell asleep like that last night, boy that was adorable, I guess you'd, uh, exhausted yourselves partying." Sam heard the sound of someone chuckling in the next room over, remembered that Tyler's housemates would still be around, and silently thanked his friend for not talking about how, exactly, they'd exhausted themselves. "Besides," the dog continued, "You'd both been drinking, I mean I don't know if you remember, but you were both three sheets to the wind before I got you some coffee..." Rosie had wiggled around to face Tyler, but remained in Sam's arms, so he was in a prime position to watch her blush at these words. "So we knew neither of you was in a good way to drive home, and it was hard to get an Uber out here that time of night, so we just threw that blanket on you and let you sleep it off," the Australian shepherd concluded. "And we put it on Facebook!" added a she-wolf who lived with Tyler as she walked through the room with pyjamas on and a cup of coffee in her hands. "Your siblings have already Liked it, and your mother posted a roll-your-eyes emoji!" The ram slowly blinked, and then looked down to confer with his secret lover. "Rosie," he said, calmly, "Is there a dong drawn on my face?" The dishevelled ewe brushed a lock of white hair out of her eyes and looked up at him for a moment. "Nope," she replied, simply. Looking back up to Tyler, Sam narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "So why is our mother so disapproving?" he asked. Tyler took a sip of whatever was in his 'Waffles are Pancakes with Abs!' mug, and blatantly tried not to smile. "That might be because it has the caption 'Look who passed out together, awwww'," he explained, calmly. Rosie groaned and covered her face, and Sam grinned despite himself.

After moving his legs as subtly as he could to make sure he was wearing pants, Sam pulled away the blanket covering the two of them and sat up, which left Rosie sitting in his lap. She looked over her shoulder just long enough to wink at him before slipping off, and Sam felt himself blush just a little. "What happened to Stephanie and Megan?" the ewe asked, mildly concerned, "I came with them, do they know I'm still here?" "Oh, they got pretty loaded too, but they were still on their feet, so I had somebody give them a ride home in, uh, in whoever's car you took," Tyler said, "I figured since your brother was right there, it wouldn't be a problem." "You want some breakfast?" the she-wolf called from the kitchen, "I bet you guys are super hungover." Of course, Sam wasn't hungover at all, and he suspected Rosie wasn't any worse, but then they had a cover story to live up to, so he held a hand to his temple and put on what he hoped looked like a pained, forced smile. "No, that's fine, I can manage," he said, "I drank a bunch of water last night, it's not so bad. You want anything, Rosie?" "No, no, I'm okay," she said, "I'd really rather just head home and get cleaned up, I'm all sweaty and my wool is matted." Sam nodded thoughtfully. "I call dibs on helping you comb it," he whispered, and she turned a giggle into a cough.

The Carvers stood up, made sure they weren't missing anything - they weren't, but Sam's phone had died somehow and needed to be recharged - and then thanked their hosts for a wonderful party. Tyler saw them to the front door, and as the sheep were getting their coats and shoes on, the dog looked over his shoulder and made sure they were alone. "Sam? For - for what it's worth," he said, "I may be conflicted about this thing between you guys... but I'm glad to see you so happy. Both of you. I'm... gonna try to keep an open mind, try to be happy for you." Rosie beamed at him, and Sam smiled and shook his friend's hand. "Thanks, Ty, that... that really means a lot to me," he said. "Me too!" Rosie chimed in, giving Tyler a hug. With that, Sam opened the door and escorted his sister outside. "Drive safe," the Australian shepherd said, "Take care, dude." Sam wished him the same, and Tyler smiled and closed the door behind them. As the sheep started walking down the snowy path back to Sam's car, Rosie turned to him and grinned playfully. "Finally alone," she said, "Hey, big brother, my friends bailed on me, can I get a ride home?" Instantly, without needing to think about it, Sam replied, totally deadpan, "I'll give you a ride home, if you'll give me a ride when we get there." Her laughter was like music in his ears.

As they climbed into the frigid car, Sam turned the heat on as fast as possible, and Rosie sighed happily. "Last night was amazing," she said, "When I woke up, I was a little afraid it was a dream. What are we... what are we going to do?" "Well," Sam said, "I was thinking I'd grab some take-out on the way home, maybe a breakfast burrito from -" The ewe swatted his shoulder. "You know what I mean!" she insisted, "What are we gonna do, like, with our lives? To, uh, to move forward as a couple?" Reaching up, Sam retrieved the spare pair of sunglasses behind the visor - and winced as the near-frozen plastic touched his skin. "Ah, that," he said, calmly, "Well, I have absolutely no idea, but I'd love to have a long chat about it once I get a shower." Rosie scoffed even as she smiled. "Oh, you need a shower," she said, dismissively, "You're not the one who was trying to mingle at a party while you were all full of come!" Sam laughed as he started the car. "No, that's true," he admitted, "I wasn't full at all, you really drained me." "Sammy!" Rosie protested. The ram winked lasciviously at her, entirely without shame. "You love it," Sam said, confidently. The smaller sheep sighed exaggeratedly. "Yes, yes I do."

There was quiet for a few minutes as they pulled away from the house and started heading back towards the city, and then Rosie turned towards her brother with a sly grin. "So, what did you think of Tyler watching us?" she asked. Sam laughed self-consciously. "It's not something I ever thought I'd do," he admitted, "But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't sexy as hell." The ewe nodded. "Funny you should say that," Rosie continued, innocently, "I couldn't help but notice the way you kept looking over at your friend beating his meat even while you were making love to the sexiest girl in the party. I thought we were letting him watch us, not the other way around..." Her brother coughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "W-well, you know, I'd never seen a dog's dick before, and, uh..." Ignoring his excuse, Rosie crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow. "So, what happened to 'C'mon, sis, you know I'm not a tail-raiser'?" she asked, "That was just yesterday, when Mom called. Something change since then?" Blushing furiously, Sam slumped down as much as his seatbelt would allow. "Okay, okay, I... Maybe I'm a little bi-curious," Sam admitted reluctantly, "I just have a definite preference, alright?" Rosie bleated triumphantly, and he groaned. "In-ter-est-ing!" the delighted female said, stroking her chin, "I'll have to file away that little factoid for the future..." With a pained expression on his face, Sam shook his head. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, "We're together now, you're not exactly gonna be giving guys my phone number!" Unperturbed, Rosie shrugged. "I'm not saying I will," she replied, "but a girl is allowed to have her fantasies and daydreams..." Despite himself, Sam couldn't help but snicker at that, and the ewe quickly joined him.

A good laugh and four silent red lights later, Sam turned to his sister. "Well, I don't know about you, but I had a really good time," the relaxed male said, "Tyler Roberts throws the best parties." Rosie giggled again, shaking her head in disbelief. "It really was amazing, wasn't it?" she asked rhetorically, "God, I can't believe I had sex at a house party, even if it was with the guy of my dreams. I always thought I wasn't that kind of girl, eh?" Sam laughed, but nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I've never done it at a party before, either," he said. At that moment, he signalled a left turn, and Rosie frowned. "What are you doing?" she asked, "That road's a dead-end, we should just go straight." Coming to a stop at the intersection, Sam turned to look at his sister with a huge smile. "You know what else I've never done?" he asked. "What's that?" "Had sex in the back seat of a car." For just a moment, there was silence in the car, and then, as Sam reached out to caress the side of Rosie's face, both sheep broke out into delighted laughter. As the car turned left towards nowhere in particular, the warmth both siblings felt inside them far outweighed the output of the car's heating system. And who could blame them? After years of longing, desire, and shame, the Carvers' love for each other was finally shared between them, and if their passionate night at the party was anything to go by, there were a lot more than seven minutes of heavenly pleasure in their future.