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It was a strange sensation, stepping out of the front door to feel sand beneath the paws and a coastal breeze rushing through the fur. They'd been brought up in the country, where the wind was interrupted by lines of trees, the air was flavoured with a myriad of natural scents and the only grains for miles were dirt and grit. Sand... it was much softer, like walking on an enormous blanket, though blankets didn't stick in the fur and tangle it in gritty knots.

They'd come to this place before, long ago. Dion had only been five at the time and he didn't remember a whole lot about it, but according to his father they'd had a wonderful time. Now he and his sister were adults, they'd come back for one last hurrah before they left for university and the next chapter of their lives. When their father had described it as such Ashley had told him not to be so morbid. Of course they'd come back, every holiday and break--both loved their father dearly, and admired all he had done for them. A single parent since their mother had left, he'd worked tireless to ensure his children flourished and excelled in their chosen interests. But the greying red panda knew his children would soon find partners, settle into their new town, until one day it would become 'dad's house', not 'home.' And for all his reassurances, Dion knew that knowledge hurt his father greatly.

'You having some kind of existential crisis or something?' his sister drawled as she peered up at him from the couch. He turned from the door to find Ashley lying on her back, head tipped upside down while she fixed him with amused green eyes. Her reddish-brown fur and the two black stripes running down her cheeks made her eyes glimmer, and her red-and-orange tail waved lazy between her legs. She put her hands under her chin and gave her brother an innocent smile. 'If you're busy thinking about the inevitable approach of death and despair, can you do it outside? You're letting all the gross sea air in.'

Dion stamped his paws on the bristled door mat and came back inside. but he didn't close the door. 'What are you talking about? It smells great.' He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. 'It's so... refreshing. No damp leaves or manure anywhere.'

'Mmmn, salt and seaweed, so much better.'

'Why do you hate the beach so much? Dad says you loved it when you were little.'

'I listened to Take That! when I was little. Young Ashley was an idiot.' She pouted at him. 'And I do like the beach... just from a distance. Preferably through the window of a penthouse.'

'I'm afraid all I could afford was the hut', their father wryly said as he emerged from his bedroom. He was a handsome red panda, broad shouldered and bright-eyed. He wore glasses, the trendy sort with a full carbon frame, and his fur was always short and well groomed. He always dressed well, but today he'd gone the extra step, having picked a deep green dress shirt and tan pants that complimented his fur rather stunningly. He saw both his children appraising him and nervously tugged on the arms of his shirt. 'What do you think?'

Ashley twirled a strand of auburn hair through her fingers. She took after her father far more than Dion; same red hair, same white chin and chest, same black ears. They also had similar eyesight, though Ashley had opted for 'trendier' contact lenses. She worked her bottom lip between her teeth. 'Try rolling the sleeves up.'

'Hold on...like this?'

'Perfect.'

Dion gave his dad a thumbs up. He, on the other paw, took more after their mother, though he'd only seen a few photos of her so had to rely on his dad's word for that. His chest was black, his hair dark brown, and his ears were the same reddish orange as his fur. His coat was also longer, shaggier, and most of the time he didn't bother styling it because who had time for that? Just getting his messy hair into order took long enough. He pushed his sister onto the other side of the couch and perched on the arm. 'Feeling lucky?'

'Mostly just nervous. It's been a long time', Richard said as he looked at his reflection through his bedroom door. 'You're right, that looks much better. Think she'll like it?'

'If she has any taste at all, you won't be coming back here tonight', Ashely grinned and the two males coughed and pretended they didn't know what she was talking about.

'You two definitely alright with me doing this? I know we were supposed to be having this week to ourselves.'

'Dad, I have literally never happier for you', Dion said with genuine pride. 'You've spent nineteen years focusing on us. It's time to do something for yourself.'

They'd been out shopping in the district when they'd seen her; a tall brown bear with fur that seemed to shine in the sunlight. She was nearly two heads taller than Richard, and double as wide, yet she carried herself with such grace she could have been a dancer. The two middle-aged mammals had locked eyes like something out of a movie and spent the next hour gradually moving closer to each other, making excuses to look in the same stores or being herded surreptitiously toward cafes by Dion and Ashley. The bear--Esther, as she'd introduced herself--had been the first to say something, and ten minutes later a date was scheduled for the evening.

Dion was happy his father was finally looking for love again. It had taken Richard a long time to get over his ex-wife, and even longer to actively start meeting people. He and Ashley had even tried setting their father up a few times, but he'd never lasted more than a single date, always coming home and forlornly saying, 'it was nice, just... no spark'. He hoped this Esther woman was as good as she'd seemed, and Ashley was even more confident. 'She was so into you her pupils were practically love hearts. You've got this, dad!'

Their father nodded resolutely. 'I've got this. You guys are the best.'

'Love ya dad,' they said together, and then Ashley tacked on, 'did you remember protection? I know she's a bear and all, but you can never be too careful.'

'I... erm, yes, I...' If pandas could blush, Simon would have been red as a beet as he hurried out the door, ears twitching, and Ashely calling out tips behind him. 'Ladies love variation! Keep her guessing. Oh, and use the size difference to your advantage! You could probably get a whole fist in--'

Dion clapped a hand over his sister's muzzle and waved goodbye to his father with the other. Ashley tried to bite him but he put his thumb on her little black nose and managed to keep her mouth shut until Richard left. 'Do you always have to be so gross?'

'Mmffmgfh, gfeeth off me', she said as she succeeded in wriggling out from him. She danced a few steps back and then looked her brother up and down. 'Why don't you ever dress nice.'

'No one to dress nice for. I'm a free panda.'

His sister gave him a thoughtful look before disappearing to her room. Dion couldn't help but worry...Ashley only ever gave him those looks when she was planning something.

Two hours later and Simon hadn't returned home. That was a good sign. Ashley and Dion were sitting on the lounge again, idly watching some soap opera rerun. He'd changed into pajamas, thin flannel ones with a logo of his favourite show, while Ashley was still in her day clothes; a pair of grey short-shorts and a pastel blue blouse. She'd never liked long pants or sleeves, despite constantly complaining about getting dust in her fur when she went out for walks. She nudged him in the side with an elbow. 'Think he's scoring? I bet he is. They were crazy in love back there.'

'I... don't really want to think about my father banging some bear.'

'Ah, you'd rather be the one doing it? Didn't know you were into older mammals. Bet you wish she was covered in peanut butter so you could just lick it all off.'

'Oddly specific. Don't project your weird fantasies onto me. And jeez, don't ruin peanut butter, it's my one pleasure in life.'

She stuck her tongue out at him. 'Only pleasure indeed. You've yet to bring a girl home. Or a boy.'

It was true--he'd had a 'girlfriend' back in primary school, when all was required was holding paws and sending each other sappy notes, but after their amicable break up Dion had been single with little interest in dating. All through high school, when their fellow classmates had been pairing up and breaking apart again with all the appropriate teenage drama, both he and his sister had remained single and focused on their studies. That wasn't to say they hadn't experimented with others, but they'd kept good friends and good grades, and more importantly had been passionate in what they were studying, so neither really had the time for formal relationships. And anyway, they had each other.

'What about you? I don't see you bringing home anyone.'

Ashley pouted. 'All the good ones are taken. Or undateable.'

'Undateable?'

She gave an unassuming shrug and switched off the TV, turning to her brother. 'You ready for bed?'

'Not really.'

'Great, neither am I. Let's play a game!'

Dion gave her an amused look. 'All the board games at home. I think I brought a pack of cards...'

Ashley poked her brother with her foot and said, 'not _those_kinds of games. You're way too easy to beat, it wouldn't be fun for either of us. No,' she grinned at him, showing a row of straight, white teeth, 'I mean something more fun.'

She'd taken on that tone of voice that always made Dion nervous. He gave her a suspicious look and asked, 'what are you going to make me do?'

'You don't have to do anything... not if you just keep picking truth.'

Dion slapped a paw against his forehead. 'Truth or dare? Really? How old are you?'

She nudged his leg with a foot. 'Come on, play with me.'

'Fine. But only because you're my sister, so it definitely won't get weird. Truth.'

She beamed and sat straight, paws on her knees. 'Are you a virgin?'

Dion coughed and nearly fell off the chair. 'I beg your pardon?'

She shrugged. 'What? We were talking about relationships. So? Have you?'

He'd done... stuff, before. One sleepover with his guy pals they'd showed off, compared, maybe touched a little. Then there'd been a girl he'd had... something... with, which had helped him grow acquainted with the other sex's anatomy. But it had never gone beyond simple petting and kissing, and after they'd drifted he hadn't been with anyone since. Dion wasn't sure why, but he humoured his sister. 'Yeah, I'm a virgin. You?'

'That's not how you play the game.'

'Truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'Have you had sex before?'

Ashley looked at him through her eyelashes and chewed on the side of her cheek. 'Sort of. Not really. I'm not counting it.'

That surprised him, for a reason he couldn't quite grasp. 'So you have?'

She shrugged. 'It was one of those...things that just sort of happened. It wasn't great.' She waved her paws in the air with wide eyes and stressed 'not, like, bad. I wanted it. I just wanted it to be...better.'

'Did you...you know...' He cleared his throat. 'Finish?'

She pressed her lips together and fixed him with a look. 'You can probably figure that out from context. Truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'Do you wish you were in a relationship?'

He leant back into the lounge. 'Kinda. I didn't when I was still in high school, but it'd be nice now, I think. Truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'What was the last dream you ha--'

'Oh come on, something more exciting than that', she snorted, leaning over to push against his shoulder. He resisted, but she was strong, and so they merely sat there, sides pressed together. She said, quieter, 'what's something you've wanted to ask me, but haven't ever been able to?'

From the tone of her voice, she seemed to already have expectations. He wasn't really sure what they were, so he mulled it over for a while. When she tentatively placed her paw on his knee--just a nice, sisterly gesture, he was certain--he realised there had been a question circulating in his head for a while. 'Why aren't you dating anyone? I know you'd like to, you've talked about it before.'

'I told you. All the options suck.'

'What about Harrison? Or Bailey? What about that buff lion that was in your pottery class? He was definitely into you.'

'We didn't really like that same stuff. And he didn't know how to cook or play an instrument and he hated going outside so all he was to me was a cute friend.'

'That's an...oddly specific list of requirements there. You might need to broaden your scope a little.'

'Why? At least one guy I know fits all those.'

'Then why not date...him...' Dion trailed off. Did she mean..? He waved the thought away. A compliment, perhaps, certainly nothing more.

When she asked him the next round he picked truth. She asked if he really wore those pyjamas to bed--and gave a critical up-and-down look with it. He crossed his arms and frowned at her. 'What's wrong with them? I like Space Wars.'

Despite sitting next to each other, he had to angle his head downward to properly see her. She looked cute--in an objective way, of course--looking back up at him with her wide green eyes. If he looked further down, past her cute pointy chin and her prominent collarbones, he could see where her blouse was pushed out by two modest breasts, creating an intriguing shadow between them. He couldn't see a bra, though considering how often she complained about them it was a fair assumption she'd taken it off the moment they'd gotten back to the beach house after the mall. With a start he realised Ashely was looking at him with a confused expression. 'Hmph, sorry... what?'

'I said why don't you sleep shirtless? I thought all guys did.'

'I mean sometimes I do. I don't generally take that off until after I get in bed though. Not when I'm out here with my sister.'

She shrugged. 'Why not? I've seen it all before.'

'Yeah, like, sixteen years ago maybe.'

She gave a quiet shrug which neither confirmed nor denied his comment. 'Well, it's just us, so if you wanna just wear what you sleep in that's alright with me.'

She left the offer hanging in the air, and Dion got that same warm feeling in his stomach as he had back when sleep overs with his friends had still been a thing, and someone had casually suggested they play spin the bottle or never have I ever or... well, truth or dare, and everyone was aware what might come of it yet agreed to play anyway. Promise without promising anything.

Except...this was his sister. Of course she hadn't meant anything by that. She was just offering out of niceness. She didn't want to see what he looked like without a shirt on, no way. 'Truth or dare?'

'Dare.'

Again, his mind started conjuring up thoughts that he was quick to abolish. He saw her looking at him with coy curiosity, and he decided he really didn't like his position. Ashley was always the one that suggested what they should do, always led their little troupe and set the bar. But now she'd passed it to him, as if waiting to see what he'd do. Waiting for what?

Another part of his mind, the one that seemed specially reserved for these sorts of circumstances, was busy reasoning that, since this was only a friendly game and she'd just offered to let him get more comfortable, it was only right he do the same. And before he realised what he was doing, he heard himself say, 'Well, if you're so keen for me to get into my sleep getup, why don't you, Ms Jeans and Blouse.'

She let out a little breath, then fixed him with a grin and stood up. The feeling of her warmth leaving his side was not a pleasant one, but he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her standing in front of him, stretching her arms into the air and rolling her shoulders back. Her orange and black tail waved behind her as she stretched, snugly emerging from a pair of short jeans that fit her all too well, and then she batted him in the face with the floof and pranced to their shared room.

He heard her shuffling about and wondered how she would emerge. Despite having been here three days already and sharing a room, he'd never actually seen what she wore to bed. He always went to sleep before her, and they changed with the attached bathroom and slipped into bed with the lights off. He knew she owned pyjamas like his--though the Space Wars_logo was exchanged with _Demon wears Piara or Tango in Vauille--and had on a few occasions glimpsed her walking down the hall in just her underwear. He'd never taken much notice--or made a conscientious effort _not_to notice. But now, she'd be coming out of that room with the expectation that he would look, and he was almost ashamed at his excitement.

The door swung open and he looked up to see Ashley strutting toward him like a runway model. Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't the airy, lace-trimmed white nightdress she came out in. It came down to just above her knees and the material was transparent enough that he could make out her black and orange fur beneath, and the plain white of her underwear. No bra, like he'd thought, and a couple of times he caught a glimpse of pink peeking out from the soft fur of her breasts. When she reached him she turned, a hand on her hip, the hem spinning up just enough to reveal the bottom of her panties. Then it settled back down and she leant her weight on one leg in a surprisingly elegant finishing move. Dion applauded graciously. 'Nicely done. You could go pro.'

'I like eating food, thank you very much', she said, flexing her paws. 'I could take on those tiny waifs any day.'

'Since when did you own a nightie? It's something straight out of Vague'--that modernist fashion magazine that popped up in every restaurant and hair salon in the country.

'I bought it yesterday. Thought it'd be cute. It is, right?' She swayed on the spot, letting the lightweight fabric dance around.

'It's nice. Better not wear it in a storm though. Or the beach. Or anywhere there's wind, actually.'

'Why, jealous I might flash the other boys?' She kicked her leg back, flipping the hem up and flashing him an eyeful of her firm behind. He reeled back as if stunned. 'Attacked by my sister's ass! What worse sight could a brother see!?'

'Hey, I have a fantastic butt.' She leapt backward and landed on his lap, making him wheeze, then wriggled on the spot. 'Go on, say 'truth' and I'll make you admit it.'

'In that case, dare', he grunted, before realising he'd played right into her trap. She flashed her teeth. 'Come on, shirt off.'

'What is this, a stripping game?'

'Why, you wanna play one?'

He grunted and leant back away from her, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up in one clean sweep. He wasn't a muscly guy--heck, he'd never been to a gym in his life--but he was lean and handsome enough and Ashley gave a rumble of appreciation as she turned in his lap to look at him. With her legs bent at the knee either side of him, she examined him closely. 'Not bad. Your fur's longer than mine, I never noticed.' She put a paw on his chest and ran down it gently, then came back up to run against the fur, lifting it up. With a curious hum she lifted up her night dress to just below her chest and ran a paw along her own belly.

Dion's eye twitched as he watched her. When she'd lifted her dress a flash of...something... had darted through him, and for a moment he thought she was going to keep raising it. But then she'd stopped, right where the swell of the bottom of her gentle breasts began. He gulped and took her paw, setting it to the side.

'Pretty sure getting to touch me would constitute a dare.'

'Well, I've already done it so it'd hardly be worth picking that again. Truth.'

Their faces were close, close enough that her warm, sweet breath tickled his fur. He looked at her with suspicion. 'Alright, when did you last see me naked?'

She pressed her lips together and glanced down, her ears twitching--the red panda version of a blush. 'Uh...so you know how we share a bathroom?'

'At our house? Uh huh.'

'Erm, no, I...was actually meaning here.'

Dion stared at her. 'Wait, this week?'

'Yesterday, actually.'

'Seriously?' He wasn't sure how to feel. Definitely not aroused, no sir. 'How? I've been locking the door.'

'Not while in the shower, evidently.'

'Was I...what did you see?'

She pouted. 'Not much, you were turned around.' She blinked. 'Not that I...like, wanted to, or at least I might've looked if it, err, if you were in front of me, like just out of curiosity. Not because...I mean you're my brother, but you'd probably at least look at me if I was naked, right?'

He tried not to imagine that, but his voice lacked conviction when he said, 'I wouldn't if I could help it.'

'Really? Not at all?' She fiddled with the hem of her nightdress, which was still bunched around her hips as she sat on his lap. 'Because you'd find me gross, or..?'

Now he was in for it. Either admit he'd devour the opportunity to look at his own sister's nude body, or tell her she was gross and not his type. He rubbed the back of his head and chose his words carefully. 'You're very attractive, and I'm sure whoever you end up with will find you beautiful beyond words.'

'But not you.'

'I didn't say that.'

'So you do find me attractive.'

'How did we get to this?'

She smiled and poked his chest. 'I knew it, you think I'm hot. Truth or dare?'

He was beginning to worry just what direction this was taking, so he elected for what he assumed was the somewhat safer option; truth. As usual, Ashley proved him wrong.

'How big is it?'

Dion snorted in surprise. 'What!?'

'I didn't get to see.'

'Well, my nose is roughly--'

'Your dick, Dion. You know, this thing.' She had barely spread her legs further apart and begun to point her finger downward when he leapt into action and deflected her paw like a rapier. She frowned at him. 'I wasn't actually going to touch it.'

'That's really not an appropriate thing to ask your brother.'

'I mean it's the most appropriate way to find out. I could just look for myself.'

'Why do you need to know that?'

'Well, I compare every guy I meet to you already, may as well have another benchmark for them to meet.'

He bit his lip. 'You do that?'

She piped down a little when she realised what she'd just admitted. 'Well, yeah...nothing wrong with that.'

Dion thought back over his own experience with women. Why _hadn't_he ever had sex with that girl? It wasn't like she didn't try initiating it...it just hadn't felt right to him. Like something was missing from the equation. For a while now he'd though she just wasn't the one, but maybe there was something...more to it. Something he didn't want to think about.

'Well? You still haven't answered my question', his sister said.

'I don't know, Ashley. I've never taken the effort to find out.'

'I don't believe that for a second. Guys compare dick sizes, don't they?'

He hesitated. 'Okay, well, maybe I've done that a couple times, but not because of any pre existing stereotype, alright?'

'I rest my case', she giggled. 'Well, your homework is to measure it tomorrow and report back with your findings.'

'Absolutely not. Truth or dare.'

She shrugged. 'Worth a try. Dare. Give me a good one.'

Dion wasn't sure what a 'good one' meant. Frankly, his head was full of everything that had happened tonight and he wasn't confident he could even come up with a dare that wasn't just 'do a cartwheel' or, or...nope, that was literally all he could think of. Ashley rocked back and forward in his lap, tight hindquarters against his crotch, reminding him of the precariousness of her position that he had so far negotiated with admirable ease. 'Come on,' she whined, 'dare me.'

'I dare you...I dare you to...to...' he sighed and hung his head in shame. 'Do a cartwheel.'

She gave him an incredulous look, but the expression slowly morphed into one of thoughtfulness. 'Alright, deal. But I'm gonna have to go slow so I don't destroy the house.' She got off the couch, her tail flicking as she stepped into the clear space in front of the television. Perhaps not her wisest idea, considering she could be clumsy at the best of times, but the heat of the moment was getting to her. With Dion observing with a bemused expression, she stretched up and leant to the side, slowly falling sideways with her arms outstretched. Her nightdress began riding up her thighs, revealing more of her dusty orange fur with its cute black patterns. Her paw met the ground and she turned her upper body, preparing to push up into a handstand. Her nightdress slid to her hip, and Dion stared as her underwear was revealed to him. It was white, like her dress, but far more intricate than anything he'd ever imagined her owning. Sure, it was nothing like the barely-there lingerie frequenting the fashion magazines he occasionally flipped through, but portions of transparent mesh peeked from a flowery lace design hinting at her shape beneath. He saw a fleeting glimpse of something dark, a shadow where the bottom of the design met the opaque cloth between her legs, but it disappeared when she stretched her body and rose into a handstand.

A slow cartwheel indeed, but Dion wasn't about to say anything, enraptured as he was by her performance. Ashley herself could scarcely believe what she was doing, or what she knew she was about to do as she felt her nightdress slide up further. The hem met her waist, just narrow enough to contrast the slight curve of her hips, then went further. Her ribcage, slightly bony, visible beneath her fur. Her breath halted, and so did Dion's...and then she was straight up and her nightdress draped over her muzzle. She couldn't see his expression, couldn't be sure he was looking at her...but he certainly was. Her breasts were perfect, to him. The sort he'd put on his dream girl. They weren't big, nothing like the oversized orbs pumped haphazardly into the models on the runways, but they weren't small either. Soft swells beneath ruddy red fur, the colouring on her breasts lighter than the rest as if to highlight them. A pink nipple topped each breast, and Dion could almost swear they were becoming more prominent by the second. Her breasts would fit perfectly in his paws, if he just reached forward and...

He was brought from his fantasies when she finished her cartwheel. Her feet met the ground and she stood up straight, and her nightdress seemed to hesitate for a moment as it rested atop her breasts, as if to give him one more glimpse before they were covered by the white silk. Ashley let out a slow breath and put her paws behind her back, rocking back on her heels. 'So?'

Dion gulped. 'So?'

'What did you...think?'

He shrugged, forcing himself to remain nonchalant. 'It was a...good...cartwheel?'

Ashley looked down at the floor. 'Oh. Right. Cool.' She made her way back to the couch, still not looking at him. 'Truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'What's your favourite fruit?'

Dion gave his sister a sidelong glance. 'That's your question?'

'Why? Not like you're interested in anything else', she retorted with a mixture of sarcasm and irritation.

He was quiet for a moment. His chest felt tight, and once again he felt like he was standing near the edge of a cliff. 'Mangoes. Ashley, truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'What are we doing right now?' he asked earnestly, and she curled her paws.

'I don't want to answer that.'

'Why not?'

She stared intently at the floor. 'Because then it'll all be...real.'

Dion put a paw on her arm, coaxing her to turn and look at him. Her eyes were wide and she slid her arms back through his paws until she could hold his in her own. He quietly asked her, 'why did you start this?'

She took a shaky breath, taking her time to reply. 'I told you I couldn't find anyone I wanted to date. We never liked the same things, or wanted to spend time doing different things, or were too slow or too fast and whenever I would look at them I'd just think "Dion's so much better, why can't I find someone like him?" And so I keep looking but it's impossible because you're everything I want, but you're my brother, and...it's not fair.' She sniffed and chewed on her lip, a bitter smile gracing her face. 'You've ruined relationships for me.'

He couldn't help but chuckle quietly with her, and he squeezed her paws. 'Sorry. I'm just too good of a brother.'

'That's just it. You don't act like one.' She rotated her wrists, moving their paws idly between them. 'Not in a mean way. Just...how many brothers and sisters spend so much time together? We watch movies, hang out, do jobs together, make dinner plans...anyone would think we're married. I mean, you held off going to uni for a year so we could start it together. That's something you would only do for someone you truly love.'

Dion tilted his head. 'I do love you.'

'There's family love, and then there's...' she trailed off and Dion's eyes widened.

'Ash, are you saying you..?'

'Don't make me use the words. Yes. I've been near you my whole life. I can't imagine it without you. I don't want to. My chest aches whenever I think that we can't be together and it hurts even more because I don't think you feel the same way. And it's not just the sex stuff...I get horny and I think about you and I want you but more than that, more than anything, I just want to be...together...with you.'

She let out a little huff and released his paws, sitting back in the couch and folding her feet up against her. There was a long moment of quiet as Dion tried to think of a reply. He loved her, of course he did, but did he love her like that? He wasn't sure. He hadn't ever considered it. But she was right about one thing; he couldn't imagine a world where Ashley wasn't there by his side. Or him by hers. At no point had he ever considered going to university before her. It had just been what they both expected, what even their father had assumed. Dion folded his arms and stared ahead. 'That's a lot to take in.'

'Sorry.'

'It certainly made the trip memorable. My sister just told me she wants to marry me.'

'Hey! I didn't say that!' She shoved him and laughed, and he retaliated and they rolled onto the floor, Ashley on top. He didn't fight back, just let her pin his arms up above him. 'I want to be proposed to', she declared. 'On a hill, at sunset, in an apple orchard.'

'Not that you've thought it out or anything.'

'Of course not. Oh, and the ring better not be more than a hundred. Save it for a house deposit.'

He snorted and wriggled his wrists, half-heartedly trying to worm his way out of her grip. She was sitting on his bare chest, and he could feel the soft fur of her thighs tickling his stomach. Leaning over him, her breasts seemed to gain mass and he had the urge to reach up and squeeze them. Instead he glance up to avert his eyes, and recalled what she'd been doing here only minutes ago. 'You know, I don't think I was very generous with my cartwheel review.'

'No, you weren't. You were beyond stingy, it was a fantastic cartwheel. No TVs or furniture broken.'

'I'm amazed you stayed up there as long as you did.'

'Well I had to show off, didn't I?'

'...I knew you were doing that on purpose!'

'Of course I was. I was so turned on by all that teasing. Bet you were too, huh?' She sat up, finally letting go of his arms, and put her paws on her breasts, squeezing theatrically. 'Not even a brother can resist the charm of Ashley's boobs.'

Dion slapped his paws over his own admittedly much flatter pecs. 'Hey, what about my boobs.'

'Your boobs are nice too.' She brushed his paws out of the way and tweaked his nipples appreciatively, and to Dion's surprise something akin to pleasure sparked through his body. Of course, he wasn't about to let her know that.

'Don't do that! You can't just...' he reached up and a second later had her nipples between his thumb and finger and twisted, not at all hard, just enough to make her squeak and dart back in shock. Dion watched her scoot back into the lounge, staring at him with wide eyes, and he cringed. 'Crap, sorry, too far?'

When she inhaled it was a long and shaky breath. She let it out slowly. 'Fuck. That...felt good.'

'You sound surprised.'

'I am surprised. I've tried that a few times and it's never felt...' She looked down and tried to mimic his actions, but quickly gave up. 'Nope, nothing. When you touched them like that I nearly...well, all I'm saying is the nightdress nearly came off.'

'So what you're saying is...if I do it again, I get to see your bare boobs and touch them?'

'Dion! That's hardly an appropriate way to talk to your sister. I'd never suggest you do such a thing.'

'Truth or dare.'

'Dare. Obviously.'

'Take off your dress.'

She sat up and shuffled toward him on her butt, her tail swishing in excitement behind her. She reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt, giving him an intense look. They didn't break eye contact as she began pulling it up, revealing her panties, then her belly button, her lightly furred chest and finally, her breasts. Before, when she'd been cartwheeling, he'd felt almost like a voyeur, but now she was showing him, wanting him to look, and it barely took a moment for his gaze to drift downwards. 'You're beautiful', he murmured.

'Sure, you say that now I've shown you my tits.'

He grinned and admitted, 'well, it definitely helps. But seriously, you're hot.'

Ashley couldn't help twitching her ears again. She liked it when he talked to her like that. What had happened to the reluctant Dion of five minutes ago? She pushed her chest forward and asked, 'truth or dare?'

'Dare', he replied breathlessly.

'Touch me.'

Dion didn't have to be asked twice. He cracked his knuckles--or, at least, went through the motions since he'd never been able to do it--and held his paws tentatively just in front of her. Whereas before he'd have felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, now...now he felt like they were at the bottom of a canyon. They could just keep along the path, try and negotiate their way out...or they could try digging the walls and seeing where it went. And since they were here now, and both ragingly horny...well, the choice was obvious.

He moved a single finger forward, letting it land on the surface of her soft flesh, just below her nipple. She let out a breath as he traced it around the edge of her areola. He could barely feel the bristles of her reddish fur, as if the skin beneath had risen up in aching need of his touch. He let his finger bump over her hard nipple and she gasped. 'That, right there...'

He didn't need to reply with words, just with his paws as he began massaging her other breast. He squeezed each gently, feeling the flesh underneath move with his paws, and then returned to thumbing her nipple. He let his claws prick at them, ever so lightly, and she gasped and grabbed at his thigh. She squeezed it as he continued his adventure, loving the feel of her. He was proud of the reactions he was eliciting from her, and hoped she wasn't exaggerating.

She wasn't. The couple of times she'd let a hopeful partner touch her, they'd never done it with such caring sensuality, such tender love as this. She squeezed his thigh again, then grabbed his wrists and pulled him harder into her. She loved his gentle touch, but now there was a fire starting to flare just below her belly, a growing need that she had to satiate. 'You can go harder.'

He nervously acquiesced, increasing the pressure incrementally until he saw her nose twitch and eased back. At this perfect level, he continued to explore her mounds, never growing tired. Sometimes he would flick her nipples, or squeeze or gently twist them. Other times he would let his palms massage them, or carefully use his claws. He kept her guessing, a move she quickly grew to love. 'Truth or dare', she hoarsely whispered.

It wasn't her turn. He didn't care. 'Dare'.

'Use your mouth.'

He ran his tongue over his lips, staring at nipples that seemed to stare back just as hard. His heart was beating and something else was throbbing as he reached forward and put his lips around one of her nipples.

'Fu-uuck! Oh geez, that's...' she trailed off as she locked her paws behind his head, pulling him in. Her whole body was tingling, right from her feet to the crown of her head and then down her back again. Her tail swished as he sucked on her, harder and harder to the point that he bit down and she hissed but not just in pain, in pleasure, because it felt wonderful and overwhelming and she never wanted him to stop.

And then he pulled his muzzle away and she made a disappointed noise and then he was wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him. She returned the hug, pushing her muzzle into the nape of his neck and nuzzling him hard. He ran a paw through her tangled chestnut locks, squeezing her so tight she struggled to breathe. Yet it was somehow...comforting, feeling her body so close to his. Her naked chest pressed against his own, her ribs touching his stomach, her belly against his...his...

'I can feel you', she gasped and he shoved her away.

'Crap, sorry...I couldn't help...you're just so--'

'Show me.'

'What?'

'Truth or dare? Dare. I dare you to show me your cock right now.'

He clenched his jaw, suddenly terrified. 'Right now?'

'I want to see it Dion. Please.'

He gulped. 'Isn't it my turn?'

'Fine. Give me a dare.' She crossed her arms, hiding her breasts from view, and fixed him with a challenging look. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and a trickle of sweat dripped through the fur on his forehead.

'I dare you to...to...take off my pants.'

She grinned. 'That counts underwear right?'

'I don't--'

'Rhetorical question.' She dived toward him and pushed him onto his back, grabbing hungrily at his pants. No belt to undo, no button to pop out, she just took the hem between her teeth and wrenched them down. Perhaps in another circumstance she'd have taken it slow, watched as the bulge reached the top, ready to burst out, perhaps felt it up a little and gotten him as hard as he could be before finally releasing him. But she didn't want to wait around for that, and so his hard, throbbing cock bounced out and she grabbed it victoriously. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to see this. You're handsome.'

'Sure, you say that now I've shown you my dick', he drawled, and they both laughed. She let her paw slide idly up and down his thick shaft. She wasn't sure if he was 'big', she'd only seen a few to compare him to, but she could only just get her fingers to touch around it so she decided he was a perfectly decent size. She explored the full length of his throbbing erection with fascination, examining each ridge, bump and vein of his cock. Curiously she got a paw under his balls, weighing them and rolling them around in her palm. He grunted with pleasure, his cock twitching in her hand. 'You're good at this.'

'Really?' She smiled to herself and slowed down, teasing him for a while before suddenly picking up the pace again. 'I've only done it a few times.' She squeezed the base of his cock and stroked back up, running a finger over his head. He was beginning to pant and encouraging her to continue. Needless, really, since she had no intentions of stopping. She fell into a steady rhythm and Dion began to thrust against her, pleasure running through his body. A small bead of liquid appeared on the end of his cock and she swiped it with her thumb as she came up, letting it wet his shaft. More and more began leaking out, aiding her strokes. He moaned in heated pleasure and she began focusing on his engorged head more, spending extra time massaging it with her palm or rubbing it between her fingers.

'Are you close?' she asked, stroking faster.

'N-not yet, no. Sorry, are you tired?'

'Oh! No, no, I just...the few times I've done this is doesn't take very long for, you know...' She grinned and took her paw away, watching the thick organ twitch as she slid her hair lacky from her slender wrist. 'Can I try something?'

'You don't have to...'

'I want to.' She tied back her hair and grabbed his cock again, leaning in close. The slight hint of his musk was a scent sweeter that any to her, and she licked her lips with anticipation. She'd imagined this, so many times, and the fact that she was now living it was incredible. She leant forward and enveloped the head of his cock with her wet mouth, careful to keep her lips wrapped over her teeth. Dion's eyes widened and he let out a surprised grunt, not expecting his sister to go straight down on him. She sucked on him for a bit, then pulled off and gave him a few licks. 'You taste nice.'

Before he could reply she went back down, this time letting her tongue slide along the underside of his cock. His precum aided her descent, helping it to fill her maw with his hotness. She could only get so far before gagging and she pulled back, just far enough to let herself breathe without allowing his cock to leave her mouth. Dion was in heaven, lying back with his legs spread and his paws curling through her hair. He felt the urge to tighten his grip, pull her into him, but he let her continue at her own pace. It was by far the best blowjob he'd ever received, not that he had a whole lot to compare it to.

He glanced down just in time to see Ashley push into him again, further this time, staying for a couple seconds before coming up for air. This time she did leave his cock, and a long string of saliva and precum connected her lips to the head of his dick. He rumbled appreciatively. 'You're amazing, Ash.'

She winked and lapped at his dick, gathering the slick fluids and gulping them down. Then she resumed her cocksucking, seeing how much further she could get down. They continued this game for a while, Dion complimenting her each time she came up, Ashley getting more and more of his throbbing member into her mouth. Her throat, which she'd only just managed to get his cock into, bulged slightly from his size. She used her tongue to rasp against his cock while it was still inside her and Dion moaned louder, his grip tightening. She grabbed his arm and pulled it against her head.

'Fuck my mouth', she ordered, though with her lips still wrapped around his dick it came out more like 'fuhk iy owth'.

Dion looked at her in surprise. 'Are you sure?'

She punched his leg and he hissed and pulled her into him, making her gag. He pulled her away and moved to a kneeling position as she took a deep breath through her nose. Then he started thrusting into his sister, wet slurping, kissing and thrusting emanating from her throat. As the two worked together, Dion experienced a pleasure he'd never even thought possible. The wetness of her maw, the tightness of her mouth and the entrance to her throat, the way she massaged his balls as he thrust, the sounds she made...it was beyond belief.

She was nearly taking all of him now, an impressive feat considering their relative inexperience. It didn't take long for that familiar sensation to begin building in his cock, and Dion pulled her muzzle away and began stroking his own dick, hard and fast. 'I'm close.'

'Truth or dare.'

'Dare.'

'Stop.'

He hesitated, though his paw twitched on his cock, desperate to continue. 'What?'

'I dare you to stop. Don't cum yet.'

'I'm so close!' he growled and readjusted his grip. 'Don't make me edge.'

She grinned and licked her lips, swallowing down the remnants of his precum from her muzzle. 'It's a dare.'

He considered his options. Cum now and satiate the burning desire in his loins...or continue their game. He huffed and took his paw from his cock, trying to silence his lust-filled mind. 'Fine. Truth or dare.'

'Dare.'

'Get naked.'

She grinned and stood up, running her thumb beneath the waistband of her panties. She took her time, pulling the garment away from her body and giving him flashes of her pink pussy before letting it snap back into place. Dion's cock still itched but its desperation was beginning to fade, and he enjoyed the show, unaware he was licking his lips each time he saw her womanhood. Eventually Ashley completed the dare, pulling her laced panties down and kicking them away. She leant her weight on one hip, reprising her model pose from earlier that night, conveniently affording Dion a perfect view of her glistening lips. 'So?'

'Breathtaking.'

She practically glowed from the compliment. 'Truth or dare?'

'Dare.'

'Do what you want to me.'

He reached up to take her paws and brought her back to the floor, sitting her down in front of him. His cock still stuck out in front of him but he ignored it, spreading her legs to get a closer look at her. Her lips were puffy and engorged, shimmering with wet arousal, and the gently wrinkled folds of her inner labia enticed him further in. He carefully put two fingers on each of her lips, eliciting a gasp from her as he spread them apart. A hot, dark hole revealed itself, and he slowly traced a finger around it, making her eep as her legs shook. He leaned in close, using his shoulders to keep her thighs apart as he began running a digit lightly up and down her length. He rubbed her hip with his other paw as he did so, and Ashley squirmed happily.

He fingered her labia slowly, responding to her moans to figure out what she liked, until finally she guided him up to her clit and pressed his hand into her. She was soaked now, her soft fur matting in places, but it did little to hinder Dion as he played with her hard bud. Just like with her breasts, he varied his motions, changing up his rhythm and speed, coaxing her to the edge. Sometimes he would dip a finger into her soaking entrance, luxuriating at the sensation of it sliding in, getting his digit nice and wet before resuming his loving assault on her clitoris.

'I had no idea it could feel like this', she whispered, an arm draped over her eyes as she lay back.

'You don't masturbate?'

'Of course I do. But when it's someone else...it's different.'

'Even if it's your older brother?'

'Especially when it's my brother.'

Dion spread her pussy lips again, and this time when he dipped a finger inside, he kept going. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he met little resistance as he entered her slick hole. She was so relaxed around him, so turned on that within seconds he was up to his knuckle. She gasped, then gasped louder when he turned his finger around, curling it back up against her and rubbing against her in all the best places. He pulled out then slid back in, pumping her slowly. Soon, he added another finger, and her toes curled from the pleasure. He went at the perfect speed for her, just fast enough that she could rock her hips against him without worrying that he'd slip and catch her with a claw. Sparks of pleasure shot through her canal, warming her body as he finger-fucked her.

He managed to fit a third finger in, but it stopped him thrusting as fast and he decided two was the perfect amount for now. He kept pumping as he brought his other paw to her clit and began working it through his fingers, twisting and turning it, and a second later she gripped his shoulder.

'Holy shit, I'm about to...oh fuck, I'm...n-nngghgh!' She couldn't even finish her sentence when her body suddenly exploded in pleasure, sparks wracking through her. She hadn't expected to orgasm, not from their first time together...heck, it was the first time she'd come from anyone except herself. But it was long-lasting and powerful and wonderful, making her writhe in pleasure as Dion continued playing with her. Soon she couldn't take it anymore and pulled his paws away, wrenching him up on top of her and smushing her muzzle against his. He grunted in surprise as she kissed him, hard, a paw against his chest. She was shuddering from the final waves of her orgasm and he held her tightly, accepting the kiss and opening his maw just wide enough for her to slip a tongue into. She explored his mouth, nipped his lips, licked his tongue...it was a sloppy kiss, with neither party really knowing what to do, but...it was perfect. It encapsulated all the reasons she loved him. It was a kiss both would remember forever.

He finally pulled away and looked at her with wide eyes. 'You kissed me.'

'I kissed you!' she grinned proudly. 'We kissed! Ohhh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for that.'

'Sounds like you've been waiting for a lot of things.'

She glanced down, ears twitching. 'I have.' She slowly tapped her fingers against his chest. 'I love you, Dion.'

He smiled and hugged her tightly, stroking her paw slowly through her hair. There was a long moment of quiet, and for a moment he was worried he'd upset her, but then she looked up at him with loving eyes and gently caressed his chin. 'Truth or dare?'

'Dare.'

'You haven't come yet.' She pressed her hips into him, feeling his half-hard cock against her inner thigh. 'Do you...want to...?

He tenderly lifted his hips away from her, navigating his dick so that it flopped safely against her hip. 'I don't know if we should. That's a big step.'

'I just sucked your dick and you made me cum into next week. I think we're already past that line.'

'But we're brother and sister...'

'I repeat my previous statement. Line passed.'

Dion rolled onto his back and put his paws under his head, staring up at the ceiling. 'Weird to think that a couple hours ago we were normal siblings.'

'We've never been normal.' She wriggled against him, lying on her side and resting an arm across his chest. 'You know, the floor is really uncomfortable.'

'It is', he agreed. 'We could've been doing all this on the lounge.'

'Or...the bed', she said slowly. He looked down at her and she pressed her lips together. Dion furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Then he sighed.

'Well, if I'm going to lose my virginity, I may as well do it on a beach holiday, with my sister, while my dad is out on a date with some bear we just met. That way no one will ever believe me if it comes up.'

Ashley beamed and hugged him tightly. 'You won't regret this.'

'Just go easy on me, will you? You owe me that.'

'I've literally had sex once, and it only lasted a couple minutes.'

'Exactly, so now you won't be disappointed.'

She giggled and picked herself off the floor, helping him up. They made their way to their shared bedroom, paw in paw, and Dion's head felt light the whole way. He wasn't sure quite what made losing one's virginity such a momentous occasion, but he decided it was almost poetic he give that honour to Ashley. They'd done everything together. Why not this? He was almost disappointed she couldn't be losing hers too.

'Alright, lie down and I'll...get on top? Or would you prefer me to be on the bottom? Or you could go in from behind, if you stand behind the bed.'

'Very spontaneous. We've got the rest of the week, let's just take it at our own pace for now. I'll lie down.'

All week... when he'd said that, Ashley's heart had blossomed. Her biggest fear was that this would just be a one-time thing. She didn't think she could stand getting a taste of her brother only for him to never want to touch her again. She followed him onto the bed and slid over his legs, keeping her weight on her knees. She slowly stroked his cock back into full hardness.

'You're not, like, in heat yet or anything, are you?' he asked.

'No, no not for another couple months, I think.' Red pandas, unlike many other animals, were late to get their heats. Most didn't begin until around eighteen to twenty, in contrast to mice and foxes who began as early as thirteen, and Ashley wasn't sure if she was looking forward to or dreading the event. That had been another reason for her resolution to begin her new relationship with Dion sooner rather than later, before her heat started. Because when it came, she wanted it to be him that she negotiated it with...using protection, of course. 'Are you ready?'

'Do it.'

She rose up on her knees, angling herself so that she hovered over her brother's hard cock. Her legs shook on either side of him and he put his paws on them reassuringly. She gave him a small smile and let out a shaky breath, positioning his length toward her. She slowly lowered her hips, until the thick head of his dick nestled between her drooling lips. Even just that was a heavenly sensation to them, and lusty heat emanated from both sides. They looked into each other's eyes, preparing themselves for this final act. Ashley gently rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against his cock in a slow and sensuous dance. With each rotation of her hips she lowered ever so slightly, his head pressing against her hole more and more firmly. Finally, with a gasp from both, the pressure became too much and he slipped inside her. Neither moved for a long time, acknowledging that they'd truly moved beyond simply being brother and sister. Now, they were lovers.

Dion felt the urge to thrust up into her, but let Ashley lower herself slowly onto him. It was a slow job, her pussy feeling tighter than when he'd been using his fingers. But as she rotated her hips back, entry became easier and she slid further down onto him. Dion decided it wasn't a bad thing she'd lost her virginity...with no hymen to worry about, both could simply focus on enjoying themselves without pain.

'You feel so big', she whispered as she reached his groin, her soft bottom resting against his legs.

'You feel hot. And wet.'

'There's a reason for that. You turn me on.'

Their half-hearted witticisms quickly died out as the sensations of being so connected sparked through their bodies. Her pussy tensed around him as she began lifting back off until only the head of his cock was inside her. She stayed there for a moment, then she slid back down, using her leg muscles to keep the movement smooth and slow. Dion moaned in pleasure as she fucked him, moving his paws to her hips to help guide her. The experience was unreal to him--like her mouth, his dick felt so completely enveloped, so wet and pleasured all around. Sure, he wasn't able to enjoy the benefits of her tongue, but he was able to look up into her beautiful eyes as she made love to him, and that in itself was better than anything she could do with her mouth.

'Why haven't we been doing this for ages?' Ashley moaned as she leant forward, putting an arm down next to him to support herself. She was moving mostly with her hips, rotating on his cock so that it rubbed against her insides as he slid in and out. The feeling was heavenly for her, incomparable to the one-and-done experience of her past. She liked how he held her hips, never letting her stop, keeping their rhythm going without feeling like she was being forced. Her pussy was still inexperienced, not quite used to the feeling and resisting ever so slightly, but the tenderness and care with which they mated sent not just orgasmic bliss through her, but a heart-aching love that soon relaxed her nethers.

Yet, as nice as this slow, loving sex was...both were starting to grow hungry. She'd only had one orgasm, he none, and as their libido began to take over their fucking grew more needy. Faster, more powerful, their moans and sighs being replaced by grunts and yips. Dion's paws tightened on his sister's hips and he began thrusting up into her, making her moan and double over in pleasure. Her breasts hung over him, jiggling with their movement, and he leant up and nipped her nipple. She cried out and grabbed his head, pulled him back to her breast and he sucked, never stopping his thrusting.

Soon Ashley's legs grew tired. She straightened up and tapped Dion's shoulder and he seemed to understand immediately. He flipped her over, almost aggressively, onto her stomach, and she raised her hips and swung her tail out of the way, flashing him with her sodden hole. 'Come on, fuck me!'

He gripped her tail and slid himself back in, gliding through her tunnel with ease. She pushed back into him, sheathing his dick to the hilt, then began rocking in and out. It took a bit to get their timings right, but soon each was screwing like true experts. Sometimes Dion reached over her, pressing his stomach into her back, and groped her breasts and added momentum to his fucking. Sometimes Ashley pulled herself up onto her knees so he was thrusting into her almost vertically, and pulled his arms around her belly. They tried it all, possessed with seemingly endless energy. When Dion turned her onto her back, began thrusting slowly and rubbing her clit with a paw, she came twice more. Not long after, Dion's grunts became breathier, more strained, and she knew he was finally reaching his limit. It was impressive how long he'd lasted, there was no doubt about that, and she was excited for him to finish. Not because she wanted it to be over...because she decided he deserved it for being a better lover than she ever could have wished for. There he was again, ruining sex for her--what was the point of doing it with others if it would never feel this good?

Dion was thinking the same thing. Nobody would ever be better than his sister. She was the perfect love, a mixture of submissive beauty and fiery dominance that she switched between in a flash. He'd had to alternate his positioning several times to stop himself coming, but now he had reached his limit. He let out a warning grunt and then felt paws grabbing his arms and pulling him down. He fell down on top of her, thrusting momentarily paused, and looked into his sister's eyes, wide and loving. 'Kiss me when you come.'

He kissed her. Their second kiss that night, and so far the best, powered by the overwhelming electricity crackling through their bodies. He thrust once, twice, then hilted himself deep inside her. His whole body shuddered as he came, thick ropes of hot, creamy seed pumping inside her. Ashley gasped into her brother's mouth, able to feel her pussy filling with his cum, spilling out around his cock and some even splashing onto the sheet. She locked her legs around him, not letting him out, raking her nails down his back as he gave her his final spurts.

When he finished, his head was light, his dick throbbed, and his back burned. He broke from their kiss and blinked away the fog. 'A little hard, Ash', he winced.

'Oh, shit, sorry.' She jerked her claws away from his back and cupped his cheek. 'I couldn't... hah... help it. Just felt right.'

'Yeah, sure', he panted. 'Hurting your brother is just your thing, I suppose.'

'Only if fucking him is my thing now too', she giggled and pinched his cheek. He rolled off and curled up next to her, his dick slowly leaking into her fur. She ran a finger through it and grimaced. 'This stuff is going to suck to get out.'

'Should we go have a shower?' Dion asked her sleepily.

'We can do that later.' She put an arm around him and squeezed him tightly. 'You sound tired.'

'You really took it out of me. I give you an A.'

'I came three times, so you definitely get an A+. You know what that means though, right?'

'What?' he asked softly, nuzzling his muzzle into her neck. She smiled and held his head tenderly. 'It means you gotta perform just as well as next time.'

'Mmn hm', he chuckled, and he felt his sister tense slightly.

'Will there...will there be a--'

'There'll be a next time', he confirmed, and shut his eyes. He didn't see the smile on her muzzle, or the shimmering of her eyes, or her wavering lip. But he felt the love practically emanating from her chest, and he held onto that, because it was the thing he valued most in the world.

And then someone walked past the open bedroom door and several things happened simultaneously. The figure paused, backed up a step, and two brown eyes peered in. Dion shot out like a rocket, all tiredness gone, diving under the covers of the other bed. His sister wrenched up the sheets, covering her naked body, then flipped half of it over with her leg to hide the rather large mark their lovemaking had left on it. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house, and their father's voice called out 'Anyone still up? If not, Esther's worth it so get your butts out here and meet her.'

The bear had seen them, there was no doubt. Her long fur was silhouetted in the orange hallway light, and both saw her wink mischievously and put a claw to her lips. Then she called out, in a voice smooth and calm, like that of a comforting carer, 'they're in the bedroom sleeping. Separately.'

'I should hope so!' their father laughed, and then he too appeared in the hall. He reached in and flicked on the switch, and his children groaned and squinted from the sudden light. The knowledge that they were both naked under the sheets was the second most terrifying thing Dion had ever experienced. The first most terrifying thing was when his father said, 'Oh, Ashley, why are you in your brother's bed? And vice versa. Is this for a bet or something?'

Dion saw the bear's eyes widen and she coughed, a paw delicately coming up to her muzzle. She'd had no idea they were related. She must have assumed they were partners accompanying one of their fathers. Their dad turned to her with concern and patted her back. 'You alright? Just a moment, I'll get you some water.'

He disappeared and his date stared in at them. She seemed to be searching for words for a long time, until finally she settled on, 'I'm Esther. It's...nice to meet you.'

'I'm Ashley.'

'Dion.'

'We're not having sex.'

Esther grimaced and waved her paw in front of her, clearly a little put out of place. 'No, of course you're not. That would be wrong.'

'Please don't hate our dad. He really likes you.'

Despite everything, the bear quirked a smile. 'He said that?'

'He's said a lot of things about you', Dion told her. 'All good stuff. He hasn't stopped.'

Esther took a deep breath in, then let it back out. When their father came back with a full glass, she was back to her calm self. 'Let's leave them be, they were having an early night apparently. Lots of things to do tomorrow, I hear.'

'Yes! We're going to the beach! Again. It's...pretty much all we've done. Will you join us?'

'I'd love to, if...you two are okay with it?' She grinned at them and the two graciously encouraged her to tag along. She gave their father a gentle kiss on the cheek, then waved her paw again. 'Wonderful. I better head back home, Richard. Come by tomorrow and pick me up? I can show you around.'

'We'll be there'. Thanks for tonight, it was lovely.'

'Likewise. And seeya you two. Don't get into any trouble.'

Richard left to see her out, and the two siblings looked at each other. Ashley clenched and unclenched her paws. 'Alright. So...she definitely knows we were fucking.'

'What the hell are we going to do?'

'Could we wipe her memory or something? Maybe if we knock her just right, she'll--'

'That's dad's future wife you're talking about assaulting!'

'It's not assault, it's just...aided memory impairment.'

Ashley sat up and turned to him, the blanket falling down to her belly. 'Was this a mistake?'

Dion shook his head firmly. 'I don't think so.'

'Good. Good, because I really, really want to screw you again. Like, so bad.'

'Probably not a good idea.'

She flopped back into the bed. 'It sucks. When are we going to get another chance?'

'We could arrange some more dates between the two.'

'I don't think Esther's going to let us out of dad's sight for the rest of our holiday.'

'Then we should wait until we're back home to do anything.'

'That would be best.'

'And even if we have a couple minutes in a changeroom together, or we find a secluded spot at the beach, or we wake up before dad, we can't risk it.'

'Nope.'

'So we're going to be well behaved until then.'

'Yep.'

They didn't say anything else. Out by the main door, they heard their father farewell Esther and then pad back inside, heading straight to his room and shutting the door. A long moment of silence. And then the sound of covers shifting, and the gentle padding of soft feet on the floor, and then Ashley was climbing into his bed.

'You're unbelievable', he whispered.

'Unbelievably good at sucking dick', she whispered back.

'No way am I letting you do that right now.'

'Truth or dare?'

He let out a long sigh. But for all his theatrics, his hard cock betrayed his true desires. 'Alright, you got me. Dare.'