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Kyra and Timo didn't mind the fact that privacy was harder to come by, those days.

Living with the pack, Kyra knew how hard it could be to find a minute alone, much less a minute with just one other person in the picture, but that morning, she was reliving an old tradition that would yield plenty of delicious treats for the other members of the pack, when they were finally home.

"Got all the ingredients?"

"Mmhm! Everything we need is right here on the counter."

Timo was the other necessary ingredient for the tradition: as much as they hated growing up in the house that they did, Kyra and Timo used to love waking up early on the weekends to put together a meal for their family...and though their siblings and parents didn't seem to appreciate the gesture all that much, the other members of the pack were always delighted to come home on a Saturday, greeted by the delicate scents of sweetened batter and caramelized sugar.

Each delicate, saccharine note was filling the air, well before the griddle itself was actually turned on, or the batter was properly beaten together.

"You sure you aren't missing something?" Timo asked, looking over Kyra's shoulder. His eyes took stock of every ingredient needed for their famous recipe, but where baking was supposed to be an exact science, he was of the mind that there were certain intangibles required to achieve the desired flavor.

They knew the measurements by heart, such that they didn't need to reference a cookbook to know that they'd put in the correct amount of each ingredient; what no cookbook could capture was the subtle chaos that came along with creating a proper batch of pancakes.

"I suppose I am missing one ingredient," Kyra acknowledged. "But you know I can't get it without you."

There was a reason that every batch of pancakes tasted just slightly different, beyond the mysticism associated with the cooking process.

Even when a recipe was scrawled with pencil into an old, tired notebook and passed down from generation to generation, everyone handled the ingredients a little differently, everyone had a different technique in their wrist for mixing and combining...

...Everyone had a different approach in the kitchen, and for Kyra and Timo, it started with avoiding the mess, as much as possible.

Timo didn't have a scrap of clothing on him, but Kyra came prepared: she didn't want to risk her outfit for the day being covered in flour and batter, but she didn't want those messes getting into her fur, either, prompting an apron to cover her breasts, just below the gap of her cleavage.

The more excited her brother was by the sight of her bodice, the better the pancakes would taste. She knew there was no basis for that belief, short of the endorphin rush altering the sensitivity of her taste buds, but she was perfectly fine with the superstitious idea that their pancakes wouldn't be so delectable, if not for the sweet tradition that came before their creation.

"Good thing you remembered that you needed the cream," Timo joked. "Last thing anyone wants is a dry pancake..."

"Nothing stays dry around you for very long," Kya teased right back, leaning right into her playful nature, all while her elbows came to rest on the counter. "Not that I have any problem with you leaving me nice and wet..."

The sibling pair were close with each other for as long as they could remember, but how close they were was the matter of note: their incestuous beginnings were rooted long before they'd gotten away from their oppressive, hateful family, and those antics continued long after they'd taken their own, unique pathways in life.

Though there was a little more time and distance between them anymore, Kyra and Timo still made time to be with each other, and when they were alone, they never skipped a beat.

"Comes with the territory when you're making pancakes," Timo pointed out. "You're bound to make a mess sooner or later...and the harder you try not to, the worse it's gonna be."

Already, Timo was taking his sister up on the obvious invitation of her arched back and rolling ass. As each cheek popped, her body weaving from side to side in a smooth, enticing sway, Timo took another step toward her, only to see the fluff of her already curled tail lifting further out of the way.

Timo came in close, letting her naked rump settle against the base of his sheath...but that did nothing to stop Kyra's slow, easy gyration. She knew they had the house to themselves all morning long, and eventually, they'd have to do some actual cooking, but in the meantime...she was more than happy to draw out the process of preheating the oven.

"No one ever made a good batch of pancakes without making a mess," Kyra noted. "The bigger the mess, the better the batter, I say."

Draping his palms over her hips, Timo asserted his agreement with a tight, steadying grip. "Feels to me like the batter is ready," he claimed. "Already nice and thick; you don't want to overdo it."

As much as she took to running, Kyra had plenty of tone about her backside. She put the muscles of the same flesh to good use, popping her ass against Timo's standing lap and forcing the tip of his cock to emerge from stubborn hiding.

"Overdo it? But we just started mixing it up," Kyra played along, finding their baking pastime was the perfect opportunity for pun after sensual pun. "I don't think we'll have to worry too much about that, Timo...in fact, I think we're a little under mixed, right now."

Rocking her hips against his tight, stubborn grip, Kyra pumped her ass from side to side once more, letting the full, supple weight of her cheeks cushion on either side of her brother's growing cock.

He had plenty more to give than what she was able to feel, right then; she wouldn't settle until she knew she had every inch of his member throbbing against the underside of her tail, but even then, she wouldn't stop until she felt those same inches filling her out and prepping the essential cream that they'd mentioned before.

That never went into the batter, of course--the twins knew what a waste it would be, not only to alter their old recipe, but to let a single drop of Timo's cum end up anywhere other than the eager depths of her womanhood.

If she was lucky, she might be able to save a quick sample for her lips and her tongue, but right then, there was no question what part of her body was feeling the greatest sense of hunger.

"If you're so sure of that-

" Very sure," she interrupted.

"Then keep...k-keep mixing it like that," Timo changed sides, encouraging his sister to bounce and roll the weight of her backside against his growing shaft. "I think we're almost ready for the next step."

Paws that were content to sit on her hips gave up on controlling her pace. They showed a much greater interest in the soaking petals of Kyra's womanhood as they came around the edge of her thigh and dipped against the neatly kept fur just above the spot; as much as Kyra was content to indirectly tease her brother's flesh, Timo was just as happy to rub firmly above her clit, but not quite upon the spot.

Taking time and following the instructions was an important part of the process, but the twins were pushing each other, turning their fun and games into a true exercise of patience.

Every long, slow drag of Timo's thumb brought him a little closer to flicking that warm, skillful digit over the hood of Kyra's clit, but he was intent on making her admit that she was ready for them to take things a step further, as if he was waiting for her to admit that he was right about their being ready to get started.

Kyra had seen through his motivations, but as she leaned on her forearms and bucked straight back at Timo's hips, she felt the first dribbling of his precum spilling down the crack of her ass and tickling at her pucker.

"Oooh...f-fuck..."

As distant and subtle a tease as it was, it still weakened her knees, such that she leaned completely into the counter, pressing the weight of her breasts on the spot and leaving herself open for a new, frustrating tease.

"If you're still not ready, we can always start mixing the actual batter," Timo mentioned, pretending that the ingredients on the counter could actually feel the neglect of the incestuous pair. "I know we've got plenty of time alone this morning, but I think the rest of the pack might be disappointed if they come home and there's nothing to eat."

Timo thought he was getting the better of Kyra all the while, but a quick lift onto her tiptoes and a wider spread of her thighs turned the advantage back against him in an instant.

"The only thing that's getting mixed right now is my pussy, Timo. Get to it."

She didn't have to be so aggressive with her brother to get what she wanted, but she knew how much Timo had a dominant spirit in the bedroom, no matter who he was paired with.

Kyra was one of the few who could keep up with his dominance, and when that faltered, she matched his stamina blow for blow, even when it had been weeks since the last time they crossed paths.

"You sure we aren't skipping a step?" Timo asked, though his body ignored that question, letting his hips adjust as he grabbed the base of his cock.

Lining up the shot and resting the tapered, canine tip of his member against Kyra's drenched petals, it was only a question of whether Kyra would buck herself against her brother's stubborn length, or if the standing husky would lean his weight into her body and force her to cling to the counter for any semblance of balance.

As fate had it, Kyra was feeling just strong enough to throw her hips back, and luck was on her side as her brother crashed down against her, their bodies meeting in a contest of force and passion that ended with both siblings trying to stifle a gasp.

Neither one wanted to admit that they were giving up control; they took their roles in the kitchen very seriously.

"Nope...n-not a single one," Kyra confirmed. "Bury your whole f-fucking cock into your sister and rail her over the counter...that was definitely the next step."

Digging her claws into the grout and pushing herself up from her forearms, Kyra took a tighter grip of the counter with her open palms, giving herself the needed leverage to push back against Timo, no matter how much force came with his next thrust.

He wasn't pulling any punches.

"Good to know you've still got what it takes to handle my hunger in the morning," he said. "No one gets the job done quite like you do, sis..."

It was a sweeter thing than Kyra expected to hear of her brother, doubly so in the heat of the moment, but she wouldn't allow those words to break her.

Instead, fingertips clutched the counter that much stronger than they did before, mimicking the stronger, tighter grip that her inner muscles held around her brother's cock.

"And no one knows how to mix me up inside the way that y-you do," Kyra shot back, letting her own affections drip with a greater layer of lust. "No one else knows just how I like...m-my pancakes..."

"Good thing I've dedicated the recipe to memory..."

Timo arched his own back for a moment, but his shifted posture allowed him to press his chest into the middle of Kyra's back. His sister was more than capable of holding up his entire frame, but he was giving her a little extra relief, letting her legs take a break as his own picked up the slack and did more than their share of the work.

Thanks to that, his arms could wrap around the middle of her torso and hold her close, pulling her body further into his own in a posture that was true to their canine roots.

"Can't forget to handle these," he carried one, letting one palm stroke up the length of her abdomen and right over her torso, only pausing when his fingertips cupped the underside of a soft, swinging breast. "No pancake recipe is complete without a little milk..."

As the uncle of her children, Timo knew that Kyra wasn't lactating any longer, but to squeeze her nipples between his fingertips and pretend that a little sample might come forth was a treat for him, and more a turn-on for her than she would have guessed.

She was already at such a blissful peak that she couldn't imagine one higher, but as she lost her grip on the counter and slumped into the floor, the husky gave up entirely on trying to match Timo's pace.

"Fuck...T-Timo...you really aren't gonna let me help, are you?"

"I think you've already done more than enough."

"Mnnnf..."

Pressing her face into the cool, soothing tiles for a moment, Kyra hoped that she might find enough relief to slow herself down, but she knew she was already on a crash course for her first orgasm of the morning.

Trying to stop then would have been a fool's errand.

"Fine then," she snapped, her voice toeing the line between frustration at cutting things short, and satisfaction at the impending climax. "High speed, Timo...pour...p-pour that fucking cream inside me..."

Right until the very end, Kyra was playing along with the idea that they were just a couple of twins, making breakfast for the rest of the family; just the same as the very first time they'd done so, they were getting carried away together, the same way they had every year before.

"Good, good...you remembered the most important ingredient," Timo joked, sticking right along with Kyra as his arms locked around her hips, trapping her under his mounting weight. "Let's make sure none of it spills out..."

Pushing up on his footpaws and planting himself with a wider stance, Timo drove down and in with his cock, burying the full weight of his flesh into his sister on the first pass. Confident with that new posture, he gave another, deeper thrust, and as the stifled whimpers of the pinned husky turned to overt, pleasured moans, Timo picked up the pace, little by little, until it would have been nigh impossible to tell them apart from a pair of heated, feral dogs.

If the rest of the pack had come in early, they would have made the same comparison, but privacy was preserved a little while longer for the eager siblings. The curtains were drawn over the patio doors, the windows were too high for anyone to look down and in, and the ingredients weren't going to say a word of what they'd seen.

"Damn...Timo, y-you...you're getting so fucking deep..."

"I know it's been a while since we did this, but don't tell me you forgot what it's like to do a little baking with your brother."

Kyra's lips spread into a wide grin as her body fought a hard, blissful struggle with every thrust. "Not at all, but it's been far too long since you stopped by to help me with breakfast...y-you really need to come over more often, Timo."

"I'm free next Saturday."

"Book it," Kyra demanded. "And s-stop teasing me; we both know you can go faster than this."

Timo was in elite company, in that regard.

Having taken such good care of himself, keeping pace with Kyra was no struggle for him. Going one step faster than she could handle was, however, a difficult task...but one well worth the effort that came along with it.

His body crashed down against hers as his toes curled into the floor; already, they'd completely lost count of how many minutes had passed, or how many times the full, delightful weight of Timo's sack had bounced against the inside of her thighs.

The extra pressure that came at the peak of each thrust was like a natural vibration when the mounting husky reached his peak, and finally, Kyra found herself reduced to a quivering, gasping mess as her brother overtook her.

"Valiant effort, sis...b-but...this hardly counts as a victory..."

She felt the wonderful, familiar pressure of his knot against her petals, and immediately, inner muscles fluttered and relaxed with uneven speed, letting her brother know that he'd brought about her climax, even before she could announce it.

The weight of that bulge slipping in and filling her was a greater satisfaction than any pancake they'd ever made, but the final breaths of their romp did work up an insatiable appetite.

"You're making me cum...a-all over the kitchen floor...f-fucking my brains out...how is this not your victory?!"

Moaning all the while, such that she could hardly glean his response, Kyra was resting in a small puddle of her own drool, her tongue hanging over the side of her jowls as she tried to look back at Timo--she wanted to convey her disbelief however she could manage.

"Doesn't count...w-when...when you wanted me to do this," he explained, just as the full flesh of his knot sealed their bodies together.

There was, for a moment, peace: the pap of his sack against her mound and the louder tmp of his hips against her backside faded, allowing the pair to listen only to the canine whimpers and heated breaths that passed over their twin lips.

Inside, there was no sound to follow the sudden, gushing flood of Timo's cum pouring into his sister's body, but her expression shifted to a lazy, silly grin to confirm the same...and it only widened further when she took her immediate revenge.

"That's it...e-every drop, brother," she ordered, but as his yield completely flooded her passage with the needed cream, she added an extra ingredient to the mix.

Feeling such internal pressure, she could hardly help letting a trickle of pee leak from between her legs, but when she clenched her inner walls on her brother's flesh and milked it internally, his reward was a stream of golden juice, pouring back down over the hanging flesh of his sack and soaking the inside of his thighs.

"...You know this recipe doesn't call for lemonade, right?"

"I'm improvising. Thought you wouldn't mind."

Timo snickered. "Not at all," he confirmed, as the growing puddle tickled the tired flesh upon his knees. "I love it when you try something new with me, sis."