New Kid In Town - Part 3
Finally, Part 3 is here! This was a lot harder to write than I'd anticipated; Once Archie gets off being grounded by his parents, he, Zahame and Jack arrange one of their "study" evenings at Zahame's house, here Jack has promised to demonstrate his new-found libido... I hadn't planned on Nahia being present for this, however, and she proved very challenging to build into the sketchy storyline I'd already laid out!
I've also explored the setting in a little more detail; I wrote out a long and detailed history of the town where all these stories are taking place, and short of uploading that on its own I'd rather incorporate it slowly into the storyline itself. In short, though, the town finally has a name, and a history, and has very much come to life in my head. I only hope I can portray it as well in words.
Anyway; I feel I should start advertising some content warnings - this story contains a lot of consensual activity between minors, including mild incest. It's also quite long. Uh...that's probably about it. There's nothing nasty in here. Enjoy! :3
New Kid in Town Part 3
Nahia paused briefly on a street corner she remembered well from her childhood, looking around at the odd little town centre with its eclectic mix of very old and very new buildings. It had only been eighteen months since she'd left Stillwater Cove for college, but although virtually nothing had changed about the town, it felt...different, somehow. Unfamiliar, but familiar, all at once. The whole place was like a memory. Stitched into her mind. She was standing on the edge of the market square, an ancient marketplace paved with smooth-worn bricks and bisected by a much more recent stand of deciduous trees, planted in ornate little gaps in the pavement to cast some shade over the square. On three sides stood a palisade of medieval architecture; tall, oddly-shaped three-storey facades which at various points through Stillwater Cove's thousand-year history housed royalty, nobility, rich merchants, artisans and craftspeople, and more recently, artsy cafes, boutiques and galleries. Most sported first-floor balconies, some enclosed, others as intended. At the southern end of the square stood the old Town Hall, a grand and imposing early-medieval building which had been superbly preserved and restored. Through the middle of it, a tall, stone archway known as the Hall Gate overlooked the town below. Originally it had been the only way into what had at the time been a military outpost. Nahia stood at the northern end of the market square, beside the much newer road leading to the old artisan district. The whole oddly-shaped, uneven square was bustling, even though there was no market on today. It was a hub of activity; the largest common area within the town's boundaries. Nahia walked a slow, lazy lap of the square, pausing to peer out through the Hall Gate. The view through the archway always took her breath away, and after eighteen months the effect seemed all the more pronounced. The stripey little kuvrahk sat herself down on a public bench positioned just-so, and gazed out over the sprawling town below. The market square was the highest point in the town; built atop the ridge which ran in a semi-circular shape from the bluff on the northern end of the bay, to right here, where it suddenly dropped away to the plain below. The road up to the Hall Gate, as it was known, was notoriously steep, cobbled, and dangerously slick when wet. The council had resisted paving the road with bitumen for many years. The effect of preserving the historic road was profound. On any given day, hundreds of tourists gathered to make the trek up the short but brutally steep road, most on foot, some on bicycles, some even with oxen-powered carts. Nahia laughed and clapped dramatically as a group of young males appeared in the Hall Gate, visibly exhausted. They'd evidently raced each other to the summit. The first to arrive, a diminutive, lightly-built raven, twirled a feathered arm and delivered Nahia a courtly bow, which made her giggle with delight. Moments later he was roughly jostled aside by a much larger tiger, who was panting heavily, and leaned forward to brace against his own knees to catch his breath. "You...bastard!" the tiger wheezed, "Cheated!" The raven laughed, seeming to have barely exerted himself up the vicious incline. "Hardly, Frank old boy. I just don't have so much...protein, to drag around with me e'er I go," he pinched the tiger's bicep with something akin to disgust. Nahia watched, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on her muzzle as the two argued. She breathed in deeply, the warm sunshine and the myriad of sounds filling the market square making her feel sleepy and peaceful. The feeling was fleeting, for after only a moment a rather portly weasel barged his way through Hall Gate, staggering and wheezing asthmatically, the front of his shirt drenched with sweat. "Fuck...Rich? Are you alright dude?" the tiger extricated himself from the raven and took two steps forward towards the staggering weasel, who promptly collapsed on his side on the ground. "Oh no... Get out of the way, you oaf!" the raven snapped, shoving the tiger bodily aside and kneeling by his friend, quickly checking his vitals and clicking his beak in anxiety. "He's not breathing!" Someone shouted behind the trio. "Frank. FRANK! Get help. He's going to go into lactic shock if we can't wake him soon," the raven ordered. The tiger looked worriedly at the fallen weasel and sprinted off. Nahia stood and looked around. There was a crowd gathering, but no one was stepping up to help, and the raven looked quite out of his depth, in spite of his obvious medical knowledge. Nahia stepped in and knelt beside him. "Is he asthmatic?" she asked. "What? Who... Uh...no, he's just...unhealthy," the raven blinked at her. "Ok. Well he is breathing, but after that climb? Not enough oxygen," Nahia ventured. "My worries exactly. Are you trained? Medically?" "Only first aid. But I know enough to help, I hope," she looked up at the raven. The corners of his beak quirked upwards and he tilted his head in a painfully avian manner, which in spite of the circumstances made Nahia giggle again. "Okay! Get him on his back, I'm going to give him mouth-to-mouth. Might force him awake," Nahia started rolling the obese weasel over. The raven looked her over and held Rich the weasel's wrist, monitoring his fluttering pulse as Nahia's lips contacted his, watching the weasel's chest rise and fall with increasing speed as Nahia pumped oxygen into his lungs. A few tense minutes passed, with a few of the more conscientious onlookers doing their best to keep the small crowd back. At first, there was no response from Rich, and Nahia started to worry she'd got herself into a situation which was more than she could handle with her basic training. But then, suddenly, he lurched upward, gasping in deep, painful lungfuls of air and bowling Nahia over onto her backside on the cobblestones. His eyes flared open and he gasped, then promptly rolled onto his knees and vomited violently. Nahia wiped her mouth with her forearm and her eyes met the raven's. "Thank you," he said quietly, standing and holding his hand down, pulling her gently to her feet. "I really do appreciate the help - and I'm sure Rich will, as soon as he's recovered." "It's...it's no problem. What's your name, by the way?" "Uhm... Algernon," the raven muttered self-consciously. Nahia's face cracked into a wide grin. "I KNOW it's a stupid name..." he began. "No, not at all!" Nahia chuckled, "I love it! It suits you so well...uh...that is, on first impressions. I'm Nahia." "Nahia? Really?" He cocked his head again. She nodded, and brushed her hair out of her face. "You're a kuvrahk, aren't you?" Algernon took his time studying her, his inky black eyes making Nahia feel slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah. I think my family are the only kuvrahks on this whole coast - I go to college in the city and I think I'm the only one there, even." "I'd say you're right...what's your course? My friends and I are starting there this year as well!" "At this stage? Civil engineering. I still don't know what I'll specialise in later." "Really now? I'm enrolled to their alternative medicine course, which I'm pretty sure is on the same campus, isn't it?" Algernon smiled, the corners of his beak twitching again. "I think you're right! You'd be a hopeless shaman though, I can tell precisely what you're thinking! Yes, I'd love to get a coffee with you," she smirked and rolled her eyes melodramatically at him, leaving him spluttering as she pointed over at her favourite little coffee shop and flicked her tail behind her, not even checking to see if he would follow.
Tuesday rolled around slowly. School was the usual drag for Zahame, Jack and Archie. But today there was at least some sense of anticipation amongst the three boys.
"So uh...Jack? Archie? You guys still gonna...come round to mine tonight?" Zahame mumbled at lunchtime as his friends joined him. "Duuh! Hell yes! Can't wait dude, it's been SUCH a boring week!" Archie squeaked. The twelve-year-old skunk had been grounded for a whole week, which for him was like being grounded for a billion years, or so he said. Jack, the palomino colt, just grinned and blushed. They'd planned this the previous week. He knew precisely what was going to happen, and it made him squirm slightly, burying his muzzle in his lunch and trying his hardest not to get aroused in the schoolyard. Typically, for Jack, it failed. Zahame blushed a little. The kuvrahk had been quite introverted this past week. More irritable than usual and very distracted. Archie elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Sup dude?" "Oh! Ah, nothin, Archie." "Nah, dude you've been weird all week! What's up?" Zahame huffed and glared at his friend, squirming. Should he tell Archie about his sister? He was still decidedly weirded out by what had happened between them a few days ago. Nahia had made herself relatively scarce the day after, and any contact between the siblings was strained and monosyllabic at best. Thankfully, Kattalin and Alesandro appeared not to have noticed. Or if they had, they didn't say anything. "Well uh... Nahia's still at my place. She's bein' a weirdo, that's all," Zahame muttered into his sandwich, blushing intently. "Is it...is it still okay if we c-come over?" Jack stammered, his ears perking a little. Archie grinned toothily "Oh boy, Jack's gonna hit on Nahia..." Zahame coughed and lashed his tail slightly. "Well uh...I suppose so. My room has a lock on the door...Anyway, she might be out tonight, I think she met someone in town the other day." Jack looked decidedly disappointed, but did his best to hide it. At that moment the end-of-lunch bell bonged out across the schoolyard - it was the original giant bronze bell used when the school first opened - and the three boys reluctantly started back to their afternoon classes. History. Zahame barely paid an iota of attention. He fretted and worried his way through the afternoon, begging his sister to be out and not to embarrass him in front of his friends. It was not to be. Jack, Zahame and Archie cycled west around the ridge towards Zahame's house, some of the kuvrahk's good humour returning as the three of them jostled and raced for positions along their usual route home, at least when they all descended on Zahame's or Archie's house for the evening. It had been close to a week since they'd spent any time together outside of school. As they arrived, Zahame leapt from his bicycle and rushed to open the door, and fell flat on his face at Nahia's feet as his older sister opened the door for him. She giggled and looked down. "Y'alright, bro?" "Argh...dammit sis, what was that for?!" "What, I just opened the door for you and your...friends? Hello!" Nahia smiled and waved at Archie and Jack, who were both still astride their bicycles, staring and gawping. Zahame turned and saw this, and slapped a hand over his muzzle. Aw fuck... "Uh...Nahia...this is Archie and Jack. Archie's the stinker, Jack's the horse," he muttered, gesticulating at his friends. She hauled Zahame to his feet and whispered in his ear, "Are they always...like that?" "Like what?" "They're attracting flies, their mouths are wide open...Are they okay?!" "Nahia...they've never seen you before." "Oh!" Zahame huffed. "You can stop with the dumb-acting sis, it's not attractive..." "Watch it, you!" Nahia punched him firmly on the shoulder, scowling at her brother. "Jack. Archie. Close your mouths and come inside already, wouldja?" Archie snapped out of his reverie after a few seconds and shook his head, looking over at Jack and waving his paw in front of the colt's face a few times. As the two younger boys made their way over, Zahame collared them both, walking between them and scowling. "I KNOW she's hot. YES she has big tits. Try not to...lead her on." "L-lead her where?" Jack murmured. Archie burst out laughing. "Jack! Ya know...don't make her think you KNOW she's hot. She's predatory," Zahame propelled his friends slowly inside. Nahia watched the three teenagers walk by and quirked an eyebrow. "Hey, aren't you even going to properly introduce me?" she demanded of her brother. Zahame rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "FINE. Jack, Archie...this is Nahia. My older sister." Archie enthusiastically shook Nahia's outstretched hand, grinning and being quite the gentleman. Nahia held her hand out to Jack, and grinned at his overt, painfully apparent embarrassment at the gesture. He took her hand and shook it with more nervousness than Nahia had ever detected in anyone before; his grip was clammy and weak, and as their skin touched he shuddered discernably and held his satchel in front of him. Nahia glanced back at her brother questioningly as she released the shivering equine's hand. Archie was gazing open-mouthed at her tail. Nahia looked the two of them over awkwardly as Zahame ushered them upstairs to his room, promising to follow shortly after with food and drink. "Uh...Zah? Are they...okay?" she asked. "Nahia, they're fine...they're just...well...they've never had much contact with girls before. And Jack's sort of...sensitive to touch." "Sensitive how?" "Oh man...please don't make this awkward, sis...um...he gets a boner whenever anyone touches him." Nahia's snort of laughter made Zahame flinch, and he squirmed a little as she giggled. "Every time? REALLY? Does he...ya know...?" "Does he jerk it?" "Yeah." Zahame broke into a bit of a grin at this. "Well uh...it happened for him for the first time last week, apparently." Nahia blushed a little and smirked. "Oh? Well uh...if you need any help with your homework, don't hesitate to call. I'll just be down here anyways, being bored and alone and now I've got THAT mental image, it's all I'm gonna be thinking of..." "Fucking hell, Nahia! Really? You are SO transparent." Nahia snorted and grabbed Zahame in a playful headlock, smooching his forehead. "I'm glad you're speaking to me again, at least. You gotta admit though, that's kinda funny...With Jack, that is." "Ugh, yeah I know. It makes playing sports at school REALLY awkward." "HEY ZAHAME, hurry up already, we're starving!" Archie bellowed down the stairs. Zahame and Nahia rolled eyes at each other and both broke out laughing. "Ya know...I am struggling a bit with the algebra Jack needs help with right now, for some reason they've started him on basic integrals like...way ahead of the class," Zahame mused. "Oh? Maybe you've been giving him too much help? I'd be happy to have a look over it if you want. Hand on heart, I won't do anything weird, k?" He looked her over dubiously. "Sis, you don't HAVE to do anything weird. As long as you keep your hands off me this time, I'm sure Jack will appreciate the help...and Archie will appreciate the view, no doubt," "Don't kid yourself, bro, you love it too," she smirked, walking up the stairs right away, he long, sensuous tail swaying side to side as she climbed, her black jeans hugging her ass JUST so. Zahame grunted and adjusted himself as he followed her upstairs, then realised he forgot the food and returned to the kitchen.
"Zahame my darling! Hey, I didn't forget your friends were coming over tonight, so I made a paella pot. Plenty to go around! I guess Nahia's up there with you tonight too?" Kattalin smiled broadly at her son as he entered the kitchen. The older kuvrahk was wearing her cooking apron, her loosely-tied hair flying all over the place in the heat from the stovetop, on which she was stirring a gigantic stockpot of food. Alesandro clapped his son on the back as he swept past into the kitchen, making Zahame jump. His father had always been good at sneaking up like that. "Ohh Katt, I hope you're making enough of that for me as well," Alesandro rumbled, gripping his wife by the shoulders and nuzzling her cheek affectionately from behind, breathing in the scents of her cooking deeply. Zahame rolled his eyes. "'Sandro please, I'm cooking here alright! Get some plates for the kids wouldja, make yourself useful for once! Four of 'em tonight!" Alesandro chuckled and muttered something in Spanish in his wife's ear which made her blush and swat at him with the spatula. Zahame cleared his throat and began slicing bread, trying his best to ignore his parents.
Nahia knocked lightly on Zahame's bedroom door and swung it open a little way, peering around the edge. "Guuuuuys? Can I come in?" The hushed conversation immediately fell silent, and after a second Archie appeared, opening the door a little more. "Nahia?" "That's me, kiddo. Zah said you might need some extra help with your algebra, Jack?" The palomino looked up and blinked at her in confusion. "Uhm, it's going okay actually...my teacher's p-putting me onto more advanced st-stuff because I was moving...moving ahead of the c-class a bit." "Oh? Zahame's been overreaching himself has he?" Nahia smirked, leaning on the doorframe and crossing her arms. "I guess so," Archie chimed in. "So now the stuff Jack's teacher's giving him is more complicated than Zahame can handle!" "Well," mused Nahia, "Jack I don't want you to find yourself in a position where you're just regurgitating answers; you gotta understand it and be able to do it yourself." "Oh I understand it...p-pretty much fine. Uh...I already started some p-problems tonight," the colt held up a few ragged sheets of paper. "Can I see?" Nahia finally stepped into her brother's bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for Jack's homework and giving a sly little smirk as her hand brushed against his. "Fff.." "Y'alright, Jackie?" she drawled. "FfffFFINE. Yes. Um..." Jack crossed one leg over the other in what he hoped looked like a casual gesture. Nahia grinned toothily at him and began scanning over his notes and problems. Archie snickered silently as he witnessed only the very faintest touch between Nahia and Jack. The little colt was definitely...easy to excite. Archie sat crosslegged on Zahame's bed, the way he always did, and worked through his environmental studies project. The previous week, Archie's entire sixth-grade class group had been set their major project for the rest of the school year; it was only six weeks away, but this was going to be a big part of the young skunk's grade. Archie found it mostly interesting...so far. It was a new initiative by the school to try and teach kids from a relatively young age about the delicacy of the natural world and the threats it faced. Archie was reading up on alternative energy and messily scrawling a landscape of wind turbines in his notebook, his enormous, fluffy tail swaying side to side across the bed behind him. "...Archie? Aaaaarchie..." Nahia prodded him in the knee, snapping the skunk out of his reverie. "Wha?" "Whatcha doin?" "Um...wind turbines! We gotta pick a clean energy thingie and come up with new ways to use it that don't impact on th'environment!" Archie explained with a goofy grin. "Wow, that's a lot more interesting than the major project I got given in sixth grade. You still got McGain as your teacher?" "Anus McGainus? Hah! Yep." Jack snorted with laughter from behind Nahia, swiveling around on the computer chair to snicker at Archie. "You really call him that?" the colt grinned. "Not to his face! And maybe it's just me. I dunno. Makes class more interesting," Archie shrugged. At that moment Zahame edged his way into the bedroom, backwards, shoving the door open with his tail and grunting with effort as he balanced a huge tray loaded with food. "Don't go downstairs for a while... mum n' dad are gettin' kinda friendly," he shuddered. Nahia snorted. "Yeah whatever. Hurry up and put that tray down before you drop my dinner!" Zahame poked his tongue out at his sister and set the tray down precariously on the edge of his table, then handed out bowls and bread and portioned out the paella. Several quiet, appreciative minutes followed. Kattalin was an amazing cook. Archie was the first to finish, predictably enough. He sat back against the headboard of the bed and burped loudly, rubbing his stomach. "Archie! Really, there are ladies present!" Nahia chuckled, before responding with a thunderous burp of her own. "Oh dear...oops!" That was enough for Archie. The skunk doubled over laughing, rolling onto the floor with a thud and cackling to himself. Zahame grinned and threw a pillow at the skunk, who threw it right back. "Hey hey hey! That'll do, I'm still eating here! Archie you're gonna cop it if you get pillow in my dinner!" Nahia scolded, playfully (and gently) kicking the side of his head. Zahame sat on the edge of his bed near Jack and shook his head. "How'd the maths go, horsebutt?" Jack gulped down the last of his dinner and nodded. "G-good! Um...Nahia explained it to me some more and uh...I've been doing the integral p-problems on my own. She said it'd be b-best if I didn't rely on you too much." Zahame nodded and thought about it for a moment. "She's right, I don't wanna be doing your maths homework for you until you graduate..." Jack grinned. "I'm not very good at it. But at least I understand it." As Zahame pulled out his own homework and got started, with Nahia to help him, Jack and Archie turned on the Playstation and started tapping away at GTA 5, which Zahame had managed to acquire with his sister's help. Nahia rolled her eyes at their antics, not really contributing anything to her brother's homework beyond proof-reading and double-checking his answers. She very deliberately kept her hands and eyes to herself. There was no way she was going to weird out her little brother again. That had probably been a step too far, she'd later admitted to herself. "Wow, they're really starting to pile the homework on, hey?" she commented as Zahame fished out yet another subject. "Yeah...it's not like they're collecting and checking any of this though. Did they ever do that at all in eighth grade for you?" Nahia thought for a moment. "Nah, not really. It's easy to get lazy with it though, then suddenly they'll ask for something when you're at your weakest and chop y'off at the knees for never doin' it." Zahame chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Model student, then, were you?" "Oh hell no, I never did ANY homework in eighth. Or ninth. Tenth grade was just a joke, I don't know why I bothered showing up. It didn't get serious till the final two years, really. You have nothing to worry about just yet, bro!" "HAH! Loser! Shirt off, Jack!" Archie crowed. Jack went bright red as he felt not two, but three sets of eyes suddenly turn to him...one female. "A-archie? We're n-not...we're not doing th-that tonight! A-are we?" "Doing what?" Nahia smirked. Zahame sighed. "We usually play strip-Battlefield. Just playing the game got boring when it was just me and Archie, so..." "Oh REALLY?" "Yeah..." "Well c'mon Jack, pretend I'm not here!" Nahia grinned broadly. "Sis, I dunno if that's a good idea..." "Pff, course it is. Harmless, is what it is." Jack groaned and relented, the skinny little colt tugging his black t-shirt off over his head and shaking his mane back into shape. "FINE," he muttered. "But I'm gonna win next round, and you're taking your SHORTS off, Archie..." The skunk just grinned at this. "Don't encourage him, Jack!" Zahame groaned. Nahia laughed and leaned back against Zahame's head-board, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle in front of her, on top of her tail. "You gonna join them, bro?" she asked. "Nah, only got the two controllers," he shrugged. The next few minutes passed in a haze of babbled conversation, laughter and cajolery. Archie did indeed lose the next round, and rather proudly and unashamedly stood, dropping his shorts and kicking them aside, putting his Superman underwear on full display. "Dude, do you ever wash those? I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything else!" Zahame wrinkled his nose. "I got three pairs!" the skunk announced proudly. Jack lost the next round, and instead of removing his shorts, Zahame saved him by allowing him to sit a few rounds out instead. The colt shuffled back to sit beside Nahia, glowing with self-consciousness and squirming uncomfortably. "Jackie? Mind if I call you that?" she asked. He shook his head and blushed. "No need to be shy, dude. I'm not the sort to go and tell all my friends about this later or anything!" Nahia chuckled and elbowed him playfully in the ribs. "G-good...I just...Well I'm always...shy, ya know." "It's cute," she smiled, looking over his bare upper body briefly. Jack almost squirmed out of his skin. She didn't even need to touch him, and she was having...quite a noticeable effect on him. He did his best to hide it, hunching over himself and hugging his knees. He hadn't played with himself since the previous morning, and he was starting to regret that. Zahame suddenly swore and collapsed backwards on the bed, then sighed and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. "You're pretty good at this Archie, considering you're the youngest!" Nahia commented. "Oh, I suck at Battlefield. GTA is much better!" "S'true," Jack muttered, breaking into a nervous grin. "F-first time we d-did this...ya know...strip-battlefield...uh...I had Archie down to j-just his undies in t-ten minutes." "Oh? So you're kinda new here, are you Jack?" "Z-zahame didn't tell you?" "Nope!" Nahia kicked her brother in the butt firmly, eliciting a grunt from him. "I uh...j-just moved in here about a month ago. N-no, more than that. S-six weeks." "And you haven't run away from these two in terror yet? I'm surprised!" Jack chuckled. The conversation between him and Nahia became slowly more natural, until Jack finally found himself able to lean back and relax a little without feeling he was going to embarrass himself. Archie's shirt suddenly flew across the room. The skunk and kuvrahk had barely skipped a beat, the former tugging his clothing off without even taking his eyes off the screen. Nahia found herself admiring the incredible contrast of his black fur to the twin white stripes which ran from the back of his head to his tailtip. They were crisply defined even through the density of his fur, broken only by a gaudy patch of blue, yellow and red fabric. "So...what do you do when you all run out of clothes to take off?" Nahia asked Jack. The colt went bright red and looked away. Nahia knew exactly what the answer was going to be, but she pressed him for it, feigning ignorance. "We um...well...do...boy things..." Jack muttered lamely. "You mean you three jerk off together?" Nahia drawled. Jack's ears almost swiveled off his head to hear her say it so nonchalantly. He nodded and blushed, pulling his knees up again. What was going to happen tonight? Would Nahia leave? Jack recalled the whole reason for this evening being planned was so he could show off his new-found libido. The thought of doing it in front of his best friend's sister both terrified and aroused him. He shifted uncomfortably again as he squeezed his erection between his thighs, thankful he was wearing dark-coloured shorts today which didn't show the outline of it too badly. "Well...like I said before," she whispered, leaning quite close to him and smirking, "Just pretend I'm not here," Jack felt himself flare in his shorts at that, and muffled an aroused little whinny, which drew Zahame's attention. "Nahia? What're you doing to the poor creature?" He had a broad grin across his muzzle, which Nahia judged as a sort of permission not to stop. She reached over and ruffled Jack's mane playfully. "Oh nothing," she said airily, "Just discussing how you guys met, and other...boy things," Zahame glanced at Jack, who was visibly shuddering, his left leg twitching slightly. He pulled sharply away from Nahia's touch and grunted. "Uh...I think you may have...excited him a little there, sis!" Archie turned around and chuckled, staring at Jack and breaking into a massive grin. Zahame looked at his sister and quirked an approving eyebrow. She licked her fangs and glanced into Jack's groin, making out the outline of his straining arousal and leaning in close to the colt, rumbling a little in his ear and raking her claws through his mane slowly. Jack had never felt anything like it. Her touch sent electric shivers along his spine. He felt his flare grinding almost painfully between the inner seam of his shorts and his thigh, his hips gyrating slightly against Zahame's bed, driven by instinct. He huffed, nostrils flaring as he caught her scent; there was nothing overtly sexual about it, but it still drove him wild. He almost felt possessed as he leaned into her touch slightly, arching his neck and flattening his legs out a little, his tail flagging against the bed behind him. "You likin' this, Jackie?" Nahia murmured, her touch still entirely platonic. He was unable even to nod, as her delicate, strong hands rubbed down the sides of his neck and across his bare shoulders, kneading his muscles slightly. She leaned in and softly kissed his cheek. That did it. Jack whinnied loudly, his legs thrashing as his body betrayed him, the now rather familiar feeling sparking to life in the colt's loins, a fiery rush of heat and the rhythmic, almost convulsive tensing of his inner muscles. He felt fluid rushing through his tubes, his penis quivering in its fabric prison. He was powerless to stop it. A thick, powerful jet of opaque, white fluid sprayed out of the left leg of Jack's shorts, splattering onto Zahame's bed and the colt's leg, the entire left leg of his shorts darkening with wetness as he ejaculated from the simple act of receiving a shoulder rub. There were a few moments of silence as Nahia, Zahame and Archie took this in. Archie adjusted himself. Zahame likewise, both boys pitching prominent tents. Nahia huffed, a little flustered as her cheeks darkened with a blush. "Dude..." Zahame muttered. "Jack...did you just...jizz your pants?" Archie stared. "Oh fffuck... Shit...Zah I'm so sorry, it's everywhere...fuck..." Jack whimpered pathetically, scrubbing at the wet spots on Zahame's bedclothes. "Dude...it's fine...it's just...wow..." "Th-that wasn't meant to h-happen!" Jack protested. "That's the first time I've ever seen something like that, Jackie," Nahia said, blushing darkly. "It's kind of a compliment actually, my shoulder rubs must be REALLY good!" "I had n-no idea that would h-happen! I knew being touched m-made it...made it hard...but..." Jack snorted, squirming as his soaked shorts cooled and stuck to him awkwardly. Nahia looked over at her brother and Archie, glancing down and smirking slightly as she saw both of them with painfully obvious erections. Her heart skipped and sped up slightly, her breath deepening as he own body awoke to the sights and scents around her, and a certain anticipation as well. "So...uh...are you gonna play any more GTA, or are we just gonna skip the last couple of rounds, hmm?" Nahia ventured. Zahame glared briefly at her, but tempered his gaze as he realised the predicament they were already in. There was no point getting awkward about it now, anyway - not after Jack's first performance. Indeed...his mind began to wander elsewhere, so it was with a degree of smugness that Zahame stood up, just in his underwear, stretching tall and arching his spine, wiggling his hips side to side and making his tent bounce around eagerly. Archie watched and giggled, the kuvrahk's groin right at the skunk's eye level. He looked over at Nahia, seeming to briefly register that the two kuvrahks were siblings, but not letting that minor detail get in the way of what was sure to be a fun evening. "Just sayin, guys...I reckon we should put a movie on or something...Just to avoid...well, suspicion. Our parents are at home, remember," Nahia mused. Glad to have something to briefly distract him, Jack waddled over to the Playstation and poked around until he found a movie. Die Hard 3. Good enough. The colt slotted the disc in and clicked a few buttons, getting the movie set up. Then he turned around, and his jaw hit the ground. Zahame and Archie were both completely naked, kneeling on Zahame's bed facing each other. Nahia was sitting cross-legged against the headboard, seemingly comparing the two boys' equipment, with an enormous grin on her muzzle. "C'mon Jackie! I've seen what yours can do already, but I haven't SEEN it!" Nahia prompted. Jack groaned, feeling himself stiffen again in his wet shorts. They were amazingly uncomfortable now, he had to admit. With less trepidation than usual - he would've done just about anything to please Nahia at this stage - the palomino unbuttoned himself and slid his wet shorts to the ground with a muffled wet 'plop,' closely followed by his clinging, drenched underwear. The colt's 7-inch equine shaft swung free, twitching a little as it swelled to full erection again. Archie stared, and idly tugged his four-inch circumcised penis a few times, making his tail flag a little. Jack found himself reveling in the stares of his friends, even as his shyness caused his cheeks to burn and his ears to flatten against his skull. He knelt on Zahame's bed and shuffled forward slowly until he was closer. The colt's penis gave an involuntary flex as he heard a tiny little groan from Nahia, and saw her biting her lower lip, her eyes transfixed on the three rigid members bouncing and twitching before her. "Well well...I feel like the centre of attention here, boys," she snickered, squirming slightly and reaching up to bat Archie's hand away from her chest. The skunk looked disappointed, briefly. Zahame smirked over at Jack, the kuvrahk idly rubbing and toying with his five-inch, thickly hooded erection. "So horsebutt... Reckon you can beat your own score for one night's cumming?" Jack broke into a grin, his arousal taking over his demeanour. "I can only try... Only nine more to go and I'll have a new record..." Nahia spluttered suddenly. "NINE?! Jack, you seriously jerk off ten times in a night?!" Zahame and Archie laughed. "Th-that was their reaction too! And um...y-yeah...ten is the most I've done. Th-that was on a weekend though, over the whole day," Jack looked down at his persistent, twitching erection. Zahame huffed a little, flopping down on his bed and leaning against his headboard, wriggling himself into a comfortable position and grinning sideways at his sister. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him, and he nodded. This didn't feel anywhere near as weird as last time. Maybe just because he'd been expecting this, to some extent. "C'mon Archie, Jackie...one either side!" Nahia grinned toothily, dragging Jack to her right side and Archie to her left, between her and Zahame. She pulled the colt and the skunk close against her sides and snickered. Archie rather shamelessly jutted his hips upwards, looking back and forth between Jack, Nahia and Zahame, and wrapping his right hand around his throbbing, rigid penis, running his fingers over his glans gently and shivering. He twitched and throbbed as he gripped himself, two fingers below the head and his thumb above, stroking back and forth along his modest shaft with slightly awkward, frenetic little movements. Zahame huffed and watched Archie get started, biting his lip and shuffling a bit closer, sandwiching the skunk between himself and his sister, knowing the little perv would love it. He gripped his uncircumcised shaft and slowly tugged his foreskin back, giving a little groan as precum spilled over his fingers, earning a glance and a blush from Nahia. "You're looking mightily overdressed there, sis..." Zahame grinned. "Oh am I? You're gonna have to earn it, you...Every time one of you ejaculates, I take off one article of clothing. Deal?" Much nodding and eager grunting ensued. Nahia bit her lip. This was going to be an entertaining evening. She looked to her right, slipping a hand behind Jack and tugging his hip closer against her own, moreso to keep from touching herself than anything else, watching intently as the colt ground his hips upwards through his hand, twisting and squeezing his hand around his medial ring, shuddering as it caused the already large head of his penis to flare, swelling and filling out hugely. It made Nahia's mouth water. Hard to believe this colt had only figured out how to masturbate to climax a week ago. He seemed so...natural at it. Then again, Nahia mused, he's probably done it fifty times already. Fifty-two, to be precise. Jack brought his left hand to bear on the edges of his flare, squeezing and constricting it a little as he pumped his right hand with quick, measured strokes back and forth past his medial ring. He panted and huffed, nostrils flaring and teeth gritting as within half a minute, he lost control. His penis throbbed as warm, sticky cum sprayed rhythmically, and messily, all over his hands, tummy and thighs. Zahame and Archie both stared. "Jeez that was quick!" Zahame muttered, stroking his wet foreskin firmly back and forth over his tip at the sight. "I know right?" Nahia grinned. "Fair's fair!" She reached behind her, unbuttoning the tail-clasp of her jeans and slouching down to unfasten the front, wriggling and wiggling them down her curvaceous, smooth thighs, and unceremoniously kicking them off the edge of Zahame's bed. All three boys stared in abject lust. She was wearing underwear, of course, but they didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination; they were skin-tight, lacy white boyshorts. She giggled and lifted one knee up in response to the boys' reaction, hugging her thigh in a show of false modesty. Jack had never even softened. He was still flared, even, as he kept right on masturbating, using his second ejaculation as lubricant, snorting and huffing eagerly and staring at the sights across the bed to his left. Zahame grunted, gripping his penis tightly in his closed hand, stroking with firm, deep motions, his left hand dipping down between his thighs, stroking the swollen lips of his genital slit and tailbase, parting his striped, ochre thighs and catching his breath in short, staccato gasps, unable to resist turning his head and gazing across at Jack, Archie and his sister, using their nudity and arousal to push him over the edge of his first orgasm for the day. The kuvrahk groaned quietly and pushed his penis down slightly as he felt himself passing the point of no return, holding his foreskin back and giving short, quick strokes, launching his hot, sticky load in quick, powerful jets to splatter along the underside of his stretched-out tail. He shuddered and bucked his hips powerfully as he finished, flopping back and panting a little, licking a bit of cum from his hand. Nahia clapped quietly. "Nice one, bro! Good mess control, too...I'm never touching your tail ever again now I know you do that!" "You love it, sis..." She just grinned at him, and arched forward a little, hooking her fingers under her shirt and tugging it off over her head. Her bra matched her panties perfectly, lacey and skimpy, only just containing her modest but exceedingly well-shaped breasts. Her firm nipples cast little bulges through the thin fabric. She stroked her hands along her smooth, slight belly and along her thighs a little, even parting them just ever so slightly to be able to relax more comfortably with her tail between her legs. Of course this gave Jack and Archie a view of her crotch, which they both latched onto immediately. Jack suddenly let out a pitiful little squeal, his gaze riveted on Nahia's groin as he pummeled his penis into a third ejaculation in less than fifteen minutes, spilling his seed mostly over his hands this time, a little spurt flying onto Nahia's thigh. She gaped at him and grinned, wiping the little droplet up and smearing it on his nose, making him snort. "Filthy little horse! I'm flattered, though..." she giggled. Archie groaned as he watched Jack ejaculate again, the little skunk not sure which he found hotter; Zahame's sister getting naked right next to him, or Jack's prolific libido. Either way, he was getting close, gripping his penis lightly in a cupped palm and sliding it smoothly back and forth over his glans, panting and bucking his hips a little. Just as Nahia leaned forward to unclasp her bra, Archie felt the spark ignite in his prostate. He shuddered, kicking his feet against the bed a little and gripping his penis harder, moving the little bit of skin he had rapidly back and forth over the back half of his glans. He ejaculated just as Nahia dropped her bra, exposing her perky, milky pale breasts, each crowned with a dark pink nipple. The skunk grunted and squirmed, a little fountain of mostly clear fluid spritzing out of his groin, seemingly from inside his closed paw, splattering onto his tummy. "Oh my, Archie! Anyone would think you were trying to get me naked..." Nahia taunted.
Archie was in no condition to reply, still shuddering and grunting as his orgasm rode out. As it passed, he looked up at her and grinned toothily. Nahia became suddenly aware that all three of them had stopped stroking, and were all staring at her. She was down to just her panties. It occurred to her that she hadn't planned this far enough ahead to know what she was going to do next, once she was completely unclothed. Nevertheless, she scooted to the end of the bed and stood up, stretching her legs and tail and blushing slightly as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear, bending at the waist with her back to the bed to slide the garment slowly down her thighs. Three groans of delight came from behind her as she exposed her smooth nethers to the boys, and she laughed. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it?" She taunted, swaying her hips slowly side to side. Jack was transfixed. He'd never seen a naked girl before. Let alone one who so obviously wanted him to enjoy his arousal at the sight. And enjoy it he did. Both his hands worked eagerly over his persistent, twitching erection, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps, the colt feeling his fourth climax already crashing through his shuddering limbs. Archie's head snapped around to watch him as he launched another volley of slick equine seed onto his tummy. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the show stopped. Nahia stood up and chuckled. "It is SO nice to feel appreciated, boys," she said, brushing her hair back out of her face. "But I don't want this to get weird. Well...no weirder than it already is." And suddenly, she was gone. Archie just stared at the door as she swept out, completely naked into the hallway, and gaped. "Holy shit dude, your sister is HOT!" "Imph. I know. I'm...uh...kinda glad she left though. That was getting weird," Zahame muttered, the younger kuvrahk undeniably still painfully aroused. Jack was utterly lost for words, slouching against Zahame's headboard, covered in his own seed. "I'm pretty sure she likes you, Jack," Zahame grinned. "I uh...h-holy shit..." Jack muttered.
Nahia collapsed onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow, biting it hard. Fuck, that had been an awkward exit. She cursed herself for allowing it to get that far in the first place, although the slickness between her thighs belied her reluctance to get so involved with the younger boys. She flipped onto her back and huffed. She had only ever been with one boy, it had been when she was seventeen and had only lasted for a few months before the exams at the end of senior year took their toll on her social life. Then she'd moved away to go to college in the city and never heard from him again. She considered her lack of attraction to any species other than her own a handicap; kuvrahks were exceedingly rare in this part of the world. Maybe that was why her brother intrigued her so. But Jack was something else entirely. The awkward little colt made her squirm. Maybe it was his total inexperience, or his crippling shyness. After two years with no sex to speak of, it definitely had something to do with his raging libido though. A smooth, pale hand slipped between her thighs as she replayed in her mind the scene of Jack creaming his shorts from nothing more than a shoulder rub. He was just so...quick. She groaned, cupping her smooth mound and pressing a fingertip against her hooded clitoris, closing her eyes and visualising the colt's rigid, flared shaft. It was exotic; not a shape she'd seen before, and it was intriguing to her. As she masturbated, her arousal building, she allowed herself to wonder what he would feel like inside her, swelling within her and stretching her deepest folds as he spewed load after immature load into her... Nahia groaned and bit her lip to quiet herself as she climaxed, her hips bucking and grinding up into her hand. She lay there panting for a good few minutes before slipping across into the bathroom to clean herself up. She reeked of boys.
Jack was completely drained. He flopped back limply on Zahame's bed, shivering and panting heavily. Beside him, Zahame had just forced his body through its fourth climax for the evening. A tiny dribble of clear fluid ran over his fingers as he bucked and ground through his grip, before he too collapsed. "H-how many was that, Jack?" the kuvrahk asked. "T-twelve..." Zahame cackled in delight, and Archie clapped. "Un-fucking-believable, dude! I only got two! AND the second one was dry..." the skunk pouted. "Uuuugh...what's the time?" Zahame glanced over at his bedside clock. "Aw shit... uh... ten thirty!" "Shit! Guys I gotta go home!" Jack staggered to his feet and started searching for his clothes. "Jeez... sorry guys, I had no idea this would happen!" the kuvrahk stood and helped Jack find his clothes, quickly getting the colt dressed and making sure he had his homework and satchel as well. "Archie?" Jack prodded the skunk softly. Archie's eyes flared open, the little skunk having fallen asleep on Zahame's bed. He mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over. "I'm...I'm pretty sure he should stay here tonight. I don't want him out riding this late on his own," Zahame said, "Speaking of which, I'm coming with you. I feel really bad for keeping you out so late!" "Aw, dude you don't have to...uh...I mean...it was heaps of fun and stuff," Jack blushed, squirming a little and adjusting his mostly-dried shorts. Zahame snorted a little and chuckled. "Dude, really? Twelve times and you're still...?" Jack nodded, and cracked a broad grin of his own as he swung his satchel over his shoulder. Zahame shook his head, and patted Archie on the belly as he snored quietly. "Won't be long, dude. Just gonna go with Jack," he said. Mumble-nod.
Zahame shrugged a bit and chuckled, then led Jack out of his bedroom, flicking off the light and quietly leaving through the front door. Jack didn't have any lights on his bike yet, so Zahame had a reasonable excuse for insisting on escorting him home. It was a warm night, and Jack was thankful for it, since by the time they arrived at his modest home, his shorts were almost completely dry. As the two boys stopped their bikes out the front of Jack's house, the front door opened and Annabelle stormed out. "JACK! Jackie, where the hell have you been?! I've been so worried about you! Oh...Hello!" "Mum! S-sorry, I guess we got...uh...d-distracted and stuff. I'm fine! Th-this is Zahame. Zah, this is my mum, Annabelle," Jack stammered. Zahame smiled and waved to Annabelle, who stifled a snort as she looked him over. Internally, Zahame rolled his eyes at her over-protectiveness of Jack. "Um...Nice to meet you! I'm so sorry we kept Jackie out late, Annabelle... My sister's back from college for a week and we got carried away with movies and stuff after homework," Zahame explained. Jack's mane bristled as for a split-second he thought Zahame was going to be completely honest about what they'd really been doing. He huffed and relaxed, and nodded to his mother, who true to style seemed to have calmed down almost immediately. "Oh...Oh isn't that sweet! Call me Belle though, Annabelle is so...formal," she smiled and shook her head slightly. "Would you like to come in for a minute? I can make some tea for you!" "Oh, no thanks, Belle! Archie is still at my place, he fell asleep there, so I should get back to make sure he's leaving my sister alone," the kuvrahk grinned in the darkness. Annabelle twitched an ear and smirked, "Maybe another time, then! C'mon Jackie, get your skinny ass inside already..." As the door closed behind the two horses with a final round of waves and goodbyes, Zahame laughed out loud to himself, turning his bike around and pedaling back down the gentle incline towards his house.
Jack slept fitfully, tossing and turning in the darkness. He could not shake the picture of Nahia from his mind. Her curves, those stripes, and that long, flowing hair falling across her face... And he'd seen ALL of her. That was what really blew his mind. She'd had no inhibitions, no shyness, not even in front of her own brother. Indeed it led him to suspect they were somehow more intimately involved than siblings should be. The palomino flipped onto his back and groaned as he felt the cotton of his sheets dragging across his sensitive erection. It didn't seem to matter how often he masturbated, it still came back just as easily. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to make it thirteen times in one evening though, so he ignored it, and closed his eyes. It seemed like only a few moments passed, but the colt's bedroom door eased quietly open, and he froze in his bed as he heard gentle footsteps crossing the bare wooden floor. "MUM. What do you want?" "Mum? Really? Does your mother often come into your bedroom at one in the morning, Jackie?" "N...Nahia?!" "Who else, you goofball?" "But...How? What are you...what are you doing here?" "Shh. I'm not quite done with you, Jackie..." He heard a quiet, predatory growl in the darkness and suddenly she was on him, only the thin cotton sheet separating them as the kuvrahk's warm, silken body pressed lustfully against his own. Jack stared at her wordlessly. She coaxed him onto his knees on her right side and lay down on the colt's bed, her hair shimmering black as it pooled around her face in the dim glow of the digital clock. He groaned as his eyes travelled over the dim outline of her body, silhouetted against his dark bedsheets. She was clearly naked, and he could just make out her nipples in the darkness. She reached up and wrapped both of those slender, silken hands around his jutting erection, twisting her grip around him and squeezing gently, causing him to flare yet again. Pausing to lick both her palms wetly, she resumed, eliciting a snort from the colt. Jack bucked his hips uncontrollably, his eyes rolling back in his head. Doing this to himself had been a totally new experience a week ago - having someone else do it to him, and that someone being this incredibly hot, naked kuvrahk? The little colt barely lasted fifteen seconds. With a loud whinny he hunched, tail flagged high as he ejaculated once again, a few little spritzes of his essence splattering across Nahia's chest and tummy. She growled in delight, licking her hands clean of the colt's seed. She was exceedingly aroused by this stage, and Jack noticed rubbing her thighs together and biting her lip at the slickness between them. Nahia's hand found its way to her heat. Jack's eyes latched onto her every movement as she let out a shuddering little sigh, blunt clawtips stroking slowly and delicately along her soft outer lips, swollen and pink with arousal. Her thighs parted almost of their own accord, her tail sliding back and forth between them on the bed. She teased herself for a few minutes, kneading her breast in her left hand, teasing her fingertips over her nipple and arching her back, cupping her soft, smooth mound in her right palm and pressing her middle fingertip against her hooded clitoris, grinding her hips firmly upwards through her own ministrations and feeling her body respond, her muscles clenching as sparks of pleasure arced through her. Jack's jaw was almost on the bed. He'd never seen a girl masturbate. He'd never even thought about how they did it. He stared intently, his right hand wrapped tightly around himself, stroking quickly and frenetically, still kneeling up beside her. Nahia grinned at him, and took his left wrist in her hand, guiding it to her inner thigh. She leaned in close to him. "I'm entirely yours tonight, Jackie," she murmured. Jack bucked and whinnied softly, his hand jerking against her smooth, slick inner thigh, her hand moving against his as she masturbated... The colt climaxed almost immediately, showering her lower belly and his right hand with a little flurry of spurts of clear, slippery fluid. Jack whimpered slightly. He didn't even pause, continuing to masturbate as Nahia moved her hand aside, pushing her hips down against his fingers. He felt her slickness, her soft warmth pressing against him and almost passed out from the lust coursing through him. She took his hand in hers, guiding his fingers to her most intimate places, slipping a pair of his digits inside herself, grinding and rocking against him and gripping his arm tightly with both her hands as she brought herself to climax on his utterly inexperienced explorations, clenching hard around his fingers and drenching them with her fluids. He whimpered again, leaning towards her as he came once more, his increasingly small ejaculation splattering onto her tummy and running down into her groin. "Mmnn...that's it, oh yes! Kneel over me, Jack. I get the feeling you're going to like this," she chuckled. With a growl, she pulled the awkward, leggy teenage colt over herself, shuffling him upwards until she was face to face with the dripping, swollen head of his erection. He blushed bright red and stared down at her, unable to resist leaning back with his hands on her thighs, jutting his hips upwards and forward, making his penis bounce and twitch lewdly over her chest. She giggled, and leaned up, wrapping her hand around his midsection and pressing her lips firmly to his flared head, grinding her smooth, slick tongue around his glans firmly and moaning, her thighs parting beneath his hands. He let out a whinny of lust and bucked his hips forward a little, making Nahia growl and glare up at him. "Careful, Jackie! Mmf~ My teeth are sharper than they look...don't want you to hurt yourself!" He whimpered and blushed, his breathing heavy and ragged. Nahia licked his scent from her lips and exhaled shakily over his flare. Gripping his penis in both hands, she pushed it firmly down against her chest, then awkwardly shifted her hands to her breasts, squeezing them together around his rigid shaft and grinning toothily up at him. "Go for it, stud!" she murmured. He needed no further coaxing. His tail flagging high, Jack braced himself against his headboard and thrust his hips firmly and deeply between her perky, smooth breasts, sliding on a slick of his own previous ejaculations. It was unbelievable. The colt was thankful he'd already ejaculated - what was it, fifteen times now? - so he at least lasted a few minutes like this. His shaft ached with sensitivity, but this was so much less vigorous than masturbating. Gentler. Yet at the same time so much more arousing. He arched his back and grit his teeth to silence himself as he bucked forward hard, grinding his almost painfully swollen flare against her soft throat as he climaxed, his by now almost non-existent ejaculate sputtering weakly against her velvety skin and running back down to pool between her breasts. "Mmmh...good boy, Jackie..." she murmured. It was a few minutes before Jack recovered himself, and he started himself awake with the realization that Nahia was lying underneath him masturbating. He could feel her arm shaking and her breath was huffing against his cheek. A sudden urge overtook him, his penis surging back to life yet again. He shuffled down her body and stroked his hands up her inner thighs, parting them and gazing into her groin, drinking in the sight of her smooth, aroused sex. With a whinny of delight, he bucked his hips forward, taking his penis in his hand and pressing his dripping tip against her soft lips. She groaned and bit her lip, lifting her legs around his hips in invitation...that was all the approval he needed. The colt readied himself and pushed forward purely on instinct, feeling her velvety, slick lips parting around him and swallowing his penis into... With a loud whinny, Jack's eyes flew open. He lay in his bed, alone, panting heavily. His pillow lay beneath him, wet and sticky in several places. Unable to fathom the sheer realness of his dream, Jack flopped onto his back and kneaded his brow in confusion. As with so many dreams, now he was awake, of course it made no sense that Nahia would sneak into his bedroom and do that kind of thing with him. He berated his imagination for even taking him there. He just could not shake the mental image of Zahame's sister naked, standing in front of him, laying beside him, touching him... With a whicker of resignation Jack pulled the damp pillow on top of himelf, jabbing and prodding at the opposite end of it with his persistent erection. One more wasn't gonna do any harm, right?