The Interrupting Cow
This story is based on a knock knock joke, which you will learn quite soon. In this world, clothes at home are more of a personal matter. Wear them if you want, or if you're cold. Otherwise, no one gives a second look when you don your birthday suit. (*cough*I might*cough*) Also, in this world, a dragon and a cat can be full-blood siblings. Don't ask questions. I would say, "Or there will be punishment," but I know where that would lead...
This was just meant to be a quick distraction I wanted to see how much I could get done in just one hour. So here it is, yo. Enjoy. I hope my kinkiness does not scare you away. (I'm ever so lonely.)
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She prowled up to her older brother. With feline grace and silence, she moved in for the strike. He didn't even know she was there till she pounced, and!
"Knock knock!"
"Oh! Jade, you startled me."
"Xavierrrrr..." she whined. The dragon sighed and put down his books. Once the excited kitten got her eyes on some treat or another, she never let it out of her sight, until she had it in her grip. He had no choice but to humor her, or else she'd pester him until he graduated high school. (Which would have only been half a year away, but still, he doubted his sanity would have lasted that long.)
Picking her up and setting her on his scaled lap, he spoke directly into her ear, "Who's there?"
She giggled, rubbing her two feet together and her shoulders against her neck. This was how she fidgeted when she was excited. "The interrupting cow." Then she giggled all over; so hard that she shook from head to soft, padded toe.
"The interrup--"
Just before he could finish asking, she leapt up, shouting, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and ran out of the room, screaming with laughter.
The black and green scaled dragon chuckled to himself as he watched her go. The majority of his scales were black, but his chest, belly, and crotch were green, as well as his claws and palms. He ruffled his long green hair, then scratched one of his ivory horns. He could honestly say he did not see that coming. He turned back to his books, thankful that she wouldn't be bothering him again. Or so he thought...
Just as he found his place, he heard the slow creek of his door opening. When he turned around, there she was. Upon being caught, she crossed her arms and huffed, "You heard me! No fairrrrr." She stood in the middle of his doorway, stark naked; cream colored fur on display for all to see. Xavier didn't have to wear jeans, socks, and a loose fitting T-shirt, but he liked to, so he did.
With a smirk, he closed his book. Annoying as she was, he couldn't be cross with her, not even for a few minutes. (Well, maybe a /few/ minutes.) He chuckled again when he asked, "Hehehe, so, what do you want this time, Jade?"
"Knock knock."
He sighed. "Again?"
"Knock. Knock!"
Another sigh. "Very well...who's there?"
"The interrupting banana."
He was already grinning, "The int--"
"BANANA!"
And again she fled in a terrific fit of hysterical laughter. This time, though, she kept the door propped open wide. Xavier noticed this, but it was helpless to fight. She'd be back. But not until he turned around and opened his book and got just right back to where he was before.
The dragon sighed, turned around, opened his book, and got just back to where he was before when he felt a small pair of arms wrap quickly around his neck. Mocking surprise, he gasped, "Oh my! Who could be there?"
She gave a mock chiding tone, "Xavierrrr! It's me!"
"Oh, Jade. Who would have guessed?"
"Oh, you," she swatted him lightly on the nose, her soft fur tickled. "Hey Xavier."
"Yes?"
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"The interrupting pancake."
"The interrupting pan--"
"DON'T EAT ME!" and once again, the bouncing furball ran out of the room, fast as an adolescent giggle, giggling as hard as a teenage dragon.
Xavier had kept his finger just at the right spot this time, so he was ready when he dug his nose into the book. He found his place right away, and kept on reading. And reading...and, hey! He actually finished a whole paragraph! What was going on? He turned around, half afraid he would be pounced at; right to the face! But instead, Jade, the slender, young cat stood in the doorway, ears pressed back and head hanging down. She grabbed at her fingers with her other fingers, which were being grabbed on and figeted with by the first fingers.
"Oh, Jade...what's wrong?"
"Say...you would never eat me, would you?"
"Of course not! Well, at least, not that way."
"What do you mean? You would eat me?!"
"Aah! No no no! I just meant...well, never mind. You're not even old enough for such talk."
"But, you said you'd eat me, just not that way."
He chuckled, "Oh Jade, you're too sharp for your own good. 'Eating' is just a nickname for something else. I would never eat you, and I would never do that something else to you either. It wouldn't be right."
"Oh..." She was quiet for a while, but she walked up slowly to her older brother. "Well, if you're not gonna eat me...then..."
"Yes?"
"Knock knock!"
Facepalm. "Ugh, I guess I have no choice. Who's there?"
"Interrupting fence."
"Interrupting--"
"FENCES DON'T TALK!" she shouted and was just about to run, scream-giggling into the night, when her brother stopped her.
"Hey, wait. I have a joke too."
"Huh?" she turned her upper body to him, but kept her legs still. The twist showed off not only all her curves, but her flexibility. For a moment, all manner of sick, twisted, crazed, horrible, lustful, sex laden, delicous, delightful, sweet, pleasureful thoughts surged through the dragons head. But, he blinked, and the nude kitten was now sitting on his bed.
"Damn, she's fast," he thought inwardly. Trying to block out the images his head had just been flooded with, he silently cursed being born a dragon. A dragon's libido was the most terrifying of all. Whether a gift or a curse, this was always a matter of thick debate.
"So...you're joke?"
"Oh shit," he thought again. The momentary loss of composure had made him forget. "Quick, think of something..."
"Uhh...knock knock..."
"Who's there!"
"The...the...the interrupting..." he paused and gazed upward, trying to remember what he was gonna say before, but he ended up just saying the first thing that popped into his head. "...Tickle monster!"
Jade smirked, when she went to ask this next sentence, she meant it in a, "Why that?" sort of way, not to complete the joke. Nonetheless, when she opened her slick little maw and blurted out, "The tickle monster?" her brother rushed off his chair and carry-tackled her onto his bed, where he knelt on top of her and began tickling her into submission.
"Aahahaha! I'm the tickler!"
"You...haha...mean...hehe...the tickle monster?" Jade managed to splurt out between fits of overpowering laughter.
"Don't question the tickle master!"
Once Xavier saw tears of laughter starting to form on her eyes, he knew to stop. She laid there on the bed just trying to catch her breath. When she had enough of it in her lungs to speak, she panted, "Knock knock."
Xavier was a tad out of breath too. Holding that little energetic thing still was hard work, especially when she was kicking around with all she had. "Who's there?" he panted as well.
"The kiss fairy, who interrupts people by kissing them."
"The kiss fairy, who interrupts--"
And she, rather predictably, wrapped her arms and gave her brother a cute little kiss, right on his snout. Then, finally tired, she flopped back and just laid under her musky brother. In her tiredness, she muttered queitly, "I love you, Xavier." He didn't let the restful silence last long, though.
"Hey Jade."
"Hmmyeah?"
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"The interrupting kiss fairy."
"The--"
Wasting no time, the dragon went in for the kill, planting his lips right on hers and giving her a long, deep, passionate kiss, the likes of which she had never experienced before. If she was at all tired before, she was wide awake at this point. There was something about the reptilian tongue squirming around in her mouth and the constant contact of lips that made her tingle with a pleasant feeling in her chest. Just as she closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss, and reached her soft, silky paw up to stroke behind his head, and began returning the kiss, Xavier suddenly dropped her, breaking the kiss and walking off.
She bounced on the matress as she saw him fluster out of the room. He was obviously distressed, but she didn't know why. "He must be having mood-swings," she remembered warnings that her mother had given her about the dangers of growing up.
Xavier stormed into the bathroom, "God, what the fuck is wrong with you? You disgusting perv, that's your own sister! Would you just think with your head, and not with your cock for once in your life?!" The black and green scaled dragon was being a bit harsh on himself in his frustration. In fact, he was usually quite well composed; shunning lustful thoughts away when they plagued him.
Perhaps that itself was the cause of this sudden uncontrolled behavior. You see, a dragon has a passionate lust that burns in his heart, much more than an average fur. Things that would normally seem unsexy to others are suddenly the hottest things in the world to a dragon, and sexual images pop into their heads at the most inappropriate of times. Culture had some leniency toward this fact. For instance, hardly anyone bats an eye to a dragon with a public boner. But Xavier's lustfire was so well controlled. Maybe the years of coming of age without the hyperaction that his psyche needed was beginning to take its toll. Whatever the reason, Xavier sat on the toilet seat, tears streaming from his slit-pupiled eyes.
He was afraid.
Afraid of what he might not be able to control himself around his sister. It wasn't enough that he got these thoughts around her all the time, no, "But she just /has/ to go nude as soon as she gets in the house, doesn't she?" he muttered in a mix of anger and frustration. He took a deep inhale through his nose and tried to calm down.
"It's fine...I'm under control." He slowed his breathing and cleared his head, like he was so good at, before trying to asses what his next course of action would be. He was afraid to say anything more to Jade, or even look at her, so he thought of alternative methods. "I'll just go out and have as much sex as I can. It shouldn't be hard, plenty of people should want...ugh, that's no good," he dismissed those thoughts as he remembered how he had turned down every sexual offer he had ever recieved. It wouldn't do well for the reputation he had worked to build if he just went out an banged anything that looked at him twice.
"Okay, so that eliminates strangers. Who do I know can keep a secret that is also willing to let me stuff 'em?"
Unfortunately, a dragon who focuses on studying and avoids sexual encounters is thought of as a major nerd, so Xavier's circle of friends happens to be quite small.
"Ugh! There's only one person I can think of. I can't really just expect one person to let me take out all my sexual frustration on him. Actually..." Xavier remembered the eccentric ferret who satisfied every definition of being weird, "...He might actually like that..." This particular ferret was Xavier's best friend. Both of them outcasts, they had been drawn close in isolation from others. If there was anyone who Xavier trusted to take a sexual beating on his behalf, and keep quiet about it, no one else would do.
"Okay, I'll go see David tomorrow. Good thing it's Friday, so he should be free all day...we'll need it. I hope he doesn't freak out when I ask...ugh, no. I can't second guess myself. Besides, we're best friends." Another flash of guilt across the dragon's mind, testing his resolve, surfaced. This time, in the form of the question, "Are you really going to have your friend submit to your sexual whims, even if you end up being too much for him?" (Xavier was, by no means, a little dragon.)
When images of the ferret tied up and spread wide on his leaking cock or on his knees struggling to fit the dragon in his maw flashed his mind, all hesitation left. "Dude, I never thought of Dave this way. Of course I'm gonna go through with it. Besides," he remembered the ferret's unique personality, "He'd definitely enjoy it. So, it's settled. Tomorrow, Dave's gonna help me get rid of all this tension."
When the dragon looked down, he noticed he was sporting a rather firm erection. Maybe all this sexual imagery perhaps? "Ugh, I guess I'd better take care of this for now."
He leaned back, holding the seat with one hand, gribbing his length with the other. Even in his own paws, his fingers hardly reached all the way around at the base. His head was tapered, but the shaft was mostly the same thickness. It was no surprise to him, though. He started pumping his own length, trying to just get off quickly and then go to bed.
The dragon just scanned his mind for sexy thoughts, not really carring what was going through his head, as long as it got him off. However, after a few minutes of feverish pumping, he actually felt himself go starting to go limp. "Ugh, well that's no good." Thinking more with more focus, he began to select and choose his fantasied. Eventually, his visions all became ferrets of some kind or another. And then they became his best friend, David, doing all sorts of low, vulgar things just for Xavier's pleasure.
The kinkiness of seeing his best friend in such positions obviously hit whatever switch the dragon was trying to press. His cock became rigid quickly, and after just a few more minutes, he was getting really into it. Precum dribbled from his tip in lavish spurts. "Ah...hah...I'll have to be sure to ask him to try some of these," the dragon made a menal note of some of his favorite positions as he felt himself coming close to climax.
But then! Just as his green palm was about to become a green and white palm, he heard a moan that he was not expecting. "Ooooh, big brother~"
Suddenly, the sub in his vision changed from ferret to cat, the moans he had been drawing forth melted from male to female, and the hips which he was gripping, feverishly trying to cram a cock into, that held a hole that was much too small, became those of his sister, not his friend.
Even though he stopped with his hand, the image alone was enough to send him careening over the edge, whether he liked it or not.
Out of breath, and more than a little disappointed in himself, he cleaned up his mess. Because he had removed the physical aspect of his little private adventure, he didn't actually cum all that much. The mess was easy to clean. As he slowly padded back to his room, he muttered such cursings to himself, such as, "You monster, you practically shagged your own sister."
He didn't go straight back to his room. Instead, he did some other chores, just to distract himself. He started some laundry, threw something in the oven that would be done just as his parents got back home in about an hour and a half, and then went out into his car to look for a CD. When he found it, he turned the car on for a bit, just to give it a listen and make sure it was the right one. Good, it was. Off goes the car, and back inside goes the dragon.
He was feeling better. He had practically forgotten all about his sister. Until he went back into his room and found her there, still naked, on his bed.
She was mashing something into her face, but he didn't get a good look before she very quickly stashed it behind her back, he was looking elsewhere. From her tone, he could easily tell that he had surprised her.
"Oh, Zave! I...err...you're still here?"
"You thought I would leave you here alone?"
"Well, I...uh, heard the car. I just thought you were going out for a bit."
"Well, I'd never just up and...wait, what's that?"
He saw the familiar scrap of cloth hanging out from behind her. Try as she might, she was a petite build, and things hiding behind her were easily spotted. "What? Oh, this? It's nothing. Just my hands."
"You're about nine years too early to be trying to lie to me. Get some more experience first."
"Whaaaaat? It's nothing. No, no! It's nothing!" she became more and more excited the closer the dragon came to reaching behind her and pulling out...
"My underwear?!"
She started crying. She wasn't sure if she'd get in trouble, but the fear of it, mixed with the embarrassment of being caught huffing on her older brother's used undergarments was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"Hey hey hey...why the tears, kit?"
"You're...you're not mad?"
"I don't even know what the heck you were doing. How could I be mad? Wait, you weren't trying to pull a prank on me, were you? Who's your accomplice?"
The dragon was only teasing, but in order to prove that she had no ill intentions, the little one thought the best thing to do would have been to tell him what she was really doing. "No way! I would never! I was just..."
"...Just what?"
"I so sorry big brother! It's just that you smell so good, and you never notice when I do it anyway, and I thought you were gone, you weren't suppose to know, and--"
"Wait...what? I smell good? What does that have to...do...with..." his words slowed as his eyes ventured to what he was holding in his hand. "You were sniffing my boxers?!" His surprised tone was easily confused with anger to the young kitten, and she started crying again.
"Hey hey, I'm not mad. You don't have to cry. I was just...well startled."
He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away. "I don't believe you. You're just saying that."
"I'm not!"
"Prove it," she muttered from under her crossed arms.
"Uhh...prove it?"
"Yeah," came a muffled reply.
The dragon wasn't sure how to respond, but he had the feeling that she would keep crying if he wasn't convincing. "Err...well. If it proves I'm not mad..." Xavier stammered, not sure how she would react to this, but he decided to go through with it, "...here. You can keep...uh...doing whatever."
She lifted her head from her crossed arms, trying to see if he was just tricking her. "I can?"
"Err...sure, yeah."
He extended his hand, offering the well-worn article to the minute girl, but she just gave him this look contention.
"What now?!"
"I can't if you're looking."
"Oh...well..." he turned his head and covered his eyes. He quickly felt the underwear being taken, and heard rapid, shallow breathing that had a sweet, young undertone to it.
Xavier didn't turn back around at first. He just sat there, listening to his sister smell up his musk. It wasn't until he heard a stifled moan from the girl that sounded too much like one of pleasure that he dared turn his gaze on her.
She didn't even notice; her eyes were closed. Both hands were covering her face, and between them and her nose were his boxers, the crotch right over her face. Xavier's pulse rose, but his breathing slowed. He simply watched, curious about this new developement.
"You like that?" he muttered quietly; almost a whisper.
He saw her shift it into one paw and lick at it, before she mumbled, "Mmmyeah."
He crept closer, posed on one knee and one hand. The other leg extended backward for balance, along with his tail, and the other hand reached forward and pressed the used cloth against her nose ever so softly.
"Do you really?"
"Mhmm" she whispered, grabbing on to his forearm, pressing it and what it held, firmly into her snout. After a deep inhale, she sighed out, "Yeah..."
Xavier didn't realize he was getting hard again. He sat crosslegged next to her and slipped off one of his socks, and slipped his hand into it. "Do you...like this too?" Their words were harried, out of breath, and quiet. Like this moment was contained in a bubble, and if they spoke too loudly or too rushed, it would pop.
When he trailed the sock over her face, she focused all her attention on it. Almost dropping the boxers, though she still held them in her hands. She reached for it with her nose, taking a sniff each time. "I do..." He pulled it just out of reach each time, watching her as she held her jaw just ever so slightly open.
He finally dropped the sock down for her, allowing her to press her face against it, gasping for its scent like a fish out of water. As Xavier trailed his fingers over her sweet, gentle face, his erection became more and more prominent, but it was the furthest thing from his mind at this particular moment. He dipped his fingertips into her lips, wetting the toes of the sock with her tongue.
"And the taste?"
She didn't say anything, but she started licking his palm, and its sweat and musk laden passenger. She sniffed and kissed, and occasionally bit the sock and pulled on it playfully. After only a couple minutes, she pointed to his feet without looking away from the sock in her face and mumbled, "Other one..." in a whisper-murmur.
Without any delay, he quickly pulled the other sock off and gave it to her, taking the boxers in his hand. "Do you like big brother's musk? Do you love it?" he said, with a bit more strength behind his words and rubbed his musk all over her face. Sometimes, he would trail down and wipe the sweaty articles on her neck and chest.
"Mhm...I love it..."
With every second that passed, their encounter became more and more intimate. He occasionally replaced his clothes with his lips and kissed her, only to give her back his musk. Her senses of touch and smell were being overloaded, and she was in ecstacy.
Eventually, Xavier sat up, with her tiny footpaws in front of his muzzle, which his tongue danced over. She laid back, just in front of him, and he brought his legs up so that she could return the favor for him. While he could hold one silky, cream colored footpaw in one hand, just one of his footpaws was bigger than her face. However, she certainly did not mind in the slightest, as you would be able to tell by the way she buried her face in them. She was like a mad wolf, starved and being offered bloody meat, while he was much more reserved, taking his time to savor his meal. In the end, the dragon was more cat-like that the cat herself.
He stopped to actually look what he was doing. There he was, on his bed, with his sister sucking on one of his toes, while his mammoth-like dick jutted forward and drooled love making juices all every which-way. And then he noticed that she, too, was dripping pleasureful juices. Her slit was almost soaking. After a few blinks, he gave it. It wasn't a futile despairing sort of giving up. It was more like he no longer had the peace of mind to say no. Kind of like going back to sleep the moment after you wake up. It takes a lot to resist the urge, and Xavier was tired.
For the first time since they had done away with the clothes all together, including the ones that were on the dragon's own body, words were spoken, "Hey Jade...knock knock."
She didn't even turn to look, but she stopped licking and kissing the sole of one of his feet for long enough to mutter out, "Who's there?"
"The person who interrupts you by making you feel really good."
She wasn't even paying attention. With one long lick that went from his heel to the tip of his green-clawed toe, she responded, "The person who interrupts you--" and then she gasped when she felt it.
Xavier had put her legs down, one to each side of him, and pressed his finger against her tight, untouched folds. He put just enough pressure to get her to be interrupted, but he didn't just stop there. He traced his way up and down her fragile slit. He found her clit and pinched and twisted it ever so slightly. Finally, when she was out of breath, he dug his index finger into her swiftly and suddenly, without warning.
He felt her virginity soon after, and heard a whimpered moan. He pulled his finger out and pushed it in, over and over again. He contemplated whether he should use more fingers. Let her get used to being spread wide before he eventually did just that using his massive shaft. "Nah," he thought to himself, "I want her to be as tight as possible." The thought of her squirming and writhing as he forced his giant tool into her snatch drove him in his manual ministrations of her slit.
She shuddered over and convulsed with her first orgasm ever. "Damn," Xavier thought, "It's too bad her first didn't include my thick cock splitting her wide open. It would have felt so good to have her clench around it, rather than my finger." He wiggled his finger around, teasing as she continued to convulse, feeling just how much tighter she became.
"Oh well, there's always next time."
Xavier had kept his finger just at the right spot, so she wasn't ready when he dug his nose into her folds. He enjoyed her smell and taste, being so bold as to let his tongue venture into her depths. The stimulation must have been a lot, for his little sister almost screamed with a great moan of pleasure. He lapped her clean, stealing all her juices for himself. She did, after all, belong to him now. She was his for him to use, to torment, to please at his leisure. She belonged to him, and he owned her.
"Oh, Jade. You're gonna have to get this nice and slick for the next part. Go ahead and suck it. Try to get all the way to the base. You'll have to use your throat."
Out of breath, and still recovering from just earlier, she looked at the sheer size of his prick. She didn't understand the concept of a deepthroat, but when she looked at it, and imagined having it in her mouth, she couldn't imagine more than a few inches fitting, and even then, her imaginary jaw was stretched impossibly wide.
Nonetheless, when she opened her slick little maw to blurt out a complaint of disbelief, her brother, her new owner, grabbed onto the back of her head and jerked it forward, burying his shaft till the tip tickled the back of her throat. The sheer width of the massive tool pushed her tongue out of her mouth and spread her jaw wide open. She began drooling, and instinctively swallowed, even though most of the drool was running down onto Xavier's shaft.
She couldn't quite explain her emotions. There she was, her jaw struggling to contain a grown dragon's length while it continued to press forward, further than she thought she'd be able to handle. It hurt just ever so slightly, and yet...she wanted more.
If she had the space in her maw to purr, she would have. What came out instead was a whimpered moan. Her brother looked down at her and smiled. "You like that, do you?" She nodded. "Good, maybe you'll like this then, too..."
He then took one scaled hand and placed it on the back of her skull, pressing firmly. Her eyes went wide as the tip of his shaft threatened to invade even her throat. And just a few moments later, it was no longer a threat. Two moans resounded the instant her throat muscles gave way to the intrusive flesh; one of them young and stifled, and one of them mature and gravely.
In truth, the dragon's own pre had already copiously lubed his shaft. It would certainly make this next bit easier for the girl, but she never had to "get it nice and slick" like her brother said. Maybe he just wanted to see her writhe and squirm as he slipped his shaft into her throat. Maybe, he even wanted some of his slick pre to be removed, so that the real act would be that much more intense. Either way, Xavier had already begun to face fuck his younger sibling while I was going on during this last paragraph.
She meeped and murmured and tried to pace her breathing so that she would be in synch with the times when her throat actually had enough room to let air pass through. Thankfully, her most benevolent brother, face fucking her as he was, never pushed her so far that her jaw would stretch painfully wide. He did not use his whole length on her, much to her relief. He must have really cared for her. Or maybe it was just a convenient side-effect of their position.
Either way, pre was leaking from her nose and mouth, and little tears were forming in her eyes as she felt the ebony obelisk slip into her throat, making her gag around it, pleasing her brother and driving him on. She whimpered and moaned at the rough treatment, but could swear she more slickness around her nethers.
Xavier noticed this too. "You naughty little thing! Who told you to go and let yourself get all juiced up again? Oh well, it probably wouldn't fit otherwise." He lined his cock up with her opening and was probably right. Even now, he could barely jam the head in, but that was all he needed. He grabbed her hips with hands that dwarfed them, readying himself. Then, in one quick jerk, he thrust his hips forward and pulled her hips to him.
She screamed, being spread open so much so suddenly must have been terrifyingly pleasureful for her. Even as her virginity was broken and she winced in pain from it, she wrapped her slender legs around him and tried to pull herself further closer. Xavier looked down and frowned, "Damn...I was hoping to hilt you in one go. You haven't even taken half of me. Oh well, I knew it was too much. Not sure why I even thought it would be possible."
Jade started sobbing silently, tears streaming down her cute little face. Xavier thought it was because he sounded disappointed, "Oh, no no no! I'm actually really impressed you could get so close to the halfway mark on your first go! Look, only a few inches to go, here..." And he pushed down on her shoulders and crammed with all his draconic strength to forcefully stuff the last few inches needed to reach halfway. "There! See? Halfway!"
Jades eyes were wide and her mouth agape. She tried to mutter something or other, but she was panting and moaning too heavily to. Not that Xavier would have cared much whatever it was. The soft tear streaks had grown heavier. And, though at first it was just from the sudden and forceful intrusion, the longer Xavier sat there and just enjoyed her tightness, feeling her walls contract randomly and compulsively around his shaft, the more she really became disappointed that she couldn't accept all of him.
With a tired arm, she reached down and split her fingers in a V around his shaft that was spreading her pussy beyond what it was meant to take, and tried to spread her lips even wider, to try and coax more of him into her.
"You're years too early to be trying to take all of me. We need to get you some experience first."
And with that, the older brother began withdrawing his cock, just to shove it in. Again and again, he withdrew just to pound his little sister again. She couldn't stand it. She felt like she was gonna break, and yet she wanted more. This friction of emotion was too much, and she had her second orgasm, and this time, it was indeed with her stretched wide around Xavier's cock.
"Damn, she's tight," he thought, feeling her contractions like ripples along his length. She had gone through so much just to please him, but it wasn't enough yet. She would have to endure just a little more, but she would be more than happy to, right? After all, he was her big brother, and he owned her now.
While she was still squeezing tight, he pounded her with a renewed inspiration. After all, these contractions would only last as long as her orgasm, and he didn't want to miss them. The fact that he might be able to climax at the same time as his young sister was a plus, but it wasn't paramount. No, the priority went to his pleasure.
Either way, he began ravaging her. His cock pistoned in and out of her little slit more quickly than ever before. Again, overstimulated, the girl arched her back and just took the pounding. (Not that she had much choice but to take it.) Thankfully, the onslaught didn't last long. After a short while, he grabbed onto her shoulders and thrust with all his might, an act that actually managed to stuff one inch beyond half-way into her.
His legs extended all the way back, and his back arched. He roared upward as he came, filling her tight hole with rope after rope of his seed. Unlike before, he was now overstimulated, both physically and mentally, and he came buckets. Her poor body was forced too endure one more favor for her older brother as he filled her with an ocean of white, slicking up her insides thoroughly. She felt thoroughly used, thoroughly violated, and thoroughly owned, and she was content. She began to purr as she saw her belly swell slightly from the amount of seed being pumped into her by her brother's hose of a cock.
He collapsed onto her, muttering all kinds of loving nothings, and continuing to leak sperm into her well-used body. She used her tired and shaky paws to pet his head with was nuzzling her chest. They really loved each other. But now their love was taken to a whole new level, and neither of them regretted it. In fact, they were both probably making plans for the next encounter of this sort.
When his orgasm had finally subsided, he withdrew from her fully for the first time since he entered her. Some of his cum had leaked out before, but now it was practically drooling from her. He slicked his finger on her lips, picking up as much cum as he could, then brought his fingers to her face, wiping his seed on her. "I love you, kiddo."
"I love you too," she panted just before he stuck his cum-laced fingers into her mouth.
Not much later, she laid there on the bed just trying to catch her breath, with her brother laying peacefully next to her with his eyes closed. When she had enough of it in her lungs to speak, she panted, "Knock knock."
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Haha, even though I only meant to write this up in a one hour limit, it ended up taking much much more than that to finish. I guess I got carried away. Hmm...you don't mind though, right?
Anyway, this story actually offers an insight to my kind of humor, cause I actually found the joke really absurdly funny when I first heard it.
By the end of the story, I had decided that, in this world, males take the species of the father, and females take the species of the mother. So that's how a dragon and a cat are siblings. Notice how I set this up for a sequel with Xavier going to visit David? Ahaha! Don't get you're hopes up.
No, I'm joking, I might eventually write that. But seriously, that was an accident. Anyway, this footnote is getting awfully long, so I'll just go ahead and finish it up: I had a lot of fun writing this story. Maybe you had a lot of fun reading it. That is all.