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Iris nearly crashed the car when her sister yelled, "He _doesn't_go down on you!?" The small sedan swerved a little on the country highway before the vixen corrected her course, hackles rising a bit.

Iris said, "It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal," her sister shook her head, "Lord help me!" Garland turned in her seat so it seemed she was trying to make eye contact with Iris. Garland was nearly a decade older than Iris, only in town for the week to make her yearly visit with the family. Both vixens were grey foxes, but aside from the same slender muzzle their similarities ended there. Garland was nearly a foot taller than Iris, with heterochromatic eyes, one blue the other brown. Her naturally brown to auburn hair grew down to her shoulder blades, parted to one side with a bobby pins and curls teased out to fall finely along her side. Her shoulders, ribs, paws, feet, just about everything was bigger than Iris. Than most males of their species, actually. That was because Garland was, until about five years ago, presenting as male. Now the trans vixen had a smaller set of breasts, hips not as wide as Iris's, and thighs a little less filled out. Because Garland didn't hide it when wearing leggings, Iris also knew of one other big difference between their legs.

Coming out as trans was why Garland lived out of state. Being queer their parents eventually stomached, which made it easier for Iris when she came out. But changing her name, body, and dress? Their parents couldn't comprehend the changes Garland had made to her life.

Iris pouted. "Look, it's embarrassing to ask, okay?"

Garland shouted while clapping her paws at each word, "He! Should! Want! To!" Iris winced again, and Garland rested a familiar paw on her sister's knee. "Listen, you need to be able to tell your partner what you want. This isn't just about Derek, but future partners, too."

Iris was glad driving gave her an excuse not to look at Garland. "I know..." When Garland gave her that soft, older sibling look it stirred up the annoying crush Iris had wrestled with for years.

The countryside was all flat plains mingled with scrubby woods that huddled around creeks and streams. Iris, at sixteen, moved out here with her parents to help take care of their aging grandmother after their grandfather died. The sudden move from the city to the country was, perhaps, why she started dating a tall, slim wolf who's biggest interest was working on cars and collecting and caring for turtles. He had been a virgin before Iris took it from him. He was a good boy, very safe, which Iris honestly needed after her last relationship had been so disastrous.

Garland had left when Iris was eleven. Now, Iris at eighteen felt her older sister seemed to live on an entirely different planet. Albeit, a much cooler, sexier planet full of queer love and fucking. Garland was very loud about dating and screwing multiple partners of multiple genders, while Iris remained polyamorous in name, but not practice since the practice made Derek uncomfortable.

Garland sighed and leaned against the passenger window. She said, "I never see you gloat about your boy, you know? It's okay if you're too embarrassed to talk about when y'all bang it out," the intentionally silly way she said it got a flicker of a smile from Iris, "but you ought to feel good about dating him. Like, he's fine, but you can make him hot. Most boys need a little shaping, but you got to teach him cause there ain't no one else doing it."

Iris felt flustered and remained quiet. It was easy for her sister to say that. She had ten years to figure out things Iris was just learning.

Garland seemed to sense that thought, and rested a paw behind Iris's ear, scratching there affectionately. "It probably feels like I'm being real hard on you, but I just want you to know the things I wish anyone had told me when I was your age. So much... bad shit happened to me cause I just didn't know things, and I don't want you to even experience a hint of the pain I have."

Iris smiled softly and leaned into the scritching a little. "Thanks sis."

"It's what I'm here for, Iris. You're about the only thing I come back to this state for."

That direct honesty made Iris's heart flutter a little. Garland stopped scratching her, and Iris felt a familiar, embarrassing longing for her sister to keep touching her.

***

Garland listened carefully as she entered the house, greeted by silence except for her padding paws. Parents not home, the vixen went to the kitchen, taking off her red leather jacket and resting it on the chair. The front door opened again when Iris came through, carrying some bags of clothes Garland helped her pick out from a thrift store.

Garland asked her sister, "Mom and dad not home tonight?"

Iris said, a little distracted, "They had some dinner thing to get to. Mom texted me and said they wouldn't be back until after nine."

Garland dug her phone out of her jacket pocket and checked the time: 4:12. "Not used to them both being out for so long," she said. Iris had gone to her room to drop off her clothes. Garland padded after her to ask, " What do you want to do for dinner, then?"

"Is there anything to cook?"

Garland shrugged as she came to her sister's door, "You'd know better than me." She now only wore a black blouse and pair of red leggings that matched her jacket and did little to hide her sheath and sack. It was intentionally provocative--she liked upsetting folks sensibilities and confusing sexualities. When Iris turned around, her blue eyes flicked to it, but Garland pretended not to notice, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

When Iris had been an awkward thirteen year old, Garland warned her that boys would be all over her in a few years. Iris did not believe her, but it had proved more and more true the older Iris got. At 5'3", just about any fur could knock the thin vixen over, but she had filled out in such a way that knocked over others. Iris had a nice bubble butt that her fluffy tail drew the eye to, and a pert bust Iris usually tried to hide in baggie hoodies. Not that it helped keep boys from noticing her. Iris had faced plenty of boy drama over the last year and a half; Garland had let her vent about most of it over the phone at one point or another.

"Then it's just the usual garbage," Iris said. Neither parent cooked or kept a stocked kitchen, and Iris still avoided doing her own grocery shopping.

Garland rolled her eyes. "I'll order a pizza then. There's that one spot off the highway still, yeah?"

"Yeah," Iris said. It was the closest spot to where Iris now lived, a shack that served pizza only through a drive-thru and delivery.

Garland went to sit on the living room couch, tapping her phone with a claw to look up the pizza place's number. Just above her tall ears, hanging over the couch, the wall was mounted with all sorts of family memorabilia: dozens of photos of different fox anthros, an old knife, a bugle their grandfather got when serving in the military, novelty old west crap, wood carvings her grandfather made. The couches and tables were simple things of lacquered wood with cushions attached, made over three decades ago by Garland's grandfather. Most of the house, in fact, her grandfather built with his own two paws. The vixen was sure the old fox haunted the place at this point.

Garland got the number and paused to call out over her shoulder, "What do you want?" Honestly she admired Iris for keeping her sanity: this whole place felt like a tomb when it got quiet.

"Their pepperoni is the only thing that is any good," Iris said as she reentered the room wearing a dress Garland picked out for her: its blue matched Iris's eyes and cinched nicely around her waist while just giving a teasing look at her cleavage along the neckline. It was not something Iris normally went for, but Garland could usually bully her sister outside of her comfort zone.

Garland also appreciated how the dress cut off right at her thighs. "Dang, girl, if I knew you wanted to look good I would have taken you out."

Iris's tail wrapped around one of her legs, "Sh-shut up. It's just comfy."

"Alright, alright," Garland said, tapping the call button on her phone with a claw. "Just don't let mom see you wearing something so girly, she'll expect you to start going to school in skirts and stuff."

While Iris scoffed and sat on the opposite end of the couch, Garland put in the order for their food. It went about as well as Garland expected: the fur on the other end heard Garland's voice and called her "sir" the entire call. How are you doing today, sir? One large pepperoni, sir? Should be ready in 30 minutes, sir. Have a good day, sir.

Garland didn't bother correcting the fur. No sense needlessly confusing people when her voice landed the way it did. Garland actually liked her voice the way it was and chose not to try and speak at a higher pitch, but still, she could do without folks hearing it and jumping to assumptions. She sighed when she ended the call, and Iris's ears flicked in her direction.

"Something wrong?"

"Just day to day trans stuff, not a big deal," Garland said. She swung her legs up on the couch and leaned back into the arm of the couch, resting against a small throw pillow. "Remote's over by you, why don't you put something on?"

"I don't really want to watch anything," Iris said, slumping into the couch a little more, texting on her phone.

Garland nudged Iris with her digitgrade foot. "Trying to get your boy over while mom and dad are gone?"

Iris shoved Garland's foot away. "No--" but the way she tried to dissolve and hide into the couch said something else.

Garland snickered and teased, "Frankly, I'd welcome him coming over and hearing you two make some noise. At least then I wouldn't worry about whether that boy is getting you off."

Iris huffed and turned away from her sister, knees up on the couch and huddled over her phone. Garland extended her feet again and gently rubbed her sister's back with the pawpads on her toes. "Come on," Garland coaxed, "You know I'm just having a little fun. I can't help it if you picked such an easy boy to make fun of."

Iris relaxed a little, and leaned back into the rubbing. She said quietly, "He can't come over anyways."

"Oh..." Garland said, "Well, I'm sorry. Just you and me tonight, huh?"

"Yeah," Iris said. "I think I'm going to go to my room, try to finish this painting I'm working on."

Garland yanked her feet back and Iris flopped backwards with a gasp. "What am I supposed to do, then? I go out on vacation just to sit and watch TV by myself?"

Iris winced and rolled over. Her short, cropped black hair was a little tussled, and fell across her eyes in a way Garland found both endearing and alluring. A stubborn, annoyance lifted inside her chest, which had been rearing its head the last couple years now: her feelings for her sister were more than familial.

Iris glanced at the TV, the wide, dark screen reflected back two vixens unsure what to do. "Didn't you just ask me to put something on? You can just get the remote yourself."

Garland threw her head back, "Ugh!" She said, "I want to spend time with you. Thought we could watch TV on the couch together because I have no clue what else to do in this house."

"Well, sorry for being clueless, I guess."

"It's fine. I leave tomorrow, I just want to make the most of this visit."

Iris scooted her back against the armrest on the other end of the couch, facing her sister. Her knees were pulled up against her. "Sorry if I'm not very interesting," Iris said, tail and arms wrapping around her legs.

With her sister hugged into a little ball of grey and brown fur, Garland frowned. "You don't need to rag on yourself, sis."

"I just feel bad for inviting my boyfriend over now, is all."

Garland nudged Iris with her foot. "Hey, it's fine."

"Yeah but... well I was inviting him over to... you know."

"I get it," Garland nodded. "It would have been awkward for Derek to have me there coaching him."

"That's not!--" but Iris stopped when she saw Garland's grin. Her lips lifted nearly to a snarl before Iris settled on throwing the throw pillow on her side of the couch at her sister. "Don't even joke about that!"

"What? You aren't going to tell him what to do," Garland teased, throwing the pillow back.

"You wouldn't dare," Iris growled.

Some impulses rooted through Garland in a way she couldn't control. "You want to try me?" she had leaned forward and said the words with a particular hunger in her voice she usually never brought out on these trips.

Iris reacted like she was prey: mouth hung open a little, eyes wide, frozen in place. Only the white along the lower side of her muzzle had taken on a slight, pink tint. And it clicked into place: some small part of Iris got excited at the thought of Garland being there.

Garland licked her chops, teasing her sister with the sight of her long, vulpine tongue. She said, getting a little closer to Iris, "You know, wolves are pretty thick-skulled. I'd probably have to just sit your boyfriend down and make him watch while I showed him what to do." That little prey response stayed on Iris. Her breathing had picked up, and now she panted just slightly. Garland now sat on her knees next to Iris, leaned in close but not touching. "I bet I could teach him a lot about how to treat you."

Iris swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "I... I... we're sisters--"

"You know, Iris, something I noticed is you always go for a certain type of boy," Garland said. She leaned so close their muzzles almost touched. Garland's paws slipped down against Iris' knee and the vixen flinched but did not try to pull away. "They're always about my height," the paw drifted between Iris's knees, claws gently sliding through fur to tease at Iris's thighs. "They usually have curly hair like mine. They're always either a vulpine or canine. And," Garland's paw had slipped under Iris's dress, where it was very warm. Iris had not even tried to close her legs, her eyes were locked with Garland's like her sister held her in a trance. "They always have a coat like mine." Garland's finger brushed against Iris's panties, smooth pawpad rubbing across slick fabric. Her sister's bottom half twitched and ground up into Garland's touch. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

Iris mouth moved but words did not follow. Garland's heart also was in her throat--truly she still feared Iris might panic and flee. But then the younger vixen's muzzle darted forward, lips meeting Garland's. Iris whined and threw herself against Garland, who fell back on her haunches as her younger, smaller sister wrapped her arms around Garland. The older vixen murred, maw opening with Iris's so their tongues could meet. Garland now worked all four fingers against Iris's mound. The younger vixen rolled her hips forward into the touch. Iris's muzzle was smaller than Garland's, and soon her maw was overwhelmed by the older's vixen's larger tongue. Garland savored the taste of her younger sister's mouth; their kiss became a messy heated thing that left the fur along their muzzles wet with spit.

Eventually, Garland recovered enough of her faculties to roll Iris onto her back, Garland over her and straddling the smaller vixen. The elder sister asked, "How long?"

"Wh-what?"

"How long have you wanted me?" Garland asked. She nuzzled into her sister's neck and took a deep breath of her scent.

"Since I--ah!" Garland had nipped at her neck. The younger vixen whined again, "Garland..."

Garland kissed up to her ear and licked there. The sensation made Iris gasp. Derek never did these sorts of things to her. "How long have you wanted your sister?" Garland asked again, that deep voice tinged with a growl.

"F-fuck, years, okay? Since I was fourteen."

Garland murred again and kissed Iris once more. The younger vixen melted for her. Garland cupped the back of Iris's head with one paw while the other groped down Iris's side, pinching, prodding, teasing, testing. Garland wanted to find every spot to touch her sister, wanted to show Iris what good sex was. That it wasn't just two teenagers rutting themselves stupid. Garland didn't abuse those spots now, but instead noted where Iris's body reacted. Iris was a sloppy kisser, but there was also something hot about how messy they were as they made out.

Garland's paw teased to the hem of her sister's dress again before she broke the kiss to ask, "Have you ever had another fur eat you out?"

Iris's ears splayed back and she shook her head.

Garland chuckled and kneaded at Iris's white-furred inner thigh. "I'm going to enjoy making you cum your brains out."

"D-do you have to say it like... that?" But the more flustered Iris became the more Garland felt in her element.

"I know what I'm doing, dear." Garland kissed her cheek and promised, "And I'm very good at what I do."

The younger sister whined as Garland slipped down the couch. The older vixen pulled up the hem of Iris's dress. The smell of needy, teenage pussy hit Garland and made the fox growl. Just the hunger there made Iris's cunt clench, Garland watched it twitch through the soaked fabric. How had that brainless boyfriend not wanted to do this? Garland's cock throbbed in its sheath in anticipation. She hooked her fingers around the simple black fabric and pulled it down. The smell of her sister's arousal grew stronger. Hot and hormonal, so strong it made Garland pant a little. She slid Iris's panties to the girl's knees and then shoved them up against Iris's chest, ass raised a little and feet dangling in the air.

The position pushed those pretty, glistening lips together and showed off Iris's clit. Like the underside of most grey foxes, Iris's fur here was white, and damp as a trail of her nectar ran down to her butt. Garland wasted no time rubbing her nose against Iris's clit and taking a deep breath of her scent. The younger sister moaned loudly. With a firm arm, Garland pinned the younger's vixen's legs in place while her tongue explored her sister's cunny. Those lips stayed pushed together at first, and that sharp, bitter flavor only teased at Garland's palette. She lapped and lapped, her free paw pushing open Iris's labia. Soon Garland's teeth brushed against Iris's outer lips while her tongue dove into her sister's vent. Those walls clenched around her immediately, and Iris bucked her hips upward. Garland snarled as her tongue slipped out of her younger sister's cunt a moment, but quickly she rubbed her lips against it again.

Normally Garland took her time a bit more, but claiming her sister felt so pressing she couldn't help how hungry she had become. It did not seem to bother Iris that Garland wasn't being very sensual. The younger vixen had bitten down on her paw to muffle her noises, totally embarrassed how hot her sister made her feel. Her cunt reacted every time that oral muscle stroked along her insides. Garland's tongue had dug deep into her sister's passage; the heat and wet made Garland pant, and her muzzle was slick from her younger sister's sex. Garland felt like her appetite might be endless, she licked and flicked her tongue back and forth, occasionally slurping up to Iris's clit. After a point, she had gotten Iris so loosened up that her narrow muzzle pushed the younger vixen's labia apart.

Iris felt something sharp blow through her body in that moment. Prickling and nearly painful. The pawpad of Garland's thumb brushed against her clit again. The digit dipped down along Iris's slick lips and rubbed again, wet and smoother this time. The sharp pleasure built into a tension in Iris's body. She had no clue how much time had passed, but she felt her climax building.

Garland longed for it. Her vulpine cock had emerged from her sheath and ran up her legging in a slick trail to her navel, where the exposed tip of her eight inch cock throbbed in the open air.

That teasing at her clit didn't stop, it became more firm and insistent. Sharp in sensation cooled and folded around Garland's steady tongue work in Iris's steaming cunt. The poor younger vixen screamed into her paw as her climax took her. Her pussy spasmed and pushed Garland's tongue out. The older vixen's growl got cut off when Iris squirted on her. Or it changed into a pleased rumble, before Garland kept lapping against her cunny, thumb off Iris's button, just long strokes of her tongue across Iris's sex up to her clit. She teased out the orgasm a little more, suckling on Iris's clit for a moment for another high pitched moan and squirt that struck Garland's neck. Eventually, Garland sensed her younger sister shutting down a little and sat up, releasing Iris's legs.

The younger vixen stared at the ceiling, panting. The couch cushion had a wet spot streaked across it from Iris's orgasm, and the stink of female sex could be smelt from the next room. Garland relished all of it. Young, horny fucks like this almost made Garland feel like a god at sex.

Iris eventually found words, "I've... I've never squirted before."

Garland licked her chops again, savoring the taste of her sister. "I hear that a lot."

Iris managed the wherewithal to glare at her smug older sibling. Before any comeback came to mind, however, Garland's phone started to ring.

"Whoops, pizza's here."

"Pizza?" Iris said the word like she was an alien visiting from another planet.

"Yeah, sadly girls can't survive by just eating each other out," Garland teased while the phone rang. She leaned down and pecked her sister on the lips. "Be right back."