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Being deserted by your friends because you spent too much time in the bathroom could make for a long and awkward night at the bar.

That might have been preferable to Amy's situation, as her brother's cock finally came loose from her sex and spilled the last of its seed on the insides of her thighs only minutes beforehand. Wiping the excess clear with the cheap toilet paper in the stall was proving a fruitless endeavor, and as she became frustrated, she simply hiked her panties up and tried to contain as much of the mess as she could, pretending that it wasn't still leaking down her thigh as she made her way back into the bar first.

Daryl had an easier time getting clean, but the embarrassed canine couldn't believe what had just happened to him. His own friends had moved onto the next bar without waiting for him to finish up, and Amy, for her part, didn't seem to be waiting for him, either.

She only came back to him when she couldn't find her friends, and with a disappointed huff, she turned back to her brother with flattened ears and a despondent expression.

"Well, the least you could do is take me home, I guess."

It was the last thing either one of them said until they were already in Daryl's car and on the road, a couple miles down the street from a bar that neither one of them were going back to anytime soon.

Daryl kept his head staring straight ahead, and with the guise of paying attention to the road, he could get away with that, but he couldn't help noticing that Amy was slumped against the inside of the passenger door. From his peripherals, he could see some depression and frustration mounting in her eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to ask her if it was his fault, especially when he just _assumed_that it was.

They couldn't stay quiet forever, though, and Amy wasn't going to spend the whole trip listening to the sound of tires grinding over asphalt.

"So...for what it's worth, you weren't half bad, Daryl."

It wasn't the gentlest line to open with, as Daryl took a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and flattened his ears to his head. "Did you really just say that?"

His bashful reaction was just what she needed to lighten her mood. "Relax, dude. It's not like you knew it was me, at first. I'm sure you've made plenty of girls happy that way."

She was still giggling as Daryl failed to take the situation so lightly. "My sex life is my business," he growled, the border collie simply unable to release his tension, burdened by the knowledge of what he'd done. "I mean, what were you even doing in there in the first place?!"

"Excuse me? You're the one who walked into the stall on the other side, Daryl! I could ask you the same thing!"

They'd both been set up for failure by their friends; it seemed the unlikeliest scenario to come true, but Daryl figured that it was just his luck that his first time in a glory hole would end up pairing him with someone he was related to.

Worse still, he loved every minute of plowing into her sex, even after he found out her true identity.

"That is...that...that's fair," he calmed down a little, wanting to keep his emotions about him as he drove Amy home. "I guess neither one of us should have been in there. I can only imagine what mom and dad would say if they knew we were hanging out in _those_kinds of clubs."

"Part of being an adult is having to live with the consequences of your own decisions," Amy agreed. "Not like mom and dad are gonna be there to keep us from screwing up every time we make a mistake."

"I mean, I wouldn't have really wanted them to be there tonight. Would have been really messed up, then."

Amy stuck her tongue out at the thought and shot Daryl a half-smirk. " Ew! Don't tell me that's where your mind is going right now!"

"No!" he protested a little too quickly, though his thoughts were still rooted in the glory hole, naturally. He'd never rushed away from a sexual situation so quickly, and regardless of societal norms, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Amy's scent, the deliciously slick textures of her sex as they wrapped around him, and the desperate cries she'd echoed with him as they reached a mutual climax.

No amount of mental focus could break him free of that pivotal moment; even if it could, the scent of her arousal was still lingering in the car, and it was just cold enough that their windows were rolled up.

She's driving me crazy all over again...stop! Stop that! Go down!

His mental plea with his cock was ignored, as it began tenting at the front of his pants anew.

"Good...it's one thing to bang your family by accident," Amy suggested, as if that was a common occurrence. "It's something else to actually want to bed them."

"That would be just a little weird, wouldn't it?"

"I'm sure it's more common than we think," Amy replied, the statement catching Daryl off guard as he finally felt her gaze upon his flesh once more. "I mean, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it at least a little bit, Daryl. That was a lot of cum."

Daryl gulped, hoping that he could draw out the lump in his throat long enough for Amy to change the subject again, but she was patient in her expectation for a response.

He sighed, knowing that it was wrong to lie to family. "I didn't like it that much," his reply was empty of conviction, uttered quickly so that he could try and change the topic.

Amy wasn't satisfied, and she knew her brother well enough to catch him in a fib. "Really, now? All the stuff still leaking out of me was just a clever ploy?" she asked, suddenly very interested in the idea of how much he enjoyed being with her. "All that moaning was just you selling it for our captive audience?"

"Well, what about you? Did you enjoy it?" Daryl tried turning it back on her, knowing that he couldn't keep hiding the truth forever.

"Of course I enjoyed it a little bit," she replied, her own voice rather casual in the face of his panic. "Before I knew it was you, it was...pretty amazing, actually."

Her honesty was inspiring, but Daryl couldn't quite find the words to reply in kind, just yet.

Amy was more than happy to help with that fact, as her paw trailed over the center console and across the side of his seat, where she physically confirmed what her eyes caught sight of before.

"Amy, I...I'm trying to drive!" Daryl stammered out a nervous reply as his sister's paw clamped down over his crotch, adding delightful pressure to the base of his sack and squeezing it. "What the hell's gotten into you?!"

"I just wanted an honest answer, that's all," she claimed. "Real shame that you think it's okay to lie to your sister, especially about something so personal. You could have just told me that you liked it...I wouldn't have judged you at all for that."

"But you're judging me for lying?"

"Pretty much, yeah," she replied nonchalantly. "Like I said, you didn't know it was me at first...there's nothing wrong with enjoying a romp with a stranger if you're sexually compatible. Just think...how would you feel right now if you never knew it was me?"

"Probably pretty gre..." Daryl trailed off, finding that Amy was still an expert at bringing the truth out of him in the sneakiest ways. "I d-don't know."

She was smirking as she looked up at him, trying to steal his gaze from the road. "Uh huh. Sure you don't."

They were only a few more miles from Amy's place, but the journey was going to feel like an eternity as she moved her open palm slowly over the outline of his sheath and slowly growing cock, feeling them through his jeans even though she couldn't properly feast her eyes on them yet. Whatever mood was striking her, she couldn't shake it, and she was hoping she could encourage Daryl to join her in depravity; she already knew that his body wanted him to.

"Look, knowing it was you ruined any chance I ever had of enjoying that, okay? I'm just gonna go home and get drunk like I was at the bar, and try to forget that this whole thing ever happened between us."

"Or, better idea...you could come back to my place and let me try being on top this time around."

Daryl had no idea how Amy could be so cavalier about the idea of sleeping with her own sibling, much less knowing that it was him this time instead of a random stranger. She was showing a side of herself that she'd kept hidden from him, and as he kept laser-tight focus on the road, she slipped a paw inside the waistline of his loose jeans and fished out the tip of his stiffening length, admiring the delightful, canine shape of it.

Much as he tried to ignore it, Daryl knew his length was only expanding in her grasp, filling her palms as their warmth encompassed his tender flesh. "That is n-not gonna happen, Amy!" he tried to resist, but a single stroke of her paw around his twitching shaft was all it took to reduce his firm stance to a stammering, pathetic attempt. "We j...just c-can't do...thaaaaat..."

His voice trailed off into a groaning sigh of bliss as her palm collected the precum that oozed from his tip and rubbed it around the most sensitive spot on his body, circling her digits around it and rubbing the messy fluid back into his flesh as it emerged. "Sure we can," she kept her replies quick and to the point as she admired a long, slow trickle of the mess through her clasped digits. "There's nothing but open fields over there for us to drive into...any one of them would give us all the privacy we need."

"We are n-

"But, we're just about back to my place," she cut him off, knowing he'd offer nothing more than a weak excuse. "No reason you can't just come inside for a cup of coffee...sounds like we're gonna be up for a while, talking about this. I'll give you some time to think it over."

Less than two minutes from her front door, there was hardly any time left to think, but Daryl's world slowed to a crawl as he felt something so much better than a paw against his leaking tip.

Amy's tongue swirled around it with a slow, teasing flicker, collecting the treat he'd given her and leaving his flesh desperate for another touch. She kissed at the tapered head playfully and smiled up at him, having leaned into his lap while his eyes were on the road.

A brief glance down came at the perfect time, as Amy gripped the base of his cock and held it steady, her lips sealing over the end as she dropped her head down, her tongue bathing the delicious rod and pushing it toward the roof of her muzzle as she carried on despite his meager protests.

I can't believe she's actually doing this...thank goodness it's dark out, Daryl thought, his mind still clinging to whatever practical and logical strings it could as his sister dared him to give in to the instinct that was driving both of them wild.

His face twisted up with delight, his fangs sunk into his lower lip and his grip nearly indented the steering wheel...but he just couldn't restrain his moans as Amy pulled her paw away and deep throated the whole of her brother's length, easing the tip of his member as far as she could reach without gagging herself on it.

"Amy, th...that's incredible," he muttered, trying to keep his voice down and deny what was happening, even as his hips began to shift, trying to ease the base of his knot past her lips. His words were still fighting back, but his mind and body were so far gone that he would have pulled off the road to let her finish...if he wasn't pulling into her parking lot.

Her head was just starting to bob, filling the silent car with the delicious sound of her mouth coating his length and slurping over it with vigorous lust. The messy, slippery sound traveled right up to Daryl's sensitive ears and forced a fresh throb from his cock, rocking it against Amy's tongue and prompting her to cast a knowing glare up at him.

Offering one last suckle at the tip as she pulled back, she was grinning from ear to ear as his member twitched with need in front of her, begging her muzzle to get back to work. "Wasn't sure if I'd like sucking my own juices off of someone or not. Turns out I do...go figure."

The pair of canine siblings could never turn back from where they'd gone, no matter how much they wanted to. The forbidden act had already happened once without their knowledge, but as far as Daryl was concerned, it could end right there...they could move on with their lives and pretend it never happened.

"Glad to have been of some help," Daryl caught his breath after the brief respite and managed a nervous smile at Amy, who sat back up in her seat. "This is your place, right? Do you need me to walk you to your door?"

"I don't think you could walk anywhere with that kind of action going on between your legs," Amy claimed. "You're quite a gentleman to offer, but it looks like you're the one who needs my help right now."

Daryl had a feeling he knew what kind of help was coming. He wasn't going to turn the car off, but Amy turned the key for him and fished something out of her purse before kicking off all the lights, embracing the cloak of darkness that the night offered them.

"You're not getting out?" he asked, making one last effort to do the 'right' thing before he threw all caution to the wind.

Amy wasn't going to make that mistake a second time, as she tore the edges of a foil wrapper and began unrolling a condom over the tip of his still pulsing flesh. "No, and neither are you," she murmured. "Not until we finish what we started."

The blissful feeling of his sister's tongue on his member turned a couple minutes of driving into the longest two minutes of his life, but even that felt like a brief moment compared to the sight of her climbing up into his lap. She'd pulled her panties and shorts away in the dark, leaving her womanhood bare as it brushed against the tip of his safely covered member.

"Amy, we...we know this time. We can't deny anything that happens, now..."

Gazing up at her with eyes that could no longer hide their passion, Daryl sat entranced by Amy's gaze for what felt like the longest seconds of his life. Her folds were just barely rolling back and forth against his tapered tip, easing it past her slit little by little, until the head was completely taken into her passage. Keeping him trapped in place, Amy leaned forward and silenced the very last of his doubts with a firm, passionate kiss, and somehow managed to keep her lips tightly pressed to his own as she firmly dropped her crotch into his lap.

What would have been a symphony of pleasured gasps was muffled by two pairs of lips moving eagerly against each other, the need to feel pleasure outweighing the need to express it. A simple roll from side to side affirmed that Daryl was buried all the way inside of her, and in such tight quarters, they wouldn't be able to separate so easily.

They were completely vulnerable to each other and the world around them as her hips began to lift, and his held steady for her, allowing her to claim him in the most intimate way she could.

You've really done it now. What is he gonna think of you after this?

The worry, shockingly, was just lingering in the back of Amy's mind as she wondered if she came on too strong. The forbidden nature and depravity of fucking a sibling wasn't lost on her, but as her grip on his shoulders grew tighter, she received the greatest relief of the night in the form of Daryl's arms settling around her lower back.

It was a subtle grip at first, but she felt his muscles tensing and his forearms clenching as she worked his cock for all that she could, her hips only able to move a couple inches at a time. It forced her to work in quick, eager thrusts, but when the sensations became too much to keep quiet, Daryl made it clear that he wasn't complaining in the least.

"Ah..._ahn..._A-Amy, don't..."

He trailed off, but she only picked up the pace, driving her sex down onto his length and keeping it as deep as her accommodating passage would allow. "It's t-too late, Daryl! I can't stop!"

Making sure to steal her gaze once more, he managed a weak, bashful smile as she pushed her breasts against his chest, leaning into him with a quivering body.

" Good."

It was the last thing she expected to hear, but she realized what he was going to say before he lost his voice to pleasure the first time.

Knowing how close he must have been, she wasn't going to let him out of the seat until she drained the very soul from his body.

"Y-Yeah you are," her voice was thick with lust as her claws sunk into his flesh. It was tough for her to build any real force in the car, but Daryl could still feel soreness building in his thighs as pleasure built in the pit of his stomach, until the familiar pressure of flowing seed was too much to ignore. "You're s-so fucking good, Daryl...I don't even care that y-you're my brother..._fuck me..._I love that you're my brother!"

Her honesty, as much as her skillful, clenching sex, was the thing that finally set Daryl off.

Greedy inner muscles were milking at Daryl's cock, the tip of his member sitting so deep inside that it never got a break from the blissful sensations. Familiar whimpering passed Daryl's lips and perked Amy's ears as his digits trembled, slipping from her lower back to cup her smooth, supple ass.

The squeeze was so tight that even Amy yelped in the middle of her passionate monologue, and then again as Daryl's flesh throbbed powerfully inside of her, filling the tip of the condom with just a single gush of cum.

"Couldn't ask...f-for...a b-better sister!" he grunted, trying to keep his moans in check and utterly failing. His panting voice began to fade as a second orgasm in such rapid fashion sapped his energy, and Amy slumped down into him as a quivering, dripping wet mess, her arousal soaking the driver's seat of Daryl's car.

She had a feeling he'd ask her to do something about that little mess later on, but for the time being, she wanted the seat marked as much as she'd done to his flesh.

She wanted all of him to belong to her...