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Okay so having this posted for December 2007 was an unrealistic and overly optimistic target... well here it is now and personally I quite like it and I think it was worth the wait, but that's only my opinion of course.

Anyway Enjoy! The story... not this next bit, you probably won't enjoy this next bit unless you have some kind of WARNING sign fetish, which probably does exist somewhere in the world.

Warning: The following story contains descriptions of an adult nature. Those under the age of 18 should not read this story, for fear of how it might affect your fragile little mind. Yes, I am patronising you but you know who you are so leave now, I'm not joking. This story contains incest and should more than likely be avoided by people who dislike such things that come under that title. I cannot be held accountable for your actions beyond this point.

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He reached the door and opened it cautiously, silently twisting the handle until it pulled free of the catch.

He froze for a second, listening again for any more noises, but he heard none. He was about to slowly bring the door closer to himself, effectively sealing his fate, but he stopped himself. He made sure that only his head could be seen when he opened it fully and his lower half was completely hidden from sight, due to his nakedness. He drew in a lungful of air, bracing himself for the absolute worse. His little mind was on action stations and his body displayed his fear. His heart was beating out of his chest. He was perspiring all over his body, making his fur hot and clammy to the touch.

'This is it.' He thought to himself. 'You knew you couldn't hide it forever.'

His brain again failed to command his trembling paw on the handle to move. He had no actual will for it to end like this, in fact, a handy release of adrenaline made him try to think rapidly in order to come up with an excuse. He started to panic as the full reality of his situation took effect on him. Whoever it was outside that door had more than likely heard them, admittedly they were a little nosier than they would have liked to have been. He was sunk, how could he look anyone in the eyes after their secret was out.

He submitted to fates design, what was meant to be was what was going to be.

He opened the door slowly with a trembling paw, making the handle rattle. It seemed somehow darker outside in the hallway than in Hazel's room. There was no light anywhere; the curtains were closed so that not even the moonlight could penetrate the thick fabric. He squinted and blinked, trying to make out shapes in the blackness. But he only saw the dark, nothing else.

Feeling the coast was clear, he opened the door completely leaving himself totally exposed. There really was nobody there, just the empty dark space. He looked around each corner, up and down the hallway. Still he saw nothing, not even a single sign of anybody ever being there. It was all just his overactive imagination playing him for the paranoid sap he was.

"Mark... what's wrong?" Hazel's sleepy voice rang out through the night, startling Mark. He looked both ways again and made a confused little smile. He could have sworn he'd heard something, yet his eyes told him different.

"Nothing Hazel... go back to sleep," he replied, closing the door with a quiet click.

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Mark swung open the front door to the house, making it crash against the springy doorstop and bounce off with a twang. He trudged inside and closed the door behind himself. He kicked off his shoes not much caring where they landed and not much caring if Liz shouted it at him for it. He hadn't had a bad day, far from it, he was just exhausted. For a start it was a Friday, which would make anybody tired, but smile. What made it really special was the fact that it was the beginning of the summer holidays. Six weeks of killing his brain cells on his gamestation, television and of course Charlie. The long school year was finally over and customarily, all students in his school had been released an hour early, much to everyone's delight.

"Hey, is anybody home?" He asked the empty house. There was no reply, only the echo of his voice carrying through the empty rooms. Mark assumed nobody was in, just the way he liked it on a Friday. It would have been nice if Hazel had come home early from college, with nobody else around they could have had some fun, but he actually preferred this rare bit of solitude.

He breathed a sigh of relief, no more school, no more teachers and no more worries.

Before he got too comfortable, he thought about everybody else's day before he planned the rest of his. Hazel was at college and would not be returning home on the bus until about five. Liz and Derek were at work at weren't likely to be back before that time. That just left Charlie, it took Mark more than a minute to think where he was today. Then he remembered that he had found some part-time work at Liz's friends house as a handyman, putting in doors and whatnot for their recent renovation. He smiled widely for two reasons, one being he was completely alone for at least the next two or three hours. And two, he actually remembered what his mum had said to him about where Charlie was.

He threw his backpack down in the hallway, telling himself that he would sort it out later. He ran up the stairs in a blaze of happiness, jumping two steps at a time. He skidded along the landing and swung himself in to his room. Well it wasn't exactly his room anymore as for the past week it had been assimilated in to Charlie's room. Mark had to admit, this room had never looked so tidy. He chuckled to himself thinking about how there were no dirty boxers on the floor or game cases strewn about the place. It was interesting to know that his brother had gotten a sense of cleanliness in his absence. He could remember having to use a snow shovel to clear a space in the layer of clothes on the floor, just so he could get to his bed. When he was a little cub, he always kept his side of the room clean as he was under the lash of his parents all the time. Charlie was the messy one back then, but now Mark was old enough to block their parents out and ignore them. How times change, Mark was now the untidy one and Charlie was the neat one.

'Enough reminiscing, lets get to work,' he scolded himself for wasting valuable time. He prayed that Charlie had no need to go under his bed at all for fear of what he might have found.

He padded over to his uniformly made bed and crouched down. He crawled underneath his single bed and thanked nobody in particular that nothing had been moved an inch. Half way underneath, he found himself moving a few boxes and lifting up some aged boxers before finding an old friend. He pulled himself out and rolled up on top of his bouncy. He rested his favourite vixen magazine, vixen babes, on his belly and began to flick through. Every hot naked vixen he viewed, he compared to his sister. He felt a little guilty pawing off to girls other than her, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Plus she had already acknowledged the fact that he had magazines under his bed anyway, so she couldn't really be mad if he did.

He found one of his favourite pictures and his erection immediately started to grow out of its sheath. It was a picture of a completely nude orange furred vixen on all fours with her tail high up in the air, bent over on top of a navy blue vixen. The blue vixen lay on her back underneath and in between her partner's legs and had a paw on both hers and the orange vixens pussy's with a finger penetrating each one. The other vixen had her head nestled snugly in between the blue vixens breasts looking out at the viewer. Both of them had expressions of pure lust and want. The caption below read, 'join candy and blue for some sticky fun!' They couldn't compare to the real thing though.

Mark placed the magazine to one side and unclasped his belt. He slid it out from his jeans, throwing it to the floor. He dragged his trousers and boxer shorts down his furry legs, pulled them off his feet and they too joined his belt on the floor. He decided to take his t-shirt off as well, preferring to be in the fur and feeling the soft fabric of his quilt all over his back rather than just his lower half. He picked up the magazine once more and placed it on his stomach. Using his left paw, he held the publication steady and open on his chosen page.

His right paw encircled his ever-growing cock, slowly drawing it up and down. A quiet moan of pleasure escaped him as yet more of his shaft unsheathed itself. It was only moments later that he was massaging his full length. He scanned over the page leisurely, taking in the detail of each female's body, caressing one another. He stayed at a relatively steady pace, bringing his paw all the way from the base to the tip in powerful strokes. He let slip a heavy grunt as his penis twitched within his grasp. The smooth pads of his palms provided the perfect stimulant for his hard tool, gliding swiftly up and down. His mouth open, but only to suck in a short gasp of air as a sudden spasm hit him. Strong pleasurable feeling began to pulse throughout his lower region, like lightening striking from the heavens. As his orgasm neared, he began to paw off much more rapidly. His paw became nothing but a frenzied blurred of orange, creating the image of ten fingers. He started to pant furiously from his rigorous actions and groan deeply.

The doorbell reverberated throughout the house, shattering the quiet peace that Mark once had. He gasped and shot upright in his bed, going completely rigid. He was in total shock, his mouth open slightly and his eyes wide. The only part of him that was moving was his paw that was, for some reason, still frantically rubbing at his throbbing erection. Try as he may, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching a sudden climax. His creamy fox cum squirted from his tip and landed in quick succession all over his paw and stomach. His fur became matted with thick ropes of his seed, causing a terrible sticky mess. However he had no time to enjoy his orgasm as the doorbell rang again. He panicked, what else was there he could do? He was completely naked with his adhesive like produce all over himself.

He whipped a tissue from his conveniently placed tissue box and got to work on his first problem. A couple of tissues later he was clean, his paw smelt a little musky but at least it was spotless. He jumped off the bed landing with a thump. He grabbed at his boxers and hastily pulled them up, getting them twisted and knotted. He yanked up his jeans, causing even more of a knot in his underpants. The doorbell rang twice this time with a note of impatience. He applied his t-shirt over his head at the speed of light and looked a right state by the end of it. He threw his magazine carelessly underneath his bed, hoping that it didn't crease or rip.

He tore out of his room and flew down the stairs faster than he ever had before. By the time he reached the door, he was glowing red and flustered. Fortunately, cumming came with the advantage of him losing his erection or it might have taken even longer. He tidied up the more obviously messy parts of his clothes and fur, running his paw underneath his nose and catching a hefty waft of his cum. 'Mustn't shake paws with them!' He alerted himself, even though he didn't know who them was? He wasn't expecting anybody to be ringing the doorbell this early in the afternoon, but then again, somebody was ringing the doorbell.

He played it absolutely cool, opening the door briskly with a paw.

"Hey Mark!" The excited voices of two of his closest friends chimed from the doorway.

One of them was a male wolf named, James, but everybody just calls him Jimmy. He had thick black fur all over his body, except from the usual soft white strip that ran from his belly to his chin. He was more muscularly defined than Mark and had a good few inches on him height wise. The one place Mark beat him in size, which he knew of, was his big fluffy tail. Jimmy's was quite small in comparison. His eyes were a single tone lighter than black and his hair with slightly longer than Marks, but not by much. His heart was in the right place and it was tricky to find a better friend, although he could be a little rambunctious at times. Still, it all adds to his character as a fur.

The other friend was a feline cat girl named, Maria, but everybody calls her Mist. The reason for that was her unusually coloured fur. It was a delicate light grey all over, just like mist in winter. Of course, she had the strip of white in the same place as the others as well. She was exactly the same height as Mark meeting him eye level, average for her species, but Mark was short for his. Her slender body showed definite signs of development in her recent teens; her chest was easily visible through a t-shirt. Her long slim tail never stayed still, constantly swishing from side to side behind her. She had wonderful emerald green eyes and small triangular ears perched atop her head. Mark seemed to collect kind spirited friends, being one himself, as she was also warm hearted with a very lovable character. Her feminine appearance suited her shyness well as she would very rarely speak out, although she was comfortable around friends and would forget to be shy in their presence. But there was no mistaking her for a push over, she had a nasty scratch in those claws as many lads had found out after making unwanted moves on her. Nothing serious, they were just really pissing her off.

Mark's immediate reaction was to just stare dumbly at them, wondering why the hell they were around without calling first. His brain clicked into fifth gear and told him to say something.

"Hi guys, what are you doing here?" He questioned them with genuine curiosity.

"Can't a couple of buddies come to visit on this glorious day which just so happens to be the first day of our holidays," Jimmy grinned widely.

"I'll set up the gamestation in the lounge," Mark rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I brought round 'Violent murder death kill XV: Revenge of the mutant splat gore monster' and two extra controllers, is that okay?" Jimmy asked as Mark turned to go back up stairs.

"You know it," he said enthusiastically. "Take a seat in the lounge, I'll be down I a minute," Mark called from the first step of the stairs. He was stopped in his tracks by a swift paw on his shoulder. He turned to see Jimmy behind him with that cheeky grin of his.

"Um Mark, I didn't want to say anything in front of Mist, but... the barn door is open," he fought back a immature chuckle.

"W-what?" Mark asked in tangible puzzlement.

"You'll get it in a minute, thank me later," he patted him on the shoulder and walked off in to the lounge.

Mark stayed still on the step for a while and looked up in confusion. He played it back in his head a few times, but just couldn't make any sense out of his friends riddle. He shrugged and went bounding up the stairs, not giving it a second thought, well sixth thought to be more accurate. The first thing he had to do is to wash his cum scented paw. He gave his paws a thorough wash with liquid herbal soap, sniffing at them when he had finished just to make sure he had done a good enough job.

He ploughed through his door and proceeded to collect his gamestation in his arms, wires, games and controllers in one trip. Sod making two. He was just about to leave when he caught sight of his jeans when a controller went tumbling to the ground. He instantly blushed a deep red as he caught on to Jimmy's little hint. He threw the bunch of electronics onto his bed and swiftly zipped up his trousers. He recollected the bundle and carefully transported it down stairs, making sure no other controllers fell.

As soon as Mark entered the lounge where Mist and Jimmy were sat, the wolf looked at him and started to laugh out loudly. Mark gave him a sheepish grin and went red again, quietly placing the gamestion on the floor next to the television. Jimmy continued to laugh and Mark continued to redden. Mist looked between the two of them, shifting her gaze from one to the other.

"Okay, what's the joke boy's?" She asked a little angrily, crossing her arms and staring at them.

"It's nothing Mist, really," Mark answered, being the only one with some composure. He looked back up to Jimmy, who was trying his best to calm down. They exchanged glances, looked over at Mist then back at each other. Neither of them could stop themselves from bursting out with laughter, Mark forgetting his earlier embarrassment, fell to his knees in tears of joy.

"Alright, tell me what the hell is so funny NOW!" She put a lot of emphasis on the 'now' as her voice became angry, not liking being left out of a joke that could have very easily been about her. They calmed down quite quickly, realising that they were being quite mean to the poor feline.

"Truthfully, I don't think we're sure anymore," Jimmy answered her honestly. Neither of them knew why they were laughing, it wasn't even that funny.

"I'm sorry Mist, it was cruel of us, but I really don't think you want to know," Mark said, fighting back another snigger.

Everybody already in doors, easily heard the sound of the front door clacking open and slamming shut. Mark went out in to the hallway to see who it was, discovering immediately that it was Charlie.

"Hey there bro," Mark beamed towards his brother.

"Hello to you too little Marky," he replied in his usual chirpy manner. "Got some friends around I see," he said, slipping off his shoes and placing them next to Mist and Jimmy's.

"Yeah, you want to say hello," he asked.

"What kind of big brother would I be if I didn't," he chuckled and followed Mark back in to the lounge. They entered one after the other and both Mark's friends look over at Charlie. He looked straight back at them with a smile. His smile widened when he saw the wolf boy.

"Little Jimmy Parks, how long has it been," he sounded genuinely pleased. Jimmy just looked at him curiously, he remembered Mark's older brother quite well, having been Mark's best friend for a number of years now he grew quite fond of Charlie and was sad when he left. Mark hadn't stopped talking about Charlie for the last month and Jimmy knew he would more than likely see him today, so that wasn't what was surprising him. What surprised him was the fact that Charlie remembered him.

"You remember me?" He asked quizzically.

"Of course! You and Mark were inseparable as cubs, I could have sworn you were a long lost brother of ours," Charlie smiled gleefully. Jimmy smiled back; glad to know that he left enough of an impression on someone to be remembered like that.

Charlie's attention was now turned to mist, who up until now had been somewhat ignored. In a way that's how she preferred it, she wasn't overly fond of meeting new people. Especially when they have a longer history with one of her friends, making her feel a bit inadequate.

"Whoa Marky, you didn't tell me you were bringing your girlfriend home, you sly fox you," he nudged Marks' shoulder with an elbow and winked. Both Mark and Mist went completely red under their fur. Embarrassed was an understatement when using it to describe how they felt at this moment.

"W-we... we're not..." Mist tried to speak but was to shell-shocked to do so.

"She's not my girlfriend," Mark jumped in rapidly to her own defence. If he had been looking at the feline, he would have noticed a look other than embarrassment on her face.

"Okay Soppy," he smirked evilly. "What you guys playing?" He asked, pointing over to the gamestation on the floor.

"Just some violent video game you're probably too mature to play," Jimmy jested, holding out a controller.

"Four player?" Charlie questioned him.

"What do I look like to you," he gave him a less than appreciative look.

"A challenge huh? Well Mr. Smart Mouth, you better get your game on. Time to teach you kids a lesson or two," he chuckled evilly, swinging over the arm of the sofa and landing with a crash, making Mist and Jimmy bounce up and down at the other end.

Needless to say, Charlie kicked some serious teenage ass with the gaming skills he had picked up over the years. Death matches usually ended up twenty kills to Charlie and none to everyone else, unless Charlie got a little careless and one of them got a lucky shot in. Charlie found Mist to be a surprisingly good player, he stereotyped her as a typical 'non gaming' girl when he first saw her. She appeared shy, but proved her worth in combat. The surround sound system blared out the horrific dieing screams of each participant and splats as limbs were decapitated and the resulting mess of internal organs being streaked up the walls.

In the real world it was a different story. They were all laughing and falling about the place at the moments of typically amusing deaths. Jimmy would shout gaming insults to Charlie every so often and would immediately be eating his own words when a bullet ripped through his skull. Even Mist had come out of her shell and was joining in the banter with the others.

For the third time in as many hours, the front door slammed shut. Nobody in the lounge paid it much mind and continued to wage war. Hazel padded into the room where all the noise was coming from and looked over at all four of them.

"Hey guys," she called out, trying to make herself heard over the racket.

"Hey there sis, college fun?" Charlie asked a little jokily. Hazel ignored him and just scowled, even though he wouldn't have seen. Seeing only one seat available, without crossing the screen and getting shouted at, she sat next to Jimmy on the two seat sofa, which had been up until now occupied by only Jimmy. She gave him a sweet smile and he smiled warmly back, only making brief eye contact trying not to take his eyes off the screen lest he be slaughtered.

"You want a go Hazel?" Jimmy asked, conscious of her evident boredom.

"Nah, I'm all right thanks, wouldn't know how to play anyway," she smirked a little. She looked over at Mist who was thoroughly engrossed in the game and felt a small bit of jealousy, being that she didn't know how to play and the feline did. She wanted to join in and share in the fun, but was too embarrassed of making an ass of herself in front of everyone. She found it unusual to be embarrassed about something so trivial, she knew nobody cared, but for some reason she just was.

After a while, Hazel found herself no longer watching the screen and watching Mark out of the corner of her eye. However, to be more precise, she was actually watching Mark and Mist. Mist had become a little bit too relaxed, whether she knew it or not. She had slowly slid her body on to Mark's shoulder, resting her head on top and her side against his. Neither of them had seemed to notice this and continued to play. Hazel just suspected it was idle thinking and she had to admit, they looked kind of cute sat together like that.

It was not long before Liz arrived home, shortly followed by Derek. The gaming fest was brought to a speedy halt, as the parents wanted the lounge to themselves. Mark, Jimmy and Mist retreated to Mark's room to watch some television getting bored with gaming anyway. Charlie had gone out to the local pub for a few drinks and to possibly see if he could meet a nice girl, although he said it was quite unlikely. Hazel decided to leave Mark alone with his friends, much to her displeasure, and get a head start on homework in her own room.

Mark was lying on his bed resting up against his pillow. Jimmy was sat on the floor, his body at a slight angle to face the TV, whereas Mist was sat at the foot of Mark's bed with her back resting up against the wall it was next to. It wasn't long before the conversation in Mark's room got a little heavy.

"So who would be your perfect mate Mist?" Jimmy asked with a cheeky smile. She looked down at the floor avoiding his stare. She shifted her feet in her sitting position and played with her fingers nervously.

"Well... he would have to be kind, sweet, lovable, not particularly handsome although that would be a plus if he was," she giggled and blushed. "Caring, sensitive, love to hug and hold me... um a good kisser," she giggled once more and blushed even deeper.

"Not too specific then Mist," Jimmy taunted her and chuckled along with Mark. She just stuck her tongue out at his comment.

"While we're on the subject, how's your girl Jimmy?" Mist questioned, believing that his relationship with the wolfess would have been over by now if previous liaisons were anything to go by.

"The finest wolfess there every was, honestly, I think I'm in love," he sighed happily and smiled at the floor. The fox and the feline burst out laughing, not believing a word that came out of his mouth. He scowled at them in reply, not appreciating being pigeon holed as one who could get girls but not keep them.

"We've been together for two weeks now, well two weeks Sunday," he whined a little and crossed his arms. Mark couldn't stifle another laugh and Mist was having trouble not to giggle as well.

"I owe you a fiver Mist, two weeks and there was me thinking it wouldn't last one," he laughed evilly.

"So what about you then Mark, seeing anybody that we don't know about?" Jimmy desperately tried to change the direction of the conversation.

"Yeah Mark, we've all shared, time for you to pitch in," Mist supported Jimmy's question with enthusiasm. His diversionary tactic had worked, as Mark was totally caught off guard and unprepared, even though it was an inevitable question.

He thought hard for a minute, he wasn't ready to tell them just yet or was he. If they loved each other then why did it have to be such a secret? Of course Mark knew why, it was unacceptable to those who didn't understand. He knew his friends would be supportive, but what if they saw him differently. He put himself in their shoes and considered how he would feel if they were to say they were in love with their sister or brother. It didn't seem at all unusual to him.

"Well... no... but um... yeah kind of... I'm not really sure," he stuttered a great deal, his mind fighting against itself.

"Yes or no Marky boy, its not that difficult," Jimmy exhaled impatiently, giving him a similar look of impatience.

"... Um... yes... yes I am," he hesitated, feeling the burning eyes of his peers stare at him. Mark couldn't help notice a slight odd look from Mist, it wasn't sadness but it was something like it.

"Well spill, unless you're lying and trust me, I know when you are lying so give us an actual name not just a made up one," he told him sternly in a 'matter of fact way.'

"It's kind of hard to say... I mean... um uh... its -"

"Mum says you're friends have got to go Mark, its nearly dinner time after all," Hazel cut him off mid-sentence and stormed in to the room. Mark noticed how much his paw was trembling and how glad he was he didn't have a chance to say anything. Although, there was a part of him that wanted to scream it out to the world or at least somebody... anybody.

"Oh wow, looking at the time I best be off anyway," Jimmy looked at his wristwatch and cringed slightly. He was already late and knew he would be in for it when he got home. He picked himself up off the floor and watched as Mist hopped off the bed. He held out his arm with a paw placed against his side making an obvious gap. Mist blushed shyly but graciously accepted his gentlemanly offer and linked her elbow around his. Mark whistled encouragement to the pretend couple, which made her blush even stronger. Mark picked up Jimmy's game and controllers and followed after them. The trio headed out of his room and down stairs to the front door.

"Seeya guys," Mark said cheerily as he opened the door allowing them to exit.

"Tell Charlie I'll have him next time," Jimmy smirked. Mark just nodded and grinned in reply.

"Bye Mark," Mist blew him a kiss off the palm of her open paw and giggled when it caught on his cheek. Mark watched as his two friends, still arm in arm, left the house and walked lazily around the corner.

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The irritating squawk of the phone ringing could be heard throughout the house early Saturday afternoon. Liz instinctively answered it, picking the cordless phone up and level with her ear.

"Okay, I'll just get him for you," she answered the voice at end and placed a paw over the receiver. "Mark, phone for you," she yelled in the general direction of her son. The thumping of his feet could be heard coming down the stairs and all the way in to the kitchen. Liz passed him the phone smiling, Mark thanked her quietly with a smile and took the cordless phone.

"Oh hey Mist, what's up?" He said happily, an ear idly flicked and his tail swayed contentedly behind him.

"Plenty," she answered excitedly. "My parents finally caved and allowed you and Jimmy to come round for a sleepover tonight," she sounded even more eager than before and couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Hey that's great!" He returned her enthusiasm with his own, his fluffy tail became agitated and starting swishing madly about. "You've been asking for ages, how come they gave in now?" His voice becoming more serious and much less excitable.

"I don't know, maybe they finally thought I was responsible enough or maybe they just got fed up with all the nagging," she laughed merrily.

"I'm betting on the second one," he joined in the laughter.

"Do you have any films you might want to bring round tonight?" She asked, changing to a more usual tone.

"Don't know, most of ours are either horror or bloody romance films," he pretended to gag at the mention of romance. "What would you like me to bring around?" He asked, praying she didn't say romance.

"Um... you choose, I'm not bothered really," she answered nonchalantly.

Mark pumped his arm down by his side triumphantly, letting out a silent 'yes.' His tail wagged excitedly and his fur stood on end with anticipation. A sleepover, a horror film and his two best friends, what could make the evening any more perfect?

"Okay, sounds like a plan, be around mine for about half past one," Mist finalised the arrangement and smiled to herself.

"Great! I'll see you then! Bye!" He spoke joyfully, putting the phone back in its holder after receiving a goodbye from Mist. The phone made a series of beeps, signalling that it was placed properly. Mark looked up at the clock on the wall and his eyes widened, he saw that it was nearly half past twelve already. Being a Saturday, especially a holiday Saturday, he saw no reason to change or shower this morning. He regretted it now, as he would be in a little bit of a rush to: shower, argue with himself about what to wear, pack necessary previsions, eat lunch, and get there. It was only a ten minute walk to Mist's house, but carrying a sleeping bag, a pillow and a backpack with gamestation and all the extra's included, seemed a little bit ominous to Mark. And a little bit pointless as he knew his mum would surely give him a lift.

'Oh bugger... forgot to ask mum first!' He alarmed himself with that thought. Liz would not like the fact of not even being consulted before he made plans away from home. He gulped, it appeared the best laid plans of fox's and felines would go awry. 'I'll have to play it sneaky," he told himself. With that thought he went to seek out his parental unit.

He searched around the house, avoiding the standard shouting her name not wanting to start off on a bad foot. He found her in the master bedroom folding some recently ironed clothes. He stepped in the room a little nervously as if he was about to confess something.

"Um mum?" he enquired meekly, shuffling his feet and looking down at the floor.

"Yes you can go and yes I'll take you," she spoke suddenly, catching Mark off guard.

"W-what?" Was all he managed to stutter.

"I couldn't help over here your conversation to save you the trouble of going through the whole puppy dog routine," she sighed, not even looking over at him and continued to fold clothes.

"You-" he tried to speak but was cut short.

"If the next words out of your mouth are 'you always taught me eavesdropping was wrong' then I will bring up the fact that you neglected to ask me before you made plans, is that understood?" She told him sternly, looking at him this time.

"Yes ma'am," he replied a little sarcastically, knowing not to push the issue.

'Damnit! Beaten by her flawless logic again! You win another round woman!' He thought to himself, scowling as he exited the room.

His bitterness was quickly forgotten as the task before him came flooding back. He had much to do and very little time to do it. He de-clothed on the approach to the bathroom, swiftly removing everything but his boxer shorts. In his haste he forgot to knock on the door first. He swung it open with speed and almost ran inside. He froze in his tracks, feet firmly attached to the floor. He gasped lightly at the sight before him. Even his tail and ears stopped their usual leisurely flicking and stayed stock-still. His jaw dropped a little and his eyes widened. He could physically feel his heartbeat and pulse quicken rapidly as if he had been running. He was both terrified and intrigued; unfortunately neither emotion could give him a clear indication of what to do. So he just stood there, staring dumbly in confusion, waiting for something to happen.

"Marky whoa!" Charlie cried out in surprise. He had only just removed the towel from his head to see his little brother standing in the doorway looking bemused at his naked form. Mark had the full view of his older brothers bare body, not leaving a single inch of his front to the imagination. His blue fur glistened in the sunlight seeping through the frosted window as wet beads of water trickled down his body. Neither of them moved, not even Charlie could think of anything to say or do, as he was just as surprised as Mark was. Mark couldn't help his eyes look his brother over, taking in every detail. He blushed a deep crimson red under his fur as his gaze rested upon his brother's naked sheath and furry sac hanging neatly below. He stifled a trembling gasp, his eyes becoming wider at the sight. He felt himself quiver with fear, but also a masked amount of excitement. His mind instantly made the comparison between his brothers sheath and his own. It was considerably larger than his, which only added to his embarrassment for some reason.

"I-I um..." he tried desperately to speak, but could only stammer inaudible mumbles. His eyes never left Charlie's groin even though he so urgently wanted them to.

"You know, fists can be good for more than just pawing off with little bro, one of those would be knocking," Charlie chuckled, trying to make a joke out of the situation and was the first to regain his composure. He quickly wrapped the towel around his lower half, effectively covering his genitals and disrupting Marks mental negligence. He snapped out of his trance like state and blinked a few times. He looked his brother square in the eyes and noticed a sense of edginess about him.

"I um... have to uh... go now," he stuttered, before leaving the bathroom in a hurry. He slammed the door behind himself and ran to his room, skidding inside and closing his door as well. He slid down the neutrally painted door and hit the floor with a light bump.

Everything about him was going a mile a minute. His poor heart wouldn't cease pounding against his ribcage. His breathing was typically shallow and rapid, trying to get enough oxygen to supply his jackhammer heart. His mind swirled with multiple thoughts of confusion and terror. He panted heavily, his chest heaving up and down. His paws were clenched in to tight fists, his shoulders were also clenched against his body. But behind it all, he felt... excitement. The exhilaration was immense, incredible even. He knew it was wrong, yet the danger just made it seem so thrilling. He winced hard and forced the scene in to the back of his mind, hoping that that would be where it would stay under lock and key. He tried to regulate his breathing and bring some colour back to his oddly pale face. He was still trembling somewhat, unable to steady himself further.

"Marky, are you in there?" The calm questioning voice of his brother was heard outside the door.

It was only then that he realised that this wasn't his room anymore and belonged to Charlie for the next three weeks. He gulped and stood back up, placing a paw shakily on the door handle and twisting it. He did not know what he would see behind the door, if he would have to relive previous events so soon or not. He swung the door open, trying to make it look like he did it confidently. He breathed a silent sigh of relief, Charlie was wearing his robe that completely cover his body.

"Can I come in?" He asked politely, although he was going to go in anyway. Mark just nodded his head and moved aside to allow him access. He slid by and gave Mark a smile, which was nervously returned. Charlie ruffled his little brothers head fur reassuringly and turned around to grab some better clothes from the closet. Mark slinked out the doorway leaving it open only a crack.

Something suddenly came to mind; it immediately made him feel sick with guilt, but he could not deny the feeling of giddiness. The deceitful thought became even stronger as he tried to depart, an almost magnetic attraction held him back. He tried his best to shake his idea, but to no avail. Every fibre of his being cried out 'NO!' Yet it did not stop him, curiosity and the feeling of something much deeper forced him to do it.

He flattened himself against the wall and edged towards the open crack in the door. His rolled his head over so that one eye was placed in between the gap. From there he had the perfect view of his closet and what was in front of his closet. He saw his brother untie the pulleys holding his dressing gown together and throw them to his side. He started from there, pulling one arm out of the robe and sliding the other out as well. It fell to the ground and pooled around his feet, leaving him completely naked once more. Mark tingled with excitement, as he looked his older brother up and down, taking in his masculine features. He wished that he could one day look big and strong like that. He watched more closely as he turned ever so slightly to the side exposing his sheath. Mark once again became transfixed on it, bobbing lightly as Charlie reached up to get something. He was aware of the all too familiar feeling in his own sheath as it began to reveal what it held inside. Mark couldn't help but bring a paw downwards, sliding it under his jeans and boxers and touch himself. He gasped quietly at the feel of his cold sweaty paw on his growing erection. He hated himself for doing it, he didn't even know why he was doing it. Although, too soon it ended as his brother swiftly applied his own boxers and kitted up fully.

He realised that Charlie was now coming towards the door. He fled towards Hazel's room and quickly dived inside. He prayed that he managed to avoid his brother's sight and hid just in time. He expected to hear footsteps coming his way, yet there were none. Just the distant sound of them progressively getting quieter as Charlie went down stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he was safe.

In his adrenaline fuelled state his mind wandered back over what had just happened. He shook his head to erase the thoughts and tried to focus on something else. In a flash, almost epiphany like in its readiness, he once again became mindful of the task at hand as he looked over at the clock and saw that it was already one O'clock. One fear was replaced by another, although a lesser fear. He was going to be late if he didn't make a move.

Mark raced around the house for 30 minutes trying to accomplish what should have taken twice that. He had to take a quick shower, something he very much disliked, as he loved long hot showers. He made a snap decision about what he was going to wear, which turned out to be a plain navy blue t-shirt and a similarly blue pair of jeans. His memory failed him, as he was unable to locate his sleeping bag. He had to employ the services of Liz to find it for him. He stuffed his gamestation and necessary additional equipment in to a rucksack and threw it down by the front door in preparation for his all to imminent departure. A quick lunch was solved by a sandwich, crisps and a chocolate bar.

By the time the clock hit half past one, he was in the car and being driven to Mist's house.

"Thanks mum, I'll seeya tomorrow," he chimed happily as he unloaded his bits and pieces from the back seat of the car.

"Okay sweety, I'm out tomorrow so you'll have to walk home okay?" She asked, knowing her had no choice in the matter anyway.

"Sure thing, bye," he replied cheerfully. He watched and waved as his mother drove off in to the distance. His attention was turned to the front door of his friend's house, which had just been opened. The misty furred feline stood resting in the doorway with a friendly smile. Mark smiled back and approached her.

"I've been waiting you know," she said in mock anger.

"Sorry, I got a little... a little held up," he hesitated idiotically. His speech seemed unjustly broken to Mist and she gave him a curious look. "You gonna help me with my stuff or what?" He asked rather abruptly, but not meaning to sound so rude.

"Nah, I reckon a big strong man like you can handle a few bags," she giggled, although she had no intention of letting her guest suffer. She took the sleeping bag from under his arm, leaving Mark to carry a bag with the DVD he had selected and some choice treats for later. He was also left with the rucksack that was full with his gamestation.

Mark stepped in behind Mist and unloaded his baggage on to the hallway floor. The house was quite identical to his, having a lounge, kitchen and dining room all on ground floor. He had been around her house numerous times since they first met, so he knew the layout quite well. He gave a quiet contented exhale and stretched his arms up high. It felt nice to be out of the house for once, other than school, he could escape things like love and... Charlie.

Then something unexpected, but not unwelcome happened. He suddenly felt himself being taken in to a warming embrace by his feline friend. He was stunned for a second not quite knowing how to react and stayed motionless. When he finally came to his senses, he returned the hug. He felt her long slender tail wrap around his left leg. It ended as soon as it began, leaving Mark baffled and taken back. He looked at her confusedly, unable to understand.

"What was that for?" He asked in concern.

"Nothing," she replied nonchalantly whilst shrugging. She turned her back to him and started climbing the stairs in front of her. She looked back over her shoulder. "Well you coming or not?" She questioned and continued to climb the stairs. Mark picked up his things, apart from the rucksack, and trudged up after her.

"Where's Jimmy then, he's a bit late isn't he?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, he phoned earlier and said he's going to be quite late, didn't say how late though," she replied.

She opened the door and padded in to her room, stepping aside to allow Mark to set his stuff down in one of the corners. He swivelled around to face Mist who was just grinning at him. Neither of them knew quite what to say, it was strange that both of their minds went blank.

"So where are your parents?" He inquired, having not seen them at all yet and wanting to break the silence.

"They're not here, they're out of town for a couple of days, didn't I tell you that over the phone?" She looked at him quizzically.

"Nope," he answered her, shaking his head at the same time.

"Well it's half the reason you're allowed round tonight so little old me isn't all on her lonesome," she put on her cutest face, placing her paws below her stomach and shifting her body from side to side. Mark laughed at how adorable she looked right then, making her blush slightly.

"But what about tomorrow night?" He felt compelled to ask.

"I said days Mark, they'll be back tomorrow night," she patted him on the head demeaning him somewhat.

"My mum would never leave me alone for that long," he thought out loud then realised that could sound offensive. "No I didn't mean it like that, she just cares about me that's all," he tried to redeem himself, but just ended up digging a bigger hole. It was his turn to blush now as he again realised how what he said could sound offensive to someone else.

"Its fun watching you struggle," Mist squealed in delight, laughing merrily. Mark just looked embarrassedly down at the floor, shuffling his feet and playing with his paws. "Come on, lets get the gamestation set up, I've got some major ass kicking to do," she mocked him evilly.

"Okay, while you're doing that, I'll be destroying you," he said in reply, smirking.

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Meanwhile, back at Marks house...

"Hey mum, have you seen Hazel about?" Charlie asked, entering the lounge and disturbing her T.V time. Derek was out on business so she was able to sit in comfort watching the television, rather than watching it in bed, which for some reason she didn't like doing.

"Yeah, she's probably in her room," she said quickly without giving it much thought, being too wrapped up in her soap opera. Charlie gave a quiet thank you and proceeded up the stairs to find his sister.

Just as Liz had said, he found her in her room. She was lying on her bed watching her wall-mounted television, seemingly enthralled in it. Charlie knocked twice on the door to get her attention. She looked over and smiled, motioning a paw for him to enter. He approached her casually, walking up to the side of her bed and looking to see what was on T.V. The show seemed a little boring to Charlie, but with nothing better to do he stood there and watched it. After a minute of constantly standing still, his legs began to ache. He hopped from leg to leg shifting his weight dubiously in a manner comical in appearance.

Hazel rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. She budged up, creating a gap for Charlie to lye next to her. She softly patted the space welcomingly with a paw and looked up at her tall standing older brother. Charlie eagerly complied with her offer and carefully slid on to the bed with her. The small confines of the single bed did not allow for much of an opening between the two siblings, but they were at least a good few inches apart. They sat in silence for a while, just watching the television and enjoying one another's company, until Charlie spoke.

"You missing Mark?" He asked suddenly and unexpectedly, turning to her. It caught her totally off guard, she had to think quickly of anything she could say to try and diffuse the potentially dangerous situation.

"What do you mean by that?" She tried avoiding the answer, turning her head to him as she spoke.

"It just seems you two are pretty close nowadays, I almost feel like I'm getting in the way of something," he stayed serious, not wanting it to sound as if she were joking.

"Believe me you're not, I mean he's my little bro and all that, but he can get pretty irritating at times." She was lying through her teeth. She did not mean what she said, but masked it well behind her carefully considered words and how she used them to good affect. She thought she had gotten away with it as he turned once more to face the television. Then came the most unforeseen question yet.

"Do you love him?" He was deadly serious in what he said, again not wishing his question to be taken lightly. Hazel had to think rapidly, her mind a whirl of information and her heart a flutter with fear. That was certainly a difficult question to dodge.

"You're jealous aren't you?" She asked with a cheeky grin, effectively countering his interrogation and shifting accusations on to him.

"What? No, what makes you say that... anyway, you've had five years without me around to get to know him so of course he's going to like you better," he replied, losing his train of thought and in fact losing his ground altogether. Hazel smiled to herself triumphantly, but had to follow up with something meaningful to keep him baffled.

"I guess he just needed someone to cling to without his older brother around," she said, more heart felt than she realised and found that it upset her somewhat. There was a long awkward pause between them; neither knew quite what to say.

"Yeah, guess you're right," he replied.

"I haven't said it yet but... I missed you..." Hazel said solemnly, looking up at his soft brown eyes as he looked back at her. She felt his paw gently touch hers. She looked at him questioningly, her eyes sparkling with wonder. She opened out her paw to allow them to hold paws together. They both smiled happily, feeling safe, secure and most of all... loved.

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Back at Mist's house...

The day had turned to night and the blackness that ensued spared none in its wake. It was a surprisingly chilled evening for the middle of summer, yet none could complain. The weather had been good so far and showed no signs of letting up.

"I wonder where Jimmy could have got to?" Mark asked thoughtfully, genuinely concerned that his friend had not turned up. He was looking out the lounge window in to the dark, sat on the same sofa as Mist who was watching the television.

"I don't know do I, probably forgot knowing him," Mist answered with a chuckle.

"Maybe. It just seems he would have at least called if he couldn't come for some reason," he said in deep thought again.

"Ah well, doesn't stop us from having some fun does it," she chirped with a wink. Mark just grinned inanely at her not quite understanding why she winked.

"So you want to watch the film now?" He asked, no longer that concerned about Jimmy thinking he most likely just forgot.

"Sure." She replied cheerily, hopping off the sofa and just about to walk out the door. "You get the film and I'll pop some popcorn," she ordered playfully.

"Aye-aye Captain, can't watch I film without popcorn," he said a little cheekily.

She threw a cushion at him from an adjacent sofa in response, causing Mark to fall backwards on to the sofa from the startling attack. The cushion that had hit him square in the face, muffling his voice making it inaudible, but he clearly heard Mist giggle. He flicked the cushion abruptly aside and gave her a jokingly cold stare. His eyes narrowed and an evil grin crawled its way across his muzzle. He sat up on the sofa; resting upon his feet in a hunched position with his paws in front him. Mist looked back at him and started shaking her head frantically.

"No Mark no, lets not be silly, you know how I hate to be-" she was cut off as Mark lunged forwards like a cobra. Mist was just quick enough to escape him and ran out of the room screaming joyously. He dashed after her and gave chase around the house, in and out of rooms. She was very nimble being a cat, but Mark was swift being that he was a fox. He eventually caught up with her, pouncing on her and sending them crashing onto the sofa with a heavy thump.

Both were breathing exceedingly hard, chests heaving and panting breathlessly. They lay still for many minutes, just regaining their breath and energy. Mist's back was pushed firmly in to the soft padding of the sofa as Mark lay atop her. Her head was resting peacefully on his shoulder and his was doing the same. Although she was being partially crushed by the deadweight atop her, she felt surprisingly comfortable. He was warm and soft, something she just didn't feel she wanted to let go of.

He lifted his head slowly from her chest and looked down upon the catgirl. Their muzzles were no more than an inch away as they gazed in to each other's eyes. He became lost in her green hues, as if misled in a labyrinth of temptation and desire. Her affectionate smile warmed his soul and he murred lightly as she stroked up his arm making tentative little caresses. He could feel the twinge in his lower region, the spark that on set the inevitable. She closed her eyes and pushed her head upwards, closing the space between them leaving only a millimetres gap. Mark sighed thoughtfully, pushing himself up off of her and getting up off the sofa. She looked at him in puzzlement, not fully understanding why he left her in the cold.

"S-sorry Mist... I don't know what happened...I'll um... put the film on now yeah," he was trembling somewhat as he spoke, his voice a quivering mess. He gave her a fleeting smile before leaving the room and running up stairs to fetch his bag with the DVD in.

"Sure," she whispered to the empty and suddenly chilled room. She exhaled a heavy sigh and gradually crawled off the sofa, seeing no reason to stay lying down. Popcorn was the next thing on her mind, which she collected from a cupboard in the kitchen. She bunged it in the microwave and set the timer. Footsteps coming down the stairs gave a clear indication of Mark's return. She could unmistakably hear the sounds of him placing the DVD in the player and setting up the machine. However, the loud hum of the microwave obscured any further actions that he made. She turned her attention back to the microwave and lost herself in her thoughts. She knew he was going out with someone, but she honestly didn't care. She had wanted him for so long now and she wasn't about to throw it away, she had to take that chance. It saddened her considerably that he stopped her; obviously he was committed to this other girl. Yet, despite all of it she still wanted him. The facts told her a clear 'NO' but her heart told her to pursue his love.

"The film is all ready to go, popcorn nearly done?" He asked optimistically, barging through the door without warning. Mist was fairly startled by his sudden approach breaking her concentration.

"Huh? Yeah nearly, just another minute," she replied a little fuzzily.

Mark disappeared again behind the door and went back in to the lounge. He purposely fell backwards onto the sofa, bouncing carelessly from the spongy material. While he waited, he couldn't help think back and reflect. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that Mist wanted or at least tried to kiss him. It felt good, but in a different sort of way. The last time he felt like that, was in the close company of his sister. It reminded him of how they would share moments quite surprisingly similar to that. He would hold her and she would hold him, each basking in the others love like a blazing fire heating them to the very core. 'NO!' He told himself, 'Not with Mist... she is my friend!' He shook his head naively, judging that she was too innocent and young to be thinking of doing such things. He always considered boys to be more sexually active at a younger age, simply because they would talk about it more. He hadn't really considered girls at a young age liking that kind of stuff. It was different with Hazel because she was sixteen and had previously lost her virginity, where and when Mark did not bother to ask.

"Who likes popcorn?" The merry sounding voice of his friend broke his connection with his mind, brining him back to the real world. Her disposition had altered to her old self and Mark concluded she was all right. She set a large decorative bowl down on the coffee table that was in the middle of the lounge. She hooked her paws underneath it and dragged it towards the sofa, falling back and hitting it with a soft bump. Mark grabbed the controller next to where he sat and pressed play, making the screen come to life.

Around about the middle of the film, when all the popcorn had gone and the brutal slaughtering began on screen, Mist had gotten herself comfortable. She had snuggled herself right up to Marks arms, holding on to it with both her feline paws and wrapping her own arms around his. Her head rested cosily on Marks upper arm as she stared out at the television. Her tail flicked lazily against the back off the sofa making a poof noise each time it connected. She was enjoying the company more than the film. She quite liked horror films; she always found them oddly captivating for some reason.

Mark was enjoying both quite equally. He hadn't realised her scent up until now. She was wearing perfume, a very nice and sweet smelling fragrance that caused him to sniff more at it. He smiled to himself; content in the position they were in, side by side and huddled together. He cocked his head over so that his cheek rested between her ears. She looked up at him and forced her head upwards wearing a cheeky grin across her lips. He rolled his eyes and moved his weighty head off hers, getting the message that she did not want him there.

It appeared that he got the wrong impression as Mist took hold of his paw and placed it between her ears. It was obvious enough for him now and he heard her giggle sweetly, making him chuckle. He began to scratch behind her ears, being as gentle as possible. The many times he had done this for Hazel came in quite handy as he knew the best spots to go for, although it differs from fur to fur and its not like he could go wrong anyway. She started to purr quietly, nuzzling in to his tender rubs. Neither of them were watching the television anymore. Mark was enthralled in giving his friend pleasure, which came as an oddity to him since 'friends' and that kind of 'pleasure' rarely mix. Mist had her eyes closed and was enjoying the simple tranquillity of his strokes.

When she opened them again, she saw the warming smile of her friend. They became lost in each other, locked together in the moment. But this time, Mark couldn't stop it... he didn't want to stop it. It was too beautiful to go astray...she was too beautiful to go astray. It was as if the whole of time had stopped and they had been lifted up in to the stars to be at peace with everything. It was the perfect moment, an event weaved in to life's tapestry... inescapable... unavoidable... inevitable.

He moved slowly forwards, pressing his lips against hers. Nothing moved as they shared something so simple, yet so wonderful. Angels wept in heaven at the sight of their coupling. Mist herself could feel tears of joy building, although she would never release them, keeping them safely in the dark recesses of her mind. It was her first kiss, she found it magical and enchanting like she had been taken to a far away land where only she and him existed. In reality seconds had passed, but to her it felt like a lifetime. Her eyes were timidly closed and she whimpered quietly when their connection was severed. Gradually, they opened once more to look upon him again. That smile she had come to adore, the fur she had come to... love.

She wanted it again, she wanted to feel him again, she wanted more than a kiss. Her body went in to overdrive as her subconscious took control as she grabbed the back of his head with her paws and thrust him in to another kiss. She pounced him, sending him toppling back against the padding of the sofa.

Mark lay there in mild shock with her on top. So this was what she wanted, she did want him. He could not deny the feelings he had for her and had had for her ever since they met. He always meant to ask her out, but whenever he tried he stopped himself. The little paranoid voice in his head told him that 'she would never go out with a short, weedy little fox like you, so why bother? Save yourself the embarrassment!' If only he knew back then what he did now then he would have been able to ask her. But now it was too late. He had sworn his soul to Hazel, sworn never to look back and regret... he had sworn his love to her.

He could feel her soft paws underneath his t-shirt rubbing at his chest. In return, he slid a paw under her clothing to massage her belly fur. She purred in to the kiss, vibrating their moist connection. Mist could feel his tongue probing at the outside of her mouth, teasing her to open up and let it in. She was unsure, but relented easily, safe in the knowledge that it must feel good. Then she found she was right, it did feel good having his tongue slide past her lips and into her hungry maw. His rough fox tongue outsized hers quite considerably. She was inexperienced in kissing and was totally new to these sensations. She was overwhelmed by the serene pleasure it brought her, the lapping movement never ceasing its assault. Somehow it seemed that Mark was less affected and he seemed to be more experienced. It crossed her mind that he had already kissed with this other girl whose name still eluded her, but she didn't care. She was just so happy to finally be with him.

He could have stopped it then and there; it need not go any further... but the chance to have a normal relationship was to strong a temptation. It was seconds later that he could feel his belt being unbuckled and whipped out from beneath him. The buttons on his jeans were next, giving little resistance to the nimble fingers of his friend. She was unable to take them off properly where they were. His mind and heart were still at war with each other as his defences were slowly stripped from him. His lust had taken over his brain and his body was acting of its own accord. For some time now he had been fully erect, regardless of his instructions. The only part of him that was not driven by sexual desire was his heart. Deep down It was pleading with him, telling him to 'leave now for the sake of the one you truly love.' Words lost through a clouded mind and a need obsessed body. He relented, falling prey to his lust and giving himself over like a sacrificial lamb awaiting certain slaughter.

Without him realising, his jeans had given up the fight also and he watched as they were tossed to the ground. His tented boxers were the only things left between Mist and sexual satisfaction. His cock twitched and ached for release underneath the thin fabric. The stained dark patch showed where he had been oozing pre-cum, only adding incentive for his teenage friend. Two fingers were wrapped around the edges of his boxers and steadily they were pulled down. His member sprang free of its material prison as his undergarments were thrown to the ground.

Mist licked her lips at the sight of his glorious throbbing shaft; she hungered to feel it inside of her small body. She gave him a devious smile and dragged her t-shirt up over her body. She was stopped when it reached over her eyes, trapping her arms in midair. She felt lips touch hers as Mark sat up, holding her arms still and effectively blinding her with the t-shirt. He broke the short-lived kiss to speak.

"You really want this, don't you?" he whispered tranquilly in to one of her triangular ears. She shuddered at the feel of his breath and her ear flicked wildly.

"More than anything in the world," she whispered back. She tried to kiss him, but got a wet lick on the nose instead. She giggled and blushed a little, turning her head away from his.

"You do know I'm already going out with someone?" He said a little more seriously. She turned back to him, still unable to see him through her t-shirt.

"Is she as special as me? Does she love you as much as I do?" She questioned with her voice lower than a whisper. Mark's smile faded, he looked down at the ground for a moment, thinking deeply about her enquiry. He removed the t-shirt from her head fully, releasing her arms and throwing it to the floor. She blinked a few times to readjust her eyesight back to the low level lighting of the room. She gave him a questioning look, awaiting his answer. He did not reply and merely kissed her again.

Mark helped her off with her jeans, just leaving her in her bra and panties. She looked so beautiful as she tried to timidly cover up her breasts giving a nervous whimper. Mark could only smile and reassuringly stroke her cheek. Her arms fell away to her sides, giving Mark full control of removing the rest of her clothing. He had gotten quite good with the bra strap and was easily able to unclasp it. He took it off over her head and dropped it idly to the ground on top the growing mound of clothes. Mist's natural self-consciousness told her to cover up, but she bit her lip and let him look.

He marvelled at her well-rounded breasts, not as big as his sisters, but he loved them nevertheless. He hesitantly caressed the sizable orbs in his paws, soothingly rubbing with his fingertips. Her nipples were erect and in visible need of attention. Mark continued to fondle whilst he brought his lips down and around one of her nipples. He suckled on it tentatively, giving her stimulation and producing an elated moan. He couldn't resist nipping at it, but only enough for her to yip with shock, but not pain.

He drew away from her smooth chest and looked down at her soaked panties. The excitement had gotten her pretty wet and her scent filled the air because of it. Mark breathed inwards, taking in a lungful of her sweet nectar filing his nostrils and senses. He found it surprisingly different to that of his sister's, but he liked it equally. It was just as intoxicating and just as euphoric. Saliva began to dribble from the side of his muzzle, wanting to taste his friend's produce. He looked at the blushing angel beneath and smiled sweetly.

Without any warning, he began to pull her sodden panties down her furry cat legs, successfully exposing her swollen pussy. His cock twitched, wanting nothing more than to fuck her senseless. However, he knew he couldn't do that. What kind of friend would he be if he weren't gentle with her? Her delicious scent was even stronger now, sending his pleasure receptors to heaven and back. It was like some wonderful drug, making him feel light-headed.

He brought his muzzle closer and closer to her sex, feeling the heat burn him like the sun. His cold nose made contact with her outer lips, causing Mist to yelp and recoil in surprise. He heard her whimpering softly as he extended his tongue and leisurely licked between her slit. She quivered in anticipation, needing more than a teasing lick. Mark happily obliged by speeding up his lapping, but not going any deeper in to her. Shivers of pleasure were sent coursing throughout her body each time his rough tongue lashed her clit. She could only tighten her body in response to his attack and whimper at this new and wonderful pleasure.

At long last, his tongue slipped inside her well-lubricated hole. She gasped tightening her paws in to fists, holding back her imminent orgasm. He penetrated her as deep as he could, using the full length of his tongue as a powerful weapon. Her inner walls vibrated against him and his taste buds were set a blaze by her unique flavour. His dexterous fingers explored her pleasure giving clit, rubbing it sensuously. She arched her back in to his muzzle, forcing herself upon him. This was the perfect encouragement he needed to drive his tongue harder in to her and massage her clit more rapidly. She panted hard a few more times before breaking in to a scream of bliss. She went rigid in her arched position as the building pressure in her loins exploded in to climax. A rush of her juices soaked Mark's fur to the skin as he lapped hungrily at her pussy to swallow down as much as he possibly could. Her intense orgasm kept on coming with its seemingly endless assault, her head filled with stars as the earth spun in her mind. It was amazing, the most severe peak she had ever reached, a million times better than when she played with herself.

Mark was very pleased, not simply because he received a healthy dose of her cum, but also because he managed to bring his friend such wonderful feelings. He drew his sticky muzzle away from her slit and murred with delight. She tasted so good and there was more than enough of gooey residue on his muzzle to keep him satisfied while she came down from her high. He extended his long fox tongue around his lips and stretched it over the rest of his face.

Mist was in ecstasy; her body went completely limp and relaxed in to the cushioning sofa. Her paws stopped clenching, her back settled against the sofa and her eyes stopped straining to close. Her head was a swirl with invigorating pleasure, not to mention what she felt in her lower region. As she calmed down, her eyelids began to sleepily lift from her vision. A watery blur appeared over her, she felt hot lips press against hers. She could taste the traces of her cum on his lips and she could see why he wanted it so badly.

"Thank you..." she whispered, breaking the kiss.

"You think its over?" He asked in playful surprise, grinning down at her.

"Well I did hope it wasn't," she said in reply, smirking sheepishly.

Mist stayed lying down whilst lifting a leg and hooking it up over the back of the sofa. She let her other leg flop down over the edge to touch the floor. Her legs were spread as wide as she could manage in such an awkward and shallow backed couch. However, it didn't bother either of them because they were so caught up in each other they could have been lying on a bed of nails for all they cared.

Mark placed his foxy paws on her shoulders and gripped lightly. He positioned his tool in between her slippery slit, still oozing with her juices. He pressed only his tip inside her, parting her pussy lips slightly. She whimpered, longing to feel him penetrate her fully. He slowly forced himself inwards, stretching her walls around his cock. Inch by inch he deepened his penetration depth, her tight hole moulding itself to accommodate the intruder. He pushed in further, but found no barrier impeding his progress. He knew enough about the female anatomy to know there should have been something stopping him from going any further. He murred in confusion and gave her a look that displayed his bewilderment.

"Hair brushes can be wonderful things," she said giggling, blushing at the same time. Mark smiled and made a light-hearted chuckle. For a moment, he pictured her lying on her bed with the handle of a hairbrush forcing its way in to her divine pussy. Thrusting it in and out causing her to moan and shudder, possibly calling out his name whilst fantasising about him being inside her. Well if that was so, then she need not fantasise any more.

Her passage was incredibly tight, if it weren't for the vast amount of lubricating fluids he would have never made it all the way. He eventually managed to hilt himself fully inside of her, taking a moment for the both of them to rest and for Mist to contain the foreign invader. Mark enjoyed how he was able to fill her up completely, her tunnel proving a heated wet and pleasurable place for him to reside. He couldn't stop himself from making comparisons, as it was natural for him. On the one hand, his sister was more experienced and he was the student. On the other hand, Mist was so damn tight and desperate, it more than made up for her lack of experience.

Mist cringed and winced as his hard member had pushed snugly inside. She whimpered from the mild amount of pain, but mostly pleasure. It felt fantastic to be finally filled and satisfied in the way she needed most. She could feel herself convulse around her lovers cock, trying to pull him in further or at least keep him buried within her.

He slowly began to draw his imbedded shaft out of her, finding it more difficult than he imagined. Just as hard as it was to hilt himself, pushing though her straining walls, it was now just as difficult to escape from them. They gripped down around his cock and the only thing helping him along was the combination of her sexual juices and his saliva. He at long last brought his length from her squeezing depths, leaving only his tip resting inside. He took a much-needed breath inwards filling his lungs to capacity.

It was not long before he was pushing himself back in to her, his shaft sliding down her slippery love tunnel. It was marginally easier this time to hilt himself, but not by a lot. He felt the suction pulling him back in again as he withdrew. Once more he pounded back in to her, feeling that she was loosening up somewhat. A few more similar thrusts and she was accepting his full length with relative ease. He grunted profusely, starting to speed up and increase the power of his thrusts. He humped against her, his balls slamming neatly against her tail hole.

Her whimpers suddenly turned in to deep moans of desire as her paws jumped to his back and clung for dear life. The unbelievable sensations coursing throughout her body sent a ripping amount of pleasure from her pussy and up her spine. Her back arched in to his hips with an abrupt amount of force. Her mind switched off and her lust took over, driving her further. Her hips bucked in time with his downward thrusts causing a squishy slap noise each time they bumped together. She went wild with craving of his cock, her body acting of its own accord and giving her insurmountable pleasure in return. She shuddered and quivered all over, feeling the tension within build to impossible heights. Then it exploded like a volcano, erupting and releasing itself in the form of pure undiluted bliss. The orgasm of her life, one of such magnitude her screaming voice became an inaudible high-pitched squeal of delight.

Her claws were gripping in to his back painfully, he wasn't sure if blood was being drawn, but he really didn't care. His body was on pleasure overload as waves of ecstasy thumped in to him. His lower regions tensed up unimaginably wanting release. His member fell from his control and he achieved what he wanted to do from the very beginning. Fuck her with all his might. As the convulsions around his shaft became horrifically tight, but in a good way, he sped up and powered through her orgasm, finding his own on the horizon. He slammed in to her with the strength and swiftness that could rival that of a feral beast. He groaned in absolute ecstasy, no longer able to contain his built excitement.

He released a torrent of cum in to her, jetting blast after blast of his white seed. She could feel each hot spurt of his potent fox cum as it shot up her, coating her insides completely. A seemingly non-ceasing supply was endlessly pumped in to her. He bucked his hips harshly each time his cock twitched and sprayed another load of his sticky produce. He came so deep inside her it took a while for it all to flow down and reach their connection. He could feel their combined fluids mix together and dribble down his shaft. He did not even think to stop thrusting as yet more of his sperm was surged forth in to her sticky chasm.

He murred in delight at the glorious feelings. He collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her ample chest. They were both breathing heavily, their eyes firmly closed, their chests heaving. He humped her only lightly now as the slow rhythmic pulsing of his softening tool lessened and his ejaculation began to die down. He finally seized his gentle movement as the last tiny spurts of cum left his sac beneath. He could feel her vaginal walls still convulse around his cock as if to milk any further vestiges from him.

They were both totally exhausted and panting like mad. Mark grinned, as he loved this feeling almost as much as he loved to climax. The warm afterglow of sex was tranquil in its own right. It was fantastic cuddling up to his lover after they have shared something so intimate.

"I love you..." she mumbled, before her eyes closed and she fell in to a sort of sleep. Mark did not reply and only kissed the back of her head.

They rolled over together, getting in to a nice comfortable spooning position with Mark against the back of the sofa. He was still buried deep within her and both of them could feel each and every little twitch the other made. Too weak to move and too tired to as well, they fell asleep with peaceful smiles on their faces. There was no need for any kind of warmth provider as they had each other, snuggling close as possible was all they needed and all they wanted.

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Mark was first to wake; still exhausted from last nights play he sleepily opened his eyes. They took the brunt of the early morning sunshine, making him immediately slam his lids shut. He was too sleepy to wake straight away and had to warm up to the idea. As his sense recalibrated, he felt Mist shift between his hugging arms. She groaned and shuffled about, trying to pull an invisible blanket further over her furry body. He squeezed her tighter for a moment, brining her in to full consciousness. He brought a paw to her head fur and stroked between her ears, sometimes scratching behind as well. She purred pleasantly and pushed her head in to the gentle rub. She tilted her head up and opened her closed eyes to meet Marks.

"Morning," he whispered quietly.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured, stretching her arms and legs. "Morning," she breathed out her response through her nose.

"Do you want to get up yet or want to stay cuddling me for a bit?" He asked politely, stretching out his sleepiness as well. She flipped over on to her other side so that she was now facing him.

"What do you think?" She grinned cheekily. They connected in a loving kiss, losing themselves totally in one another's mouths. The heavy scent of sex was still in the air, even though many hours had passed since they had made love. Both of them could smell it in the air and on each other, although less on each other for some reason. The kiss was broken in a mutual agreement of wills. They smiled warmly at one another.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I really gotta go to the toilet," Mark almost whined at her.

"Well go and do it, that's just gross!" She squealed at him in mock disgust. He laughed, squeezing her bum lightly with a paw. She yelped loudly, giving him a dirty look then giggling.

He climbed over one of the arms of the sofa, rolling off the end and lifting himself on to his feet. He yipped noisily as he felt a tugging on his tail as he tried to walk away. He looked back to see his feline friend holding him firmly in place, grinning evilly at him.

"Mist, let me go," he said a little plainly, sighing and rolling his eyes. She only giggled at him and tugged on his tail once more when he tried to leave again. "Mist, let me go," he sounded a bit angrier now, feeling the pressure inside him build.

"You have to say the magic word," she chimed sweetly, like some kind of demon dressed like an angel.

"Let me go... now," he made a fake guess at the word although he knew what it was.

"No, try again," she started to widen her smile. He thought about it for a second, playing dumb and pretending he didn't know.

"Is it... let me go or I'll tickle you in to submission," he said wickedly, a sly smile crawling across his muzzle. Mist's expression immediately turned to one of worry as her foxy friend lent over her ominously with his paws and fingers extended.

"N-no, t-try again," was all she managed to say before her words became burbles. Mark thrust his paws down upon her like and eagle striking at its prey. He worked every inch of her top half with a stampede of tickles. She writhed and squirmed under his torturing fingers, nearly throwing herself off the sofa in her desperation. He left no spot on her furry body un-tickled, making sure he made his message abundantly clear. He could see why Charlie loved to tickle people, it was super fun. The barrage stopped when Mist stopped laughing so much and started coughing for breath, nearly choking on her own laughter. Tears had formed in her eyes as she continued to wriggle, even after he had left her alone.

He patted her on the head and padded out the room, able to move freely now. The tickle session had woken both of them up and they were ready to face the day. Mark continued his escapade to the bathroom by walking up the stairs. He was still butt naked and sticky with semi-dried fluids all over his groin. He sniffed the air, smelling himself. He smelt very sweet with an aftertaste of pungent musk. He bounced up the stairs, tail wagging slightly behind him bobbing as he ascended each step.

After he had relieved himself he decided to not only wash his paws, but also wash his crotch. He considered taking a shower, but couldn't really be bothered. He made sure he got the worst of it out of his fur and made sure he wouldn't be too obvious to any sensitive noises. He went back downstairs and met up with Mist, who was applying her sodden panties. Mark felt his lust rebuilding as he stared at her cute bottom. He fought back an erection with great difficulty and swallowed hard. She stood back up, turning around and looked at him with a coy smile.

"You are beautiful, you know that don't you?" He said lovingly.

She blushed somewhat deeply and bent over again, giving him quite a nice view. He admired her slender legs and round rump, taking in her full splendour. When she stood back up he made a teasing whine of displeasure. She smiled at him and threw him his clothes, which she had bent down to collect.

"Oh that's cold Mist," he said, cringing when he caught his bundle of clothing. He threw the clothed on to the sofa and slithered his way across to her and began to sensuously stroke her bare arms.

"Down boy!" She yelled playfully, but it sounded serious enough. "We'll play later," she reassured him with a cheeky grin.

"I've probably got to make a move now anyway," he sighed, relenting his fondling.

They both changed back in to their creased outfits and went around the house gathering the things Mark had brought with him. His gamestation was neatly packed back in side the rucksack and his other bits and pieces were collected as well. He was fortunate that he did not use his sleeping bag at all as it was a pain trying to roll it up and fit it back in to its special bag that always seemed to small to contain it.

They were standing by the doorway within the hour. Mark had put his rucksack over his shoulders and his sleeping bag was slung over his right shoulder. He turned to her to say goodbye, but was intercepted by the girl's lips. She hugged him tightly, seemingly not wanting to let him go just yet. They kissed deeply and passionately for sometime, enjoying the closeness and warmth. When they broke away Mark was speechless and just stood there between reality and somewhere else inside his head.

"Seeya later, stud," she purred seductively, licking her lips and giving him a lustful look. Mark really couldn't think of anything clever to say in reply, so he just licked her cheek affectionately, making her fur glisten with saliva. They rubbed noses together as one final goodbye before they had to leave one another. Mark gave a sorrowful wave as he stepped out the door in to the wide world and walked off down the driveway. He walked backwards all the way so that he could wave to her before finally slipping out of sight.

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A ten-minute walk later he was at his own doorstep. It was a good feeling to be home, although he did already miss Mist. He opened the door, stepping inside and taking his shoes off. He placed all his stuff on the hallway floor, effectively unloading it from his person. He breathed in the scent of his home, the familiar territory he had become accustomed to. He discovered the house to be deadly quite, not a sound except the humming of kitchen appliances. He pondered to himself for a moment, wondering where everybody could be. He was pleased when he heard footsteps coming from upstairs and smiled to himself. It would be nice just to do something that didn't require physical effort or at least minimal physical exertion.

He watched as the blurred figure of his sister came bouncing down the stairs like an overexcited puppy and threw her arms around him. He immediately hugged her back as she snuggled into his shoulder. He surprised himself when he realised just how much he missed her. Her soothing touch and gentle warmth surrounding him. She rubbed his back tenderly, murring in to his ear and caringly licking it. He smiled happily from the attention he was receiving and returned her kind gesture with licks of his own. It did not even cross his mind that they were doing this when there could potentially be someone else in the house. Before he could say anything, his lips were sealed with her own. He had been given so many loving kisses lately that it made him feel very happy inside to know that he was loved so much. A rapid succession of smaller kisses was given after the initial deep one.

"I need to be with you so badly little bro," she murmured to him, nipping at his ear.

"Get in line," he mumbled inaudibly to himself, smirking as he said it.

"What was that?" She questioned with a curious look.

"Nothing sis... I think I really need your love as well," he murred quietly, looking her lovingly in the eyes.

Hazel could feel his hard penis pushing in to her, making her giggle intently and stroke his head. She looked down to see his tented jeans struggling to contain his throbbing erection.

"Yeah, I can see that bro," she giggled again with more merriment than before. "Don't worry, I'll sort that out for you," she said enticingly, bringing a paw down to his bulge and rubbing it. Mark couldn't help a light moan escape as his cock was once again pleasured. He would have thought that he would have had enough by now, but his groin proved otherwise.

"Come on quickly, lets go!" She said excitedly, grabbing his paw and pulling him up the stairs.

"Go? Go where?" He asked out of genuine confusion.

"Stop playing games and take your clothes off. Mum, dad and Charlie are all out so we have to take this opportunity now!" She yipped equally as excitedly as before.

"Can't argue with that," Mark replied cheerfully.

Without fully realising it, he found himself being thrown upon Hazel's bed. The amorous vixen jumped on top of him and gradually crawled up his body. Mark just lay there not knowing quite what to do.

"Didn't I say take your clothes off," she asked muzzle to muzzle with him.

Mark quickly whipped off his shirt, unbuckled, unzipped and pulled down his jeans with underwear included. She murred in delight at the sight of his stiff member. Mark still didn't know what to do because she was acting kind of funny. Hazel lowered herself down his body, bringing her mouth level with her brother's tool. She sniffed at he groin area, something didn't quite add up. She could smell something on him, she couldn't quite figure it out, but it was familiar in someway. When she thought about what it could be she shook her head dismissively, not trusting herself enough to believe her first thought. Maybe she trusted Mark too much to allow such thoughts to enter her mind.

"Now you just lye back and let me do this for you little bro, I would advise not moving if I were you or I might have to punish you," she told him, speaking softly. Mark was kind of frightened by the 'punish' part and gulped helplessly, this was another new side of his sister he wasn't sure if he liked. But he did get his wish, 'At least I don't have to do anything.' He went along with it for now and placed his arms up above his head where they would be out of the way.

She brought a paw to his penis and encircled it at the base. He immediately groaned quietly at her touch finding it to still be sensitive. He felt her smooth paw pads glide up his shaft, the warmth they provided went with it. Torturously she brought her paw back down as slowly as she could, without it feeling un-pleasurable. He whimpered uncontrollably as she caused him desperation and the agony for release instantaneously with her slow pawing. It was like pleasure and torture rolled in to one, as she did not speed up. Pre-cum flowed freely from his tip, pouring down his cock and flooding over her paw. He was amazed and somehow frightened how easily it was for him to reach a state of near orgasm that quickly. She kept him there for a long time, still not speeding up her strokes and making him writhe beneath her grip. He wondered for a second what the penalty for movement was, could it have really been worse than his suffering right now?

Thankfully, she suddenly stopped and so did his near peak state. He had kept his paws and arms out of the way above his head the whole time. In many respects he didn't know his sister that well and therefore didn't know how far she was willing to go. She smiled at him and he smiled back, all be it a little shakily.

Hazel loved having this kind of control, she had considered binding him somehow and making sure he didn't move an inch. She found herself surprised by his determination to please her and thought it was rather like having her own totally obedient puppy. She giggled happily when she looked at him in that position. He didn't half look silly.

"You want to cum little bro," she asked him sweetly. He nodded eagerly, showing her that he did need it badly. 'Are all women this devious or just the ones I know?' Mark found himself asking himself.

She chuckled evilly and smirked at him. She grabbed the base of his length and held it firmly in place. She lowered her mouth over his tip and tentatively licked it, taking in a helping of his pre. She shivered with excitement eliciting a small groan from Mark. She took only the tip of her brother's penis in to her maw and suckled on it teasingly. More of his salty fluid leaked fourth and was instantly collected on her tongue. A spark of desire made Hazel begin to lower her lips further down his throbbing shaft. Mark could feel the warming wetness engulf him as his sister gradually inched her way down. He was amazed when she didn't stop and took his whole penis in to her jaws. He could feel the ridges at the back of her throat, stimulating his nerve enriched tip to new heights of oral ecstasy. Her tongue flicked at his under side, running its rough surface up and down. She purposefully wrapped it tightly around and constricted her strong muscle to provide better grip and pleasure. When she drew herself back off her brother's cock, sucking as she went, her tongue was still firmly in place.

He moaned in orgasmic delight as his whole length was enthused within her mouth. There was the wetness, the heat, the sucking and her tongue all playing an intricate part in bringing him such immense satisfaction. It didn't stop there; she dropped back down upon him, taking the full length of his shaft down her throat once more. It was an incredible feeling to be deep-throated and Mark nearly passed out with pleasure. He felt his furry sac being cupped in a paw and his balls being rolled around like marbles in a bag. His whole crotch area was encased in warmth and it felt wholly fulfilling.

Again Hazel withdrew his stiff penis from her maw and gave her tongue a gentle swirl around his tip before she plunged back onto him. Her speed increased dramatically as it obviously became easier to take him in. She bobbed up on down, grinding the roof of her mouth over his tip, sucking with all her might and rubbing him with her slick tongue. He could feel his climax steadily approaching in leaps and bounds. His cock began to twitch wildly, urging her to go faster. His hips bucked in to her muzzle subconsciously, almost choking her from the unprepared assault. His mind went fuzzy and he became increasingly breathless, panting like crazy. She ignored all the signs or his impending orgasm and continued to bob her head up and down, deepthroating him each time.

It was simply too much and the building waves of pleasure exploded like a bomb inside him. His shaft made a powerful spasm as the first load of his cum was shot straight down the back of her throat, coating her gullet with sticky cream. She nearly gagged on her brother's power shot of semen, but just managed to choke it down. Before she could recover from the primary blast, another even more potent discharge hit her. This one did make her gag, as her throat was completely full with his magnificent produce. She pulled off of him just in time to receive a splash of sperm across her muzzle. Two more loads splattered over her face, hitting her on the cheek and eye making her slam it shut. She sucked his pulsing member back in to her maw and yet more of his cum flooded her mouth. She tried her best to swallow most of it as it spurted from him. Mark groaned and grunted in time with each and every commanding thrust he made in to her with his hips. Each time more of his creamy spunk surged fourth from his throbbing organ. She murred amiably as the flow came to a steady halt, jetting out the last few drops he had left. She cupped his sac and soothingly massaged the orbs in side. A couple more spasms from the pounding shaft in her mouth and her brother's cumming came to a complete stop.

When she pulled away, a thick strand of mixed fluids connected her to him before it broke and fell away, attaching itself to her chin. She was well and truly creamed inside and out with his sticky sperm. Mark had long ago slipped in to a completely different dimension from the sheer pleasure. His entire body twitched from the blissful feeling. He felt like his balls had been sucked dry and his system thoroughly purged. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes were firmly closed. He let out involuntary moans as his orgasm died down. When he opened his eyes he was greeted by the glorious sight of his sister licking away at her lips. It was so dirty and exciting watching his own sister gulp down his sticky semen and thoroughly enjoying it too. She left no spot on her face unclean, wiping his cum with two fingers down to her mouth and flicking out her tongue to collect it. Where she had taken the deposits of gooeyness, it left a glossy smear flattening her fur all the way down to her lips.

"Mmmmmm... you do taste good little bro," she murred contentedly, licking her lips and looking him sleepily in the eyes.

She crawled once more up to his head and kissed him deeply. He could taste the salty, but oddly sweet remains of his cream on her lips. It didn't bother him in the least. When she broke the kiss she rested her head on his chest. She rubbed at his chest fur and yawned sleepily, her eyes beginning to close. For now at least they didn't much care about the world around them and the need for sleep overtook them. It was still only mid-afternoon, but nobody would be back for a few hours yet so they had no worries in that department. A little nap wouldn't hurt them at all.

"I love you so much little bro... I never want to let you go..." she murmured drowsily, finally slipping off in to dreamland.

"You mean everything to me sis... I will never love anyone as much as I do you..." he whispered softly in to her ear, drifting off in to sleep himself.