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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events depicted within have any reflection on reality, no matter how delightfully meta it would be.

Her Number One Fan By Green

Sophia Adair returned to her bedroom, comfortably full of dinner, and locked the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, the computer humming quietly, awaiting her return, she opened her belt buckle and undid her fly, sliding her jeans down her thin legs as she went. The young squirrel brushed down a tuft of brown fur that was sticking the wrong way as she sat down, ready to get back to work. She enjoyed writing, it was her passion, and something she was very good at. She maintained two major accounts on the Internet for storing her work. One of them was a blog, under her real name, which her family was aware of. The other one, though... the other one was an account on an art community which allowed its users to post whatever they wanted, though the unspoken emphasis tended to be on erotic art and stories. Sophia, under the username "CheekyWinter" (she'd pulled it out of the air, vaguely referring to feral squirrels' habit of stuffing their cheeks with stuff while building up winter supplies), had posted a few poems and short stories and been mostly ignored, receiving one or two nice comments per piece and a single user who added her to his "following" update list without saying a word. Then, one day, she built up her courage and wrote a pornographic story. It wasn't anything earth-shaking, it was just about a teenage fox and her boyfriend, a wolf, having sex in her bedroom. But when she got up the next morning, there were three more people following her, and she got more comments than usual, even if they were mostly "Wow, is that ever sexy!" or "I wish I was the wolf!" or some variant of those. Then she wrote another story, and another, and slowly but surely, her popularity started to rise. It was now just about two years later, and she had a dedicated audience who loved her stories. But she wasn't just popular because she was quite skilled (though that did play a part in it, obviously), and it wasn't just because she wrote X-rated stories. She was regarded as one of the most highly skilled writers on the site... who specialized in incestuous tales.

You see, Sophia had a secret thing for incest. Sibling incest, specifically. And she had written quite a few stories on the subject. The first time she'd written such a tale, it was fairly tame; a pair of horses making love on a couch, only revealing at the end of the story that they were brother and sister. She had been nervous when submitting it, but she was surprised to discover that she didn't receive any negative remarks for it. The few readers she had at that point seemed to enjoy her little plot twist, one guy even said he'd immediately read the story again and found it much hotter knowing they were related. Since then, most of the stories Sophia had written for the site had an incestuous theme. She'd gotten her share of negative comments at first, but by this point people seemed to know what to expect from her, so she didn't hear too much complaining these days about how her stories were 'sick' or 'unnatural'. Right at this moment, she was putting the finishing touches on her latest tale, the last in a three-part series about a fox who'd made a 'sexy hypnosis' tape to amuse himself, only to catch his twin sister listening to it later, and discover that the tape had been totally effective, leading her to be incredibly attracted to him! In the first two stories, the brother's high moral fibre made him resist his sister's increasingly forward advances and hold back from having sex with her (though he wasn't a saint, both stories had at least two orgasms in them), as difficult as this proved. In this conclusion, he finally confessed to the tape plot, and his sister casually admitted that his tape had never worked, that she'd been attracted to her brother all along, and that it had given her the opportunity to playfully express her feelings. The story ended with the siblings actually making love for the first time, and the ending, with the twins tenderly cuddling (Sophia was a big fan of tender cuddles), heavily implied that it wouldn't be the last time.

Finishing up the story, she immediately went back to the top and started reading, slowly. She was always anxious to post and see what her readers thought whenever she finished a story, especially this time, since she'd never finished off a series before, but she made a point of going back and checking every time to make sure there were no typos or misplaced words that she'd missed, as well as doing one last once-over for editing. As she scanned the story again, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was beginning to feel quite warm below the belt, and she was growing very wet as she read her own words. She couldn't help it, she really got off to incest. There was just something about how taboo the concept was, something about the idea of having sex with someone you know that well, someone you feel that close to already in a totally different way... it all made the idea incredibly hot for her.

It also probably had something to do with the fact that she had a huge crush on her older brother.

Robert Adair was only two years older than Sophia, but he always seemed more mature than that to her. He was funny, considerate, charming, and he had a nice body to boot. And despite being related to him, she wanted him so badly she could practically taste it. She wasn't sure when it had started, but when she was about 14 or 15, she found herself silently judging every male she met in terms of whether or not they were boyfriend material. She hadn't even noticed at first, as she judged a guy to be too buff, or not funny enough, or way too into horror movies, or whatever. It finally hit her one day that when she labelled a guy 'too' something, or 'not enough' of something, she was mentally comparing them to her brother. At first she thought this meant she wanted to find a guy who would make her as happy as Robert would one day make another girl (or at least that's what she told herself) but then she caught herself making eyes at a handsome squirrel at the mall, and realized he bore a terrific resemblance to Robert. It hadn't been easy for her to admit, even to herself, that she was attracted to her brother. But she found it more and more difficult to deny as the days went by. She felt a little flutter in her heart whenever she made him laugh. She caught herself checking out his butt more than once. One morning, she'd knocked on his door to deliver a message from their mother, and he'd answered in nothing but his boxers. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his well-defined chest, and she had to force herself not to look down at his crotch, which of course only made her mischievous mind immediately begin imagining those mysterious details. Sophia found herself stuttering as she told him something as harmless as "Your jeans are in the dryer, they're almost done." What finally cemented it in her mind was the realization, as she walked away, that she was slightly damp, her little bout of fantasy having stimulated her nether regions. It was then that she finally gave in, hurrying to her room and locking the door behind her before tearing off her clothes and masturbating on her bed, an intense fantasy of making love to her brother in her mind, his name on her lips as she climaxed. After that it was kind of hard to deny.

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Since then, she'd explored her feelings through the stories. She'd actually incorporated specific events from her experiences with him into some of them. She had once actually dared, for example, to sneak into his room while he wasn't home in order to play with herself in a bed inundated with his scent. Of course, she'd always made a point of changing details in the stories so as to render them unrecognizable, even though the odds of someone she knew finding a story and figuring out her identity were slim-to-nil. For example, the siblings in the story where she used the masturbating-in-his-bed scene were cheetahs, not squirrels (actually, she'd never used squirrels in one of her stories), and while Robert had unexpectedly come home, causing her to flee into the closet, it had just been to look for his misplaced cell phone while she huddled in the closet in terror, as opposed to stripping naked and masturbating while she watched and finished herself off in the dark. On the other hand, she was pretty sure a strange look had come over her brother's face while he was leaning over the bed, and to this day she was certain he'd caught the slightest hint of her feminine scent, which would be confusing to him indeed. Most of the things she drew upon for her stories, though, were far tamer than that. He'd laugh and throw a certain smile her way after hearing a joke, or he'd come in from the rain and pull off his soaking wet shirt, and she would shiver at the sight of her brother's chest. These much more common occurrences had a tendency to find their way into scenes in whatever story she happened to be working on, or at least the one after that, if they simply didn't fit.

It wasn't too long ago, actually, that she'd been in the basement looking through her Dad's old music stuff trying to find an 8-track player for a scene a friend of hers was trying to make for a YouTube video, when Robert had casually sauntered in and started using the stair climber on the opposite side of the basement. It had almost felt like he had deliberately started working out because she was there, but then he enjoyed working out, so even in her most perverted frame of mind she wasn't able to chalk it up to anything other than a coincidence. She'd tried to focus on the task at hand, but the machine made an awful lot of noise, and her brother was humming, drawing her curiosity. Giving in to temptation, she looked over at him, and shivered. He was slightly bent over, so he could hold on to the safety handles while still maintaining a steady pace on the never-ending steps, but the thing that was drawing her eyes like a magnet was the fact that to counter his forward-leaning posture, his big, wide, fluffy tail was flagged way up in the air... fully exposing his lower half to her sinful gaze. Robbie was wearing a particularly tight pair of shorts, and as she walked closer to him, continuing to casually peek in random boxes so she wouldn't seem to be acting out of the ordinary, she discovered that she could easily make out every detail of his butt as it flexed and relaxed with the climbing motion. Sophia unconsciously rubbed her knees together as she wondered if she'd be able to make out his package that clearly if she was on the other side. Alas, the machine was against the far wall, so the only way she could do that would be to blatantly go and lean against that wall herself, right next to the machine, where it would be horribly obvious as she leered at her innocent brother's body. So, after taking a long, needy look at his gorgeous ass, she left without a word and went right to her room. She had been closing in on finishing the second fox sibling hypnosis story, but she put it aside and quickly wrote out a short story wherein a girl watches her brother working out, changing several details such as their species (tigers, which Sophia had always thought were far, far sexier than plain, ordinary squirrels) the nature of the brother's workout (a flat treadmill, which the family didn't even own), and, naturally, the fact that in the story, the brother became aware of his sister's longing glances, and invited her to join him for a very special workout in his bedroom. Of course, she'd only been able to start writing in the first place once she'd finished masturbating to this same fantasy, yet again whimpering Robbie's name as she was overtaken by climax.

Back in the present, Sophia finished proof-reading, and reluctantly stopped rubbing herself through her panties, which were becoming quite damp. As she logged in to the site and started the upload process, helpful indicators in the corner of the screen let her know that she had several new messages. As if they'd reacted to her reminiscing over the tiger story, three of them were new comments on it. The first was a comment from a user she didn't recognize named 'JosephineTheQueen', which read:

omg I can't believ ehow hot this one was, I wish I was the tigress. Every older brother should eb this nice to his younger sister lol.

She had noted on the general notification page that Josephine had put the story on her list of favourite submissions on the site and started following Sophia. She grinned and made a mental note to thank her for that, sloppy typing or not. The second comment was from an established fan who said that, since he'd gotten to the story late, he would just agree with all the wonderful things everyone else had already said, and thanked her for sharing her 'cosmically sexy' stories with them. The third one was from another user she didn't recognize, 'Tail_Smack108'. He had also 'faved' this story, but he didn't have an avatar selected yet, it was just the generic grey outline of a humanoid head and shoulders. This usually indicated that he was either very new to the site or very lazy, but at least Tail_Smack had better spelling than the average 'random'.

I didn't think incest was my thing, but you've really turned me around on the subject. This was really, really sexy, Winter, and you should be proud of yourself. Sounds like Daniel should wear his red shorts more often, huh? ;)

Daniel, of course, was the name she'd attached to the Robert stand-in. She blushed slightly, she was always intensely flattered when people told her she'd turned them onto the idea of 'keeping it in the family', and decided to thank him extra-nicely. She then went back to the previous tab and finished filling in the forms on her new submission, officially uploading the final chapter in her Hypnotic Passion trilogy. "Now that that's out of the way, I think a little fun is in order..." she said to herself, grinning slyly.

The story would take a while for people to read, so F5-ing wouldn't yield anything good for a few minutes at least, and she had gotten quite worked up by her proofread. So she eagerly got out of her chair and nearly danced her way over to her bed, laying her tail down flat beneath her, she liked feeling it against the backs of her legs. Before she completely lay down, she ditched her shirt and bra, taking a moment to cop a feel off herself, get nice and warmed up. She was proud of her bust, if she did say so herself; it was a far cry from the ugly, stretched out balloons so common in porn stars, but she had the second-biggest chest of any of her friends, and enjoyed the fact that her girls had a bit of weight to them. After even discarding her wristwatch and socks, she lay down on the bed, but she left her panties on. That was part of the fantasy for her today. Sure enough, the very first thing she did was close her eyes and take hold of her underwear, imagining her brother on all fours above her, his prick nice and hard, proudly standing out beneath him like a missile under the wing of a plane. The fantasy almost broke as she snickered at that simile, far sillier than anything she'd use in a story, but she got back in the mood rather quickly by imagining that sexy grin on Robert's face as he teased his fingers across the elastic waistband, clearly intending to strip them from his sister's body, revealing her treasures to his leering eyes. "R-Robbie, wait... I'm - I'm a virgin. And I'm kind of scared..." she murmured to her imaginary lover as he trailed kisses along her sensitive throat. She could practically hear his voice as the fantasy continued with Robert's (read: her own) fingertips poking their way under the waistband and beginning to pull it away from her heated body. "It's okay, sis, I promise I'll take good care of you. I love you, Sophie. I always have," he said, his smile faltering as his earnest adoration affected his humour. Sophia whimpered out loud as the panties were slowly dragged down past her knees, exposing herself to her imaginary lover/brother's eyes. "God, Robbie, I - I've wanted to hear you say that for so long..." she whimpered, shuddering. And then there was no more room for words, as he pressed his lips against hers, and his hand against her sopping mound (that last sentence, incidentally, taken word-for-word from the horses-on-the-couch story). In her defence, she wasn't so lost in the fantasy that she extended her tongue into empty air as she imagined making out with her brother, but as she pressed her fingers past her eager folds and into her love tunnel, the simple idea that they were actually Robert's got her so worked up she was pressing her hips up against her hand, grinding against her fingers. She was already on her way to getting off; her imagination was especially effective today. She moved her hand into the long-practiced position that let her press inside and rub a couple of sensitive spots on her inner walls while at the same time allowing her thumb to tease and toy with her achingly hard clitoris, which was emerging from its fleshy hood like a bear after the winter. Thanks to that last simile, on the spot her brain came up with the concept of a bear waking up early from hibernation and lovingly touching his slumbering sister/mate's body before going back to sleep. That had promise, so she filed it away for a later time when she wasn't trying to get off, and went back to fantasizing about Robbie the way she had been before she was so rudely interrupted. The downside of a creative mind, surely, is that it can't be turned off.

She was squeezing and groping one of her breasts with her free hand, but was feeling especially naughty, and decided to change things up a bit. Releasing her teat, she let her middle finger join her other hand in ravishing her pussy momentarily, getting it nice and slick on her feminine juices, before ever-so-slightly changing the angle her hips were lying at, lifting herself slightly off the bed. As her newly lubricated finger prodded at her anus, she pretended to whimper in uncertainty. "Robbie, wait, don't, not there!" she cried (in her mind), unable to bring herself to simply swat his hand away. Even imagining his casual laugh made her blush harder and grow wetter. "Relax, Sophie, you're gonna love this," he whispered as he nipped at her ear and made her shiver. She moaned out loud as 'Robbie' slipped his finger into her backside, the young writer rubbing and thrusting into her rear with as much vigor as she could without hurting herself, which admittedly wasn't much, given that she ordinarily ignored that part of her anatomy entirely. Meanwhile, teasing at the most sensitive spots in her vagina and thumbing her clit were having their effect on her, and she swallowed another moan as she sensed her climax approaching all too soon. She had hoped that she could at least get to the part of the fantasy where he took her virginity, but imagining herself being masturbated by her brother was more than enough today. "God, Robbie... I'm... I'm gonna come..." moaned the writer, thrusting up against 'his' intruding fingers, her thighs squeezing down on the hand between her legs as if forcing it to remain in place. "That's it, sis, just relax and let it happen, long and hard and strong... show me how much you love me... and say my name when you do it, to remind us who you're coming for..." It occurred to Sophia that if she ever heard Robert talk like that to her in real life, fingering wouldn't be necessary; she'd probably just spontaneously come in her pants. She began to shudder all over, the movements of her fingers in and on herself increasing in speed, her legs shaking with barely-contained pleasure, mentally picturing Robbie as he worked out, every contour of that sexy, sexy ass lovingly outlined by those revealing red shorts. Something about that bugged her, but she was far too gone to care, and soon the shapely squirrel plunged over the edge, arching her back and pushing her fingers as far into herself as she could, gasping out loud as pleasure exploded outwards from her throbbing clit and molten pussy. "Oh f-fuck, oh - oh Robbie!"

As her orgasm burned itself out, she slowly sank back down to the bed, swimming in afterglow, but before she could even withdraw her fingers from herself, there was a knock at her door, followed by a deep, slightly muffled voice from the other side. "Sophie?" Oh fuck. It was Robert. The real Robert, not the imaginary one who was just as into incest as she was. "Uh, j-just a second!" she called out, blushing fiercely and feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Frantically, she leapt off the bed, wiping herself off with the already-damp panties and tugging on her pyjama pants, hurrying to button the matching top as she walked to the door. Leaning against the frame and trying to look casual, she opened the door - and swallowed a gasp as she felt a pleasurable 'aftershock' tremble through her lower body. Robert stood at the door, clearly fresh out of the shower, his fur clean and slightly damp, and he was entirely nude save for the towel wrapped around his waist. She had literally had a dream that started like this. "Wh-what's up?" she asked, torn between trying not to think of sex and mentally willing his towel to fall off. "I was about to ask you the same thing, Soph. Just finished a shower, and was on my way back to my room when I heard you call out. You need something?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and smirking. She stared at him blankly, wishing her stupid heart would calm down and stop beating so fast. "I did?" she asked, suddenly genuinely confused. Her eyes widened ever so slightly and she quickly averted her gaze as she realized that her orgasmic moans hadn't been as internal as she'd thought, and he'd heard her crying out his name at the height of her climax. "N-no, I didn't call you, maybe it was Mom, sometimes we sound alike, right?" she asked, internally committing hara-kiri for attempting such a crappy excuse. He raised an eyebrow, either at her weak explanation or her uncomfortable demeanour, then shrugged and turned to leave. But just before he did, he turned towards her room, an odd expression on his face, and sniffed the air. This confused her until she closed the door and reached up to rub her forehead, massage her stress away - and realized as her hand passed her nose that her fingers still reeked of her feminine scent. To her horror, she realized that since she had climaxed less than five minutes ago, her room was inundated with her personal aroma. Sophia didn't know how worldly her brother was, so she wasn't sure if he knew or not, but even if he hadn't silently come to the conclusion that she had been masturbating when she cried out his name...

...the brother she secretly lusted after had still just partaken of the scent of her pussy.

Sophia returned to the bed, threw herself on it, and groaned in embarrassment, hugging her fluffy tail close to her chest. "Ohhhhh, God..." she moaned, wondering briefly if it was actually possible to die of embarrassment, and whether it would be preferable to living it down. She wasn't going to be able to make eye contact with Robert for at least a week, she was sure. So humiliating! Her real brother wasn't particularly keen on making her a woman, so he was probably just waiting for the perfect opportunity to tease her for getting caught touching herself even if he hadn't realized the depth of her perversion. Stupid Robbie, going by right as I came, she thought. It's his _ _fault, really. Shouldn't have such a nice fucking ass if he doesn't want me to... Wait a minute. Her embarrassment momentarily forgotten, she sat up, a confused look on her face. She'd been thinking about Rob's ass in the tight red shorts when she came. The squirrel got up, and with the dexterity natural to her species, she was almost instantly at her computer. Rather than refreshing the new story to see if anyone had commented on it yet, she went back to the tiger story, where she'd received three new nice comments during the day. Her eyes were drawn magnetically to Tail_Smack108's take on the situation. There it was, plain as day. 'Sounds like Daniel should wear his red shorts more often, huh?' This time the winky face accompanying the comment seemed sinister somehow. Frowning, she scrolled up and clicked on a link, bringing up a special in-browser reader that let users read text submissions without downloading them first. Although she liked to go over her stories on occasion and remind herself of her past successes, this time she skipped right to the scene where heroine Tessa started admiring her brother Daniel's well-toned feline rump. Sophia bit her lip in confusion. Robert had indeed been wearing tight red shorts, just like Tail_Smack had said... but in the story, as one of the details she'd changed, Daniel the tiger was wearing green shorts.

Biting a fingernail nervously, barely noticing the taste of her womanhood on it, Sophia whimpered nervously, her mind already spinning an elaborate story of someone spying on her with hidden cameras and noting the similarities between events in her life and the plots of her stories. Maybe this Tail_Smack person was hinting at sinister things to come, maybe he was going to blackmail her in some perverse way with the knowledge that she lusted after her brother. Her mind went as far as imagining the look of horror on Robert's face as he opened an e-mail attachment that triggered a grainy video of his sweet little sister moaning his name in the throes of passion. No! Stop it! Knock it off! she thought, whimpering. The squirrel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hated when she got like this. It was another downside of having a mind built for storytelling, that it didn't just expand on the stories she liked. She'd never been able to watch horror movies because her imagination would run rampant during the parts where the killer/monster/ghost/whatever was not actively on screen, her own runaway train of thought scaring her far more than the movie itself actually did. This isn't one of those bad stories, this is probably just a typo or a mistake. Remember that guy who thought Bradley and Kate were cats instead of raccoons? It's just a misunderstanding, she thought, taking deep breaths. The 'bad stories' she was referring to were the kind of erotic literature she was diametrically opposed to, featuring rape and torture and coercion and all manner of nasty things. The sheer delight the writers had taken in describing the poor girls' pain, their tears, their shame, had genuinely unnerved the young squirrel, which was why she went to great lengths to make it perfectly clear in her own work that her characters were genuinely enjoying every minute of it. Focusing on rational thoughts, she opened her eyes and turned to the computer and typed out a response, just to put her mind to ease.

Thanks, Tail, nothing makes me happier than people enjoying my stories. But you might want to read more carefully - Danny's shorts were green, not red. ;)

Under normal circumstances, she never called out errors in readers' comments, such as getting names or species wrong, finding it rude to be pedantic, but in this case, she just had to reassure herself that it was nothing out of the ordinary. To get it out of her mind, she went and read the first comments on her new story, which praised it and wished the series could continue. There was one post that was written up in Cyrillic characters, which was new, and Sophia made a mental note to throw that through an online translator when she got the chance. She was trying to figure out the diplomatic way to address a glowing compliment that just so happened to include a description of how hard and productive the reader's orgasm was when she heard her mother calling out her name; dinner was ready. As she slunk down the stairs, rubbing at an itchy contact lens, Sophia briefly let her mind run away with her, and imagined this nefarious stalker, this Tail_Smack108, filling her unsuspecting family in on her deviant ways. She blushed just at the idea of Robert finding out she was attracted to him... that is if he hadn't figured it out just earlier when she'd cried out his damn name when she orgasmed. Pouting adorably to herself, she made a note to at least try and be more subtle about it, then put on her game face as she entered the kitchen, not wanting her family to suspect anything.

Her mother brightened up as she entered the room, the other members of her family already seated and digging into a fairly delicious-smelling meatloaf. "Sophie! I haven't seen you all day! How've you been?" she asked as her daughter went and poured herself a drink. The young squirrel blushed as her eyes instinctively darted to her elder brother, who seemed oblivious to her discomfort, scanning the sports section of the newspaper. Seeing him there so normal made her feel even more like a perv than usual as she remembered the vivid fantasy she'd had about him earlier. "Oh, um, I'm fine, mom, nothing big going on. Homework's under control, working on a few stories, you know, the usual," she said, carefully avoiding eye contact as she poured out a glass of generic branded not-Sprite. Sophia took her seat, next to Robert and across from Adam, their fourteen-year-old youngest sibling, who was cutting and eating with just one hand, the other glued to his cell phone, which he watched as intently as though it were preparing to dispense the secrets of the universe. As she started digging in to the meatloaf, her father raised a fork and pointed it her way, looking thoughtful. "You always talk about how you're working on a story, or having trouble with a story, or almost finished a story... but you never let us see your work anymore. Adam, put that thing away, your friends will still be there when we're done," she scolded, gesturing towards her youngest with a forkful of meatloaf. Sophia's kid brother gave an almighty pout, but put the phone in his pocket, groaning loudly as he did so to ensure everyone in earshot was aware of his plight. Incredibly, no one was especially moved by this. Sophia, for one, was too busy going pale under her fur, her over-imaginative mind suddenly summing up that image again, her father, mother, and brothers reading the stories she'd been posting for the last few years, seeing the hot, sweaty sex scenes and the explicit details of siblings making sweet, sweet love. "Oh... um, you guys wouldn't be interested, it's all just mushy romantic stories these days. Kind of embarrassing, really." She hoped she could leave it at that. Chewing some meatloaf thoughtfully, her mother adjusted her glasses as she swallowed and turned to Sophia. "Oh come now, sweetie, you're a very talented writer, I'm sure everyone here would love to read your stories... even if they are mushy and embarrassing," she said, sending her daughter a wink that made her die a little inside. Adam spoke up for the first time since dinner had started. "Not me! You wanna keep your stories a secret, that's fine by me!" he said happily, being his usual supportive self. It briefly occurred to Sophia that a fourteen-year-old male would probably appreciate her story gallery more than most people, and then mentally gagged, and returned her thoughts to anything other than Adam's budding interest in the opposite sex. She stiffened as Robbie put down the newspaper and turned those piercing brown eyes her way, making her blush even harder just by casually looking at her. "Well, you must be sharing them with someone, right? No way you're just writing stories and then letting them gather dust on your hard drive," he said, picking up a forkful of the vegetables on the side. Sophia bit her lip for a moment and then averted her eyes to the safety of her dinner plate. "There's, um, some websites where I share them with, you know, my writer friends," she said, trying not to sound too evasive. She didn't add the part about five-hundred-odd readers (she still felt uncomfortable calling them 'fans') who eagerly poured over her latest works. Per website. Their father, having finished off his plate, stood up to go to the sink, and their mother took the opportunity to get up and walk over with him, show him some incredibly minor flaw the faucet had developed that needed attention right away. With Adam having quietly gone back to his phone, and therefore oblivious to the conversation around him, Robbie leaned towards Sophia in a conspiratorial way. As he did so, the arm he placed on the table rubbed against Sophia's, feeling warm and solid. It didn't help that the hushed tone he adopted was low, almost sensual (at least in her mind). "Mushy or not, sis, I kinda miss reading your stories, I always enjoyed going over them with you and helping you with your spelling and grammar and stuff. It was nice to share that with you, you know?" Sophia swallowed, putting down her fork so the trembling would be less obvious. Great, just need to hide the shaking in my voice now, she thought, trying desperately not to imagine Robert's face if she showed him her latest works. "I - I didn't know that, I, uh, thought you were glad we stopped. I, um... I guess you could read some of my stuff, I think some of it would be okay..." The writer trailed off, caught rather off-guard. She furrowed her brow as she spoke, trying to remember the last time she'd written a totally clean story. Incest of course was completely out of the question, but Sophia didn't even want to show her brother anything the least bit explicit if she could avoid it. As her mind wandered through the usual subject matter of her tales, she suddenly imagined Rob lifting his hand and cupping it over hers, leaning in to gently kiss her as the rest of the room faded away... the young squirrel started as she realized she was in danger of fantasizing about her brother right there at the dinner table, and stood up, hastily turning away. "Uhhh, can I get back to you, Robbie? I'd have to look through my stories to see what's any good," Sophia said, gathering up her dishes and turning to face the counter, not her brother, though she couldn't help but peek over her shoulder as she did so. Clearly oblivious to the turmoil in his sister's mind, Robert smiled brightly and made a dismissive gesture. "Sure, sure, I'm in no hurry, and I'm sure it's worth it. Just pick out the best ones and e-mail 'em to me," the studly squirrel said, as she turned to face forward again, blushing now. Nodding wordlessly, Sophia left her plate on the counter, with her parents somehow still distracted by the sink, and fled the scene, retreating to her room.

Once she was safely contained within her bedroom, door firmly locked behind her, she sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands, groaning. Her brother complex was completely out of control, if having taboo thoughts in the middle of dinner was indication. Just pick out the best ones, he says... the ones everyone says are the best have multiple orgasms and siblings crying out each others' names and stuff. It didn't really help that the primary thing she had to take her attention off of it was working on her next story... which also focused on sibling sex and was also inspired by a memory of Robbie. Well, not the only thing. She could also go through the newest reviews of her story, which of course complimented her on excelling in the field of brother-sister relations. Leaning back up, she leaned an arm against the desk, resting her forehead against her open palm. Normally she didn't spend much time regretting her kinks, it didn't seem to serve much purpose, but sometimes, she felt like a perverted freak, fantasizing about her own brother. "God... sometimes I think I should just get him drunk and fuck him, just to get it out of my system..." she muttered to herself, "Maybe then I'd at least know if I'd been describing things right all this time." It might seem odd for an author of her specialization, but one of the lines she'd delivered to her imaginary lover earlier on had been true; Sophia was a virgin. She'd tried dating a few times, even if the boys invariably paled in comparison to Robert, but had never clicked well enough with any of her suitors to move beyond kissing at most. Fortunately, it was remarkably easy for one to find descriptions of The Deed online these days, so even though she'd never actually slept with a boy, the squirrel was pretty confident in her description of the details, aside from the occasional mistake, like a very early story where a guy kept his hard-on after coming; fortunately, the character was canine, so it only took a few quick edits to give him a knot, which would indeed keep him nice and stiff for a time after his climax. As she pondered the idea, sarcasm aside, Sophia came up with an idea about a sister just so tired of her stubborn virginity that she straight-out offered it to her worldly older brother, who surprised her by making it much more tender than the soulless, compulsory act she'd been expecting. But that just reminded her that she had another story in the works already, so she just jotted a note about the plot in her notebook, which had proven indispensible for not forgetting such things, and then returned to the story on her screen, sighing and trying not to think about Robbie too much while writing the sex scenes. For the next few hours, she worked on a story about a pair of mouse twins who found their thoughts increasingly turning to each other after the sister had inadvertently walked in on her brother playing with himself. As she wrote about Genevieve groping herself, sliding a hand into her panties to soothe the fire burning within her as she fantasized about her brother Anton, Sophia remembered that that too was inspired by something she'd done once. Sadly, she hadn't gotten the clear view of her brother that Genevieve had, Rob's chair faced away from the door, so all that Sophia had seen was that he was looking at porn on his computer. At the moment, though, it wasn't the details that bothered her. Her mind had gone back to Tail_Smack108 and the shorts thing. When she'd seen the comment, her immediate panicked worry was that it was some outsider, who had discovered the truth behind her stories and intended to blackmail her in exchange for keeping her family in the dark. Except... except that the shorts incident had been Robert working out on a stair climber in the basement, which had no windows, and she had been the only other person there. The only way Tail_Smack's comment could really be hinting at knowledge of her inspiration was if... was if Tail_Smack108 was her big brother Robert. She bit her lip, pondering the idea for just a moment, before relaxing and shaking her head. No. No no no, no way her brother had any idea what she'd been up to; he would have freaked out and blabbed her secret to the world the instant he comprehended what he was looking at. Leaning back, she softly laughed to herself. Maybe she needed to relax. It wouldn't do her any good to start getting paranoid about this stuff. Thinking of Tail_Smack, whoever he really was, had reminded her of his comment on her story, and made her blush a little at the way she'd been genuinely worried someone had really known what was going on. Logging back on to the website, she checked her inbox; he had indeed responded to her reply.

The shorts were green? So they were! Huh, I guess my memory's just getting fuzzy. ;)

Sophia left it at that, not wanting to draw this thing out any further, but as she went to close the tab, she read it again and frowned ever-so-slightly, wondering what he'd meant by that line about his memory. That winky face seemed to suggest he knew more than he let on... Groaning out loud at her own worries, the squirrel shook her head again and shut down the browser. It was definitely time to give her brain a rest.

That night, no doubt triggered by all the thought she'd given the subject lately, Sophia had another one of those dreams. Despite having firmly locked the door before going to bed, in the dream Sophia awoke just as her brother easily opened it and slipped into the room, telling her that he was fully aware of the stories, and wanted to help her fantasies come true. The rest of the dream was sighs and moans, warm touches and fleeting kisses, romantic words whispered into ears and muffled cries of passion... right up to the point where she woke up for no apparent reason, right in the middle of The Deed, decidedly unfulfilled. Realizing what had happened, Sophia let out a sigh that turned into a whimper and pushed the blanket off, reaching down to cup herself through her decidedly damp panties and confirm what she expected after a dream like that. No way she'd be able to get back to sleep until she took care of herself... though she knew it could never be as good as when dreaming about her brother's touch. Sliding her underwear down to her knees and getting to work, Sophia muttered groggily to herself. "Figures... a good writer always leaves them wanting more."

The next morning, Sophia sat at the table by herself, staring into her corn flakes like she expected the milk to contain mystical secrets of the universe. Robert was in the shower, though, despite what some of the stories in her favourite genre might have one believe, she wasn't having particular difficulty not imagining him in the altogether. No, though she was thinking about Rob, her thoughts were decidedly less carnal than usual. It wasn't just a sex thing, after all. Sure, she loved to fantasize about her well-put-together sibling, but she wanted more than just to wrap her legs around him. Robbie was one of the sweetest, most thoughtful men she'd ever met, slow to anger, quick to forgive, and always ready with a joke, albeit usually one so bad you laughed at his taste in humour rather than the joke itself. She remembered how dearly jealous she had been of her brother's first girlfriend, silently wishing all kinds of harm upon her as she watched from across the hall while they got ready at the front door to go see a play (because Rob had thought it would be more impressive than a movie). When she first heard from her mother, weeks later, that they'd broken up, she'd actually been rather smug about it... until she saw how totally crushed Robbie was, and felt retroactive guilt over her resentment. Since then, she'd tried to be supportive, but the fact of the matter was that Robert Adair was her ideal man, and she couldn't help but be disappointed whenever she saw him going steady with someone else, even if she knew her dreams were impossible. Despite being so distracted, Sophia eventually managed to finish her cereal and headed upstairs to claim the now vacant shower.

When she went back to her room, feeling fresh and clean, Sophia flicked her computer on before she started getting dressed, as the process took her a while. As she walked by in her underwear, she paused long enough to start her Internet browser, which defaulted to loading her inboxes on the main sites she operated from. She was coming back across in a nice skirt, looking for a blouse to compliment it, when she saw the new message out of the corner of her eye, and peered in closer to see what it was. Some new comments on the conclusion of her hypnosis story. The first was someone named 'thorion-six' who she didn't recognize.

*giggles* What a sexy story, murr... I would of liked the ending more if it turned out Marcy only *thought* the tape didn't work, and he just wanted her to think she'd chosen to sleep with him by herself. ;3 *noses and purrs*

Sophia leaned back, wrinkling her nose like the comment had carried a detectably unpleasant odour. She had a pet peeve against people mistaking the word 'would've' for the nonsense combination 'would of', but here that was the least of her concerns. In a word, Ugh. She'd had a few comments like this on these stories, apparently the hypnosis crowd were more into stories about forceful psychic domination than her relatively light-hearted fare, which didn't really contain any real mind control to begin with (although only this conclusion had revealed that). This thorion chap was the kind of person who made her skin crawl, not to mention it was considered rather rude to make a comment talking about how a story would be 'improved' if the author had catered to your fantasies instead (although admittedly, almost everyone on the site was guilty of some form of that at one time or another). To her relief, she saw that there was already a reply to this comment, from a fairly regular reader named 'Wave-Man Nara', a sea otter she IMed with frequently; he liked to concern himself with surfing, giving swimming lessons, and reading stories online. Nara held a very similar opinion on the subject that CheekyWinter did, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

Even if that sort of thing appealed to Cheeks, which her catalogue would *clearly* suggest isn't the case, your suggestion is wildly inconsistent with the previous two stories, as one wonders why Ben was so nervous about the whole thing if he was some kind of manipulative creeper all along.

Sophia smiled at that, and made a mental note to thank Nara about it later. She felt she could leave thorion's comment without personally addressing it for a while, thanks to that response, and went back to her inbox. The final new entry was on the first chapter in the story, which she'd expected; readers unfamiliar with a story would often see a new chapter go up on the site or in someone else's favourites list, find themselves interested, and start reading from the beginning instead of just starting there. It happened whenever she posted a sequel. So she went to check it out, scrolling past the story (and trying to ignore the incredibly awkward simile in the opening that she couldn't believe she'd ever thought was clever) to discover... Tail_Smack108, apparently checking out the rest of her gallery now that she'd 'turned him around' on the idea of sibling incest.

Oh wow, no wonder I've seen this pop up in so many favourites lists, this was *awesome*. I gotta say, though, Marcy seems almost eager to follow his suggestions, I'm not sure the tape was even necessary. Did Ben ever try just *asking* his sister if she wanted to fool around? ;)

Again with that smug winky face. He'd probably skimmed the last chapter already and knew going in that Marcy was only pretending to be hypnotized. Shaking her head, Sophia took a deep breath. Here she was, assuming the guy was an asshole because he'd made her paranoid. He probably had no idea at all that his innocent comments had had this effect on her. Trying to compose herself, she told herself that the winks were just some kind of typographical tic, that Tail_Smack was just clearly identifying that his words were meant to be innuendo. She wasn't quite convinced, though; hopefully his next comments would be a little less open to interpretation. Before she could dwell, though, or consider a response, Sophia practically jumped out of her skin as there was a loud, unexpected knock at the door. Admittedly, most squirrels would have the same reaction, as they're a very high-strung people, but Sophia felt especially vulnerable, sitting here without her top and looking through her secret pervy accounts. Jumping up, she scrambled to grab a shirt, any shirt, from the drawer and headed to the door, frantically tugging it on as she opened the door just a crack. "Yeah? Oh, uh, hey Robbie," she said, clearing her throat and desperately trying to compose herself.

Her brother grinned at her with that wholesome, cheerful smile that made her toes curl up in her stockings, and said, "Heya, sis, I was just wondering if you had anything you'd finished lately that I could look over, you know, like we talked about last night." Sophia's mind was instantly drawn to the scene in the story she'd finished most recently, where, following a heartfelt confession, protagonist Ben finally allowed himself to give in to the burning desire he felt for his sister Marcy, leading to them making love for the first time on the floor of his room, ignoring even the bed in their passion. In short order, Sophia felt herself getting moist, and silently cursed the instinctive reaction even as she blushed. Meanwhile, of course, the man who had given Sophia her complex in the first place just stood there, none the wiser, smiling at her. "Ah, I'm s-sorry, Robbie," she stammered, "I got distracted by a bunch of work I had to do last night, I haven't really taken the time to look for something for you to read yet." Watching Rob's face fall, clearly disappointed, Sophia made a mental note to work something, anything clean into her schedule, so that she could share it with him; he wasn't the only one who missed the old days. "Ohh... well, that's okay," he said, more subdued than before, "You just let me know when you're ready, okay?" "S-sure thing, Robbie." He nodded and walked away, and she closed the door behind him and sighed. She hated leaving off in the middle of a story to work on something else, so no matter how much she wanted to see her brother smile again, hear his thoughts on the modern state of her writing skills, she told herself she had to finish the twin story first.

After a few minutes, Sophia had reached a point right before a love scene was clearly going to begin, with Genevieve trying in vain to resist her brother's warm hands and her own feelings, still concerned with the social taboos that kept them apart. It wouldn't take much for her twin to convince her, she was just afraid of that last step. On the other hand, Sophia wasn't much in the mood for a sexy scene right now, so she took a break, heading back to the Internet. She saw that the persistent Tail_Smack108 had left a comment on another one of her stories, adding it to his favourites list this time as well. When she clicked through to the story, she smiled softly. It remained one of her own favorites, too. It had been inspired by an incident a few years earlier when her family had been camping in a national park; they'd been staying in a clearing near the edge of the woods so they could sleep among the trees and roast marshmallows and such, but still have a public washroom within easy walking distance. One night, after Rob had excused himself to brush his teeth, some item, Sophia no longer even remembered what, had gone missing, and she set out to ask him about it. They were the only family staying in the area, and she'd taken him at his word when he left, so she only hesitated for a moment before she peeked into the men's room, only to freeze on the spot; there was a plastic baggie on one of the sinks with toothpaste and a brush inside, but it was still sealed, as Robert clearly had more important things to take care of first. He stood facing one of the urinals on the opposite wall, one hand leaned against the wall as he panted, obviously stroking himself, his hips thrusting slightly as Sophia stared in rapt attention. There was no door on the men's room, which used conveniently-placed walls in the entrance to provide privacy for its occupants, so Robert had completely failed to notice his sister's silent arrival. Most of Sophia's stories had been exaggerated rather extensively from the events which inspired them, inserting sexual connotations where none had really occurred, but just that once, the shapely young squirrel had found herself in a situation that wouldn't be at all out of place in one of the Japanese sibcest manga she so enjoyed reading. Biting her lip to keep from whimpering with need, she'd stared, openly stared, as her brother masturbated. Sadly, his closer foot was forward, so she couldn't actually see his dick, but she could ogle his exposed (and quite cute) rump, getting a glimpse of his swaying testicles now and then, and the motion of his other hand was unmistakable. Sophia had thought about slipping a hand into her panties - not to actually get herself off, but just to touch and tease, accent the moment - but she was wearing a somewhat tight pair of jeans and didn't think she could gain access to her underwear without alerting Robert to his audience.

So she just watched as his breathing got harder and faster, grunting and gasping to himself now, the thrusting of his hips more pronounced. Finally, the fingers on the wall curling up into a fist, her brother arched his back and let out a strangled groan, clearly trying to contain the noise, and Sophia's eyes widened, taking in every detail of her brother's orgasm. The wall was painted dark blue, the urinals a non-reflective gunmetal grey, and against a dark background, each spurt of her big brother's semen stood out like a sore thumb, letting her actually watch as Robert ejaculated, spurting against the inside wall of the urinal, one or two shots straying, falling to the tile floor with a wet splat. Watching Robbie in the middle of a climax, the young writer nearly came on the spot herself, soaking her panties with her desire. She stuck around long enough for Rob to get his breath back under control and flush the urinal, destroying most of the evidence, but Sophia had to use her instinctive squirrel agility to duck away from the entrance as Rob turned to glance over. She hid herself away in a far stall in the ladies' room, afraid he knew and would follow, but instead she just heard water running as he belatedly attended to his teeth, and then he left, heading back to the campsite. She was way too horny to face her family, so when she was sure he had left, she snuck back into the men's room, feeling extraordinarily slutty as she picked up one of the fallen globs of her brother's seed from the floor, giving it a sniff and feeling her inner walls clench down in need as her mind made the connection that she was handling her big brother Robbie's still-warm come. It had been on the floor of a public bathroom, though, so she washed her hands instead of testing its flavour. After that, she'd locked herself in a stall, fantasies in overdrive, and brought herself to climax twice before she was finally sated. She had touched herself once more, later on that night, inside her own private tent, but she'd made the story a touch more interesting. For starters, to make her heroine's actions seem more accidental, she'd made it a unisex bathroom, so Ellen the flying squirrel (the closest she'd ever come to her own species, because the memory was special to her) had had absolutely no idea her brother was even in the bathroom, much less that he was fiddling the proverbial ferret. Then, of course, she'd given Ellen a much better view of the show, able to watch her brother's hand "vigorously sliding and squeezing along his rigid manhood", and finally, she'd had her protagonist sneak into her brother Elliot's tent in the middle of the night; Sophia had rather enjoyed writing about a couple trying extremely hard to be silent as they made love, surrounded as they were by sleeping family members.

Thinking back to that night had put a big, stupid grin on Sophia's face, she'd even taken a moment to wonder, hardly for the first time, what would have happened if she'd walked into the men's room instead of just watching her brother finish himself off. She'd gotten a bit hot under the collar, but decided to stay hot and bothered for a just a bit while she wrote, as she found it helped make the sex scenes really pop. First, though, she scrolled down to check on the comment that had brought her mind back to the story to begin with.

Daaaamn, Winter, every story I read from you makes me like this stuff more and more. 10/10, for sure. You know, Ellen *says* she never thought about messing around with her brother before she caught him, but if that was true, I don't think she'd have wandered into the men's room, hehe... and I have to admit, I found it even sexier to imagine that Elliot knew she was there the whole time, that he got off even harder knowing his little sister was watching... I know I would. ;)

"...Oh, Christ." Sophia stared at the screen, blushing fiercely. She'd gotten a few crass comments like this, ranging from people just posting 'I came' to a few people describing how many times they had masturbated to one of her works. One of the sites was worse than the others for this, but that one was explicitly labelled as a site for erotic stories, so it wasn't all that surprising. But this Tail_Smack guy was something different altogether... It was like - it was like he really did know, but instead of blackmailing her or just coming right out and saying it, he was deliberately messing with her! She had, of course, toyed with the idea in the past (usually while touching herself), that Robert had known she was there, that he was thinking about her when he came, but to see the implications in a stranger's comment made her doubt for just a moment and wonder... once again no one else had been around, it was just her and Robert. Could Tail_Smack really be...? No, no, no! There's no way it could be true! Robert would never be okay with her incest stories, and he would have been outraged if he'd known she'd been watching him masturbate! But seeing that line referring to the 'men's room' when she knew perfectly well that the story described a unisex bathroom, the second time her mysterious fan had seemingly referred to the real event instead of the story... it made her extremely nervous. She noticed that Tail_Smack had changed away from the default icon to a stylized symbol associated with morphic squirrels as a people, from their early tribal days; almost every breed of morphic had similar symbology. That, in and of itself, didn't really bother her; there were rather a lot of her people in the world, so the fact that Tail_Smack was a squirrel (or perhaps one of those embarrassing delusional humans who 'identified' as a squirrel) didn't really help feed her paranoia. As she clicked through to his userpage, she had to admit, though, she would have felt a lot better if he'd identified himself as a fox or a rabbit or anything else that couldn't apply to her brother Robert. As his page loaded up, Sophia noticed a couple of things; first, there wasn't much info to be found, not even a home country or an age. It just said Tail_Smack had been registered with the site for about a month, and was a 'relaxed, easy-going type who loved a good story'. She saw that in the time she'd spent waxing nostalgic for that furtive voyeurism back at the campsite, he'd faved another one of her stories, and the corner of the screen alerted her that she had another new comment. It was a strange sensation; Tail_Smack108 was rapidly becoming one of her biggest fans, and yet all she could feel was dismay. She considered blocking him, right there and then, but if Robert really did know about her gallery, that wouldn't exactly solve that problem.

For the rest of the day, the idea was never far from her mind. What if her big brother knew that she spent her days writing stories about brother-sister incest? It wasn't like any of her stories had been inspired by her experiences with Adam (there'd probably be a market for that, but the idea made her skin crawl), so if Robert knew that Sophia Adair was CheekyWinter, it wouldn't take much deduction to work out which of her brothers she really had feelings for. Was this why he had suddenly expressed an interest in her stories? Or was that just because their parents had brought it up during dinner, and he had a legitimate interest in her writing? And if he did know, if he was Tail_Smack, well then, Jesus, why hadn't he said something?! Soon, she was completely distracted with these thoughts, couldn't focus on anything long enough to accomplish anything meaningful. She couldn't help it; a part of her actually hoped that Robert did indeed know her 'secret identity'. Because if Robbie had found out the truth, and he hadn't told anyone...

...Maybe he was interested in her the way she was interested in him.

She blushed every time she thought of that, it was just so childish. Just another way for her to imagine Robert taking the initiative in playing into her forbidden fantasies. Except this time, she was thinking these things for real instead of just as part of a sexy dream or a potential story. Shaking her head with a groan, Sophia pushed away from the desk and stood up; this was all too much, she really needed to get away for a moment, clear her head, decompress. Maybe she'd take a walk. It was snowing out, and she did so enjoy the solitude one gets in the winter. Smirking, she silently noted that it would probably do her some good not to spend all of her time online. The squirrel took a moment to leave the browser on a website dedicated to pictures of feral kittens instead of one of her pornographic stories, just in case anyone barged into her room while she was away. Thus reassured, she went downstairs, leaning against the wall near the door to pull a boot on. As she bent over to tighten the straps, she stiffened, hearing her brother's voice just behind her. "Hey Sophie. You going for a walk?" he asked, the smile obvious from his voice alone. She glanced behind her, chiding herself for half-expecting him to be checking out her butt. Then, suddenly very aware of her movements, she very carefully stood up straight and turned around. "Oh! Hey Robbie," said the writer, doing her best to sound casual, "Y-yeah. I've had some, uh, stuff on my mind lately, and I thought maybe some fresh air would help clear my head." Gesturing towards the coat-rack, Robert hit her with one of those oh-so-charming smiles of his. "Do you, ah, do you mind if I join you?" asked the squirrel who had inspired so many of her works, "I've been meaning to get out of the house myself." Resisting the urge to weep in despair, Sophia turned to the coats and silently sighed through her nose. It looked like getting away from her problems wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. To be fair, it hadn't occurred to her that her problems would ask nicely to come along. And she found she just couldn't turn him down, even when he was the very person she'd been hoping to avoid. She truly hoped he didn't know about her feelings for him, or he might start to use these powers for evil and ask her to rob a bank. Putting on her game face, she slipped her coat on and grinned back at him. "Sure, it'll probably be nicer with company anyway."

At first, they were silent, apart from warning each other to be careful if the snow was treacherous, but as they reached the park, where municipal lackeys had gone over the paved paths with industrial snow-blowers, they breathed a little easier, and after a few moments, Robert cocked his head to look at his sister, adjusting his hat as he did so, and broke the silence. "Hey... I kinda wanted to talk to you, sis." His voice was low and quiet, like the silent park around them deserved the subdued tones of a library. Sophia felt her heart starting to beat faster in her chest. Oh fuckballs, is this it? she thought_, Is he going to confess? He - he really knows? Oh God..._ Cupping her hands together over her heart, she swallowed a whimper, wondering whether she hoped he just wanted to mess with her, and didn't take the feelings any further, or whether he wanted... well, her. The train of thought was cut off as he continued. "You've seemed really stressed lately, and I wanted to make sure everything was okay." It was a good thing he glanced away at that moment to take in a frost-covered spruce tree, as Sophia barely managed to suppress the groan of frustration, much less the look on her face, which may as well have had oh come on written across it. She managed to compose herself before he looked back, though, and she shrugged. "I dunno, I just..." After trailing off, Sophia sighed, trying to come up with some way to describe her situation to the very person she suspected might be behind all her grief to begin with. Suddenly, it struck her that if she were to bring it up now (sanitized in case he really didn't know anything), she could gauge his reaction and see if he really was Tail_Smack. "Well, there's somebody who's been reading my stories who's kinda been giving me a rough time," she said, watching him from the corner of her eye. Robert nodded sagely as she spoke, and then smirked. "So... You want me to track him down and kick his ass?" he asked, his voice absolutely deadpan, like he was perfectly serious. Even as she snickered at that, Sophia frowned inside. Damn, he's being cagey... she thought, Or he's innocent, of course. "No, that's fine. It's just... some of my stories are, uh, kind of... inspired by things that have actually happened to me, you know?" she said, staring down at her feet in embarrassment, "I mean it's not like I'm writing my life story or anything, but I like to uh, incorporate events I remember well into stories, change them up a bit to make them more exciting, that kind of thing. Anyway, this one guy - well I think it's a guy, but it's the Internet, so -" She stopped both walking and talking, as she felt a be-gloved hand fall on her shoulder. "Sophie, relax. You're doing that thing where you get all nervous and go off on tangents. It's me, remember?" In truth, feeling him squeeze her shoulder reassuringly actually made her a bit more nervous, but she took a deep breath and tried to calm down as they continued down the path. "Right. So, uh... this guy only started commenting on my stories recently, and he's all positive and stuff, it's not like he's bashing my work for no reason..." the writer rambled, toying with the fingers of her glove. "Here comes the but," her brother said, flatly. She glanced over as quickly as it was possible for her eyes to move, but if he'd been looking at her rear as he said that, he wasn't any more. "But, the way he words his comments, he gets the details from the stories wrong, but they're actually, uh, accurate to the way it really happened," she said, forcing herself not to speak quickly and spit it out, "Makes me really nervous that he actually knows me, or he's watching me or something." For just a moment, hearing it said out loud like that, all that worry, all that stress, coalesced into a brief feeling of intense fear, like instead of being a mischievous brother, Tail_Smack108 was a menacing stalker who was watching her even now. Sophia shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold. "God, I know it's probably nothing, he's probably just messing up the details, but it makes me a nervous wreck..." Trailing off, she glanced over at her brother and was surprised to see such a strong look of unease on his face. "Soph, this guy isn't making you feel seriously threatened, is he?" he asked, his smile a thing of the past. Strangely touched by his concern, the other squirrel smiled thinly. "Honestly... no, he's not. But you know how I keep saying a writer's mind gets away from her sometimes..." Seemingly satisfied, her brother nodded and remained silent, but he visibly relaxed, and his face spoke volumes.

They continued onward, following a path that gently curved around what was a soccer field in the summer, but right now was just a pair of metal goal frames sticking out of the otherwise pristine snow. Grinning more naturally, Sophia placed a hand on her brother's chest, stopping him. "Wait." "What -" "Just listen for a sec." The two squirrels stood there, bushy tails gathering snowflakes, the only people in sight. Sophia closed her eyes and sighed happily for a change. When she spoke up, her voice was subdued. "You just can't get that kind of silence unless you take a walk when it's snowing at night," the writer marvelled, "It's just so peaceful, helps me, I don't know, find my centre or something." When she opened her eyes again, Robert was beaming at her, a most natural, relaxed smile. "You know, Sophie, I missed this. Spending time with you, I mean," he said, "We never talk anymore. That's why I suggested the story-sharing, give us a chance to, I don't know, catch up. I've been thinking for a while that we should be closer." The wording of that last sentence set her heart to fluttering and her cheeks to burning; she wasn't sure how to respond, sputtering a bunch of 'I's, 'uh's, and 'well's before he laughed and waved dismissively. "Heh, sorry, sis, didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything," he apologized, "You were always better with words than I was. I just want to see if you're still as good as I remember." Stifling a giggle, Sophia smiled at her brother, hoping he didn't notice the blush as she responded quietly. "Thank you, Robbie. I... You've always been so supportive of me. I'm sorry I haven't given you many opportunities to support what I do for a long time. But it's nice to know you're still here when I need you," she said, meaning every word. As the older squirrel winked at her, and she felt herself warming up amidst the cold, Sophia silently wondered how much of the good feelings Robert's words had instilled in her were from the natural brotherly support he was offering her, and how much was from her secret desires for the man. Distantly, she heard her watch beep, and realized a new hour had just started. "Hey, it's getting late, we should probably be getting home," she said, somewhat reluctantly. "Alright," he agreed, "My tail's freezing anyway." The two siblings followed a path that would loop back around to the entrance to the park they'd used to get here, and for a few brief moments, Sophia allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if they were holding hands, stopping herself when Rob glanced over, probably wondering what all the giggling was about. As they approached a lamppost, Sophia looked up. She had always admired the way lampposts illuminated the falling snow after dark, liked to just stand underneath and watch the flakes dance through the air. Feeling as close as she was to him, she thought about sharing this with her brother. "Hey, Robbie..." Unfortunately, that was as far as she got, as she really should have been looking down at that moment. Her foot slipped on a flat, smooth patch of ice, and she pitched forward, letting out a high-pitched yelp as a spike of fear tore through her, no time for active thoughts but dreading the impact with the frozen asphalt path - except the collision was rather a lot softer than she'd been expecting, and she was still mostly upright when it happened. Opening her eyes, which she had clenched shut somewhere between falling and landing, she realized that Robert had turned towards her as she said his name, and moved to catch her as she fell. He was holding her up, hands under her armpits, and her cheek was pressed against the cold plastic of the outside of his coat. Looking up at him, her heart beating like a jackhammer, Sophia saw that her brother looked deeply worried, eyes wide, lips tight. "Jesus, Soph, you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with sudden anxiety. Slowly getting to her feet, Robert's steadying hands still on her, Sophia was about to address his fears, when time simply stopped. The young author swallowed as she realized, to her incredible shock, that she'd seen this scene before. The girl slips on the ice, the man catches her, they stare into each other's eyes, faces inches apart, pulses quickening, standing in the swirling flakes beneath the soft light of the lamppost, there was only one way this could end... and right then, right there, for one beautiful, insane moment, Sophia seriously considered leaning in and kissing her brother. Then, Rob had to go and spoil it all by breaking the silence again. "Sis? Earth to Sophie, come in Sophie..." he asked, already looking more relaxed, presumably since she wasn't whimpering in pain or something. Shaking her head, cheeks turning beet red, Sophia let go of her brother and stepped away, averting her eyes. "S-sorry, Robbie, I was just a bit shaken up," she muttered. If he had any idea of the turmoil going through her small body at the moment, Robert didn't show it. "S'alright. Just watch where you're going, okay? Paths can get real bad this time of year," he said, glancing down at the ice. "Okay..." she mumbled, nodding absent-mindedly. Sophia paused for a moment before following her brother back towards their home, silently bemoaning her fate, wondering if she would regret not taking that crazy chance for the rest of her life...

After the young squirrels returned home, Sophia thanked her brother politely for his company and made her way to her room, where she flopped down on the bed, sighing. She'd been hoping to worm the truth out of Robert on the walk, but if anything she was even more confused. He'd seemed genuinely concerned when she told him about Tail_Smack, but the way he'd spoken to her, the words she'd used... 'I think we should be closer' had made her clench down on herself, even out there in the cold. She was no closer to figuring out this mystery than she'd been the day she saw the first comment from her annoyingly persistent reader. Why was this all so difficult? Why couldn't she have had a foot fetish instead or been crazy into anal, she'd be able to look her family in the eye if something like that had leaked out. But an incest kink? She'd be lucky if her mother didn't ship her off to a convent. Hugging her fluffy tail tight to her chest, Sophia thought about just burning the bridge and walking away, abandoning the CheekyWinter persona and keeping her fetishes to herself from now on. She didn't toy with the idea long, though, before she abandoned it, sighing even harder. She'd made too many friends online to just walk away from that name entirely, and she just couldn't do that to her readers without any kind of warning or explanation or even a goodbye. Not to mention, if Tail_Smack wasn't actually her brother, she'd have ruined a good thing for no reason; and if he was Robert, leaving her story-writing persona behind wouldn't magically erase his knowledge. Feeling a sudden surge of irrational anger, Sophia threw a pillow against the wall, crossing her arms with a huff. Screw Tail_Smack and screw Robert! She hadn't been hurting anybody, even her characters always got a happy ending! Why'd they have to come along and make her so worried, so anxious, why'd they have to come along and make her feel like a pervert with something to hide?

After a few minutes of wallowing in uncertainty and self-doubt, Sophia rolled off the bed and took a deep breath. She almost didn't want to check her messages, but it's not like they were going to go away. She put on a brave face, but when she saw that yes, there was a new message from Tail_Smack108, along with a couple from other people, she almost whimpered out loud. Before leaving the house in the morning, she had replied to his message on the camping story, thanking him for the praise, but helpfully pointing out that the bathroom was unisex, so Ellen was perfectly entitled to walk in, even if it would have been more polite to make sure it was unoccupied first. Tail_Smack's response made her swallow, her mouth suddenly dry.

Oh, my bad, I've really got to start reading these stories more carefully. It's just hard not to rush, it's so exciting getting to the naughty bits!

Alright, I guess Ellen's in the clear. If she really had walked into a men's room, now that would mean she was practically trying to get a look at her brother's junk, but as it is, she's just taking advantage of a nice situation, right? ;)

Sophia leaned back in her chair, hands cupped over her heart, shivering. She couldn't help but imagine those words being read by her brother, a light-hearted, though sensual tone to his voice as he rubbed her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her just behind the ear - "God dammit, brain, this is not helping," she pouted, crossing her arms. A pause. "And now I'm kinda wet. I really need to get my priorities in order..." Blushing fiercely, as though Robert could see her right now and magically know the origin of her arousal, she clicked out of the page, going to the other message. This one, on her hypnosis finale, was from a regular reader whose name was apparently a hilarious pun in Russian, and was a typically long and glowing assessment of the story on a whole. As warm and fuzzy as such things normally made her feel, Sophia found that her attention kept drifting as she tried to read it, having to start over a couple of times because it had all vanished from her memory as soon as her eyes passed over it. Laying her head on the desk with a groan of frustration, the author closed her eyes and just sat there for a moment, trying to shut out the world, forget about her problems. When she looked up, there was something new waiting for her attention, a private message from Nara. Grumpily wondering why she was so popular lately, Sophia popped it open, and was relieved to see that it was short. 'Hey, I see you have a new fan going through your stuff. This Tail_Smack guy seems really happy with everything you've done. Okay, a bit TMI, but he's new, maybe he'll mellow out. Still, always glad to see you getting attention. Kudos!'

Alright, that was_it_. That was her line in the sand. This far, and no farther! She didn't think she could handle even her friends talking about Tail_Smack. She needed to do something about this. She needed some kind of closure so that she could be sure, and stop anxiously wondering for the rest of her life. Leaning back in her chair and frowning, Sophia grabbed a handful of walnuts from the bowl on her desk, breaking one open with her notable front teeth with an impressive crack, and then chewing thoughtfully as she pondered her situation. As tempting as it was at this point, she couldn't just go ask Robert if he was Tail_Smack, because if he wasn't, he would of course be curious as to who Tail_Smack was and why she thought it was him. No, she needed something certain, something that would force Tail_Smack to admit if he really was Robert. What Sophia needed right now was a story entirely made up by herself, not a clever adaptation of an encounter with her brother. That way, there'd be no little changed detail for him to play with. She'd once had a confused new reader think that a line of dialogue was being delivered by the female protagonist's vagina; mistaking a bathroom for a more common type or getting the colour of an incidental piece of clothing wrong seemed entirely reasonable by comparison. So if Tail_Smack couldn't tease her by slyly referencing what she had changed, he might have to resort to something more obvious. But how could she make sure he couldn't just make a more vague comment, or wait until the next time she used something from real life? She needed something that would be absolutely impossible for him to pass up. Absently cracking open another walnut, chittering anxiously, the squirrel thought about her brother, thought about the stories Tail_Smack had commented on. That story about secretly watching her brother masturbate had been the most scandalous event she'd ever 'shared' with Robbie, so it wasn't like she could just draw on something even naughtier to bring him out of his shell. How could she make the target so inviting he wouldn't be able to resist taking it a step further? She briefly pondered the thought of what exactly she wanted to happen if she determined that her brother really was reading her secret cache of kinky stories, but before she could think about that too hard, inspiration struck.

Sophia had been on her own userpage, and glanced down the side along the list of 'shouts' people had made at her, and her eyes happened to fall on one from a few months back, an ever-so-slightly rude person asking when she was going to get to the next chapter in the hypnosis series. That train of thought brought her mind back to the story she was working on right now, about the mouse twins who had started lusting after each other after the sister walked in on the brother masturbating. That event, Genevieve walking in on Anton, was the only part of it that had been inspired by her and Robert, so if she changed it, he'd have nothing to comment on. Except... except, she thought, that seemed less likely to make him say something revelatory, he could just pull back and wait for another, easier opportunity to tease her. So what if she went in the other direction? "That's it!" she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with excitement. She didn't normally say such things out loud, but she had just come up with a very clever solution to her problem. Pulling out her writer's notebook, she jotted down Anton and Genevieve's names and species. She was rather fond of them, and wanted to come back to the two of them, but she needed this story to be about someone else...

After a half-hour of scouring the story so far, Sophia leaned back with a triumphant grin. She hadn't changed that much of the story, strictly speaking, almost all the dialogue was intact. But where the siblings had once been mice, and twins, the brother was now older than the sister, and they had become ground squirrels. Ground squirrels named Robert and Sophia. Thankfully, replacing the body language of mice with that of squirrels wasn't very difficult, as both tended to be small, nervous types with a lot of quick movements. She picked up her notebook again and wrote down a scene where a nervous Genevieve tied a soft bow in her tail; it was silly enough that she wanted to keep it, but it would be just about impossible with a squirrel's wide, fluffy tail. Sophia's original plan was to end this story with the twins confronting each other about their feelings, moving on to consummating their love in the family hot tub, since their parents were out of town for the weekend. It felt like almost a shame to lose the water-assisted lovings, but for this new plan to work, Sophia needed to cut out the sex scene in its entirety. As a sort of apology to her readers, she went back into the story and added explicit detail to a pair of scenes where the siblings masturbated while thinking about each other (blushing intensely as she wrote down her own name in such a scene), to make up for the lack of a 'payoff'. Like a woman possessed, she danced across the keyboard to reach the new finale, a cliffhanger in which Sophia burst into her brother's room, locked the door behind her, and confronted her brother, the object of her affections. "Alright, big brother, we've been dancing around it all month, all that teasing and flirting... Enough is enough. You know I want you, and I'm pretty damned sure you want me right back. Let's talk," the squirrel femme said, boldly. Turning to face her, Robert chuckled, smiling that crooked grin that sent butterflies dancing through her stomach. "You took the words right out of my mouth, sis. Have a seat..." Brushing walnut fragments off the desk and into her garbage can, Sophia let out a breath, still blushing furiously, and added 'To Be Continued...' beneath that. She wasn't sure exactly what she'd do for the continuation, given that all she'd planned out beyond this in the first place was the confrontation and the sex scene... but she could worry about that later. For now, she scrolled up to the top and began proof-reading it. Normally she found herself wanting to do anything except proofing, as it was the most boring part of writing. But this time, the pages flew by, with only a few minor alterations to her choice of words here and there, and soon, with trembling hands, she uploaded it to her gallery and sat back to wait. Nervously tapping on the desk and fiddling with the mouse, she tried to put her mind off it, watch some YouTube videos, but every time she tried, her mind started to wander and she'd inevitably pause whatever she was watching, go back, and hit F5 to see if Tail_Smack108 had commented yet. Eventually, she told herself she was going to drive herself crazy; he might not even be awake right now, and it was very, very late at night. Sighing, Sophia forced herself to close the browser, shut down the computer, and go to bed.

That night, Sophia whimpered in her sleep more than once, tantalized mercilessly by the contents of her dreams. She lay in an extravagant bed with silk sheets, being stroked and teased by a well-built squirrel hiding his face with a mask, who got her nice and worked up but refused to give her the more direct contact she so desperately desired, or even utter a word, that she might guess his name. Every time she reached for him, he expertly dodged aside with a quiet chuckle, every time she pressed back against his hand he moved aside, keeping her on the edge with maddening skill. "Please, Robbie, I know it's you, kiss me! Take me!" But no matter how she begged, no matter how she pleaded, her mysterious lover refused to give her what she wanted, and she knew it was because she wasn't 100% certain of his identity. As her eyes fluttered open, she took solace in the thought that that might not be the case for long. But as a curious hand reached down to cup her mound, and confirmed that her panties were exactly as soaked as one might expect after a night of teasing, she shook her head and decided that the truth couldn't arrive fast enough. There was no way she'd be able to go about her morning without a little relief, so she tugged off her panties, leaving her T-shirt in place, and immediately began to finger herself with gusto, her other hand desperately frigging her clitoris; she was far too horny for foreplay, not this time. The young squirrel bit her lip, swallowing her cries of pleasure, as she finally reached the climax her dreams had denied her. As she lay, panting, on her bed, she closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, licking at them and imagining Robert watching her, getting more and more turned on by the sight of his sister tasting her own juices, but she didn't dally in her fantasy long; after all, the truth was waiting!

She wanted, desperately, to just jump on the computer and check right away, but she forced herself into some semblance of normalcy, ducking downstairs (in a pair of pyjama pants, not her love-soaked panties) to grab something to eat, settling for a couple muffins and a glass of milk, then dashing right back up to the shower, so distracted by her thoughts that she took rather a lot longer than usual; she was expecting to find one of her brothers banging on the door, but Adam was at a friend's house for the weekend and Robert had been nowhere to be seen all morning, having apparently risen before her for a change. When she went back to her bedroom, she turned on the computer as soon as she walked in, as usual, but this time she didn't find the courage to sit down and open her messages until after she was fully dressed. Chittering quietly to herself, the stress obvious on her face, Sophia nervously started the browser, which opened up the same sites she'd had up when she closed it the previous night, meaning she was immediately greeted with 'Confrontation', her latest and most meaningful story. F5ing the page, holding her breath, the young author saw several new comments and scrolled down the page, not even reading them, just looking at the user icons - and whimpering out loud when she saw that none of them were from Tail_Smack108. Had he not seen it yet? Had her blatant attempt to draw him out of hiding scared him back into the shadows? Or was he really just some random on the Internet after all, and he simply didn't feel like commenting on this story? She sighed, leaning back in her chair and wondering if this would ever end, as she contemplated all the myriad possibilities. "I wonder if it's because it's a solo story," she muttered, "they don't get as much attention as the ones with couples doing it..." It was at this point when she finally noticed it; up in the corner of the screen there was a small envelope with a big bold '1' next to it. Someone had sent her a private message. Tail twitching with anxiety, Sophia' clicked on it, skipping her inbox and bringing her right to the message. She nearly gasped out loud as she saw that it was from her mysterious fan.

Cheeky, Cheeky, Cheeky. Where do I begin? How about... *applauds* That latest story of yours is fantastic! The emotions are so real, you can definitely feel the passion burning between these two, I just can't wait to see what happens in the follow-up! But I could have just said that in a comment, of course. I made this a PM because I wanted to tell you this, and I thought it was a bit TMI for a public comment... Normally I don't start playing with myself until after I finish a story, go back to the juicy bits and enjoy myself, but this time, reading about how strong Sophia's feelings for her brother were, and how turned on she got after she peeked in on Robert masturbating, that I just had to get some relief when she started touching herself. I read that bit over and over, and I tried to time it so I finished when she did, and maybe it's silly, but I said her name as I came...

...I know it's way too forward to tell all this to someone you barely know, and if you tell me to eff off, I'll understand, but I just wanted you to know that I felt like these characters were real, and that made everything so much better for me. 10/10, one of the best stories I've ever read, sexy or otherwise. Don't keep me waiting for part two, girly. I can't wait for this brother and sister to get together. ;)

It was all Sophia could do not to fall out of her chair.

She read it again and again, eyes tracing the words like she couldn't believe they were there. "Oh, God..." She wasn't sure if she'd said that out loud or not, she felt a little light-headed. The idea of Robert touching himself to one of her stories, a story that was basically about them, and a scene that was more or less about her masturbating, it turned her on so much it made her dizzy. And the idea of him gasping her name as his orgasm overcame him? She pinched herself to make sure she was still awake. The bottom half of the screen was a handily filled-out PM form in case she wanted to reply to the message, and she found her hands automatically starting with the usual platitudes - 'You're too kind, thanks for reading!' - before she realized that this was way more important than any other review she'd ever received, glaring at the screen and cursing under her breath. "Fuck it! If he still won't come out and say it, I'm just going to ask!" she finally muttered, stretching out her fingers and preparing herself. Boldly, she erased her automatic response and typed out 'Dammit, Robbie, is this you?', and then hesitated, remembering her doubts. She replaced it with 'Enough is enough, are you my brother?', and then felt the same twinge of worry. Finally, taking a deep breath, she wrote out the most neutral way of asking she could think of.

Tail, I've been wondering for days, and I can't stand it anymore... are you who I think you are? Please, no more games, no more teasing, I've just gotta know.

Sophia let out a shuddery sigh, her stomach full of butterflies, and sent the message. Taking her mind off it would be impossible, so she went back to Confrontation and started reading and responding to all the people who had commented on it. Their praise brought a smile to her face, and she thanked someone who brought a typo she'd missed to her attention, but she was just killing time, and she knew it, her heartbeat loud in her ears. It didn't especially surprise her when it only took about ten minutes for another envelope to appear in the corner of the screen. Tail_Smack's reply was short and to the point, and it gave her chills.

I'm not sure I can say who you think I am, but if you're really sure, then maybe you oughta ask in person.

Well then. This, it seemed, was it. She could send another message to Tail_Smack asking, overtly, whether or not he was Robert T. Adair, but... whoever he was, he'd just invited her to come ask him in person, so it was time for her to steel herself and face the music. Swallowing, her mouth as dry as the surface of the moon, the squirrel pushed back her chair and stood up, already trembling as she left her room and walked down the hall, the short distance between her bedroom and Rob's suddenly feeling like a journey of a thousand miles. She practically felt like setting up camp and stopping for the night when she reached the bathroom, halfway between them. Taking a deep breath, holding both hands over her agitated heart, Sophia walked the last little way, looking around to make sure no one else was to be seen; it would be just like Adam to come back unannounced at the worst possible time. When she was sure the upstairs was deserted, she took a deep breath, reluctantly extended a hand, and forced herself to rap three times on her older brother's door before she lost her nerve. There was a moment of silence, and then; "Yes?" She considered running the hell away and hiding in her room, but she knew if she didn't get some closure this question would bother her forever. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to reply. "R-Robbie? It's me, uh, Sophie," she said, hoping she didn't sound as lame as she felt. "I know who you are, sis, what do you want?" he asked. He didn't sound mad or impatient. Slightly amused, maybe, but not mad. "I - can I come in? I wa- I need to talk to you about something..." she replied, biting her lip afterwards and trying to will her pulse to slow back down. There was a brief pause. "Alright, come in, the door's not locked. But close it behind you, wouldja?" he said, his voice calm and casual. She grabbed hold of the handle, once again fought the urge to flee (which was rather strong, given her species), and turned it, pushing the door open, stepping in, and closing it behind her in one fluid motion so she wouldn't lose her nerve. In her anxiety, she didn't notice that she'd instinctively locked it behind her, the way she always locked her own door when she entered. Here we are, Sophie-girl, she thought_, Moment of truth._ Taking a deep breath, she began to ask the question that had been burning in her mind since she finished Hypnotic Passions III. "O-okay, Robbie, I, uh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important, but I've been wondering for a couple of d-days now..." She didn't trail off because of her nervousness. She trailed off because when she turned around, she saw that her brother was on his computer again, and realized, to her shock, that he was browsing the same website where she posted her stories. In fact, even from across the room, she recognized the thumbnail image she'd used to mark one of those stories, a particularly lurid tale of a pair of raccoon siblings giving in to their forbidden feelings after years of ignoring them. This, by itself, made her feel slightly light-headed, and she leaned back against the door, bringing her hands to her muzzle in shock, as if containing a gasp. It got somewhat worse when Rob turned in his chair slightly and looked back at her, a casual smile on his face, and she realized that he was sitting in his chair in his boxers. Overwhelmed with conflicting feelings, Sophia actually whimpered quietly to herself, her mind suffering from the effects of something not entirely unlike the 'blue screen of death'. Not helping matters any, Robert smiled at her as he responded, like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Heya, Soph. Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything major, I'm just... catching up on some reading."

There were a few moments of stunned silence, Sophia unable to come up with anything even remotely resembling an intelligent response. Finally, she just shook her head slightly and whispered to herself, though it wasn't the wisest thing she'd ever said. "Oh my God... oh my God, you - you..." she stuttered, unable to get anything coherent out. Heart beating like a jackhammer, feelings dancing randomly through her head like an emotional tornado, she closed her eyes and held her hands on her temples. "I - I feel d-dizzy, like I'm gonna faint..." she whimpered, completely overwhelmed. She couldn't see him - which helped, as it allowed her to imagine him with some damned clothes on - but there was a touch of concern in his voice as he replied. "You should probably sit on the bed then, don't want you passing out," he said, as if circumstances were much more normal. Stumbling forward, she turned around and sat down, facing away from Robert, and bent over to put her head in her hands, waiting for the room to stop spinning. An extraordinarily unhelpful part of her mind reminded her of past fantasies she'd had about this bed, and she had to swallow a groan. With her eyes closed and her head down, she found the dizziness lifting enough for her to think, so while she waited for her body to calm the hell down, she tried to do what she'd come here to do. "I - It really was you wasn't it?" she asked, rhetorically, "You were T-Tail_Smack108 all along... You've b-been reading my stories and - oh Jesus Christ, Robbie..." The young author remembered that last message, the one where he talked about saying her name as he climaxed to her story, and couldn't decide whether she was disgusted or turned on. This was so confusing, and his nonchalance didn't help. "I - I can't believe you're just sitting there, p-pretending all of this is normal! How c-can you be so damned calm?!" she demanded, taking some of her stress out on him. This time, his voice was a lot softer, more subdued. "Believe me, sis, I'm... I'm not. I - I guess this whole casual-playful thing is my way of coping, you know how I am with the jokes..." he said, just a touch nervously, "I should have thought about how you'd be feeling. I'm sorry, Sophie." There was silence for a little while as Sophia finally calmed down, taking deep breaths until she could stand to open her eyes again. Pulling her legs up onto the bed, she reluctantly turned around to face her brother, hugging her knees to her chest as she looked at him, forcing her eyes to remain on his, instead of leering at his mostly naked body. "So how did - when - God, I don't even know where to begin..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "Well, try the beginning," Robert helpfully suggested. One more deep breath, for good luck. "Okay... how long have you, uh, known about CheekyWinter? And how did you find out, anyway?" she asked, wondering briefly if this was a dream. Robert looked down at his fuzzy brown feet and sighed, rubbing one of his biceps. She suddenly got the distinct impression that he was uncomfortable with his near-nudity, like he hadn't thought it out past that shocking initial moment. "It was about a month ago. Mom was making lasagne, but she ran out of cheese or sauce or something, and sent you to the store to get more," he began. Sophia vaguely remembered that, and nodded. "Okay..." "Well, she sent me to go get you, remember? I knocked on your door and sent you downstairs. But I saw that you had your, whaddayacallit, word processor open, you were working on a story, and, uh, I wasn't kidding when I said I missed going over them with you," he said, his nervousness increasing, "Okay, I kinda said it to mess with you, but I meant it deep down." He averted his eyes, and Sophia realized that he was blushing, which she found strangely touching. "So when I saw that you were leaving, I, uh, I snuck into your room to take a look, I was curious about what you'd been writing for the last couple years that you refused to show the family, and, uh... I was kinda surprised, let's say." Suddenly Sophia was blushing herself. "Oh God, a month ago I would have been working on the - the story about the ferrets..." "Yeah, and you'd left off with them, ah, fondling each other at the beginning of a sex scene. I thought I had to be missing something, they couldn't really be brother and sister, so I went back up to the top of the story, try to get more context," he said, shaking his own head, like he couldn't believe the situation either. "That was a pretty long one, Robbie, had a lot of build-up to the fu - uh, the love scene, you couldn't have read the whole thing before I got back," she pointed out. He shrugged and toyed with his tail, still avoiding her gaze. "I didn't, but I did see what you'd put right at the top. 'Two Minds, One Heart: A CheekyWinter Story'. I had to bail right after that, heard you walking into the kitchen with whatever Mom wanted, but when I got back here, I threw that name into Google, and, well..."

The siblings fell into a silence as Sophia thought about it. A whole month ago. She'd finished the ferret story soon after that, and written Hypnotic Passions III start-to-finish in the intervening time, along with the short 'bait' story she'd put their real names into. And the whole time, he'd known... Still looking down at his feet, he was continuing that last thought. "I found the site easily enough, but they wouldn't let me read anything except your poems and clean stories without an account, because of the adult filter," he said, his eyes far away, lost in his memories. "So I signed up, and, uh, let's just say I was even more surprised." "Robbie, why didn't you say something?" the writer demanded, sighing. At that, her brother actually laughed, shaking his head. "What was I going to say? 'Hey, sis, I found out you get off to siblings humping. You wanna talk about that?' And it's not like I was going to fuckin' tell on you, like we were kids and you'd lied to Mom and Dad about something," he said, shrugging. Hugging her knees a little tighter, then relaxing just a little to let herself breathe, Sophia's eyes darted to the screen, where 'You've Always Been The One' was still displayed. "But... why did you wait so long before you commented?" she asked, "And the way you did, you..." Closing her eyes and suppressing the urge to whimper, she forced herself to just spit it out. "...You had to realize the stories were about - about you." She didn't dare look until he answered, but she clung to one thought while he gathered his words; he hadn't started shunning her or treating her any differently a month ago, which meant he may have been surprised, but he hadn't been disgusted. What if...? When he opened his mouth again, the words were soft, quiet, carefully neutral. "Let's be honest, sis, I think you mean about us," said her muse, "And, well... the truth is, I didn't do anything for a few weeks because I just didn't know how I felt. It was pretty confusing. I mean, at first I was kind of weirded out, I'm not going to lie. But the more I thought about it, the more I read, I started to realize it wasn't a weird sex thing - well, it wasn't just a weird sex thing... and that when you write about, you know, incest, that it isn't just perverts having orgasms... you're writing about people falling in love." Forcing herself to look up, shivering from the tips of her twitching ears to the end of her trembling tail, Sophia dared to look into her brother's eyes, even as she blushed harder than ever. "So... since you started posting stuff, I guess you finally came to a decision?" she asked, quietly. Giving her a grin that made her feel light-headed in a much more pleasant way, Robbie winked at her. "You know, I thought that my response to the story where you actually used our names would have made that abundantly clear," he said, chuckling. "I - I need to hear you say it, Robbie," Sophia forced out, her voice just as tense as before. He visibly swallowed, looking away for a moment before he dropped the bomb. "I'm... I'm interested, Sophie. In you, and in... us."

So many thoughts were pouring through Sophia that she wasn't sure where to start. She was giggling with excitement, positively giddy at the words she'd just heard. "Soph? Are you crying?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She laughed at that, bringing a finger to one eye to check. "Tears of joy, Robbie," she said, beaming at him, "God, I've imagined you saying something like that to me so many times, but I never thought I'd actually hear it, never!" There was a moment of silence where Sophia sat there on the bed, fiddling with her hands, smoothing down her skirt, one knee bouncing energetically as she imagined all the possibilities. There were approximately one and a half billion questions (her estimate) she wanted to ask, and she had no idea where to start. So she decided to just pick one at random and ask. "So, uh, I've kinda been wondering, it was one of the things that made me less sure it was you... what the heck does 'Tail_Smack108' mean?" she asked, feeling fairly secure in asking one of the tamer questions. Robert snickered and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, uh..." he said, sounding uncharacteristically awkward, "it was right at the beginning, before I realized how you felt about me, so I wasn't sure how you'd react if you realized I'd found out about your stories. So when I had to make an account in order to read them, I, uh, got kinda paranoid." He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture Sophia had never seen outside of anime before. "What do you mean, paranoid?" she asked, prodding for more. "I sort of... made up a bunch of stuff for the personal information so no one would be able to tell it was me," he said, grinning much less self-consciously, getting more comfortable again, "told it I was a beaver who lived in Alaska, and when I needed to pick a username, I just pulled the first thought I had about beavers out of my head and put it down; you know, the way feral beavers slap their dams with their tails to make sure they're solid, or something." "What about the 108 part?" asked the writer, strangely fascinated to finally be peeking behind the curtain. "Oh, that's easy. 'Tail_Smack' was already taken, so I just threw my birthday on the end," he said, casually. Sophia blinked, wondering how it had never occurred to her since she got the first comment that her brother's birthday was the tenth of August. It made all the sense in the world, and she was ever-so-slightly embarrassed that she hadn't picked up on it. Robert didn't seem to care, though, still just sitting there smiling warmly at her. "Okay, but why did you make your avatar the tribal squirrel symbol if you were pretending to be a beaver?" she asked, the question only just occurring to her. Robert laughed again, the sound light and happy, and it carried through into his voice as he replied. "Well, eventually I said to hell with subtlety, and decided to focus on screwing with you." Surprised by his answer, Sophia laughed too, shaking her head. Yeah, that sounded like her brother alright. But his choice of words brought her mind back around to the elephant in the room, and when the mirth had died down, she cleared her throat and finally addressed it.

"...So, what happens now? Do we just..." She made a gesture so vague even she wasn't sure what she meant by it, and then sighed. "This is so much easier when I'm writing both sides of the conversation," she muttered, "Um, I guess I should ask... how far are you willing to go, Robbie?" The elder squirrel finally pushed the chair away from the desk and spun it all the way around, facing her head-on. From the way he was sitting, she could clearly make out the outline of her brother's penis, laying against his thigh at half-mast. From the small smile on his lips, she got the impression that he knew perfectly well that she was leering at him, and liked it. "Well, Sophie," he started, "this is your show. I'm willing to go as far as you are. If you want us to strip down and just watch each other touch ourselves, I'm okay with that. If you want us to trade hands while we watch porn together, I'm okay with that. And if you want me to lay you down on that bed and make love to you..." The writer let out a quiet ohhh with her next breath, shivering as the male of her fantasies boldly let his eyes roam up and down her frame. "God, Robbie, hearing you say that..." she trailed off, before swallowing and forcing herself to say it; "I - I'm getting so turned on... I can't believe this is actually happening..." The smile on her brother's lips widened and grew. "You think it would help you believe if I joined you over there?" he asked, obviously enjoying the idea. Biting down on her lip with the buck teeth her species was known for, the squirrel nodded vigorously, shivering again as Robert stood up and crossed the short distance to the bed, sitting gently next to her, his calm smile doing a lot to help reassure her. He reached over and traced the back of a finger across her cheek, and she pushed her face against it, churring quietly. "I heard you lock the door when you came in, so we won't be interrupted," he said, "Remember, this is about both of us, so don't be afraid to stop me if you get uncomfortable, and you can make requests and ask questions and stuff." Sophia leaned over and gently, gingerly, wrapped her arms around his head and neck, lacing her fingers together behind his nape. "I've got a question, big brother..." she asked, playfully. Now he was smiling wide enough to show off his teeth, which probably would have been much more impressive if they were carnivores. She hadn't used that nickname for him since she was eight years old, unlike the female characters in her stories. "What's that, little sister?" he said, returning the favour. Leaning in, heart pounding away, she slowly closed her eyes as she delivered what she thought was a pretty good line, for improv. "Do you promise not to tell anyone that I kissed you on our first date?" "For you, sis? Anything." And then, Sophia Adair had to swallow a moan, as there was nowhere else for it to go with her lips pressed so tightly against her brother's.

Sophia trembled with excitement, her heart pounding like the drums at the heavy metal concert her friends had talked her into attending last summer. She wouldn't have been at all surprised if Robert had stopped to ask what the noise was. But he didn't, he just sat there and kissed her, gently but hungrily, like he'd been waiting for this as long as she had. Sophia's toes curled up in her stockings the first time she felt her brother's tongue pushing into her mouth, but she quickly followed her instincts, kissing him back just as hungrily, if not more. Before long, he broke it off with a quiet groan, and pulled her up against him as he re-captured her mouth. Sophia pulled a hand back and braced herself against him; at first it was just another kind of instinct, reacting to the sudden movement, but then, as her hand began to wander her brother's chest, feeling his fur between her fingers, feeling his warmth against her... it made the moment even better than his persistent tongue and soft lips, which she would have deemed impossible seconds earlier. After a few moments, she let her hand stray lower - not as low as her characters might have dared, but low enough to play her fingers along Robert's fairly well-defined abs. This reminded her of the 'red shorts incident', and she had to break off herself with a gasp. Pressing her forehead against her brother's, panting just as hard as he, both squirrels clearly in the grip of powerful arousal, Sophia whimpered with need. "Oh God... Robbie, I can't believe it's really you, I can't believe we're really doing this..." The writer gasped, squeezing her lover - even thinking the term made her blush - tighter as he laid a trail of kisses along her neck before nibbling at her shoulder with his pronounced teeth. She wasn't sure what exactly to call the noise she made when she felt her brother's hand move to her chest and squeeze her left breast through her shirt, but it made him chuckle softly. After a moment, he leaned back, his need obvious in his eyes. "Sophie, I want - I want to see you. Please..." he asked, just shy of begging. He released his grip and moved his hand to the top button of her shirt, but he left it there, obviously waiting for a response. He didn't have to wait long. "Oh Robbie, of course, yes!" she said, eager and excited. She let her brother lie her down on her back, and she gathered fistfuls of the blanket beneath her as Robert continued peppering her with playful kisses, all the while opening her buttons, one by one. Sophia turned her head to the side as her shirt began to fall open, revealing the soft, lighter-coloured fur that ran down her front, as well as the sky blue bra that contained her girls. She found herself wishing she could stop blushing, getting embarrassed by the fact that she was embarrassed. "Jeez, you'd think I would be c-calmer than this, I've only written this scene about, what, a couple dozen times now?" she said, resisting the urge to rub the back of her neck. "Is that all?" Robert asked, "Felt more like a hundred." His sister snickered, starting to feel more relaxed without noticing it. "Is that a crack about my writing? Because - oh!" Sophia gasped in shock and sat up, her opened shirt falling to the sides as she confirmed that yes, her brother had just reached under her skirt and given her treasures a squeeze through her panties. He grinned at the look on her face and winked. "I believe you'll find it's a little different in the flesh than on screen."

Soon, Sophia was shrugging out of her top, while Robert was carefully removing her skirt, and the siblings were equally undressed, lying on a bed together in their underwear. Sophia moved to tug off her stockings, but Robert stopped her without saying a word; she couldn't help but giggle. "Does my big brother have a thing for stockings?" she asked, playfully. She suddenly felt tremendously attractive as his eyes played across her form, that lovely smile of his giving her tingles. "Sis, I think I'd have a thing for snowpants if you were wearing them." She let out an excited yelp as he suddenly pulled her in close, hands dropping down to her rump and giving a squeeze. "You've got such a nice ass, Sophie," he said, quietly, "Ever since I found those stories, I've wondered what it felt like... I guess the feeling's mutual, though." "Ooooh, good idea..." she said, holding back more excited giggles. She reached back to return the favour, but hesitated just before her hands reached Robert's pert buttocks. It wasn't because she was afraid to try; it was because the movement had pressed her thigh against her brother's rigid cock, hard and very warm, even through the material of his boxers. Gripping his ass, Sophia adjusted herself more centrally, so that her pelvis was rubbing against Robert's penis instead of her leg. Then, she hugged him tight, trapping his manhood between them. Feeling his hard length pressed against her like that was stirring up her lust like she couldn't believe, and she whimpered with desire again. "God, Robbie... I've wanted you for so long... I - I don't know how much longer I can wait..." Robert moved back so he could look her in the eyes, and she saw the same need in him that she felt burning through her veins. He only said two words, but they spoke volumes. "Then don't." The young writer couldn't help but gasp again as her lover suddenly pulled back from the embrace and pushed his head into her bust; with a click, the front latch on her bra popped open, the garment falling away. Instinctively, she pulled her arms back and clapped them over her breasts, but then, remembering what was supposed to be going on, she smiled self-consciously and lowered her hands. She bashfully averted her eyes as her brother took in the view, raising a hand to tease his fingers along the side of her chest, just touching the curve of her bust. "Th-that was a pretty neat trick, Robbie. I - I didn't realize you'd been with enough girls to master opening bras like that..." she said, smiling shyly. He didn't know it, but his response, as he slowly teased his finger towards a nipple, was exactly the right one. "Heh, you really think I'm that much of a ladies' man? No, I just found a guide on the Internet for morphics with buck teeth, always thought it would be sexy but never got the chance to use it." A moment of silence, and then Sophia shot him a look, an entirely different light in her eye for a moment. "Umm... would you mind if I used that move in a story? It's pretty cool," she said, transparently enthusiastic about the idea. He chuckled and licked her cheek playfully. "Why not? You've already used so much of me," he said, clearly pleased about that. Finally, the male gave in and did what they were both dying for, taking a firm hold of Sophia's breasts, giving her a thorough fondling. "Hot damn, Soph, I was so distracted by your tail I never noticed how great your tits were before... I've just gotta..." He trailed off, but demonstrated what he'd meant by sliding down the bed and leaning in, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples. She arched her back and moaned, instantly bringing her hands up to cup the back of his head. "Oh! Oh! God, Robbie... warn me before you - oh man... before you do something like that..." she whimpered, pushing against him. He broke off, nuzzling against her chest, only long enough to make a request. "Mmmm... call me 'big brother', Sophie, it's really turning me on..." "I'll call you anything you want, big brother, just please, don't stop..."

Sophia lay back, closing her eyes and trying not to whimper too much as she cradled her brother's head against her chest, focusing on the sensation of his lips and tongue licking and suckling and teasing against her sensitive nipple. After a while, he released her breast, and she groaned in protest, but he immediately switched to her other teat, bringing a hand up to tend to its tongue-slicked twin. Silently, she bemoaned the fact that he could only praise one of her breasts at a time, which suddenly gave her the idea of a science fiction story about a woman bringing a two-headed alien home from a bar. She sighed and asked the writer part of her brain to go take a coffee break for once and let her focus on the fact that she'd finally gotten her brother in bed, but she didn't think it took the hint. As Robert continued to pleasure her, she began to think about what she was going to do to him. Most of her fantasies had, understandably, centered around herself. She didn't want to jump right to giving up her cherry, maybe she could practice her kissing while she stroked him off. Hmmm, that seemed a bit plain, actually, she wanted to do something special for him. Besides, Karen the skunk had done the same thing when she hooked up with her brother in 'Accidental Valentine's', and even followed it up with licking his belly clean. She opened her eyes a crack and frowned, wondering if it was crazy to be comparing herself to her own characters like that. Besides, she thought, Karen had been the big sister that time, and it was her brother who was the virgin. Totally different. Luckily, before she could ponder the logic of that thought, it vanished from her mind with a gasp; Robert had taken his hand away from squeezing and fondling whichever breast he wasn't currently suckling on, and re-purposed it to cupping her mound through her panties. He didn't do anything else, just held it there, and when he stopped licking, Sophia realized he was looking up with a question in his eyes. She nodded wordlessly and lay back down, spreading her legs just a little more to give him better access as he began to grope her, rubbing and kneading her hot flesh through the thin material. As her lover (the thought still made her blush, but she never got tired of thinking it) continued to worship her bust, he gently ran his fingers up and down along her slit, sensually tracing the separation in her folds, his fingertips just brushing against her aching clitoris whenever they reached the top. Within seconds, a dark line of arousal had dampened along her cleft, and Sophia was pressing back against his hand. "F-fuuuuuck, Robbie, that feels so good..." she groaned, squeezing his hand between her thighs. He broke off his suckling and nuzzled a cheek against her belly, clearly enjoying himself. "Just wait until we get these off you, little sister," he said, his voice low and lustful. Absolutely determined to come up with something special for the object of her affection, something he wouldn't have read about in her stories, something even her characters hadn't tried yet, Sophia gritted her teeth to keep from moaning and mentally went through the sex scenes in her collected works at a frantic pace, afraid that Robert's maddening fingers would make her come in her panties before she came up with a way to properly repay him, show him how much he meant to her. In a brief moment of clarity, she made a note that from now on her characters wouldn't be so quick to come up with sexy plans or witty bedroom conversation when someone's hands were down their pants. As her brother returned to her boobs, though, something she'd never written about, never much thought about even, popped into her head. Reluctantly sitting up and pushing him away from her chest to get his attention (though she squeezed her thighs together to keep his hand right where it was a few moments longer), she reached forward to scratch behind his ears and grinned at him. "Big Brother?" she started, blushing as his smile widened at those words, "I wanted to - to try something with you, make you feel good too." She was a little surprised when the other squirrel gave a shudder of his own at the thought. Maybe he wasn't as calm and collected as he looked. "What did you have in mind, sis?" murmured the elder squirrel, unable to keep the glee out of his eyes. Pushing herself up and taking Robert's hands in her own, Sophia slid off the bed, standing up and encouraging her lover to sit up straight and scootch forward to the edge of the bed, nervously kneeling down in front of him without letting go of his hands or looking away from his eyes. After a moment, she finally let go and broke her gaze, finding herself blushing harder for some reason, and reached forward with trembling hands to the waistband of her brother's underwear. When a few tugs failed to get her the result she wanted, she glanced up with an apologetic, shy grin. "Um, could you lift your butt, Robbie?" she asked, letting her fingers gently stroke his firm buttocks. With that lovely smirk on his face, he silently reached back and flicked open the snap that held his waistband shut over his tail, and then pushed down with his hands to give her the freedom of movement she needed. Taking a deep breath, Sophia gently tugged Robert's boxers down his thighs, swallowing a whimper as the waistband caught behind the head of his rigid prick and pulling it out at an angle as she continued. Reaching forward, she hooked a finger behind the front of his underwear and pulled back just a tad, then started, inhaling sharply as Robert's erection promptly sprung back up to slap against his belly. She finished pulling his boxers down to his ankles, where they slipped off to the floor and were instantly forgotten by both siblings, but her gaze remained locked on her brother's penis the entire time, eyes wide with interest that bordered on awe. Sophia started to lick her lips, her mouth suddenly aridly dry, then realized how that would look and renewed the blush that had finally started to fade. Swallowing instead, she reached up towards Robert's cock and hesitated for a moment. The squirrel then steeled herself and finished crossing the distance, taking a firm hold of her brother's manhood. Both Adairs tensed up for a moment, and where Sophia stifled a gasp, Robert inhaled sharply. If the line hadn't been crossed before, it surely had been now.

Sophia took a moment to just drink in the moment, the one she'd been aching for for so long, yet had never believed would actually arrive. Her brother's penis in the grip of her hand, so much warmer than she'd been expecting, so proudly firm and so very alive; she could feel his pulse through the skin, see how his breathing changed when she altered her grip. She suddenly realized she was smiling, beaming from ear to ear, as if her joy, her excitement, had snuck up on her when she wasn't looking. Encouraged by this, she began to stroke up and down Robert's length, marvelling at the way the skin shifted and moved around his solid, fleshy core. The older squirrel let out a sigh and shivered, leaning back and settling on his hands, his tail twitching and flicking back and forth behind him as he looked down his body to keep watching the show. "Jesus, little sister," he whispered, "if I'd known your hands were this soft, I'd have asked before I read your stories..." Winking up at him, Sophia gave his prick a squeeze, then giggled with delight as he throbbed in her hand, a shiny pearl-coloured drop of his precome emerging from his tip. For some reason, it was one thing in her mind to be touching her brother's dick, and yet something else entirely to be presented with proof that he was enjoying it so much. Chittering quietly, she raised her other hand and placed it on his knee, gently pushing to the side, and he passively let her spread his legs further apart, watching with an amused, curious expression on his face. Which changed to pure shock, of course, when Sophia suddenly let go of his erection and leaned in to drag her tongue from his base to his tip. He immediately throbbed again and the drop of pre grew larger. "Oh f-fuck! Jesus Christ, Sophie..." he said, trailing off as he shook his head. She just giggled again and daringly snapped out her tongue, cleaning off the head of his prick, swirling her tongue around her mouth and contemplating Robert's flavour. It wasn't like she had anything else to compare it to, and it wasn't making her desperately crave more of her brother's seed, the way certain stories written by males depicted women, but it was pleasant enough, wouldn't be a problem for her. Leaning in again, this time without the hesitation of her initial contact, she opened her lips and took her brother's cock into her mouth, enjoying the unashamed groan of pleasure he let out as she reached his base with only a little trouble; squirrels didn't have the advantage of deep muzzles the way some morphics did, but they were still better off than humans in this regard. Bringing a hand up from underneath to cup Robert's balls, she began to bob her head up and down, teasing her tongue along the underside of her brother's length, shivering at how taboo her actions were, savouring the slightly salty flavour of his sweat. As she began to squeeze and fondle his testicles, exploring the way they moved easily about inside his scrotum, Robert moaned again and began to murmur to her again, a hand moving to the back of her head to run his fingers through her hair and scratch between her ears. "God, little sister, that feels so goddamned good... I know it's kind of your thing, but... I can't believe we're doing this either..." he laughed softly to himself, then finished his thought. "I can't believe my sister gives such good head," he said, delighted. She released his cock, pulling back, and he softly groaned in disappointment, opening his eyes and looking back down. "Oh, this isn't a blowjob, big brother. I just wanted to try it," she said, trying not to giggle as she prepared to step it up one last time. "Then what -" he started, before she startled him again. Pushing up a little, standing up on her knees, she suddenly leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his pelvis - and easily sliding his saliva-coated prick into her cleavage. Bringing her hands down, she pressed her boobs inward, squeezing him tight in her warm, fuzzy channel, then tilted her head down to playfully lick at the head of his cock, which peeked out from the fluffy tuft of fur sprouting between her girls. "Just sit back and relax, big brother... Sophie's gonna take reeeeeeal good care of you."

With that, Sophia began to bounce up and down, slowly, smoothly, getting a serious kinky thrill out of feeling her brother's hard dick rubbing and sliding between her breasts, watching the fur of the tuft on her sternum trailing back and forth along Robert's taut skin, but most of all from looking up at his face, the face of her older brother, the face she'd seen so many times in her fantasies, and seeing the expression of shock and lust across his features. "Motherfucker..." Robert muttered under his breath, looking at her as surprised as if she'd suddenly materialized out of thin air, breasts in position around his penis from the word 'go'. Coughing, he shook his head, as if trying to pull himself together, and smiled thinly. "S-Sophie, what made you think of this? You d-didn't have to do anything fancy, I was enjoying your..." here he paused for a moment, a curious expression on his face, as he shuddered, trying to regain his composure soon after and continue, saying "...I was enjoying your hands just fine earlier." Giggling, she bent down to kiss the crown of his prick as she bottomed out again, then looked up, not even trying to hide the pride and adoration in her eyes. "I'm glad I could impress you, big brother. I, uh, I know you've been with a few girls before, and I just wanted to give you something none of them had ever given you before, something that you'd remember for a long time. I mean, I haven't even written about this, it's not like it's all that common... ummm, you haven't had this before, right?" He let out a quiet, shuddery laugh, shaking his head. "Nope, can't say that I have. Never really got this far with anyone but Jen, and she didn't have your si... uh, I really shouldn't be talking about my ex while my sister is trying to blow me. Well... boob me. I'm not sure what the verb is," he said, absently, while Sophia giggled. He reached down to gently touch her chin, looking straight into her eyes with a warmth she'd never seen directed her way before. "But you didn't need to try so hard, baby, I'm pretty sure I'm never gonna forget fooling around with my gorgeous little sister," he said, no sign of sarcasm or deception in his voice. Sophia blushed, and her first reaction was to lift a hand and make a dismissive gesture, but raising a hand meant one of her boobs fell back into its natural position, so she abandoned that idea and made sure to keep Robert's dick squeezed nice and tight. "Oh, Robbie, you don't have to flatter me, you've already got me playing with you, I know I'm not gorgeous..." she trailed off, planning to add something about how it might have just been a kink of his own talking when he interrupted her train of thought with a dismissive pfffff noise. "Hey, I may not have wanted to fuck you until last month, but I'm not blind, sis. You think just because you're the booky sort, you can't be gorgeous? Once, when I was drunk, I told Mickey that I wished you weren't my sister, and he's never let me forget about it," he said, referring to his best friend, a charming orangutan with a very high tolerance for alcohol. For a moment, the young writer was stunned, to the point where she stopped moving, just staring up at her brother, eyes wide. Then, with a smile wide enough to show off her well-maintained molars, she began to attend to her brother's erection again, with even more enthusiasm than before, her upraised tail flicking back and forth behind her with her happiness. "Oooooh, big brother, I am gonna make you come so hard..."

The next few minutes passed in relative silence, as the writer worked to bring her muse the pleasure she'd wanted to give him for so long now. Robert leaned back again, content to watch her, smiling. Squirrel tails were more used for counter-balance than body language, but just the fact that a member of a species mostly renowned for their high stress levels looked so relaxed spoke volumes. Sophia, meanwhile, used the boundless energy their people were also known for to keep up the enthusiastic pace she'd set, keeping her breasts squeezed tight around her brother's prick, kissing and licking at his sensitive crown whenever she had the chance. It wasn't overly long before Robert's right foot began to twitch, pattering against the floor next to her as his breathing got faster, harder. The elder sibling broke the silence with a grunt. "F-fuck, Sophie... I'm getting close... I'm gonna lose it..." he lapsed into a whimper, biting his lip, digging his fingers into the comforter beneath him. Just for a moment, Sophia slowed down, blushing again after finding her comfort zone in this taboo act. "Ummm, I know this usually ends with, you know, making a mess, but would it be okay if I, uh, if you c-came in my mouth instead? I wanna keep going afterwards, if that's okay, and that'll be hard if I, you know..." she shrugged, blushing even harder. Robert wasn't quite capable of laughing, but he managed a smile. "If you're wearing a p-pearl necklace. Heh. It's more than fine, Soph, I'd love that." Grinning in relief, the young squirrel nodded and modified her technique slightly, going down to his base and bending down to take the head of his cock into her mouth, licking and teasing at him with her lips and tongue, feeling him throb and tasting his pre once more. Meanwhile, she used a little more muscle to lift her boobs and rub them against his shaft without moving the rest of her torso with them. Robert continued to twitch under her ministrations, now adding quiet grunts and poorly-suppressed moans, too. All too soon, he arched his back with a gasp, his entire body stiffening as he finally boiled over. "Oh fuck, oh God, little sister... I'm - I'm coming!" he cried, giving Sophia an unexpected ego boost. She had done this. She had made Robert feel good enough to surrender to his climax. But she didn't have long to ponder her newfound pride, while she continued to stroke and rub him with her chest, and soon it was upon her; her big brother's prick began to throb and spasm in her mouth, spurting surprisingly hot gouts of his seed against her tongue and the walls that lovingly surrounded it, and Sophia found herself overwhelmed by the scent of Robert's arousal, which had been growing in strength since they started, and the taste of his semen, which cleared all thoughts more complicated than giving her lover as much pleasure as possible right out of her mind, giving the writer some blessed silence for a change as she enjoyed his cries and his flavour, and moaned with need around her mouthful.

As Robert's orgasm finally burned itself out, he fell back against the bed with a happy sigh, and Sophia released his penis, careful not to spill anything, leaning back to sit on her heels and give her boobs a rest. Blushing almost as much from the act itself as how much it turned her on, the young writer swallowed her brother's warm, gooey come, shuddering and feeling her neglected pussy clenching down as it ran down her throat. Looking up, seeking approval, she found instead Robert still lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling and giggling softly like a stoner. "Jesus, that was a good one..." he muttered, as if to himself, before he sat up with a grunt and lay down on his side, facing Sophia; he indicated the empty space between them, a clear invitation if she'd ever seen one. Grinning, wondering if he'd heard her gulp, she climbed up on the bed and lay back down. Immediately, he placed a hand on her hip, running his thumb over the waistband of her panties, and leaned in to kiss her. When writing oral scenes, Sophia had frequently wondered whether or not a person really would be able to taste themselves on their partner's tongue if they kissed immediately after the climax. Whether or not Robert could taste his seed, and whether or not he cared, he showed no signs of discomfort as he tenderly kissed her, breaking it off after a few moments to nuzzle her cheek and whisper to her, "Thank you." The writer beamed from ear to ear, absurdly proud of herself. She'd been worried, truth be told, that her theoretical knowledge and skills wouldn't be enough to impress Robert, since he'd been with real, live women before (although from the sounds of it, maybe not as many as she'd thought). "S-so that was good? You liked it?" she asked, toying with a stray strand of her hair as she tried not to look nervous, as though she were suddenly before a panel of sex judges. Her mind conjured up the idea of a story about a reality show called So You Think You Can Fuck, but she immediately dismissed it as being too stupid. "I loved it, Soph! Man, when you were just touching my dick, I was getting way more turned on than I usually do... I'm pretty sure it's, you know, because you're my sister. But when you up the ante and give me a titjob? I didn't stand a chance, sis." She giggled, chittering with pleasure, only to cut off suddenly with a sharp inhalation of breath. Robert had slid his fingers down the front of her pelvis and was once again gently rubbing her labia through her underwear. "R-Robbie?" she asked, though she really wasn't sure why. It was an instinctive reaction. He chuckled, leaning in to nibble on her neck, and she whimpered with need as he continued to tease her. "You didn't think I was going to leave you hanging after that, did you? Especially not when you so obviously need it..." he whispered into her ear, his voice low and husky, "Jeez, little sister, you're so wet, these panties are soaked..." Robert planted a kiss on her throat and slipped his hand around to her back, daring to stick his fingers under the waistband, making Sophia shudder at the gentle touch of her brother's hand against her bare buttock, stroking and fondling at his leisure. Blushing, the younger squirrel brought a hand to her lips to suppress a moan. Robert chuckled again, giving her rump a squeeze as he pushed up with his free hand and got up on his knees on the bed. "I figured you would like that, a suspicious number of your female characters like it when their men kiss and play with their necks, did you know that?" he said, "And you actually said on one of those 'TMI' journals that it really turns you on when guys talk all blatantly to you, talking about how firm your butt is, for example, or how wet your pussy is. I bet you wanted to touch yourself while you were playing with me. Too bad you had both hands full, eh?" This time, there was no preventing it, and Sophia shuddered and moaned out loud, blushing fiercely. He'd been dead-on about wanting to play with herself, of course. "Oh my God, big brother," she whimpered, "you've really been paying attention to Cheeky's stories." Robert gave her that maddening, impossibly attractive smile, and nipped at her throat again, winking at her. "They're so well-written, it's hard not to pay attention," he murmured, kissing the sensitive underside of her jaw as he removed his hand from his sister's underwear. Sophia dared to look up, and smiled through the embarrassment. "Just promise me you won't use your powers for evil, Robbie," she said, trying not to let on just how aroused she really was. "For you, babe? Anything."

Sophia let her brother roll her gently onto her back, still tickled by the idea that he'd done research into what turned her on before getting her into bed, so she didn't realize why he'd repositioned her until he leaned over her and took hold of her panties, gripping the waistband gently. "Now then, you've had these on long enough, let's get a good look at you..." he said, clearly excited even if he was still 'recharging' from his last orgasm. Suddenly, time stopped for Sophia. Here she was, lying on a comfortable bed, even if it wasn't her bed, with her big brother Robbie completely naked and bending over her, taking hold of her panties in preparation for exposing her to his eyes. This was the fantasy she'd had so many times, and she couldn't help but play her part, reaching out and grabbing his wrist, halting his movement. "Robbie, wait! I - I'm still a virgin... and I'm, um... kinda scared," she whimpered, genuinely feeling the emotion as it finally dawned on her fully that actually having sex with her brother was in her near future. Unlike in her fantasies, in which Robert always whispered romantic reassurances to her, Sophia blushed as her brother's eyes widened. "You're still a virgin? I - I had no idea, Sophie... I thought... what about those guys you dated?" he asked, the surprise obvious in his voice, before a more important thought popped in, "Wait, you - you really want me to be your first?" For a moment, Sophia was genuinely afraid that learning she still hadn't had her cherry popped was going to scare away Robert, and she'd miss her chance to have him forever. She sat up and reached out to hold him tight, shivering and taking in his scent as she nuzzled against his neck, hoping it wouldn't be her only opportunity. "I know, I know, it's kind of weird at my age, right? Those guys were nice and all, but... they weren't you, Robbie. They weren't as smart or handsome or funny, none of them matched you in every way... and you were always the one I wanted most." There was a moment of silence as her brother digested this information. "Hey, it's not weird at all, just means you're more discerning... and I didn't realize your feelings were that strong, Soph," he finally said, his voice unusually subdued. Leaning back, she gave him a gentle smile and ran her fingers through his hair. "All the stories where the siblings fall in love with each other didn't clue you in?" she asked, poking him in the chest. He chuckled and shrugged. "Well, being a virgin didn't hurt your sex scenes any...." She laughed at that, and returned his shrug. "I have a great imagination," she said, grinning as he shook his head and whistled. "I can't wait to see what they're like once you've got some real experience," he said. The grin faded slightly as he averted his eyes. "...Sophie, I - I don't know if I can love you that way, I didn't realize that part of the stories applied to me too. But..." he paused, looking back at her, and there was something in his eyes that made her hopeful heart skip a beat as he just looked at her for a long moment. "...I'm willing to_try_," he finally said, a hoarseness to his voice, like he was trying to suppress a strong emotion. The writer groaned in relief and barely-understood joy, squeezing him tight and leaning in to kiss him. "Oh, big brother..." she whispered, just before capturing his lips with her own. It was only a few seconds, though, before she broke it off with a yelp, blushing as she looked down to see him, yet again, stroking her slit through her panties. Gently slapping his hand away, she blushed, though her smile remained just as strong. "Stop doing that," she said, unable to even pretend to be annoyed with him. "As soon as you stop making such cute noises when I do it," he replied, kissing her chastely on the nose, "but first, I believe you were still in dire need of a good orgasm..."

Sophia trembled on the bed as her brother reached around behind her and opened the snap above her tail, before he once again took hold of her underwear, glancing up with a reassuring smile before he peeled the damp panties away from her body and began to tug them down her legs. As they passed the midpoint of her thighs and her pelvis was fully exposed to her brother's gaze, which flitted down from her face to leer at her uncovered treasures, he slowed down, clearly deeply interested in the view. She fought the urge to close her legs together as Robert went as far as hunching down lower, eyes tracing over every detail of her tender vulva; she was already blushing as hard as she could, but if it could have gotten stronger, it would have as she realized she'd been horny for so long she was no doubt visibly glistening by this point... which only turned her on more because of the thought of her big brother seeing her that way. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but really look rather less than a minute, Robert deftly manoeuvred the panties around her ankles and dropped them on the floor, directly on top of his boxers as it turned out. With only a playful glance up to her face, the elder squirrel laid a hand on her foot and trailed it up her leg, boldly making a beeline for her treasures as he laid back down next to her, looking into her eyes to let his hands do the exploring for him. She tried to ease her nerves with conversation, but didn't get very far before her train of thought didn't so much derail as disintegrate. "Robbie, I - ohhhhhh!" she moaned out loud, unable to even lower the volume as she finally felt her big brother's fingers playing along the secret flesh between her legs. She whimpered, unable to stop shuddering at the sensation of someone else touching her there for the first time, deeply magnified by the fact that that someone else was the squirrel who'd had a starring role in her sexual fantasies for years now. Robert snuggled up against her, pushing his other arm under and around her to hold her closer as he continued to feel and rub along her slick lips and sensitive mound. "Shhhhh, just relax, little sister, don't want to go making too much noise now..." he whispered to her, his voice low and sensual, "...if we got caught, I'd have to stop playing with your pussy, and we certainly don't want that, now do we?" Still whimpering, unable to relax, she nodded frantically, holding onto her lover with both hands, amazed that such slow movements could make her feel so good. It didn't help her anxiety any that Robert continued watching her face, not her treasures, no doubt observing every twitch and bit lip, every emotion that played out in her eyes as he ran the pad of his middle finger up and down her slit with just enough pressure to spread her labia slightly without actually pushing inside her wet heat. His other fingers had taken up positions on either side of her mound, cupping it protectively - or was it possessively? Swallowing another moan, feeling her toes curl up in her stockings, Sophia noted, even in her distracted state, that Robert seemed to be deliberately avoiding touching her clitoris, which ached for his touch, throbbing with the strength of her desire. Feeling like he was worshipping her, the writer wished she'd spent more time getting acquainted with her brother's penis, only to admit to herself that the male layout was rather less complex than the female equivalent, so she'd spent more than enough time exploring him, and that Robert had seemed plenty satisfied after the fact. Her thoughts were interrupted when her brother unexpectedly pulled his hand away, without even having pushed a finger inside her yet; she yelped and instinctively humped her hips forward, chasing his retreating hand even as he released her shoulder and sat up. "Noooo, Robbie!" she moaned, "What - what did I do wrong? P-please don't stop, it was so good, you're driving me crazy!" It didn't even occur to her to be embarrassed as she literally begged him to keep going, grabbing onto his wrist and whimpering in a rather different manner. Raising his other, wetter hand to his lips, he began to lick at his fingers with that damnable smirk on his face. Robert had done his research into what revved her engine before they'd gone this far, but Sophia had never had the chance to return the favour, and now she found herself worrying that his thing would turn out to be teasing her, keeping her on the edge. But instead, he smiled benevolently at her, and moved around to the foot of the bed in front of her, taking hold of her knees as he lay down on his stomach there, his legs moving down to brace himself against the floor, as there wasn't enough mattress for both of them. Sophia's already rapid heartbeat managed to increase still further as he spread her legs a little more and began crawling forward on his forearms, his intentions rapidly becoming clear. "Relax, little sister," he finally said, "I just wanted to get you nice and warmed up before the main event. You didn't think I'd pay back a titjob by just touching you, did you?" The question was obviously rhetorical, so it was good that she found herself unable to speak as he came close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her hot skin. "Besides," he said, lewdly licking his lips and staring at her virgin slit, "I also managed to get a taste test out of it."

Sophia lay against the pillows, breathing hard, staring down the bed as her older brother made himself comfortable between her legs, reaching around and placing his hands on top of her thighs, as if he needed to hold on tight before getting to work. Glancing up at her, he winked, which made her inner walls instinctively clench down, even as she blushed at the fact that up close, he'd be able to see that. Finally, he leaned in close, where she couldn't see exactly what he was doing - and at this point, Sophia had the foresight to clamp a hand over her mouth, correctly anticipating a moan at the sensation of Robert's tongue pressing against her needy flesh, starting at the base of her cleft and slowly dragging all the way up, even licking over her clitoris, which had her toes curling up again. He pulled away briefly, loudly smacking his lips and chuckling to himself again. "Mmmmm... damn, sis, I swear you've got the tastiest pussy in the world," he murmured, clearly enjoying himself. Sophia averted her eyes and finally spoke up. "Ohhh, big brother, I - I know I get worked up when you talk dirty to me, but - but I don't like it when you keep embarrassing me like that, could you, you know, tone it down a bit?" she asked, staring at the power bar plugged into the wall socket under her brother's desk, unable to bring herself to look directly at Robert as she made her request. She finally looked back when he lifted his head, and was surprised to see the disappointment on his features. "I'm sorry, Sophie, I was talking like that for your sake, I never really tried talking dirty with a girl before," he said, the aura of confidence finally faltering as he looked self-conscious and apologetic, "I actually thought you were getting off to it this whole time, I mean, you've basically been blushing non-stop since we started, so it's hard to tell when it's you being horny and when it's embarrassment." "It's okay," she said, smiling thinly, "J-just keep it in mind, okay?" Robert nodded and went back to his task, licking and lapping at her sodden lips, causing her to tremble and twitch, returning her hand to her mouth just in case. Just before it reached its destination, though, Sophia arched her back and gasped, as her brother acted without warning and buried his tongue between her lips, pushing within to her core, where her desire burned most fiercely. "Oh God! R-Robbie, that's..." she trailed off as he began to explore her vagina with his tongue, running it along her trembling inner walls, gathering her flavourful juices and tracing the contours of her inner flesh. After a few moments, she shuddered and moaned again, having forgotten her plan to mute herself in the pleasure that had suddenly come over her. "...D-don't stop, big brother, don't ever stop..."

The next little while passed mostly in silence, with Sophia lying back on the bed, twitching and writhing, breathing hard as Robert continued to tend to her, having added a finger or two to his technique, pressing inside her and feeling around as he continued to lick at her, occasionally pulling back to gently suckle on her clitoris, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as he sucked on it with his lips. Sophia, who had never felt anything this good before in her efforts by herself, wanted to just close her eyes and lose herself to the pleasure, but she couldn't look away, couldn't stop staring even though all she could see from up here was the upper half of her brother's face; even he had his eyes closed, relying on touch alone while he pleasured her, or maybe just savouring her flavour. As he returned his tongue to the slick warmth between her folds yet again, she whimpered, reaching up to grab one of her breasts, groping herself and tweaking her nipple as she continued to stare; she was so focused on her mound and the face pressed up against it that she didn't notice when she instinctively lifted her feet and hooked them together on her brother's back, pressing just slightly harder against the sides of his head with her thighs. She let out a long, soft ohhhhhhhh, and pushed her shuddering slit harder against her brother's face, wanting to feel that glorious tongue deeper inside her. Shortly after that, Robert pulled back, and she groaned with frustration, spoiled by the sensations he'd brought her. He continued to finger her and play with her clit, though, so it wasn't so bad. "Okay, I know I'm dialling it back, but damn you're wet, Sophie. Are you normally this juicy or is this, you know... because of me?" he asked, licking his lips less theatrically than before. She giggled, blushing more pleasantly this time, finally dropping the stutter. "Mmmm, just right, Robbie. And I, um, I dunno," the young squirrel started, her uncertainty rearing its ugly head once more. "I don't really pay attention to that... you are making this the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me, though."

Being a writer, she accurately predicted his response, but it didn't make it any less of a turn-on when he winked and murmured "You ain't seen nothin' yet, little sister." As he returned to lovingly eating her out, she stretched out and finally allowed herself to close her eyes, confident that her brother wouldn't evaporate if she took her eyes off him. She quickly lost all sense of time, focusing her entire world on Robert's lips and tongue, squeezing and fondling her own breasts to augment the experience just that little bit more.

Eventually, Sophia realized two things; first, she could feel her orgasm building up inside her, growing insistently like a balloon filling up with air, and second, for perhaps the first time in her life, she didn't want to come, wishing she could spend the rest of time being ravished by her brother's tongue. She whimpered and whined, trying to remember methods she'd read about that guys used to hold off coming, but she didn't know anything about baseball, and the reality of her own brother performing cunnilingus on her tended to defeat any mental images she was able to draw forth, no matter how unpleasant. She opened her eyes again as Robert ceased his ministrations once more to lean back, a curious look on his face. "You okay, Soph?" he asked, his whiskers glistening, "You've been getting all tense and whimpery and -" he stopped, realization coming over his face, to be quickly replaced by a sly grin. "...You're trying not to come, aren't you, sis?" Sophia yelped and brought her hands to her face, peeking between two of her fingers and nodding, which made her brother's smile widen all the further. "Mmmm, I like the idea of watching my sweet little sister coming on the end of my tongue. Don't fight it, Sophie, there'll be plenty of time for more later on... I'm in this for the long run, remember?" he said, nuzzling his cheek against her thigh, "Just lie back, relax, and let me show you how much I love you, little sister." That was similar enough to things the imaginary Robert tended to say in her fantasies as she approached orgasm that Sophia moaned aloud even before the real squirrel returned to his delightful task. Feeling self-conscious, this being the first time she'd ever been brought to climax with someone else around, she lay back and closed her eyes, and most importantly, she stopped fighting it, playing with her achingly stiff nipples and shuddering as her brother's talented tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. It wasn't very long at all, really, before the squirrel could feel the point of no return hurtling towards her at high speed. Her toes curled up, her eyes clenched shut, she released her boobs to grip the sheets in tight fists, and the moment was upon her. Unlike the fantasy she held so dear to her heart, the real Robbie hadn't actually asked her to 'remind us who you're coming for', but even if he'd asked her specifically not to do it, it's doubtful she would have been able to restrain herself; as Sophia's back arched up off the bed, her muscles tensing up, she let out a gasp and then, as her orgasm washed over her like a wave, she called out her brother's name. "Ohh - oh God! Oh,Robbie!" she cried, quickly turning her head to the side to press her face against the pillow, to muffle the louder moans to come. Pleasure exploded outward from her core as she squeezed her thighs against Robert's head, preventing him from escaping, her clitoris throbbing harder than she could ever remember as her brother sucked on it, focusing his tongue on the oh-so-sensitive nub to keep her pleasure high, her vagina rhythmically squeezing against his fingers even as he continued to press and rub against the more responsive spots along her clenching walls. She'd long worried about the cliché of having her characters enjoy such pleasure the first time they were with a sibling, but here she was, to her surprise, her brother's face between her legs, and she was experiencing the strongest climax of her young life, feeling light-headed and overwhelmed by the gift Robert had given her.

When the ecstasy had finally ended, Sophia collapsed to the bed, every muscle going limp as she panted, eyes closed to help with the light-headed feeling. The room wasn't quite spinning, but the dots in front of her eyes were very distracting. Before, she'd been embarrassed to show off even her underwear to her brother. Now, she lay before him, legs splayed wide, juice soaking into the fur on her thighs and tail, and she made absolutely no effort to cover herself. It wasn't so much a matter of increasing comfort with the situation or eroding moral fibre as it was that she was so tired out that it literally didn't occur to her to cover herself. Quietly sitting back up, Robert brought a hand to his muzzle, brushing the sides in an attempt to make himself more presentable. Looking down upon his sister's sweaty form, he smiled, but said nothing, and crawled up the bed, lying down next to her and gently sliding an arm under her. Letting out a relaxed sigh, but not saying a word, Sophia rolled over against him, nuzzling her head against his chest, throwing an arm and a leg across him possessively, snuggling in tighter against her lover. After a few moments, her breathing had finally calmed down, and she looked up at him, tired but very, very happy. Almost as soon as their eyes met, brother and sister chuckled together, revelling in the wonderful secret they now shared, and leaned in to kiss. Sophia's cheeks were already pretty flushed, but she would have blushed if it were possible; she really could taste herself on her brother's tongue, if only faintly. She'd never felt this close to anyone in her life, feeling Robert's warmth against her, his fur intermingling with hers, but it was more than that, it was an emotional connection she'd never felt before, something... new. Breaking off the kiss, she reached up to cup her lover's face and finally broke the silence. "Robbie... that was... that was amazing. I - thank you," she said, finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words for the first time in years. His own smile widening, her brother chuckled and hugged her tight. "Trust me, Soph, it was my pleasure." As Sophia lay her head back down, pressing her ear against her brother's chest and listening to his heart beating, Robert reached down to run a hand down her side, petting her gently, occasionally moving up to run his fingers through her tousled hair. "So, was it really amazing, or were you just saying that because it's supposed to be amazing?" he asked, softly, his grin showing he was in no danger of having his ego bruised. Sophia giggled, only slightly embarrassed. "W-well, let me put it this way... I'm not sure I'll ever be able to come as hard all by myself, just using my fingers, ever again." Both siblings snickered at that, and they just lay together for a time, enjoying their newfound closeness. When next he spoke, Robert's voice was quiet, reverential, and the look he was giving her was closer to wonder than to lust. "Oh, Sophie... You're so soft, so beautiful. It's almost hard for me to remember that you're my sweet little sister, the one who always looked up to me. You know, when I first found your stories, I... I didn't know how to feel. Let's be honest, they were so, so hot, but... I mean, they were by you, and they were about incest, so I couldn't bring myself to, uh, make use of them, I felt so conflicted just for getting hard while I read... but I couldn't stop reading. I told myself that it was none of my business, that I was prying into my sister's fantasies, and that was wrong even if it hadn't been incest. But then..." he trailed off as his hand briefly stopped on her shoulder. Sophia could almost hear the memories he was no doubt replaying in his head. After a moment, he continued petting her, and when he next spoke, his voice was decidedly huskier. "...But then," he said, "I started picking up the hints. Started recognizing things in the stories. And then everything changed."

Sophia craned her neck to look up at her brother while still cuddling against his side. She wasn't sure how to read the look in his eyes. "Robbie, I - I was so afraid when Tail_Smack started messaging me. I thought... ever since I started writing those stories, I was sure, I was so certain, that if anyone in the family ever found out, none of you would ever speak to me again. Especially you, to find out that I have these f-feelings for you... I think a month ago, if someone made me pick between telling you about my stories and my feelings, and stepping in front of a bus, it wouldn't have been an easy choice." The writer swallowed, and moved her hand, resting it over his heart, feeling his pulse through his skin. Smiling thinly, Sophia looked directly at her hand, averting her eyes from Robert's gaze. "I never dared dream this would happen, big brother. I would, you know, write those stories and, uh, think about you, but those were just fantasies, never even occurred to me that anything like this could really happen... I'm so glad you found my stories, Robbie," she said, squeezing him tight, "I'm glad 'everything changed', like you said." Smiling happily, he crooked a finger, inviting her back up the bed. "C'mon, then, Sophie, give your big brother a kiss, show him how glad you are." As she crawled back up the bed to meet his lips, Sophia couldn't help but giggle excitedly. It wasn't just that she'd gotten her brother in bed; they'd both climaxed now, and no one had turned into a pumpkin or faded away to the buzzing of an alarm clock. Maybe, against all odds, she really could start some kind of relationship with her brother, or at least on-going cuddling like this. The thought was pushed from her mind as Robert's hand slipped down her back during their kiss, to take a firm grip of her butt, giving it a pleasant squeeze. As she broke off the kiss and looked over her shoulder to watch herself get fondled, she caught sight of her brother's penis, which had returned to its full pride since his climax. Looking back into his eyes, trying to look seductive, the writer reached down and took hold of her lover's prick, giving it a squeeze of her own. "Ooooh, big brother! It looks like someone's feeling up to round two," she said, licking her lips in what she hoped was a terribly sexy way and not slightly goofy, as she felt. Robert shivered against her, chittering with pleasure, and gave her a grin. "Mmm, that's just music to my ears, little sister. But I..." he trailed off, biting his lip. "What is it, Robbie?" she asked, rubbing his shoulder supportively. "...Oh, the hell with it, Sophie, I want to fuck you this time, but I don't know if you're ready for that, and I'm too horny to come up with a classy way to ask." Even as she brought a hand to her mouth, slightly shocked, Sophia found it strangely endearing that her brother was the one blushing this time, embarrassed at his lack of graces. "Heh, Robbie, sweetie, I've been ready to be with you for about five years now," she said, winking at him. He chuckled at that, but he still looked unsure of himself. "This was easier to plan out before I knew you were a virgin, you know," he said, sighing, perhaps finally showing his vulnerable side. Taking the initiative for a change, Sophia sat up, letting go of Robert's dick as she did so, and tugged on his shoulders, encouraging him to sit up himself, not-so-subtly nudging him out of the way as he did, lying down where he'd just been, and taking her turn to crook a finger, spreading her legs just slightly as his eyes instinctively played across her body. "Come on, big brother, are you really going to make me beg?" she asked, before shrugging and giggling, "Uh, cause I'll totally go there if that's what it takes to get you."

For a few moments, Robert just sat there, on his heels, staring at his sister's body; when she reached out a be-stockinged foot to poke him with a toe, he gently took hold of it and began to rub her calf through the material. But he was making no move to ravish Sophia, and she was beginning to get impatient. "Robbie? I didn't blow your mind, did I? I was kinda hoping to do that after you - well, you know..." As she trailed off, her brother snickered, and then looked into her eyes as if that had broken some kind of spell. "...Sorry, Sophie," he said, "I was just trying to find the right words to tell you that, uh, I just realized I'm fresh out of condoms." Sophia waved dismissively, which clearly surprised Robert, and then reached forward, tugging on her brother's hand, smiling encouragingly. "Oh, that's alright, Robbie, I've been on the pill for years already, helps me with - uh, lady trouble, but let's start heating things up instead of dwelling on that, kay?" she asked, frowning with disappointment when he pulled his hand back. "Wha - but you're my sister! Aren't you supposed to be, you know, way more worried about getting knocked up than you would be with a normal guy?" he said, a curious look on his face. The writer sighed. "I'm pretty confident in the pill, big brother. It's not the right time, anyway," she said, before sighing dramatically and crossing her arms. "Unless, of course, you wanna put things on hold while you drive to the store and pick up a box of rubbers." As Robert bit his lip, uncertainty painted across his face, she lifted a foot and began to gently rub her toes along his erection, just in case his interest for the stockings went beyond the visual appeal. "Go ahead, Robbie, I'm more than happy to wait," she said, smiling innocently. Sophia tried her best not to lie so strongly to the people she loved (unless it was about the content of her work), but she felt pretty justified this time. Her brother looked down at his pelvis just in time to see his penis throb, a drop of pre-come leaking out and absorbing into her stocking. This did not particularly bother Sophia, given that they'd need to have the sweat washed out of them anyway. After a moment, Robert sighed and shook his head. "You know, if this was one of your stories, I'd have a demon on one shoulder begging me to fuck you, and an angel on the other telling me to get the condoms first. And yet, all I hear is the demon." Sophia giggled at that and pulled her foot away so she could spread her legs, extending her arms out to him like she was inviting her brother in for a simple hug. Finally, Robert laughed, throwing up a large shrug. "Alright, alright, you win. It's not like I was enjoying taking the path of most resistance anyway." Shaking his head again with amusement, he got on all fours, crawling forward as Sophia laughed triumphantly, then suddenly fell silent, the importance of the moment making her nervous. It wasn't the nervousness that surprised her, it seemed fairly obvious, really, and she'd included the emotion in each and every one of her stories where a character handed in their V-tags, even the males. What did surprise her is how nervous she was, as Robert leaned down to kiss her neck, even as his hand stroked gently along her side. Moving back and away, her brother reached down to take hold of his cock, and he looked directly into her eyes without moving. "Well, then... you ready, Soph?" he asked, softly. The writer's heart was pounding, but she forced a smile as she nodded stiffly. "So, let me g-guess," she said, silently cursing herself for stuttering, "This is the part where you tell me we can stop anytime I want to, and to just tell you if it hurts or if I get scared or something, right?" She resisted the urge to close her legs as Robert lowered himself towards her, trying very hard not to think about the stories she'd heard of the discomfort the first time usually brought with it, and put on a brave face. Her brother looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shook his head, much to her surprise. "Hmmm, no, not really. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's nice and romantic and stuff, and it really works in your stories, but I was going to say something more like, oh, I don't know..." He leaned in close, lips just outside her ear, his breath making it twitch as he spoke, his voice low and needy. "Ooooh, little sister, I'm gonna ride you so hard, I won't know how to stop." Sophia couldn't help but giggle excitedly, much of her nervousness evaporating as she was reminded that this was the big brother who'd looked out for her for years. Okay, maybe he wasn't exactly like her fantasies, but in a lot of ways, important ways, he was even better.

Sophia had been trying to play it cool, but the squirrel couldn't help but mutter an 'oh my God' to herself as the head of her brother's penis pressed against her slit, carefully lined up with her entrance. Robert looked up at her, seemingly calm and in control. "Okay, Sophie, the first one is the hard one," he said, gently, "You want me to do it fast or slow?" Swallowing, looking down at the point of their imminent joining, Sophia tried to keep the waver out of her voice and mostly succeeded. "Don't go until I say, but d-do it fast, don't wanna linger on this," she said, leaning back, unable to take her eyes off the sight; this kind of thing doesn't happen to a girl every day, of course. "You got it, little sister. Just say the word," came Robert's calming response. The writer took a deep, shuddery breath, and then looked up into her lover's eyes, deciding that the fact that it was happening wasn't as important as who she was sharing it with. Steeling herself, Sophia reached up and embraced her brother, trying to absorb some of the confidence in his gaze as she continued in a quiet voice. "Okay, on th-three. One... two... three!" she cried, just as Robert pushed his hips forward, her labia parting before him as his prick slid into his sister's tight warmth all the way to the hilt in one thrust. "Aaaah!" she yelped, clenching her teeth and her eyes shut for a moment. Opening them again, she looked up into Robert's eyes, surprised at the concern that had suddenly manifested there. "There, it's done. You okay, Sophie?" he asked, stroking her cheek in that soothing way again. "Uh, yeah," she said, blushing and taking mental stock of herself, "I think so... actually, umm... that kinda didn't hurt at all." The writer frowned at that, suddenly confused. "Wait, that's not right, it's supposed to hurt so that you can be all comforting to me afterwards," she muttered, frowning. Robert shrugged his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, now that you mention it, I've never been with a virgin before, but I was expecting to feel, you know, the thing there... But I got all the way to the root without a problem." Thinking about it, Sophia whimpered, blushing much harder. "Oh - oh, Robbie, I don't know what this means, I swear I'm a virgin! I never even used toys or anything, I promise you're my first!" She began to whimper until Robert leaned in, chittering softly, and nuzzled against her cheek. "Relax, little sister, I said it's not what I expected, I didn't say it was weird. I remember in health class they said some girls break the, uh, the barrier when they go horseback riding or fall funny or something, and some girls are born without one in the first place. It's not a big deal." Sophia couldn't help but relax in his arms at his reassurance, kissing him on the nose. "Thanks, big brother," she whispered, thinking for a second and adding "Go figure you'd be paying real close attention in the class where they talk about girly parts." Snickering, Robert pressed against her slightly harder, moving his shaft inside her and reminding her of more important matters than teasing her brother. Gasping, Sophia shivered from head to toe. "Ohhh - oh God, Robbie, I feel so - so full." She couldn't help but whimper again, this time with need, as her brother playfully began to grind against her, and she clenched down on him with her inner walls, relishing the feeling that had been lacking from her fantasies all those times. "So, Sophie... you wanna get started?" The elder sibling asked, his voice low and hungry. "More than anything I've ever wanted before!" she moaned, holding him tight. To her immediate delight, Robert slowly began to pull back, withdrawing from her wet heat until just the head of his cock remained inside her. Sophia compared the sensation to the feeling of being inside a roller coaster as it approaches the top of the first hill. That thought left as quickly as it came, though, as her brother pushed himself home again, immediately beginning the natural thrusting rhythm, and then they were off at last.

Sophia leaned up to capture her brother's lips, partially because she needed to do more for her arousal than just lie there, and partially because she was afraid if she didn't cover her mouth, her moans would be heard all the way down the street. As he drove into her again and again, she shuddered hard, revelling in the feeling of that rock-hard prick rubbing against her sensitive walls, trying to grip him and hold him in place - where he belongs, she thought - but to no avail. After a few moments, she spread her legs still wider and reached them up to wrap them around her brother's waist, enabling her to hold him even tighter and enabling him to give his thrusts even more gusto. She wished that had been a move she'd thought of herself, but she'd gotten it from a particularly delicious brother-sister story series she'd been following online. At least, she thought, I'm plagiarizing from a good source. Then, realizing she was thinking about online stories while she was actually making love with her brother, she frowned, muttering to herself. "So not the time, brain." Robert's hips slowed in their movement and he leaned back to look into her eyes. "What - what was that, Soph?" he asked, his energetic movements already taking their toll on his breathing. She tried not to smile, but it was hard, as she already felt so good. "N-nothing, Robbie, just thanking my lucky stars..." she said, giving his cock a nice inner squeeze to encourage him to drop it. Not that he needed much encouragement, as he didn't even bother shrugging before he leaned in to nip at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, bringing up a hand to fondle her breasts. As he did so, he lowered the one arm that was now supporting him down to its elbow, putting his forearm behind the pillow Sophia's head was resting on; this, she quickly realized, let him brace his entire forearm against the bed to support him better than just one hand, and it brought him within easy kissing distance to boot. Handy! Robert broke off the kiss almost instantly, though, to groan and shudder. "Nnngh, fucking A, little sister, you're the tightest girl I've ever been with..." he groaned, "painless or not, when you s-say it's your first time, I believe you!" Sophia laughed at that, then laughed at the fact that she was laughing during sex, not something she'd ever predicted or included in a story. She couldn't come up with anything witty to say, given her distraction, so she just leaned up to kiss her brother again, pushing back against him as he continued to drive himself into her tight, wet channel. As she squeezed her legs tighter around her lover's back, Sophia considered her stories; the actual mechanics of the act of making love are, to put it mildly, extremely thoroughly documented on the Internet. So it wasn't hard for the writer, even as a virgin, to apply her skills to describing the physicality of the deed. But while she'd been satisfied with her description of the emotional aspect of sex, mostly based on how she hoped it would go with a real lover, often imagining Robert, now that she was actually in the middle of it, all her words 'til now seemed like they had failed utterly to capture the strength of the tactile emotions involved in lovemaking; she wondered how any words could truly sum up how she felt at this moment, even with real experience. It was one thing to describe how close a man might hold his lover as he hilted himself, but to know how warm it felt in his arms, how deeply he could be felt with every thrust, the tingle that went up her spine with every caress... She'd written all those words before and yet now they seemed like they could never be adequate to accurately deliver this moment onto paper. Starting to get overwhelmed, Sophia turned her head to the side, embarrassed; her eyes were beginning to brim with tears of happiness. "Ohh, Jesus, Robbie... I love you so much, I've loved you for s-so long..." she murmured, leaning in to lay a string of kisses along his neck and cheek, finishing with a deep, passionate kiss, both of her hands on the back of his head, only lingering for a short time before she leaned back, moaning with need as he began to pick up the pace. Contrary to his earlier one-liner, Robert's thrusts weren't especially hard or rough, just energetic - and as a squirrel, he had plenty of energy to put into it - so Sophia wasn't in the least bit discomforted. "Big brother, I want to, to make this good for you too, is there anything, you know, extra, I can do for you?" she asked, beginning to breathe a little harder herself. Before Robert said a word, though, she arched her back, bumping into him, as he moved his free hand from her breasts down to the point of their union, and began to tweak and play with her clitoris even as he continued to piston into her, showing off the impressive stamina he'd earned for himself on that stair-climber. "Shhhh, relax, Sophie, relax... I've never been with a girl who cared for me as much as you obviously do... so all I want you to do is lie back and enjoy what I'm doing for you." After a moment, he chuckled, slowing down slightly, and giving her a wink. "'Something extra', she says, like getting to fuck my sweet little sister's tight, virgin pussy isn't already the best thing that's happened to me all year." Sophie giggled even as he continued to please her, and lowered herself back down to the mattress. "You know, you're getting really good at this dirty talk thing, Robbie."

The Adairs continued making love, with few interruptions, save the occasional gasp or grunt, and one notable incident when an appropriately cheeky Sophia moaned 'Harder!' in her brother's ear. All the while, they kept kissing and caressing each other, as if they were each competing to see who could bring the other more pleasure. But all too soon, Sophia felt that tension building inside her again, and groaned, partly in pleasure, partly in frustration. Remembering what Robert had told her earlier, about how they would have plenty of time in the future for encores, she stopped trying to resist it and just whispered huskily to her lover. "R-Robbie! I'm - I'm g-gonna come! Oh, fuck me, big brother..." she moaned, doing her best to push back against his thrusts, lean into his teasing fingers. If this had been one of her stories, and the female lead had said that, her brother would have said something along the lines of 'What do you think I've been doing this whole time?' However, Robert was clearly approaching the end himself, so he wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind for one-liners. Instead he let out his breath in a hiss between clenched teeth, and managed to groan out a quick reply. "Fuuuuck, yes... c-come for me, Sophie... I'm g-getting close too..." It wasn't Shakespeare, and Sophia probably would have preferred it if he'd called her 'little sister', but hearing her brother saying those words kicked her towards the edge even faster. She held her hand to her face, biting a finger to keep from moaning, and closed her eyes, focusing on the delicious sensations her brother was bringing her, preparing herself for the big moment, ready to just ride it out. Soon, she began to tense up, whimpering with each breath, and then... "Ohhh... oh Christ... oh - oh Robbie! _" she cried, arching her back and stiffening all over, burying her face in her brother's shoulders to muffle her cries after gasping his name the way she always had during her strongest orgasms. This one, naturally, was no different. She felt the pleasure burst within her, spreading out from her love canal to fill her entire body, burning along her nerves and dancing down her spine to the tip of her fluffy tail. Robert continued to stroke and tease at her throbbing clitoris without mercy, and she felt herself clenching down on her brother's prick rhythmically, in time with the waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her; in the past, she'd written about the vaginal contractions of her heroines setting off their lovers' climaxes in turn, but she didn't know whether it could really happen or not. Thus, she was even more pleased than most people might be when after only a few seconds of this new, increased stimulation, Robert stiffened against her and gasped out loud, drawing back just as he had before so many times, before slamming himself home with one last thrust. "_Fuck! S-S- Sophie!" he managed to gasp, forcing the words out before all he could manage were grunts and lustful growls, remaining firmly hilted inside her as he joined his sister in climax; with her walls squeezing down on him so tight, Sophia could feel his penis throbbing inside her, and gasped as she felt the rush of heat that told the young writer that her brother was ejaculating, painting her walls with spurt after spurt of his thick, hot seed. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't feel more detail, mostly it was just the warmth she felt as Robert's come filled in the space around his cock, coating the inside of her pussy. She held him close enough to feel his heart pounding just as hard inside his chest as hers was, feel the heat from his flesh and the sweat in his fur, and as their lovemaking came to a crescendo, Sophia leaned up to meet her brother's lips, so the siblings rode out their ecstasies holding each other close and kissing to celebrate their union.

When their orgasms had finally died down, Robert and Sophia lay still for a moment, going limp in each other's arms. There was something weirdly pleasurable about this physical contact even now, the writer found, with her lover's tired, sweaty body pressed on top of her own, enough to feel his size without his weight crushing her. She let her legs fall to her sides, but made no move to release her loose grip on his shoulders, just lying there, holding him, breathing just as hard as he was, feeling his still-hard (but no doubt rapidly softening) penis still inside her. She found she rather enjoyed the sensation of him just filling her, lying still in her vagina, and made a mental note to maybe try putting the penetration before the foreplay next time so they could both feel exactly how excited their partner was. That done, she dismissed all thoughts from her mind, focusing on the moment. Robert had, mercifully, stopped playing with her love button, still throbbing from the strength of that orgasm, now so oversensitive that even her brother's fur rubbing against it made her bite her lip. Of course, he'd done it more to help support his weight, not for her benefit, but she appreciated it nonetheless. After some time, when the Adairs' breathing had quieted, Robert finally pushed up and looked her in the eye, smiling at her before withdrawing himself from her, a look of purest reluctance on his face, and dropping down next to her with a sigh, his half-deflated cock falling against his belly with a quiet slap, gleaming with wetness from the mingling of her juices and his seed. After a moment, the squirrels looked at each other and grinned tiredly, revelling in their secret. Sophia rolled over, the way she had before, and spooned up against his side; Robert put his arm around her, gently resting on her side, hand dangling limply in front of her stomach.

He was the one who broke the silence first. "So, Miss CheekyWinter... you finally got your big brother in bed," he said, quietly, adoration in his voice, "I guess that makes you the best incest writer on the Net. How does it feel?" She giggled, sighing happily and nuzzling against him. "Like I should be waking up any minute, because this is so good it can't be real," she said, running a finger through his (now considerably more matted) fur again, tracing his muscles. She subtly moved her other hand between her legs and gently touched it to her slit, silently relieved to discover it didn't feel loose or saggy now that she'd finally put it to good use. The entire area was soaked with her arousal of course, but as she pushed two fingers between her tired labia, she found Robert's come, still warm, and beginning to ooze out of her. Rubbing it between her fingers, thinking of it as physical proof of the achievement of her forbidden desires, she shuddered, thinking that if she hadn't been in afterglow, she might have climaxed on the spot. "Robbie, I... thank you for making my first time so good for me. Do you... do you still mean what you said about wanting to, uh, give 'us' a try?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. Whatever it was, she told herself, it was worth it for this night. Robert sighed, and she tensed up, steeling herself for disappointment as he replied. "Well, sis... that's a really complicated situation, isn't it? I..." he trailed off, and she could practically hear the gears in his head turning, before he continued, "I'm going to say yes, at least for now, but we should sit down and have a talk about this later, so we can try and work some things out, figure out, uh, where we stand and all that. For starters, I'm not even sure what we'd do, aside from, you know, more fucking." She giggled, elated at his response, and looked back up at his gently smiling face. "I've got some ideas about that, actually, did some early stories about secret couples going on furtive dates. I think you'd like them." Robert laughed softly, and she enjoyed the feeling of his chest shaking beneath her. "Is there any of me in those ones?" he asked, running a hand through her hair. "Mmmm, not so much in those ones, that was before I got brave enough to do that, and we've never been on a date so I wouldn't have much to work from anyway... at least not yet." They snickered at that, and for a moment there was peaceful silence, until Sophia looked up, a curiously shy expression on her face.

"Uh, Robbie? I've kinda been dying to know since I found out you were Tail_Smack..." she said, "You remember that comment you made on the, ah, the camping story? Where you said something like, you found it hot to imagine Elliot knew his sister was watching him beat off. Did you... back at the campground, did you really know I was watching you masturbate?" Robert burst out laughing at that, shaking his head when he'd calmed down a bit. "Fuck no, I only just started thinking of you this way, remember? If I'd known you'd caught me whacking off back then, I might have murdered you," he said with a laugh. To her surprise, he started blushing a little, though it was hard to tell since he was already rather flushed from his exertions. "Did you really watch me, like the whole way? You didn't just catch me and get out of there?" he asked, almost looking bashful. "Sorry, big brother, I stayed for the whoooole thing, watched you shoot your stuff all over that poor urinal. It was basically the hottest thing that had ever happened to me at that point." He laughed again and resumed running his fingers through her hair. "Well, I guess I'm glad it was at least memorable," he said, sounding slightly less self-conscious about it. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Definitely not as memorable as this was, though. What do you wanna do next, Robbie?" she asked, snuggling in close. He put on a mock-thoughtful expression and stroked his chin. "Hmmmm... Well, I was thinking I would lie here and cuddle with a beautiful naked squirrel who adores me until I was ready for round two, and then I would make hot, sweaty love to you again, maybe try another position. And after that we'll probably be starving, and definitely be a mess, so we could get a shower or something, and then maybe go out and have a burger? Nothing wrong with having fast food with your sister, right?" Sophia snickered again and looked up, the smile on her face just as cheeky as her username. "Right, because having a burger would be the most taboo thing I did all day." As she spoke, she reached down to touch her lips again, holding them up to display her brother's semen glistening on her fingers, an excellent underscore to her point, if she did say so herself. Catching his eye, she brought her fingers to her mouth, gently licking them clean of Robert's come, as he watched with a smirk. Clearly not caring about whether or not he could taste himself, he pulled her in for another kiss when she was done, and they just stayed like that for a while, kissing and holding each other, the urgency gone, burned away in the heat of climax, so that all that was left was showing their affection for each other.

When they broke it off, Robert continued to hold her in close, and his smile clearly showed through in his eyes. "So, Sophie... I'm actually curious, now that you've, you know, got me, are you gonna stop writing those stories?" he asked, as he ran his hand through her fur, following the smooth curve of her back. Sophia tilted her head and gave him an odd look. "Of course not, it's not like the stories were part of a plan to 'catch you' or anything." "No, no, I just meant that you don't need to, like, write out these elaborate fantasies anymore since you've actually got, uh, whatever this is going on." "Oh." She leaned back, thinking about how best to word this. She was good at that. "Well... I don't just write them for me anymore. You saw those other readers on there, didn't you? They all enjoy my work, and I like giving them something for all the support I've gotten." Robert's grin widened just a little, and he squeezed her in close for a moment, causing her to squeak adorably. "Well, when you put it that way... heh, I'll bet you just got a ton of new material to work with in the last hour, eh?" Sophia, though, shook her head, still smiling. "I've got a few ideas on how to make the details even better, but..." She leaned in and placed a hand on her brother's cheek, obviously planning to kiss him at the end of her thought. "...as tempting as it sounds, there's this one guy who absolutely loves my work, goes by Tail_Smack108, and I think I'm gonna save the best parts for my number one fan."