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"Thanks Sis, appreciate the lift."

She reaches over and ruffles up his hair and then smoothly pulls away from the curb to home. Once at home she pulls into the driveway and they both get out. They make their way into the house, at this time it is ten in the evening and their mom was on the couch just watching TV wrapped up in a blanket. She paid them no mind as they made their way to their individual rooms. Alexander sits down in his computer chair and just leans back, enjoying what transpired. However about half an hour later his Sister knocks on his door and Alexander calls out to her to come in. She opens the door and makes her way into the room. Wearing a black silken night gown, Alexander stares at her unsure of what to make of the situation. And he could scent a faint sweet yet musky scent around her. He cocks his head, never having scented this from her before. She moves over to him then sits on the end of his bed. He allows his eyes to trace over her body, as he does she places something in his lap. He looks down to see a condom sitting on his legs. He stares at it for a moment, he understands what it means but his mind does not click in, because of the surprise that slows his mind down. He tries to figure out how to go about it. He opens up the condom and wiggles out of his clothing then begins to work the condom onto his cock tip. He rolls it all the way down the base and makes sure there is enough room at the tip of the condom. She leans down and inspects the condom closely to make sure that it was placed on properly. As much as she loves her Brother, she didn't want to have a child just yet. She places her hands on his chest and pushes him on his back. She giggles at his heated expression. His eyes roaming over her body, they stop at her crotch. She lifts her arms and grabs the back of the night gown and tugs it off in one pull. She casts it aside then crawls up on him, straddling his hips. She grabs the base of his cock with her left hand and holds it steady; she could feel his heart beat, rapid from his cock in her grip. This turns her on even more and her pussy leaks a bit of her juices on the tip of his cock. One of these days she would take him bare, but not today, she would need birth control. She brings herself down some and feels his tip pressing at her entrance. He squirms a little at the contact as she watches him, looking into his eyes. She wanted to see the expression on his face the moment he sinks into her. With a little push the tip sinks into her folds. She gasps out and feels her walls immediately clench around the tip. Alexander's face sets in a display of immense pleasure, he squirms slightly, panting as his Sister wiggles her hips back and forth to help sink his fat cock in deeper. With a whimper she pushes down hard and hilts him within her depths all the way. Alexander almost came but manages to keep himself together. This is the most intense pleasure he has ever had. She slowly takes him all the way up to the hilt, her pussy lips nestled against the base of his sheath. He places his hands on her hips; she places her hands on his chest and begins to rock her hips back and forth slowly. Alexander whimpers softly with pleasure and kneads her hips then grabs that firm ass of hers and kneads her butt cheeks. She giggles at his touches but loves it. She then begins to bounce on him, causing the bed to squeak and Alex to gasp and pant out loudly.

"A-ah Amy..." Alexander says between now tightly clenched teeth.

Alexander has no clue how much longer he can last now as the pleasure makes his toes curl and buck against her each time she presses down all the way against him. He moves his hands to rest them on top of Amy's which are still pressed to his chest. He keeps them and felt that pressure rising in his groin as he was getting ready to cum. He thought he would be able to last longer and bring his Sister to orgasm but it does not seem it's going to happen as he arches his back and bucks against her filling the condom full. Amy pats his chest as she could feel the slight warmth of cum at the tip of Alex's condom. With a swift pull of her hips she slips off him. She could tell Alex felt bad about cuming before she hit her orgasm.

"It's okay Bro, I was about to hit it anyways." She smiles affectionately to him. But at least she got rid of his virginity. He looks to her and then slowly pulls off the condom without splattering it and throws it in the trash next to his bed.

"Bring me the staff NOW!!"

The rather fat nerdy Husky screams out, slamming his hand down on the computer chair. One of his friends, or at least what he calls them scurries up to him and kneels down in front of the Husky presenting the worn looking staff, made out of a branch. Sitting atop the staff nestled into tight bindings is a multi faceted orb with pure energy glowing within. The pure black Husky pick up the staff and looks it over like one appraises a hunk of meat.

"Finally, the Staff of Ages is mine, all mine! With this I can return the world to a natural state and start the medieval time all over again. It will wipe out all buildings, all technology, everything."

The friend, who gave the Husky the staff, looks on him with horror. The Equine slowly shakes his head as if trying to clear the information out.

"Algernon y-you can't!"

Algernon sits forward in his seat, the ceiling fan lamp glinting off his thick glasses and stares at his Friend.

"I can and I will. There is no one here to stop me, least of all you Bucky. If you stick by my side I will give you lands."

Bucky watches Algernon with caution. They had been friends for a very long time, so he was apt to trust him. He then nods his head and sits down. Algernon carefully sets the staff next to his computer chair then turns around and continues the world of battle game he was playing, currently fighting to maintain a strong hold. Bucky watches over Algernon's shoulder and shakes his head side to side slowly. Real Life was never meant to be like this, was never meant to be just like a game. Bucky watches a bit longer then pulls up a second chair Algernon had in his room. The room is dark, lit only with a single desktop light by Algernon's desk, which is covered in junk and candy wrappers and discarded papers with red plastic cups. It wasn't long until Algernon began cursing and yelling at the losers in the game, that apparently because they are better than him they are cheating in some fashion.

Alexander could feel a sensation deep in his mind as he stares out the window. It is a stormy night, the wind driving hard, causing the trees outside to sway violently in the wind. Lightning strikes almost every few seconds with deep booming thunder, it is a surprise to Alexander that the power had not been touched yet. Usually storms this violent knock out the power in this neighborhood; however he could care less either way. Something about the violent power coursing the sky connects with him on a primal level. He isn't afraid of it and he always enjoys watching. The rain pounds mercilessly against the window, and the house. As he stares out the window, a bolt of lightning comes searing down hitting the lawn in front of his eyes, leaving a burning path in his vision. For some reason it did not hurt, and when it makes contact with the ground time seems to almost come to a halt. He stares directly into the bolt and it feels as if the power of the bolt harmonizes within his own body which begins to tingle as if the very energy is soaking through him. Then time comes crashing back to normal with sound and light. Alexander falls back on his bed and grabs his head as an intense pain start to build up. He squirms and thrashes, and smashes his knee on the wall hard causing a loud thud to sound out. He groans from the pain and grits his teeth. The pain began to become so bad it was soon all he knew. Pain, soaking his entire body, swallowing him, it was as if a partition inside of him was being ripped to shreds and two sides forcefully coming together. For an hour or two this is how it existed, in a world of intense mind warping pain. When the pain finally went away, he finds he has his eyes upon someone, their face blurry. He squints, they slowly come to, it is Amy. He smiles softly up at her; she is looking into his eyes making sure he was alright.

"Brother what happened?"

Her voice soft, full of worry, Alexander shakes his head, unsure of exactly what happened to him.

"I am not sure."

He searches inward on himself, trying to see if anything changed, and he could feel something down deep in his core. A connection with some kind of power, and he is curious of it now. The pain is gone at least, however it left him very tired and he doubts he can do too much else. He glances over at the clock and notices it is six in the morning, and then glances out the window, the storm still raging on. Amy follows his glance out the window.

"It's the herald to a hurricane."

She says softly and strokes through his black hair with a gentle smile. He closes his eyes then shakes his head side to side. That was the last thing they needed now was a hurricane. Sometimes they hit hard with no warning, as the emergency systems in most of the towns and cities had been cut because of bad government spending this term. So the program had to be pulled, and there was nothing no one could do about it. The sound of the storm however did not make him nervous, it more or less put him at ease, and being held by his Sister made him relax all the more, and in no time flat he slowly falls to sleep.

Alexander opens his eyes. He was laying flat on his back, however he could feel himself pressed up against Amy, and she was lying on top of him, sleeping soundly. He looks at the clock, it said eleven in the morning, but he could not tell that by looking out his window, still very dark, and very stormy, lightning flashing quickly and the wind blowing very hard. He could already notice branches down in the storm, he could see them lying on the ground between the flashes of intermingling lightning, amongst the powerful booms of thunder ringing through the dark. He did not know how long this was going to last, he could hear the TV on downstairs, muffled speaking in what he could make out to be a very calm voice. What was the reason for this sudden, un-announced hurricane? Didn't they usually get plenty of notice before it struck? He sighs and places his arms around his Sister. She looks so content sleeping on him like this. A little smile plays across his muzzle as he thinks about what they did, and what she did for him. It made him feel closer to his Sister than ever before. However he does not see her as a Mate, just his Sister. He hugs her to him, which didn't wake her, and he knew if there was a problem his Mom would wake them both, so he decides to close his eyes and go to sleep for a little while longer, before the Hurricane came up on them fully.

Alexander could hear the creaking and moaning of wood, even in his dreams, he opens one eye and immediately notices his Sister was gone as he became aware of everything around them. Gusts of wind hit the house like a giant hand; he was surprised to see the window of his room still intact. He wonders where his Sister went, and if she is okay. He shifts around to place his feet on the floor and stands up. He could feel the vibrations of the wind through the house, and he could hear the gusts of wind, and driving rain with intense thundering. He glances over to the clock, three in the morning. He makes his way out of his room and down the stairs to find his Mom, Dad and Amy sitting on the couch together. Why had they not woken him up? He sits down next to Amy; no one was saying anything, just watching the TV. Apparently the hurricane was almost upon them. This was going to be a very difficult few days, as the Hurricanes generally stall over this area and wreck havoc before disappearing a few days later. Alexander leans back on the couch, this was the second hurricane he has been through, and since then learned that feeling panicked and worried made it harder to cope with. So he would just relax and whatever happens, happens. He looks over to his Dad, his Dad smiles at him.

"So Alexander how have you been, have you and your sister been getting along alright?"

Alexander nods and looks over to Amy who smiles at him. Their Mom shakes her head with a giggle. They all look back at Dad.

"So I see, well good then, no more arguments and pestering."

Just then there is a loud gunshot like crack outside the house and a loud thud.

"One of the trees across the street broke it sounds like."

Dad says softly, the wind has increased to rather strong gusts with steady strong winds. The whole house sounds as if it is straining to stand against the wind. His Dad gets up and moves over to a bag he had with him sitting next to the kitchen table. He sets down an ounce of bud on the table.

"I'm sorry this argument occurred, Son. And I know the pain it put you through. Amy, I know you don't smoke weed, so this is really all for Alex. However for you I got you a thirty pack of White Loon. I know it is your favorite Beer. And for you, Ricka." He nods his head to his Wife. "I have this gold necklace for you." He holds out a very expensive gold chain with a small diamond charm on the end of it. She almost breaks into tears from it. He clasps it around her neck and slaps the bag of weed into Alex's lap and walks back to set the thirty pack in front of Amy.

"Since we don't know what is going to happen on this god forsaken night, we should just enjoy ourselves."

Alexander opens the bag and takes in a deep inhale. He mrrrs to the scent and mms.

"You got me white widow Dad that stuff is so very hard to get, how did you get it?"

Alex's Dad chuckles and ruffles his Son's hair. Amy already tore open the top of the box and had a Beer cracked open and was quaffing it down. She slams down the empty can on the package and leans back, hiding a burp behind her left hand. She giggles as she watches Alexander stick his nose in the bag and breathe deeply. He gets up off the couch and hurries upstairs to his room where he digs through his things to find a one hitter. He quickly plucks it free from his collection of cannabis supplies. He also snatches a lighter and makes his way back downstairs. He then opens the bag of pot and shoves a bud into the one hitter's open wide end. He holds the mouth piece between his lips and holds flame on the bud and inhales deeply with a faint crackling noise as air rushes through the bud bringing cannabis smoke into his lungs. He holds his breath for awhile, two to three seconds. He leans back against the couch and exhales, letting smoke pour from his muzzle. He rrrhhhs and closes his eyes. Despite the roiling oncoming hurricane, the powerful winds, lightning and thunder, he finds peace and is able to relax even more. He takes another long draw and lies back against the couch. His Sister is starting on another can of beer; Mom and Dad sit directly next to each other and cuddle. It seems this disaster brought them closer.