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An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Seven

> If I told you that I once went toe to toe with a gang of neo-Nazis, and that I have managed to make an enemy of one of the most powerful men on the planet... would you believe me?

> No. You're pretty far right, and it's totally sexist to say, or imply, that only men are powerful.

> Unfortunately, in this world, they are. It's ugly, and nasty, and outrageous--but, for the moment, it's true. And by the way, I'm pretty staunchly left at this point.

> Bullshit. You can't have far left beliefs when you don't have beliefs.

> Touché, my friend. Touché...

Homework done. Dinner cooked. Pushups pushed, CS patched, laundry dried and folded, studies studied.

This was perfection. At least it had been, not that long ago.

Nick found himself alt-tabbing from one useless browser screen to another, back to the original. He couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Couldn't conceive of anything but how pointless and stupid this all was.

Not that long ago, he'd have been relaxed. Content, almost. And he'd have whipped out his dick, jacked it to hentai, then boom-headshotted to glory for the rest of the evening.

Now, he had his dick out. He even stroked it, now and then, to his favorite hentai manga of all time, good ol' Helping Brother by good ol' Kisaragi Gunma. He loved that album, had lost many a load to it. And only now did he realize, he didn't like it because it was a fantasy, he wanted it because he wanted it to be his reality.

He didn't just want to fuck his sister. He wanted to be with her.

She was so close to him, and yet, so fucking far. He was her brother and she hated him, she lived and slept a room over but they never saw each other. She was the queen bee at school and he was the weird loner nobody; she was an unmatched slut and he was still more or less a virgin.

She was the sexiest, craziest, smartest, cutest, most bad-assed-est bitch anywhere, ever. He was sitting at his computer, trying to get hard to a hentai he already knew by heart.

Fuck. He didn't even need Sarah--he could settle for someone. Anyone with tits and ass--even Cs, or Bs, maybe even As. Julia, Tori, anyone; if he had a voucher he'd have gone back for another massage, but she'd fucking turn him away. He knew it right now, he could see it right now.

Hey, babe, how about a rub-and-tug?

And then she'd cutely shake her head at him. Tell him that that wasn't what he really_wanted. She'd say, "if there's _one thing you want... one person... don't let her slip away. Don't let anything else be more important than her, if she's your number one."

And here he was. Sitting passively, letting Sarah slip through his fingers.

She was going to get the job. Of course she was. Even if the company had a problem with her personal life, they'd wave it, because she was that awesome. And if they didn't, she'd go back to Orlando, find the CEO at his home, suck his dick, and get it on video, and then she'd get the job, because she was that sexy, and crazy, and smart, and bad-ass.

He wanted her. He wanted only her. Sure, if she was fine with it, he'd fuck others on occasion, and she was more than free to do the same herself, and Hell yes they'd fuck them together. But what he really wanted was... stability. Safety, comfort, passion, and love. He wanted Sarah to get the job--he wanted her to kill it, and go overseas, and swim on the coast of the shittiest, tiniest, ugliest spat of island a thousand miles in the Pacific and come home to her. He wanted to be her copilot, to be the best freaking father to six kits of their own, and another six fosters.

He wanted to run an ultramarathon. Work his way up to the CIO of a huge corporation.

He wanted her to suck his dick, and then he wanted to kiss her on the lips. And then he wanted her to...

"Huh. Funny," Nick said. "Helping Brother isn't doing it. But that fantasy... that distant, impossible, ridiculous dream... that did it.

"And now, I'm going to beat my dick while crying," he heard himself say, "like the pathetic, passive, useless, hopeless loser that I am."

An edge crept into his voice. Almost jarred him from doing what he was doing. Almost prompted him to get up, and call Sarah on the phone, and find a way to get to where she was--wherever she was--and do the unthinkable. Do the crazy.

But it wasn't going to work. It was way too fucking crazy to work.

And besides, he could beat it now. Helping Brother wasn't helping, but his fantasies were. And that, coupled with the wet slobbering sucking sounds from next door, along with several masculine moans were...

Nick hissed a curse. Fucking Sarah fucking. Of course she was. She was going to leave soon--this would be one of her last nights here.

There was a yelp and a moan at the same time--Nick's brow furrowed until he understood.

Of course. This was one of her last nights here. She didn't have time for one on ones. Only group sessions.

Nick rubbed his eyes with the back of his paw. Then he got up, left his room, and, dick in hand, peered through the gap his sister had left in the door.

"Been a while since we've done something like this, huh, boys?"

She grinned up at them both, each of their cocks in her paws. Though she was naked from the waist up, she wore a pair of lacy white panties as if to maintain a boundary. As if she had boundaries with them.

The horse reached down to grab himself a handful of tits. As he did, she jacked him off a bit quicker and kissed at his powerful hand. Meanwhile, the bull tugged her hair back and ground forward until at last, she took him into her mouth.

"Fu-u-uck," he hissed. "I missed your mouth so much."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!" was Sarah's enthusiastic response. She turned to face the bull and looked up at him as she inhaled through her nose--then took him down to the base of his groin with barely a gag. She held him there for a moment, the head of his cock at the base of her throat, then pulled back with no more than a slight wince, leaving his cock covered in lubricant.

He reached down and jacked at himself, leaning down to make a show of trying to kiss the vixen. But she was already slobbering over the horsecock at her left.

This one was a lot bigger than the bull's. It was a head or so longer, but fat enough that she could barely handle it. Grinning up at him, Sarah began to lick and kiss over his cock, using plenty of tongue and even more spit.

"I missed this cock," she said sweetly. She kissed the base of the horse's groin and jacked him off, making him even thicker--and then she took him into her mouth.

This one took more than a gag or two to throat. And when she backed off, the lubricant his cock was covered with was a lot... messier. She grinned triumphantly, and then proceeded to love on the horse's balls for a moment, taking his hips into both of her paws, and leaving her bull partner woefully abandoned.

"Fuck, I love big cocks," Sarah hissed. She buried her face, her nose against the horse's groin, shamelessly nuzzling against his cock, blatantly favoring it over the still huge bull's.

In moments, she nuzzled her face under the horsecock and planted a series of open-mouthed kisses over his balls. She looked up at him, some (but not all!) of her vision blocked by his thick meaty shaft, and managed to get both of his nuts into her mouth for a moment. When her equine partner threw his head back and moaned, she knew she'd done her job--and finally turned back to the bull.

In doing so, she saw that her door was cracked open. Maybe more than a crack. And the light she'd have expected to leak from it was blocked. Blocked by something--someone.

She grinned. Turned back to the bull and jacked him off with both hands, before sucking submissively at the head of his cock.

But she wasn't getting into it like she normally did. She wasn't the shameless slut about it like she normally was, tossing her hair back and forth and looking into his eyes and moaning, fingering herself as she throated his cock. She did some of these things--somewhat--kind of--but it was more like she was going through the motions.

Like she wasn't really that into it.

Then she seemed to glance at the door--and her passion was awakened.

Now she was getting into it. Now she was moaning on his cock and touching herself, and throating him to the base. Now she was gagging, loud and long, and spitting on his cock. She looked up at the bull with a challenging grin, and that was when he reached down to slap her across the face.

And that was when he barged in, cock in paw, paws fisted, ready to fight. Forget that they were each twice the size of him--he was twice the size of them. And more importantly, they had just beaten on his sister.

Nick snarled something then, that he never heard, that they never heard. They were too intimidated by the weapon in his paw, and so was Sarah. Things got heated, almost to blows, when she winked at him--grinned--and got back to servicing her bull.

It was... all in jest. All in lust. Yeah, he had slapped her, but it wasn't hard enough to hurt. Just enough to... sting.

"Ah, hey, Mikey," Sarah said. She looked up at the bull and the horse in turn. "Hey, guys, you remember Mikey, right? He was my fuckbuddy, way back when. We lost contact a while ago, but I invited him back, because... well..." she glanced meaningfully at his cock. Jacked off her two partners and wiggled her belly, her body, in an absolutely jaw-dropping shake.

"Yeah... yeah... hey, Mikey," the horse said distantly, as Nick stepped closer, absolutely staring at the gyrating vixen.

"Nice, um... yeah..."

At this distance, it was clear that Nick was easily bigger than the horse. Much longer, and significantly thicker, too, and this intimidated the equine. He shrunk back, and shrunk, until Sarah continued to jack him off. But the whole while, her eyes drifted back to Nick, and his bulging, straining, enormous cock.

The kit continued to jack off as Sarah jacked her partners off. Now and then, he ground forward, stepped closer, as if daring Sarah to touch him, to kiss him... but something held him back. Something held her back. It was an invisible, unshakeable, yet profound boundary, and neither of them could break it.

So she put on a show for him. And oh, what a show it was. It was an exhibition... a demonstration. She didn't let herself gag, didn't let herself wince as she throated the bullcock, then the horsecock, then both at the same time. And the whole time, she scarcely took her eyes off of Nick, and his huge cock.

In moments, she had the bull moaning, and grinding forward desperately, precumming heavily. The horse was too, though his cum was more watery, less viscous and healthy. Nick, meanwhile, was besting them both both in terms of quality and volume, and now, hornier than he'd ever been, he was absolutely massive. Terrifyingly so.

And Sarah was intimidated. Just as much as she was intrigued... excited. She leaned toward his cock, staring at it, jerking her partners off faster and faster--

One after the other, they exploded over her face and bare tits. Well, mostly her face. There was enough thick and mixed white cum to coat the vixen's cheeks and some of her forehead, and the bull glued one of her eyes shut, but her tits got no more than a few drops here and there.

That was until Nick stepped forward. Until Nick came.

The kit was a one-man bukkake squad... he coated Sarah from her hairline to her tits and then some, gluing both eyes shut and waxing-on her cheeks. She moaned and in doing so, she opened her mouth--which he filled once, twice, then a third time. And then, for the first time, he stepped forward and ground his throbbing oversensitive cock against her face, rubbing his and her previous partners' cum into her fur... into her skin.

"You look so fucking sexy, babe," said the horse, or the bull, the siblings couldn't tell and it didn't matter--it was true. Coated by her own little brother, Sarah was a cum goddess, and the thought of that--

She came hard, so hard that she saw stars. When she came to, she was still kneeling before Nick in her panties, panting, kissing up at his cock. The bull and the horse were gone--Nick had asked them to leave--and his deep, powerful post-orgasmic voice allowed no disagreement.

He was still hard. She was still panting and beautiful, covered in cum and sweat, positively radiating the scent of sex and her own orgasm.

"Nick," she breathed. "Nick, I--"

That was as far as she got. Because that was when the kit dropped down to his knees, right in front of her, and kissed her on the lips.

Not a peck. Not a smooch. A full blown, all-out kiss. He held his sister and hugged her, and kissed her hard. The cum on her face and in her mouth turned him on, if anything, made him kiss her deeper, and harder, and longer. And the longer he did, the harder he got, and the longer he got, until his cock was pressing hopefully against her belly.

She pushed him back. Panting, she looked him up and down, caressing his face in her velvet-soft paws.

"Nick," she breathed, "you're slim... you're fit... you're young, and fucking smart, and cute, and silly, and friendly, and selfless, and you just kissed me on the lips after I sucked another two guys' dicks. Nick, I think..."

She paused. Seemed to quiver, looked away from the kit's eyes.

"Sarah?"

"Nick, I think we need to stop this. All of this, right now," she said.

"What?" the kit heard himself say, stunned. "But... why?"

"I... got the job," Sarah said. "I'm leaving... and soon. And I'm not looking back," she said.

"This is a good thing. It's time for me to do what I want... what I really want... and not be distracted by sex, or..." she nodded at the kit's cock.

"I _want_this job," she said. "I want to kill it, and go overseas, to the shittiest, tiniest, ugliest spat of island a thousand miles in the Pacific. I want to become a freaking pilot, be the best freaking mother to six kits of my own, and another six fosters.

"And then I want to run an ultramarathon. Work my way up to CEO of a huge corporation. And the whole time, I want to love only one man.

"And Nick," she said, "that man isn't... it can't be you. You're too young--and you're my brother--this is impossible, and wrong, and--"

"I understand," Nick said. He smiled the strangest smile she had ever seen. It was handsome, at a glance, but... it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"No worries, Sarah. Sorry for leading you on," he said. He grinned. Leaned forward to kiss her once, then stood up, cock thoroughly soft by then, and pulled up his pants.

"Well, enjoy your farewells," the kit said. "If you need me, I'll be... I don't know. Somewhere, I guess. Goodbye, Sarah," he raised his voice over her protests and the next minute, Nick was gone.