Wish Number One

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#26 of Complete Stories

It's just a stupid website with a genie asking what your wish is. Didn't think anything of it when I wished for 'the perfect girlfriend'.

But now my sister is in my room. She's naked. And she's calling me her boyfriend...

M (Deer) x F (Deer). Incest, dubious consent, fellatio, cum swallowing. 1880 words in 1 chapter.


Cover art by Lichfang. Used with permission.

I probably should've been looking for a job. I probably should've been doing a lot of things. But I'm not that kind of deer. My sister is. She's perfect. She reads books. She goes to law school. She has a handsome and successful stallion boyfriend. All at only eighteen. Me, I'm none of those things. Twenty-two years old, and here I am yiffing around on my mom's laptop instead of doing any of the things I _should_be doing. But what's the point? What am I gonna do, go get a job at some fast food place or something? I can't do that. I'd never last.

So sure. Let's see where this next stupid link goes. 'ThreeWishes.com'

It looks really dumb. Worse than I was expecting. Just a silly-looking gif of a 'genie' - a blue fox, who had ever heard of a blue fox? - and under that was a simple text box labeled with 'You have three wishes remaining. Make your wish here.'

Who'd fall for garbage like this? And what's the point? Is it some kind of front for collecting my private data? Just some dumb project by a beginner-level web design student? Is it going to go to some page and tell me to pay money in order to make my wish come true? Will it even _do_anything if I submit a wish? What a load of shit. I lean back in my chair, about to hit the back button. But then... Well, it's not like I have anything better to do, right?

Wrong. I have a lot of better things I ought to be doing.

But I don't want to do any of those things. At least not right now. Maybe later. So yiff it - I'll type in a wish and see what happens.

What should I wish for? Maybe this is just some dumb version of a search engine and it will take me to the kind of website I 'wish' for? Well, let's try something it can't possibly give me: 'I wish for the perfect girlfriend,' I type in. There. Let's see it do that. With the stroke of one key, my 'wish' is submitted.

All that happens is that the page reloads and the text changes to, 'Granted. You have two wishes remaining. Make your wish here.'

What a piece of shit website! It didn't do anything interesting!

But just as I'm about to close it, my door bursts open. "Devin!" my sister's voice calls out.

I groan wordlessly, turning my chair around and already dreading that she's going to ask me to do some stupid chore like take out the trash, clean my dishes off the table, or - shudder - go outside. When I see her, though, my jaw drops. "Willow! Why ... why the yiff are you naked?"

"What's the matter?" She leans against the door frame. Absolutely no shame in her bare body.

I look. I try not to look. I look again. Yiff it, why does she have to be so hot? Why does she have to be so perfect in every yiffing way? Why does she always have to be so perfect? That's such a familiar thought to run through my head that I don't even register it at first. But then I do. I glance back at the laptop screen. It's not there anymore, of course, but I remember what I typed in 'the perfect girlfriend'. And Willow is perfect, isn't she? No. No way. No way this stupid website actually did something. It's impossible. Literally yiffing impossible. Willow isn't my girlfriend!

But, of course, Willow is still there in my doorway. Posing provocatively. Entirely naked.

She's so yiffing hot. Of course, she's always been. But I haven't seen her naked since she was what, like three? And I was only seven at the time, so I didn't really appreciate what I'd been seeing back then. Sure do now_though. I gulp. My throat feels so dry. Willow's tall and slim, both taller and slimmer than me, with striking red eyes and cute little white spots on her cheeks. But what I can't take my eyes off now is her almost-white belly fur, stretching down all the way from her cheeks, over her modest but very well-proportioned chest, over her gorgeously slim and flat belly, all the way down to her _blatantly exposed pussy lips. It's like a roadmap of all the places I'm not supposed to look at. All the places my sister should never be showing me...

Apparently growing bored of just standing there, she starts walking toward me. Slowly. With one hell of a look in her eyes, like she know everything about me ... and somehow likes it.

"W-what are you doing, Willow?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She stops right in front of me, dropping to her knees in front of the chair. Her hands push my knees apart. "I'm sucking my boyfriend's cock."

"Boyfriend? But I'm not your--"

She unzips my pants.

"Willow, I'm--!"

I can't help it that I'm hard. And I can't help it that she _sees_how hard I am the moment she pulls the front of my boxers down. Before I can say anything else, do anything else, she's dipped her head down.

Oh yiff! That ... that warm, silky-wet feeling against my cock ... that's Willow's mouth. Oh yiff! Oh yiff! This is not_supposed to be happening! And yet ... yiff it feels so good! I've never been with a girl before. Never met one who'd so much as _look at me. I thought I knew what it felt like from watching porn and jerking myself off. But I did not know what it felt like. Not at all. This is so much different. So much gentler, so much more subtle, and yet so much better. I shudder uncontrollably as Willow bobs her head and hums cutely around my cock.

I ... I don't know what to do! This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening! But ... I can't stop it, either. I mean I could_stop it. I could pull her up by the scruff of her neck and push her off of me. But that's not really an option. Not when my sister's mouth feels _this good. Not when she's my first girl ever.

Oh yiff. My sister is my first girl ever.

And she's way too good at this. She _easily_takes my whole cock into her mouth, twisting her muzzle side to side against my sheath. Her dainty, cute muzzle, so perfect. And buried right down into my crotch, barely visible between the sides of my open fly. I can feel her tongue working at my shaft down there, and - Oh! Oh yiff! - she's touching my balls through my pants, gently rubbing them as if trying to milk the cum right out of me...

Yiff! It's working! I've never cum this fast in my life, but it's happening! I can't deny that. "Sis!" I cry through my clenched teeth. "Sis, I'm--"

I can't even finish saying it. But she knows what I mean anyway. And somehow, impossibly, her response is to pull back off of my cock until it's just barely touching her tongue, then look up at me with her mouth wide open, stroking my long, thin shaft between her delicate fingers. That look in her eyes! Like she's just longing for her brother's cum... I can't take it! I can't--

My cum shoots out like it's made of rockets, like it wants to be inside her mouth even more than she wants it there.

And I can't look away. I can't look anywhere_other than my perfect, beautiful sister's face as my cock unloads right onto her outstretched tongue, the streams of cum becoming gooey lines that glom together and pool inside her mouth. It's just like I've seen in those pornos ... and yet, also _nothing like in those pornos. Because in those, it's just some bimbo. This is my perfect, beautiful sister ... my perfect, beautiful girlfriend. The connection we share somehow goes beyond the lewdity and the incestuous wrongness of the act itself. I _love_her. I always have. I've never thought about it much, but I've always loved Willow. What I've always thought of as just a normal sibling bond is now so much more, so much deeper...

After the last few drops of my cum leak out into her mouth, she pulls back a little. For just a moment, she shows me the puddle of cum inside her mouth, as if bragging about it. Then she closes her mouth. Swallows. And when she opens again, it's all gone.

Holy yiff that's so hot... I only wish there had somehow been too much for her to handle, so that I could see it dripping down onto her perfect little tits...

Willow licks her lips. Giggles a little. "You're really tasty! Feel like doing some more?"

More? I... Well of course I _want_to! But my cock is still slipping back into my sheath. And ... I need some time to think. To process what's just happened to me. For a long moment, I can't say anything at all. I just sit there stupidly with my pants open and the tip of my cock still poking out of my sheath. "Um ... maybe in a few minutes?"

"Okay!" She smiles wide. Yiff she's so cute! "I think I'm going to go make a smoothie. You want anything from the kitchen?"

How can this be my life now? I do not deserve this! "Um, yeah ... a smoothie sounds great right now."

"I think I can leave the protein out of this one." She winks at me as she stands up and turns away. "I've already had a pretty good dose today, wouldn't you say?"

I can't say anything. My brain hasn't caught up yet. All I can do is stare, watching with blatant lust as my sister - my girlfriend? - walks out of my room and toward the kitchen. That ass of hers! So small and so perky, with her little doe tail sticking up above it! And she knows I'm watching. She never used to put so much hip-swinging into her step before...

Of course, she never used to walk around the house naked before either. And she never used to suck my cock before either. What the yiff just happened?

I look back over at the computer screen. 'Granted. You have two wishes remaining. Make your wish here.'

Yiff! It ... it really worked, didn't it? So what do I do now? I know the other two wishes need a lot of consideration ... but I also know that Mom's coming home in like an hour. Plus if Willow comes back in and is ... _distracting_like last time, I'll have even less time to think about the other two wishes. I can't just leave the page open. What if Mom finds it and uses the wishes for her own stupid stuff? Or just closes the page. I have this strange, sinking certainty that the remaining two wishes will be gone if I close this page.

So I just need to figure out what to wish for ... before Willow comes back with that smoothie.

What the yiff should I wish for?

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