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My name is Zahame. I'm a dragon. And my older sister, Nahia, is a pervert.

I mean... all things are relative, aren't they?

A few of you may be able to visualise me better if I described myself as a kuvrahk, but if you don't, that's fine. I'm 21 years old, almost 22, and my sister Nahia is 27. It was the end of the day at the Cog & Cup, the patisserie and bicycle shop I own and run with Nahia. It's on the ground floor of a medieval row house in the Old Quarter of Stillwater Cove, and we live above it; I live on the middle floor, and Nahia in the loft above.

The Old Quarter - as its name might suggest - is the oldest part of the town proper, with most of the buildings and all of the streets dating back to the medieval era. That time was the heyday of Stillwater Cove; the town underwent huge growth once its strategic location and calm, sheltered harbour were discovered by merchants plying routes up and down the coast. It's preserved its history admirably in the centuries since, and it's created an incredible atmosphere. It's a hidden jewel, a sleepy little seaside town with such a depth pf history.

What? Oh... sorry. History's a passion of mine, I get caught up in it pretty easily. So anyway... yes. My sister is a pervert.

There aren't many dragons in these parts. This region was traditionally almost all ungulates; equines, cervines, bovines, caprines and such, and in case it wasn't obvious, dragons aren't biologically compatible with horses. Not that it stops Nahia.

My ancestors lived in a variety of places over the centuries, but every few hundred years a family of dragons, or an individual, shows up in Stillwater Cove historical records. And because there's so few of us, it's a fairly sure thing that all of those who've shown up here are of the same lineage; related in some way, down the ages. We keep gravitating back here to the Cove. There's a weirder side to our rarity, though. When you're the only people of your species within an hour or more's journey, the laws of attraction can become twisted. Nahia and I are... attracted to each other. Yes, I know. We're siblings. It's not like that. We don't fuck. Or make out, or hold hands or any of that, in a romantic sense. But we are much, much closer than most siblings would be comfortable with. We always have been, pretty much. I once met a travelling mystic in the Cog & Cup, who after looking at us for half an hour commented that we are two halves of the same soul. I don't know what it was about that mystic, but the way his eyes seemed to look right through my skin gave me the chills. Maybe it was the raven on his shoulder, I don't know. Yes, a literal raven.

Given how close Nahia and I are, there's literally nothing we can't talk about or share. She caught me masturbating once when I was about twelve, and she's never caught me again since then, not even once - because we share stuff like that so openly. There's no secrecy. She let me 'catch' her doing it a few weeks after that first time, and from then on, we did it together fairly often. That's never really stopped, even when Nahia's had a partner. I've never actually had a romantic partner, myself - I'm demisexual and, I think, aromantic on some level. I don't really know. Am I supposed to know my sexuality with absolute certainty?

So when I was sweeping up the last of the pastry crumbs off the floor of the Cog & Cup one evening, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised to see her leaning on the counter smirking at me. She'd caught sight of a telltale flash of green lace visible above the waistband of my pants. Her panties. She didn't say anything about it, just winked and carried on. We finished closing the shop, ate dinner together, talked about the world, and then went upstairs. I let Nahia go first. The stairs are narrow and steep, and if someone's climbing in front of you, their ass is gonna be in your face. Nahia likes that. And I kinda wanted to avoid her making some comment about me wearing her panties.

As it happened though, she made more than just a comment about it.

It was mid-summer, and upstairs in the ancient row house, it was hot. I have an aircon unit in my room on the middle floor, but Nahia doesn't, up in the loft. With an affectionate hug we parted ways, and I stepped into my bathroom for a shower. Given the low water pressure, I gathered Nahia was doing the same. Showering after a long day is one of the nicest ways to wind down. My bathroom is small, but modern - much like Nahia's in the loft, it's a modern addition to what's otherwise a very old space.

I tilted my head back under the hot water to rinse off, my hands guiding the water as it cascaded down my body. I mentioned earlier that I'm effeminately-bodied - aside from my total lack of breasts, I've been told I could easily pass as female. I can't say that bothers me these days, the way it used to in high school. I used to pack my underwear with socks to present with a bulge the way the other boys did. I don't make a bulge at all, normally. When I'm aroused, I look undeniably male, but all of that is contained inside my genital slit usually. Which looks exactly like a vagina. Yeah, imagine a high school full of stags, bulls, stallions and rams, and you're the only boy with internal plumbing.

I towelled myself off quickly, and stepped naked out of the bathroom. Nahia's panties lay crumpled on the floor at the end of the trail of clothes I'd left between the front door and the bathroom, and I bent to pick them up. They were cute and very comfy; soft, pale green boyshorts edged with lace. Shrugging, I pulled them back on. They fit me perfectly, since my hips are somewhat curvy too. I loved how they felt against my skin; men's underwear always have that pouch in the front, but as a guy who doesn't have low-hanging fruit to cup, they always feel odd. Nahia's underwear even gave me a little camel-toe as I tugged them upwards a little, which I loved.

Half an hour passed, during which I buried myself into a book, laying spread-eagled across my bed with the fan blowing across my body.

I perked an ear as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs - it could only be Nahia, but I was surprised when she simply opened the door and stepped inside my apartment. I was much more surprised by the fact that she was buck-ass naked.

"Nahia?! You're naked!" I mean... duh.

"Nice one, Captain Obvious," she replied, her low, husky voice carrying her sass beautifully as it always did. "Too damn hot upstairs..."

She padded across the room to my bed, and sank down beside me. A soft sheen of sweat dampened her forehead and chest, and I sat up. Ostensibly that was to allow some of the fan's airflow to reach her, but I was also finding myself getting hard, the sensitive, pink flesh of my penis pushing outward against the soft cotton of Nahia's panties. As I hardened, I felt the soft fold of my prepuce fill with engorging flesh, until the feeling of it folding back to expose my glans sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. My tail flexed against the bed behind me, the tip of it switching side to side a couple of times as gradually, more blood flowed into my shaft until the skin was smooth and taut.

"Haven't seen you wear my shit out in public for a while, Zah..." she ventured, reaching a lazy arm across to pull and snap the lacy waistband of the only garment of clothing between us.

"I... didn't think you'd mind if I borrowed a pair... I um... I get off on wearing them, especially in public," I stammered, shooting a sidelong glance at my sister. I was fully hard now, and my balls had dropped.

Yeah that's a thing, too. They're internal too, but when I'm aroused, they drop into a soft sac like everyone else's. So when I'm hard, honestly I probably look a lot like you. I noticed Nahia's nostrils twitch, and it made me subtly aware of my own scent, a soft, spicy aroma that oozed with cloying sweetness through the thin cotton.

"Oh, I know - you've been secretly borrowing my underwear for YEARS, Zah. And you're right, I don't mind! If anything I think it's actually kinda hot. D'you get hard in them a lot during the day?" Nahia asked, as nonchalantly as if she were asking what I was doing tomorrow after work.

My penis - all four and a half inches of it - gave a heady throb, and I felt liquid rising up along it, causing a wet spot of precum to bloom in the pale green fabric that was stretched taut over me. So tight I could clearly see the outline of my glans through it. I don't know why I continued to hunch over it, to hide it behind my forearm. Coyness, perhaps. I flashed a grin at my sister.

"And you get off on coaxing confessions from me, dontcha?"

"Oh you know it, kiddo," Nahia laughed. "You're hard right now, aren't you?"

She tilted her head at me, and suddenly I felt the prehensile tip of her long tail curl around my left wrist, dragging my arm away from my thigh to expose me to her. Her eyes flicked downward, briefly at first, followed by a long stare. I felt a thrill of excitement at her open fascination, and straightened my back, pushing my hips forward a little.

"Mmhm, there he is. That's hot, bro."

Nahia chuckled at me, and withdrew. Shuffling her bare ass up along my bed, she arranged a pillow against my headboard and picked up the TV remote. The dull, monotonous voices of a late-night political panel show filled in the silence in our conversation. I closed my book, and shuffled back to sit alongside my sister, no longer caring about the painfully obvious erection straining at the panties clinging to my skin. Our shoulders pressed together, and Nahia slipped an arm over my shoulders, her hand hanging down over my chest. The closeness we shared was unlike anything I'd experienced with anyone else; it was just so... casual. But so incredibly arousing at the same time. A constant state of anticipation, both of us comfortable in the knowledge that was a fire that would never be quenched.

My eyes flickered down her body once or twice. Her toned thighs were spread a little to allow her long tail to sit forward between them along the mattress, and she'd raised the knee furthest from me a little off the bed, allowing her to lean into me. The position she was in left her beautifully exposed. She was unshaven, her pubic mound bearing a thin, wispy patch of auburn hair. By some anatomical quirk, though, her vulva had always been naturally smooth. Myself, I've never had any pubic hair growth; I'm as smooth as I was when I was a kid. Nahia idly scratched at her fluffy mound, and ran a fingertip up and down over the lips of her sex. My breath caught in my throat at the sight, and my penis gave another heavy throb, sending a fresh droplet of precum forth to further stain my... her... panties.

In the minutes that followed, I got distracted by the TV, and it was only when I felt a gentle shaking against me shoulder, and heard a soft, staccato moan inches from my ear, that my attention was wrenched back to my sister. She was masturbating, right there beside me.

My eyes met hers, and she grinned lopsidedly. The silver stud in her lower lip glistened in the dim light, and her eyelids flickered as the first knuckle of her middle finger, curled in on itself, rubbed her clit with a soft flicking motion, up and down, up and down. She'd always done it like that, curling her finger to rub herself with her knuckle. I supposed it meant she didn't have to worry about accidentally clawing her clit.

Without a word shared between us, only a heated gaze, I pushed down the front of my...her...panties, exposing my achingly hard penis. My glans, when I'm this hard, is slightly bulbous and engorged, gleaming darkly with a sheen of my arousal. The underside of my shaft has a pair of soft folds running up its length which give me some skin mobility; if I'd been born female, they'd have become my inner petals, I guess. They're beautifully erogenous. Nahia stared at my cock for a long moment, and then grinned at me.

"How bout you rub one out into those panties for me? I love seeing you strain against them."

"Ffffuck," was the best response I could muster.

I'd just curled my hand around myself, and was startled at my own sensitivity. Brushing my glans with my thumb felt like a painfully pleasurable electricity, verging on being too much to handle. Just the barest touch. But at Nahia's bidding, I slid myself back beneath the green fabric, arranging it such that I could grip myself through the cotton.

We exchanged another glance, as platonic as ever. There's no romance between us. No affection outside of that usually experienced by adult siblings. But it is coloured by a burning need. A mutual desire, a shared arousal... I gazed hungrily upon my sister's naked body; her smooth skin, luscious curves. The twin peaks of her modest breasts, each crowned with a dark nipple. One was hard and perky, the other soft, puffy and... I just wanted to put my mouth on it, press my tongue to its delicate softness and feel it harden between my lips. My hand gripped my cock lightly, moving precum-stained fabric against rigid flesh. Barely any movement was needed, I was still so damn sensitive, and the feeling of soft cotton surrounding, caressing, smothering my glans in the most delectable friction was enough to make my toes curl.

Nahia licked her lips, watching my display, and spread her thighs just an inch or so further, allowing her long tail to arch upwards and curl around, sliding across her thigh and then my own, to curl and rub alongside my tail. It brought heated gasps from both of us, and Nahia cupped her mound, rubbing her clit in a flurry of urgent pleasure-seeking that set her both gently writhing against my own, fresh sweat breaking out between us as we eagerly masturbated together. Our eyes were all over each other, nostrils flaring to capture each other's familiar scents, both of us lost in such a gratuitous taboo.

Our tails are long, sensual, fluid organs, and are immensely erogenous. We discovered by accident when we were... way too young... that if our tails touched and coiled like this, it caused intense arousal in us both. These days it's unspoken. That intimacy, that boiling eroticism just... happens, at moments like those. Our tails speak almost a language unto themselves.

I gasped, and let go of myself suddenly, my left hand digging into Nahia's thigh, my right into the bedsheets. My body shook, and my penis twinged painfully, a little flood of precum squirting into the green panties as I edged.

"Shit, already? How long since you jerked it?" Nahia asked me, panting softly. I watched her fingers dip into herself, spreading her slick wetness over her clit and outer lips, before she simply resumed her steady pace, building herself up slowly. She reclaimed her other hand, cupping her breast with it and tweaking her nipple like the dial of a radio.

"Y-yesterday morning... before work," I managed, after a moment. 36 hours. That's a fairly long time for me! "I was trying to save it up!"

I used a blunt clawtip to circle around one and then the other of my own nipples, and my hips bucked upward of their own accord against the tension of Nahia's panties. The flow of precum was a little opaque, I noticed, at least one little squirt of sperm-laden fluid having been ejected into the tortured garment already. Not wanting to lose my sensitivity or arousal, I gripped myself again, this time deliberately grinding my palm over my wet glans and pushing down against the tip of my cock to the point of almost-pain. It felt so damn good. Gripping just behind the head, I gave it three quick tugs, and gasped in shock as I felt the fuse light, just from that. I'd been that close?!

I tried for a desperate moment to hold it off, but the decision to cum or not to cum, quickly turned into a decision between a ruined orgasm, or a spine-tingling orgasm. I went with the latter.

I gripped myself hard, and muttered something incomprehensible to my sister that amounted to "look, I'm gonna!"

Gripping it roughly, I gave three more erratic, rough strokes, and then held it tightly by the base. Jutting my hips upward, I moaned out loud as I ejaculated. A few little droplets of seed spritzed messily out through the fabric, the bulk of my load oozing thickly through it.

"Nnngh. Fuck. That's hot..." I heard Nahia grunt.

Turning to face her, I saw her rubbing herself harder and faster. Her mouth was open, and within moments of my orgasm, her toes curled and she kneaded her breast roughly, tilting her head back and thrusting her hips through her hand as she came, sweat beading on her brow.

And just like that, it was over, for now.

"Thanks for that, bro. Just what I needed," Nahia grinned as we basked in sticky afterglow together.

I tentatively asked if she wanted her panties back, and she snorted with laughter.

"Like hell I want them back now, they're all stretched! How'm I gonna cast a cute lil camel toe in those with a big ol' dick shaped stretch in them?"

"Aaaalright, yeah yeah... You are SUCH a tease, you know that?" I muttered, blushing hotly.

"Mmmmhm."

So yeah... like I said.

My sister's a pervert.