Herms and Cuntboys and Incest, Oh My!
** This story contains the following potential offensive fetishes: hermaphrodites, cuntboys, cubs, and incest. If you are offended by any of the above, please do not read the following story. **
** This story was done by request of Tigger13 on Inkbunny. **
Quincy always admired his older sister. Everything she did, he tried to do as well, with varying results. When Annabel got the lead role in a play at school, the younger skunk created his own one-man play and acted it out in front of his stuffed animals. When she got her first girlfriend, Quincy forced one of the fellow neighborhood girls to become his girlfriend as well. It was only to be expected that, when the young skunk caught his hermaphrodite sister masturbating, he asked if he could join in as well.
"Don't be ridiculous, Q," his sister said, pulling her shirt down to cover her erection. "You're a cuntboy. You don't have a penis. Besides, it would be totally wrong even if you did. You're my little brother. No way." The older skunk practically shoved her brother out into the hall, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Quincy continued to linger outside Annabel's door for several minutes, listening to her moans and sighs of pleasure. It was at the moment he heard his sister cry out in her climax that the young mustelid decided beyond all doubt that he had to seduce his elder sibling.
His first opportunity came several nights later, when their parents went out on a much-needed date, leaving Annabel to babysit her younger brother. The pair had ordered a pizza with the money their parents had left them, and then settled down to watch some animated movie. Quincy didn't pay much attention to what was on the screen, more focused on the fact that he was once more alone with his sister. Every five minutes or so he would inch just a little bit closer until he was practically sprawled across her lap.
"Get off, Q," Annabel complained, gently shoving her little brother to the other side of the couch.
Quincy pouted, wrapping his arms around his fluffy tail. "But I wanna cuddle with you, Bel!" he pleaded. "Please cuddle with me." He could feel his heart beginning to pound faster as his plan was put in motion.
Annabel sighed, spreading the afghan they were sharing across her lap. "Fine. Get on over here." Grinning impishly, the little skunk climbed into his older sister's lap, wiggling his rear as he settled against the older skunk's crotch. "I didn't say you could sit on my lap," she complained, but she quickly gave up on speech as her little brother continued to shift his weight, rubbing his butt deliciously against her cock, which began to harden despite her attempts to control herself. "S-stop doing that, Q," the skunk hissed in a tone that was a mix of lust and shock.
"Fine. If you don't want to play with me..." Quincy put a sad look on his face - he'd practiced his faces in the mirror just for this occasion - and hopped off of Annabel's lap. Ears and tail drooping, he pretended to leave the room, only to pause just on the other side of the door and listen for his sister's response.
He heard a grunt, then the sound of a zipper being undone. "God damn it. He got me all hard. Why does he have to have such a perky little ass?" Annabel muttered, zipping her pants back up. "Q? Q, come back in here. I'm sorry. I do want to play with you, lil bro."
Quincy waited a few seconds before reentering the room to make it seem as if he had actually left. "Can we play that game you were playing the other night? That looked like a fun game," he said innocently, batting his eyelashes.
His sister's cheeks darkened further as blood flushed beneath her fur. "Uh - no, I - I don't think so, Q," she stuttered, flustered. "I don't think you're old enough for that game."
"Why not? You sounded like you were having lots of fun, Bel. And I wanna have fun too!" Grinning, he wrapped his arms around his sister's waist and clung to her tightly. He could feel her growing erection pressing against his flat chest with each one of her heartbeats, and it only served to excite him further. To Quincy, teasing his sister was a game in and of itself, and one that he thoroughly enjoyed.
He couldn't read her mind, but the mustelid could clearly see the lust warring with horror in his sister's eyes. "Well... one little game couldn't hurt, I guess. As long as you don't tell Mom and Dad." Quincy had to stop himself from cheering aloud. He'd won! Who knew his sister would be so easy to tease?
"How do we play, Bel?" Despite his desire to play the game, he didn't know what to do now that he'd actually achieved his goal of getting his sister to play it with him.
In response, his sister grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it down in front of her. "Now... you get down on your knees," she replied with a twinkle in her eye, her growing lust having won her internal struggle. Quincy eagerly complied, dropping down onto the cushion with all his weight. Any air that was in the stuffing of the pillow was forced out by the weight of his landing.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as Annabel slowly unbuttoned her jeans, making a show of pulling down the zipper and shimmying the denim down her legs. A lacy pink thong barely held his sister's stiff length in check. Quincy felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed at its oozing tip. "Do you like it?" the elder skunk giggled, rolling down the fabric of the panties to give her brother a better view.
The cuntboy felt himself nod. His hand stretched out, gathering up the moisture that beaded at the tip of the herm's cock. Hesitantly he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. The liquid wasn't at all unpleasant. It had a slightly salty tang, but it was sweet as well. The taste almost reminded him of salted watermelon. Licking his fingers to make sure no trace of the sticky precum remained, the mustelid leaned forward, attempting to wrap his hands around the shaft before him to see if he could coax out any more of the liquid.
Luckily for Quincy, his little show had turned his sister on even more, a copious amount of precum trickling from her tip and running down the underside of her dick. Panic bubbled in his brain. The young skunk couldn't - wouldn't - lose any of that precious fluid. He extended his tongue, giving a long lick from the base of his sister's prick to the very head, making sure that no drop of the delicious liquid escaped his touch. Above him, his sister shivered, a small moan escaping her lips as she dug her fingers into her brother's soft head fur.
"K-keep doing that," Annabel crooned pressing the tip of her cock into her little brother's mouth. Smiling around her, the young skunk began to move his tiny hands along what little of her shaft he could hold, essentially giving her a blowjob and a handjob at the same time. It didn't take his sister long to climax from the multiple points of stimulation. Quincy did his best to swallow as much of her essence as he could, but much of it dribbled out onto his chin and chest fur.
"D-did I do good, Bel?" the younger skunk asked anxiously, his fluffy tail twitching.
"You did great, Q," replied his sister, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Now lay on your back. I'm going to return the favor."
Quincy wasn't sure what to expect as he did as Annabel commanded. She arranged the cuntboy so that his shoulders were on the ground and his hips were on top of the pillow he'd just been kneeling on. Annabel herself crouched down between her brother's legs. Quincy felt an anxious thrill go through him as her muzzle brushed against his slit. He'd never been touched down there before, except when he was grooming himself. And this felt completely different from being groomed, especially when Annabel's tongue worked its way inside of him.
His sister was certainly a skilled lover. She knew all of the right buttons to push to make her brother edge closer to his own climax. Even if it hadn't been his first time, Annabel was confident enough in her abilities that she knew he wouldn't have lasted long anyway. Quincy reached his very first orgasm when his sister's cold nose bumped against his clit, turning him into a howling, squirming mess of wet skunk.
Chuckling, Annabel pulled her brother into her arms, waiting for him to calm down. "We'd better get you cleaned up before Mom and Dad get home." Quincy simply blinked up at her, too worn out by the intensity of his orgasm to respond. A grin spread across the elder skunk's face. "You were right, Q. This was a fun game. We'll have to play it again sometime."
** I really liked writing this one. Hope you like it, Tigger13! **
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