Forbidden: P.2/?
"AW SHIET" Lyla exclaimed, flipping the chess board over and scattering the miss-match of makeshift pieces all over the room. Reed pouted "I still win the bet, sis." Lyla scowled, and gritted her teeth, but didn't give any resistance. Life hadn't changed too much since Lyla and Reed had crossed the brother-sister line, save for the both of them able finally to share their sexual frustrations with someone. Lyla continued to glare at her younger brother contemptiously, as she stripped off her overalls. She smelled of a hard days sweat and a hint of her feminine scent. Reed tied her wrists to the bar in the closet, finally entwining her tail in the knot. The bet was simple, though one sided. Over a game of chess, the bet entailed that if Lyla won, Reed was her personal slave the whole week, having to obey every command. If Reed won, he got to tie her up and use her for two hours freely, however he wanted. Their parents were to be out for a good long time. Lyla would've been lying if she didn't say she took a little pleasure in the idea. Being used and put in such a feminine position sent tingles down her spine, and got her cunt dripping. Reed was a bit nervous, in the three months since their first encounter, he'd never been in control. He placed his hands on her hips, gripping slightly as he pressed his cock into Lyla's wet, tight entrance. He already felt himself panting, as she wiggled her hips. She groaned in an irritated voice, that had the subtle, sultry hint of lust "C'moooon, jus' get this over with already". He forced himself to drive forward, his thrust burying his modest 6" deep into her. Lyla let out a yelp, and then a quiet, submissive whimper that set Reed on edge. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as the young red panda pulled his hips back, thrusting hard and causing twin moans to echo out from the siblings. Reed fell into a persistent, quick tempo, each thrust forceful enough to press his elder sisters hips forward. Lyla was quite shocked to find her orgasm quickly building, panting and whimpering, her hips thrusting back to meet her younger brother's each time he thrusted. The pair were far too caught up in their sinful act to hear the car door opening, the front door opening and shutting, or even the creaks of the settling house as their mother trundled through the corridors. Barely in time, Reed pulled out and slammed the closet door shut. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, diving for his bed right as their door opened. Lyla relished in the fear of beign caught, biting her lower lip to keep quiet as aroused warmth suffused her body. She was careful not to make a noise all the same. "Is everything alright in here? I heard some noises? And where in the sam hill's Lyla?" Their mother, Sheila said. "I-- uhh-- I knocked my knee on the table's all. Hurt a fair bit. Lyla went out to the car show in the square, but I ain't know nothin' bout that." Sheila raised a concerned eyebrow, but left without too much further questioning. She went back to her sewing, and Reed opened up the closet. Lyla said nothing, Reed locked the bedroom door, and went back to his business. Lya let out a huff, and a moan "Way too close. Now I ain't waitin' any more, c'mon n' finish me off..." She trailed off, letting out a quiet yelp as Reed, rather without warning, thrust back into his sister's drooling cunt. They fell back into rhythm, as Reed, feeling adventurous, leaned over his sibling, reaching to her front side and lightly pinching her hardened nipples. She let out a bit of a growl, but after a few thrusts the growl turned into a low, ecstatic moan. It took all they had not to cry and out in bliss, as Reed let loose his load deep within his sister, pumping her full of his adolescent seed, and eventually pulling out, panting. Lyla mewled and shook her hips, wanting more, however Reed could muster no more, untying Lyla. She rubbed her wrists, swallowed a pill, and gave Reed a kiss on the cheek "Mighty fine save back there, brother. I thought we were fucked." Reed grinned at Lyla, reciprocating the kiss, and giving her a hug. The passed out, snuggled up. END OF SEXY PART
3 days later, Lyla and Reed found themselves hiking through the woods they'd familiarized themselves with since they were young. Trundling through those woods had a nostalgic feeling that they'd become addicted to. Each tree the left a mark on, each half-built treehouse, each makeshift gravestone. The fresh, warm Georgia air of spring kissed their bodies and cooled the sweat that dripped from their forms. Lyla wore overalls with nothing underneath, and Reed was clad in a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans he had no business wearing in the southern heat. Reed pointed to their only completed tree-house, a rickety platform with a few walls leaned up against branches, and without a word, the same memory came to both their minds Lyla and I sat in the treehouse. I'd had another rough day, and she always took me there to comfort me. We'd play games and talk about silly, stupid things that kids are expected to talk about. I'd gotten some grief from a prejudiced teacher, and Lyla felt bad enough to bring me here. We played Checkers and Candyland until late at night, then we snuggled up and she read me my favorite story. It was an old Japanese folk tail about a boy born from a peach. It was among my happiest nights They continued on, chatting about idle, negligent things, idiosyncrasies in their complex lives, until they came upon a much sadder relic. A cross made of two sticks and a bunch of rubber bands. They both bowed their heads briefly Unlike most kids, we didn't have a dog or a cat growing up. We had a little canary named Soot, for no reason other than that it was easy to pronounce when I was 5. He was a chick when we got him, and lasted until I was ten. He would always sing for us on tragic, or merely lazy days, and was able to roam freely around the house. Curiously enough, he never left. He lived half in our house, and half in the tree house. He was never really our pet, now that I reflect, just a vagabond who we got to know and love. When he succumbed to old age, just the two of us layed him to rest proper, said some nice words, and bawled our eyes out. We finally arrived at the creek, the precupice of what was safe to explore and what wasn't. Lyla stretched out on the shore and I dipped my feet in the water, letting the cool creek wash away the heat. They laid there for a long while, and napped on and off. It would be a while before they went home again.