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Samantha had woken up early, sneaking out of the room while the other girls, and her brother, slept off any lingering effects of their alcohol. Actually she didn't really have any herself. High tolerance ran in their family, despite no history of alcoholism. Getting a buzz was hard enough, being drunk on such a light drink? Fat chance.

She wasn't entirely too surprised, making her way into her friend's large kitchen, that Mindy was already up. Coffee had been made, and she sat there at a rather large dinner table sipping a cup and reading a book. "You haven't been sleeping much lately have you?" Samantha commented, making her way across the kitchen to pour herself a cup and sitting down opposite her friend.

Mindy rest a furred hand on her pudgy belly, smiling back at the skunk. "I think drinking last night was a mistake." She said, giving a small sigh and leaning back in her chair. "It's really hard to think for more than one person when you're a stupid kid like I am."

Samantha gave a gentle nod of her head. "You're lucky your biology tries to make up for your idiocy. It won't harm the baby unless you really get schwasted. That was still incredibly stupid of you, and you'll probably need to tell your doctor. Don't do it again okay? Have you told Jeffery yet?" She slid both her hands around her cup and hunched over, taking a sip, wrinkling her nose at the bitter flavor and smell. How did Sam drink this stuff?

"I have, and I'm not sure if he's going to stay with me or not. He's scared, but I won't beat myself up over it if I have to raise it alone. I'm definitely not telling the girls yet, not until I get an answer from him. And no, I won't do it again, I promise, although I could say the same for you. There's going to be a shit storm when the girls all wake up, sober. Chiyo was thoroughly freaked out even boozed up. Humans aren't as lax as we are. That being said, everyone is going to look at you funny for a while." Mindy marked her place in her book and set it aside, clasping her hands together on the table and leaning forward. "You'll probably have to lay low from our circle until they calm down. Seeing you fuck your brother..." She shook her head. "I suppose it was our fault for pushing you so far."

"We've been doing it for the past few days." Samantha said with a sigh, staring down into the steam of her beverage. Mindy perked up and motioned for details. "Dale and I broke up Monday."

Mindy drooped, her jaw dropping. "What? Oh god I'm so sorry! What happened? Don't spare any details!"

Samantha took in a deep shaky breath and gave a single nod as she psyched herself up. "Sam and I went to The Hideout, bored out of our minds. We saw Dale with a mouse chick, Clarissa, in the food court. Kissed her, and the looks he gives her." She shivered and slunk down in her seat, staring into the void of black of her coffee. "Sam punched him. First time he has ever been violent. Gave him a bloody nose. He dragged me off home and we commenced our R-Rated plan because mom and dad were out. Dale tried to call me but Sam told him off. So heroic." She said with an eye roll. Mindy giggled, well acquainted with her friend and her twin's strange way of coping. "I couldn't sleep... I kept thinking about Dale. I... I went to my brother's room, to sleep with him. Not like that, it was totally innocent, I just didn't want to be alone. Woke up in the middle of the night thinking I was in bed with Dale... Somehow we ended up spooning in our sleep, Sam was hard... It just kind of escalated from there."

Mindy put on a thoughtful expression as she leaned in conspiratorially. "Was the sex good?" She whispered, a grin now on her face.

Samantha's tail thrashed against the chair back, her ear tip warming with a blush. "Amazing. I'd say it was comparable to Dale, but different. He was bigger... Passionate..." She turned her head and gave a small, nervous cough. "If he didn't tell me he was a virgin, I would have thought sex was a regular thing for him. Probably lasted so long because he masturbates all the time."

Mindy lost it. She started choking before spraying her coffee all over the table. She coughed for a minute before catching her breath. "You took your brother's virginity!?" She hissed loudly, narrowing her eyes in outrage. "What the hell Sam!"

Sam leaned back in her chair, taken aback by the sudden hostility. "W-what!? He enjoyed it, he even said he was glad I was his first time! What's the problem!?" She lift a hand to her chest, ears lowered a Mindy calmed her huffing and puffing.

"Let me put it this way. How was your first time?" She held a hand up when Sam looked about to answer. "Was it emotional for you? It was great, wasn't it? You felt on top of the world. It probably wasn't great because you were both virgins, you didn't know what you were doing, but it was still amazing. You felt alive, in love, and probably were left with a giant smile on your face for months. Out of all your sexual experiences with Dale, you still remember your first time right?" She asked, badly in need of a breather after talking for so long. Samantha nodded an affirmative and Mindy leaned forward, staring Sam directly in the eyes. "How do you think it was for him, then? Losing his virginity to his own sister who just recently found out her boyfriend of five years was cheating on her, and was probably desperate and depressed!?"

Samantha's eyes shot wide open, her lower lip starting to quiver as she realized her friend was right. Suddenly the smell of her brother and sex that still lightly wafted off her fur solidified into a terrible guilt that settled into her chest. "I-I didn't... Think of it like that. But he said he enjoyed it. We even had more later."

The raccoon sat back in her chair and her eyes softened with sympathy. "You are your brother's world. We all know how he is, he doesn't have friends. Maybe one or two, but when is the last time you've seen him visit them?" She talked to him online all the time, on a storyboard forum. He enjoyed posting 'Flufftales', a series of stories he said his mother told them when they were children, still traveling around the country for their father. They never hung out, never claimed to be friends beyond that forum, but he still told her things. She was well aware that he only had his sister as a friend in a daily manner. "Probably never. When you're home, he's home. You've said yourself that's how it's always been when I asked, so many years ago. Maybe it's a sister complex, or maybe he really just cares about his family that much. So if he had a problem giving his first time, one of the most memorable experience everyone will have of their life, to you while you were hurting like that, seeking comfort. Do you think he would tell you?"

Mindy had a point. Samantha, ashamedly, couldn't admit knowing much about what he did in his free time. When she wasn't around, all she knew that he did was sit around home playing on his laptop. She'd never asked. With a small groan she placed her face in her hand. But her friend wasn't done. "You should probably look into yourself, figure out if you having sex with your brother was truly because you wanted your brother in that way which is unlikely I'm sure, or if it was out of depressed desperation, looking from comfort from the only other male you've trusted for so long, or out of revenge against Dale. It's a small comfort, you'd still be taking advantage of your brother. These past few days, what has he been doing? He's been doing nothing but trying to make you feel better."

Samantha knew she was right. Every time he saw her in a moment where she began thinking of Dale, or when she felt like crying, he just knew, and he was there. He literally had not given her any time to think about the feline since the moment she saw him with the mouse at the mall. When she started feeling the effects of the anxiety she suppressed surface at the beach, watching Dale look so fondly on Clarissa, and not her, her brother immediately took her out of there and dragged her into private. The way he took her behind the shower house was just as intense as the sudden swell of negative emotions she was feeling at the time, and then she felt fine afterwards. Absolutely fine. It'd all been for her benefit. And what had she been doing this entire time? Taking that mental and physical effort he gave her and demanding more. And more. Even last night, right there in front of her friends, it made her feel like a Queen, on top of the world. And Sammy was the tool she was using to put herself there.

She slumped and stared into the cooling cup in her hands. "If he feels that way, would he even tell me?" She asked, mostly to herself. Actually it had been that way all her life. Every time she was down, he dragged her back up. When was the last time he seemed depressed and she made the effort to bring HIM back up? She couldn't remember. She literally could not remember one instance in their life where he showed any negative emotion around her that she had to drag him to his feet from. Maybe that tied into why he was such a loner, so introverted.

Mindy sat back in her chair and gave her a knowing look. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Samantha smelled him first. His scent was stronger than it was when she got out of bed. Probably her emotions making her hyper-sensitivity come to front again. Although that was unlikely to be it. His smell was always there when he was around her. But now she felt guilt towards him, and the smell was like a rock tied to her ankle. He smelled nice. He was nice. And she felt terrible for what she perceived to be a slight against him. She turned to look at him, standing there sipping calmly at a cup he had poured. How did she not notice him come in? Or hear him pour himself coffee? And how the fuck does the shit-head keep doing that!?

"Because I won't really answer." He said matter-of-factly. He gave Samantha a gentle smile before taking another sip. "I've decided to give dating a try again. Going to ask Tiffany out. I know she's been interested in me for a long time, possibly interested in us both. And she seems sweet enough. I'd like to talk to her without the booze." He set his cup down on the counter and held his hand out to his sister, who took it. He hefted her to her feet and smoothed down some of her hair that had stuck up from the way she was sleeping. "We probably should leave before the others wake up. Mindy, I left my cell number on a paper on the guestroom bedstand, make sure Tiffany gets it, alright?" His words were like a shot to her stomach. If he hadn't heard any of that, would he have made that decision? Did their talk make him second guess whether she was worth it? Maybe everything Mindy said was true, and now that he knew she figured it out, he was going to leave her until this all blew over.

'Do I even know my own brother anymore?'

With that, he all but dragged Samantha out. She looked back helplessly to Mindy, who simply waved. From then on it was all silence as they made their way back to their house under a still dark sky. She felt tired, exhausted, and wanted to go back to sleep as they entered their house. It was quiet, and dark, and only when she saw the painfully bright numbers on their DVD player's display did she realize just how early it still was. They'd been asleep for maybe two hours, tops.

Sammy guided her to her room and gently ushered her in. "Get some sleep turd-nugget. Goodnight." Was all he said before he disappeared into his bedroom. The sound of the door clicking shut made her jump, and she shook her head rapidly to clear her mind before crawling into her own bed. She lay awake for nearly an hour, her mind rapidly turning over the last few days and connecting them to what Mindy had to say about it.

He had never frowned once. Never made a comment about Dale, never asked how she was feeling, and never really let her think about it. She could remember at least a few moments where something he or she said, or something in the movies they were watching made her think of Dale, and he snapped her out of her thoughts with an innocent comment or expression or sudden insult that always made her laugh, think about what he said, and then retort in kind.

When was the last time she dragged him out to do something like he did for her? When was the last time she instigated Operation R-Rated-Movies herself?

Being with him, sexually, made her feel like a woman. Like Dale made her feel like. She thought of Dale often, actually. And that realization was the one she fell asleep with, with shame sitting on her chest, staring and watching her.

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Friday

She woke in a mess. She had woke up late. Very late. She looked over at her clock and it read noon. Sitting up in bed she held a hand to her forehead, giving a small groan as a headache formed. God she felt like shit. It was only when she got out of bed did she notice the note on her bedstand.

"Getting to know Tiffany. Text me if you need me. BBL - Sammy"

She let out a sigh and ran her hand over her belly. That was when she noticed the second thing wrong with her morning. Her thighs itched. She reached down and gave them a scratch, which was temporary. Because once it was gone, they started tingling. And then the warmth in her gut, that fuzzy, dreadful warmth, got her attention. "Oh no." She muttered, suddenly too aware of just how strong and pungent her scent was. She reached a hand down into her pajamas, the same ones she wore last night, and wrinkled her nose at the matted fur. She cleaned up last night, she was sure of it, before she and her brother went to bed. She gently eased her fingers over her labia, and instantly shivered, letting out a pained groan. They were swollen, sensitive, and sticky, the flesh far more pliable than usual. She dipped her fingers in and brought them up to her face, parting her fingers repeatedly. Her fluid was viscous, sticky and stringy. It was thicker than normal.

"Great. As if I don't feel bad enough, now I'm in heat. Fuck this shit. Seriously, fuck it. All was going great until I woke up." She thought about that and hummed angrily. Her heat was actually late, just like her period had been. She should have had it last week, and was glad that she hadn't, not with the drama and... Intense activities, of the past few days. "I guess at least I should be happy I'm not pregnant." She muttered, calming instantly. She supposed she were blessed.

While able to get pregnant without the help of estrus, it was difficult.

Non-sapient skunks tended to mate once a year. Typically in February. However, sapient species like herself, humanoid animals, have a biology that's a bit more fucked up. Their origins aside, the conflicting biology caused Samantha, and other skunks like her, to experience estrus quarterly.

So that meant every three months, Samantha had to exercise more self-control. Normally she didn't even bother, just spending the week with her brother. Most women were paranoid that if they spent any time around a male, it'd lure them in, tempt them, and that they'd be tempted, and that they wouldn't be able to resist. That it was going to happen no matter what, so if a male came near they simply gave in. That was stupid. Samantha held enough interest in biology to study, and through those studies she realized just how much bullshit that excuse was.

If you have the will, you could resist any urges your body may give you. Really all it ever did was increase your ability to perceive a male. Senses increased, and you could smell their scents, feel their heat, and find them more alluring and attractive even if you originally wouldn't be attracted to them. Males simply could easily smell their arousal. It was far more effective in same species, the scent of estrus forcing their bodies to respond in kind, their mind able to pinpoint exactly which female was asking for a good dicking. Other species just tended to feel horny and possibly never even know why. When in heat, she could smell a male's scent, almost even tell just how virile he was, how likely he was to give her good offspring.

It was incredibly weird for her when she was young, before she ever thought about seriously, though having made love to Dale. Everything felt more intense, and she was in a constant arousal. Heat made a girl's reproductive organs more receptive, only having to have sex once, maybe twice before it takes seed, instead of take seed one in twenty. The body was just lazy, that's all. Any perceived urges of finality were just the mind trying to get rid of the intense arousal you felt. If you didn't stimulate it, didn't touch it, it would just be an uncomfortable buzzing in the back of her mind. Like bees, if you left your heat alone, it would just be a mild nuisance that made you think an extra step of what you did.

That was why whenever a woman who'd been impregnated out of estrus earned nothing but ostracism from Samantha. Not all women, just the ones who didn't want to get pregnant. 'I couldn't help it! How could I? I was in heat and he was all over me because of it! I just couldn't stop my body, like it had a mind of its own!' they would say. Stupid women. The only person at fault was themselves. Men accused of rape usually get off scot free due to ninety percent of the women being in heat when it happened, well, except those who weren't capable of estrus. Samantha pointed that out every time. It was actually proven, through studies and science, that the only reason a woman let herself get fucked in estrus was because she wanted it. She didn't bother exhibiting self-control.

So back to the original point, Samantha and Sam spent every week during her estrus period staying at home watching movies, playing video games, or just sitting around reading a book and generally being bored. They'd occasionally go out, and Sam would keep her in check. She always teased him, as her scent was far more potent, and the smell of a female in heat had the effect that you could never avoid as a male. Even if it *was* your own sister. He had a perma-boner until her body gave up trying to make a baby.

She sighed at that thought. Sam was always there for her, even when it was incredibly uncomfortable for him to do so. Probably the only time she reciprocated that care was when he was bed-ridden. She felt like a terrible sister.

She didn't even bother going to shower, wandering into the kitchen and pouring a bowl of cereal. She slumped down onto the table, next to her mother who was cutting out newspaper clippings. She turned to her daughter and wrinkled her nose. "That time again hm, sweetie? You look like roadkill." Her mother said, reaching over to give Samantha's shoulder a rub.

"Gee, thanks mom. I feel so much better."

"Where's your brother? Wouldn't that mean he's spending the week with you?"

"He took Tiffany out. You know, the quiet shy bird girl. The blue one that stalks us from time to time." She said idly, poking at several of the o shaped foodstuffs in her bowl.

"What!? But, I thought, you and your brother." She dropped the paper and the scissors and poked a finger in through a fist repeatedly. "I thought you were going to be together!"

Samantha stopped and gave her a *look*. "Mom. That was just sex. Me and my brother are not going to have an incest marriage. That'd be fucking weird. I was... it was just making me feel better after Dale and I broke up." She decided to leave out that he was cheating, but...- She suddenly dropped her face into her palms and groaned. "Oh fuck. I had sex. WITH. MY. BROTHER. Jesus fuck, help me. Every time I say that it just sounds NASTY! FUCK!"

"Soooo, no cute little skunklettes coming from my two sweet fluffbabies? Wait. You broke up with Dale? Oh no! And here I was thinking you three were in some dramatic love triangle!" Her mother blinked and slapped a fist into her palm. "Or weirder! A bisexual love-fest!"

"Mom. Did you take your medication this morning?" Samantha said, pushing her bowl away from her and slamming her face on the table. "Ow..."

"No sweetie I didn't." Mother said casually, resuming clipping at the newspaper. Well at least she was honest.

And then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Samantha sighed, pushing herself up and stomping over towards the door.

When she opened it, Dale was standing there, awkwardly rubbing at his arm. She could see Clarissa sitting in his truck parked on the street. No doubt this talk was going to be serious. 'Great.' She thought. 'The last person I want to see shows up at my door. How could this day get any worse?'

"So..." the tall, dark eyed, handsome Feline said in a small voice. "I heard that you and your brother..."

Oh god why did it have to be this? How did he find out!? Did one of the girls tell him!?

"No! Stop right there! Fuck!" She shouted, finally having enough of this shitty, weird ass day. She didn't even know whether to be guilty, depressed, feel good because the situation was just ridiculous, or what! She knew she looked a wreck, her shoulder length white hair was mussed up, she was wearing a crumpled top that hung over her shoulder, her revealed bra-strap was askew and she didn't have pants on. Her green eyes, no doubt, were blood shot like a cracked egg with red yolk. "Yes, I fucked my brother." She said. Dale's jaw dropped and shot a look at Clarissa, who somehow managed to convey a sheepish look that said 'Sorry' to Samantha despite being so far away. "How the fuck did you find out? It just... It just HAPPENED! Okay!? I was feeling like absolute ass because I saw you with another fucking girl. I was scared, and depressed, and lonely!" She shouted, the cat's posture slowly sinking with every word. When Dale and she talked at the beach, they didn't talk about the emotions.

Or rather, they didn't talk about HER emotions. How filthy and disgustingly depressed she felt. How shitty a person he was for doing that to her "I love yo- I mean... I loved you." Her voice grew quiet as the boy she had set her heart on for so long took a step back. "I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about you, knowing that if I want to keep our friendship alive I just needed to drop it. And it was hard to think unbiased like that... And brother always made me feel better. So I went to just lie near him to sleep, and I woke up, and... And... Fuck. Look, I don't want to talk about this okay? I'm having an absolutely crappy day, my dumb, stupid body just went into heat, Sammy is mad at me and is out having a good time with some stupid bird chick who probably would eat his dirty jock-straps if he asked her to, and I'm in a really shitty mood. So go home or hang out with Clair, whatever. Just don't talk to me for a while because my heart can't take it my heat can't take it and you being near me is making me think about sex and I'm depressed and I'M GETTING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HORNY AND IT'S DEPRESSING AS SHIT!"

She slammed the door so hard in his face that the entire house rattled, one of the tiny storm panes on the door shattered, and she slumped back against the door. She was still for a moment before hiding her face in her hands, her chest starting to heave. It was only seconds later that she broke down, crying hysterically into her palms and sliding down to the floor. Her mother walked over and tenderly helped her to her feet, soothing her hair and whispering comfortingly into her ear. "It'll be alright sweetie." She said. "It'll be okay, everything will be alright."

Samantha couldn't help but feel like they wouldn't. That they would never be right.

The worse part was she couldn't figure out what upset her most, her ex-boyfriend cheating on her and trying to pretend like everything could just go back the way they were before they started dating four whole fucking years ago... Or that her brother was possibly really upset with her, and abandoned her because she never really did anything but use him for her own personal gain. That he wasn't there to make her feel better made her feel worse. That she was upset over him not being there to make her feel better made her hate herself.

She sobbed and hiccupped into her mother's chest who stroked her back soothingly until Samantha passed out.

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Saturday

She woke to darkness. Her clock said it was around seven, she didn't know. The red LED's were blurred together from the sleep in her eyes. She sat up in bed and heard a gentle roll of thunder overhead, the soft pitter patter of rain on the roof and against her window. She got out of bed, body sore and hot. Her eyes hurt and she had a giant ass headache. She let out a soft sigh and stumbled bleary eyed through her beige painted room. Digging into her drawers she pulled out a shirt, bra and panties. She wanted to be out of the house today, out in the rain. But that was probably a bad idea in her current emotionally wrecked state.

She showered. It was a long, cold shower. She didn't bother turning on the hot handle and simply stepped in and sat on the floor of the shower stall, letting the frigid water soak her hair and fur. Her tail flopped soggily on the floor, wet splats filling the bathroom whenever she attempted lifting it, grew tired of the action, and dropped it. She spent a full hour and a half in there just wasting water before lethargically washing herself. She shivered as she dried herself off, wandering towards the kitchen after pulling on her underwear and shirt. She saw a note on the fridge from her mother, she was going to be out with father today, no doubt enjoying time spent at a hotel in the town over at the casinos. She instructed Samantha to go next door if she began feeling depressed again. She could almost hear her mother's voice.

"The only way you're going to feel better is if you confront the problem yourself. Be strong girl, and try not to rely on anyone, because only you know when everything is alright. The Luck family is strong, and the women in our family are stronger." Her mother obviously didn't know that Sammy was where she drew most of her strength. Hell, Sammy probably didn't even know that. If it weren't for him she probably never would have dated Dale.

Samantha snorted. She had no doubt that her parents' day would be spent doing dirty deeds in bed. Sam and Sam's parents were very sexually active, still as madly in love with each other as the day they had probably met.

Her father usually just spent most of his time in his study, working on this or that or filing employee files. He worked as some sort of an office manager for a corporation based in a city over, having long since left his job as Foreman in favor of settling down and raising the family in the house they had bought. He was in charge of monitoring employees, as the company dealt with sensitive information. He had to screen them and send his results to the higher ups, and days at the office were spent checking on every employee. Father always explained it as telling people "Hey, we're watching you. Don't fuck up and don't steal that personal info you guys handle on a daily basis or I'll spray you. Yeah. Spray you. See this? Yeah, it's my ass. I'm a skunk. Guess what comes out near a skunk's ass? Really nasty liquid that'll make you smell like the ass end of a rowboat of cadavers on a hot summer day in the middle of a lake of sewage."

She loved her dad. Quiet, hardworking, honest and a man of harsh words that were meant well.

When told of her and her brother's... Activities, he just shook his head. "Can't say I agree with it like your mother does. But at least I can count on you two to keep each other in line. Also I was getting worried Sammy was gay. Is he gay? He's not gay is he? Well... If he were, at least he wasn't fucking farm animals."

It was good for a laugh. And as heartwarming as it was that their father, while uncomfortable with it, would support them in their lives even if they lived an incestual one together, that wasn't exactly what they were aiming for.

Right? She didn't really feel a romantic draw to her brother. She just felt very strong sibling love for him, and he mattered a lot to her. That's all. "It's only sex." She muttered. "That's all. Just sex with my brother. A totally innocent, gross, but innocent act of comfort."

She felt her eye twitch. "Sinful, dirty sex. Could've knocked me up. Lucky that he didn't." She continued as she set a teapot on to boil. "He did cum in me multiple times. A lot. I'm surprised he didn't. Hmmn, wonder if anyone heard me scream at the beach..." She pulled out a mug and plopped several teabags into it, yawning quietly and flumping down into a kitchen chair, ignoring the growing burning sensation in her crotch. "He was so big..." She muttered, letting out a heavy huff. "His balls were so full, so big." She poured boiling water into her mug and watched as air trapped in the tea bags bubbled to the surface leaving a small short-lived foam. The mug grew hot quickly in her hands as she walked carefully back to her room. "Hot... His cum was so hot. There was so much of it. Pumped it all inside me. God it felt... So good to be used like a breeder like that. Warm sticky cum oozing down my thighs..." Her sleepy, now entirely way too aroused, fogged up mind suddenly woke to a sharp clarity as she walked by her brother's room. She took a peek inside, finding him gone. His room's smell... It smelled like him. The one thing that was different about them was definitely that her brother had a much softer scent, it was dull and warm. Even his skunk scent was gentle like that. She occasional was reminded of hot chocolate whenever she got a good whiff of him on a warm day. But now that scent was absolutely heavenly.

She was wide awake now, and didn't deny it. She was getting horny as fuck just from having thought about screwing her brother. It made her feel incredibly guilty. That was the last thing she wanted to think about, but her mind automatically always wandered to sex when she was in heat. It was just kind of a natural thing. Would she act on those thoughts? Those fantasies? No, she never did. Never even thought of it. But she still thought of sex. And when she got aroused while her body was demanding for a male, it was incredibly difficult to just will it away. So she often just relieved herself in her room or the shower. And right now the smell of her twin who had screwed her so well was wafting about her like a lazy autumn breeze.

She poked her head into her brother's room, who was probably just lying in bed like he did every morning, to let him know she'd be... Busy, for the next hour or so, so if he needed to shower he'd have to wait. But, he was gone. His bed was made, room cleaned as always, just gone. Probably to spend time with Tiffany again. She hoped they were getting along. The girl was cute, and despite being accused of being obsessed with the Skunks, she was very nice to everyone she came in contact with.

She let out a soft sigh, the sudden depression of being alone settling in and easing the burning in her crotch... Just a little though. It was REALLY hard to get rid of the arousal during heat simply by thinking it away. So set to relieve herself she did. Well, she was going to, but as she moved from the door, air drew out from his room and she was SMOTHERED in the smell of her brother. It seemed that no matter how meticulously he cleaned, it would never wash away the scent of his own body soaking into every atom-sized crack in his room. The scent was incredibly strong. So strong in fact, that even when she shut the door and the smell disappeared from the hallway, she couldn't tell. Because it was stuck in her nose.

His scent, the same scent that covered her after every hot, heated, passionate session of sex they shared. If anything, it made her arousal worse. "FUCK YOU BODY!" She shouted, stomping off to her room and slamming the door behind her in a hissy.

She dug through her drawers until she found a suspicious looking black plastic bag. She pulled out two things from it and stared intently at them. "You two, my sweet babies, are going to make momma feel much, much better." She said to the very small, pink egg-shaped vibrator and the not so small latex, canine shaped toy.

Her now lust-filled mind idly compared sizes. Her brother was bigger. This wouldn't be near as satisfying.

She was about to lay on her bed, get comfortable, and just wash the seats when she was done, but then she noticed something. The smell of her brother had left her nose and all she could smell was her own. She felt REALLY disappointed. Her arousal burned something fierce, and she needed to get the most amazing possible orgasm she could possibly achieve. It'd sate her heat for far longer than just diddling herself.

"Fuck, you stupid skunk-shit. All this drama... Even when you're gone you torture me with this.." She growled grumpily before she had an idea. She was going to just wash her sheets anyways right? Well... She could always just wash her brother's sheets.

She didn't even debate it. To be honest, she just wanted to feel close to Sam, as right now, it felt like he was an enigma, slipping between her fingers. The closeness she had always felt with him was so... Incorporeal now that she thought she figured she didn't know anything about it. And in some twisted way, this would bring her... Kind of close to him. Right? Sex was so incredibly intimate. Even though she was only pleasing herself, she could still maybe feel close and intimate with him in spirit, right?

She bound into his room and shut the door behind her, stopping and leaning against the door and just... Smelling. The room smelled so much like Sammy, that soft scent wrapping around her nose and filling her mouth like a warm milk bath. It also stoked the fire at her crotched to an unbearable level. She slinked towards his bed and flopped down on his bed, burying her face into the comforter and taking in a breath through her nose until her lungs hurt. His scent seared her nostrils and she let out a small moan before rolling onto her back. She grabbed his pillow and slid it down, under her butt, to keep it levitated before sliding her fingers over the crotch of her panties.

Oh god were they were soaked. She pulled them off and discarded them on his floor, rubbing her fingers over her bared netherlips, whimpering as it tingled painfully, like electricity running through her nerves. She brought her fingers up to her face and played with her fluids. Like before, they were thick and sticky. Strands of it stretched between her fingers every time she pulled them apart. Her mother told her, so long ago when explaining sex and her gender in general when she experienced her first heat and the following menstruation period, that out of estrus, when her fluids were thick and sticky like that, her body was exceptionally receptive. It was just her mother's personal opinion really.

She highly doubted that explanation, and couldn't find any scientific evidence when she researched it privately later, but she chose to believe it. There wasn't anyone who said no, afterall.

With a small sigh, she brought the black, wobbly latex dog cock up to her face and glared at it. "I haven't had to use you in so damn long. You better help." She growled. She actually liked this toy. On lonely nights when she just wanted a little fantasy to keep her company and an orgasm to leave her aglow with satisfaction, she brought it out. She affectionately dubbed it "Shepard." She even made a backstory about it that she enjoyed running through her head every time she used it. She decided it was actually modeled after a young dachshund's penis. He was a runt in his litter, but out of all his brothers he had the biggest dick. He was also in love with the prettiest poodle in his school, who was dating his biggest, meanest brother.

He was being terrible to her one day for some reason, Samantha never did think up of why, and the little dachshund runt went to defend her. He got horribly beaten of course. The girl called his big brother a giant bully and broke up with him, chasing him away by whacking him with a broom she got from a custodian's cart left in the hallway. She helped the little boy to the nurse's office and took care of his bruises and scrapes. Then she talked about how sweet he was, kissed him on the cheek, and then the lips. And it all went downhill from there. It was a fantasy she always let go through her head whenever she used her little 'Shepard', always managing to orgasm when the fantasy ends with him proclaiming his love for her and her accepting that love. And his seed. She often ended up pregnant and if she needed to further the fantasy, which was rare, they lived a life absolutely filled with wild, primal bareback sex.

But as she idly ran the pointed tip of the toy over her puffy cuntlips, shivering from stimulation and eager to get on with it, her mind just wouldn't accept the fantasy. Usually went that happened she thought of Dale. But when she did that, she felt that crushing weight of depression. It waited for her mind to latch onto him, to pounce and turn her into a sobbing wreck. So it turned to the scent that wafted about heavily in the room. That scent she never would be able to pay such attention in detail to if it weren't for her heat, simply having gotten used to it over their life growing up together. The scent of the male who often dropped everything for the sake of her well-being. He even gave his virginity to her, without telling her. And playing it off as if it were a great honor to give the gift to her. She, rather shamefully, thought of her brother's cock.

Her mind overlaid the image of it over the toy she probed against her lips, a mental shadow of her brother hovering over her as she gasped in need. She closed her eyes, his face filling her head, an intense look in his green eyes, shining in the dimness of his reading light, shining with desire. She arched her back as she plunged little Shepard in, it's knot pushing against her entrance. Even though it wasn't a true knot like a canine's, her brother's was still bigger. That thought made her groan, as she imagined the throbbing of her brother's cock buried in her wanting cunt. Her toy was... Largely unsatisfying, not nearly as hard as the real thing, which meant that it couldn't stimulate those sensitive clusters of nerves like Dale had. Like her brother *definitely* had with just how hard he got inside her. But as she pictured her brother and remembered the feelings of what he did to her that first night, Shepard felt like heaven.

She took it slow, grinding it deep inside her lust-hungered pussy, walls stretching lightly around the cold latex girth, pushing the knot against her entrance and pulling it back, thrusting it back in with a very wet 'SCHLRK!'. The sound made her whimper, and as she went to do it again, her hand slipped off the toys base and a finger, lubed with her slick, thick fluids, pushed directly into a far tighter hole.

Now she was no stranger to Anal, but it had been a very long time since she played around with it. That's exactly what the vibrator was for. She didn't know if she planned to use it this time, she always simply brought it in case she felt adventurous, but as her ring stretched around her finger, pain overlaid with the increased pleasure her heat granted, and the weird feeling of being spread like that... She decided to take advantage of the accident.

She tugged little Shepard out of her cunt, giving it a quick cleansing lick before resting it on her brother's pillow, smearing her mess all over it. Oh, she'd just wash that too, she figured. She nabbed the little vibrator she left next to her head, holding it by the egg and grabbing the remote. She was a bit wary of just slipping it into her rear, always afraid of it getting stuck, or worse. But at least the rubber coated wire was a reassuring way to pull it back out. She turned it on, sending it abuzz.

Sliding it down to the swollen source of her heat, she ground it against her clit, and let out a muffled scream into her palm before pulling it away, whimpering quietly and slipping it down to her sopping wet cuntlips.

FUCK! She was so SENSITIVE! That actually hurt!

It felt far easier to handle as she let it buzz against her labia, still almost painful as it was a harsh feeling compared to the soft, gentle stretch of her toy sliding inside her... Or the gentle, tender way her brother ground his cock into her.

Fuck, she had to stop thinking about Sam.

But she couldn't help it. She slid the egg, now entirely coated with her slick sticky fluids, down to her tight pucker, and took a deep breath. She relaxed and closed her eyes, the vibrating of the toy doing nothing to help as she slowly eased it in. It was definitely thicker than her finger, maybe half again the girth of it. It was getting past the initial penetration that was the real trick. She quietly groaned as the vibrations sent her nerves affray, and let out a soft gasp as it reached half point, stretching that unbearably tight ring of anal flesh, the vibrations massaging the sharp pains of stretching so quickly away, and then it popped it without little more effort. She took in sharp huffs of breath as the vibrations spread, only able to feel them directly in her surrounding nerves, and as she turned it up to max, she could even feel the dull sensations vibrate her swollen little clit. It felt far better than the pain of direct contact.

Then she grabbed Shepard. She had only done this maybe, twice, in the three years of sex she experienced with Dale, and neither of them involved Dale's cock. The experiences were idle curiosity, and she found she liked it. She slid Shepard in, the latex now cold, easily stretching her cunt until its knot pushed lightly against her entrance.

At this point, she was on edge, and ready to finish. She squeezed her eyes shut, and couldn't help the image of her brother beneath her, his finger lightly poking at her backdoor as she ground on his cock. That was the image that Shepard's knot popped in. It was girthy enough that, as it spread the thin wall between her vaginal passage and anal, it pushed against the egg. And then the vibrations spread through her whole cunt, and she released.

She turned her head, grabbing a fistful of her brother's blanket and pushed it against her face to muffle the scream, the unintended effect of flooding her olfactory senses full of his scent only intensified the orgasm, that particular spot of the sheet, ironically enough, was the same exact spot her brother orgasmed into her the first time. No amount of washing in less than a week would wash that intense smell away, and he hadn't washed it since right after they fucked. The smell tricked her body into believing that a red hot male was helping it along, breeding her. That was perfect, it'd sate her heat for quite a while. She pictured her brother's climax as she came, flooding her cunt. The warmth that spread from her estrus fueled pleasure was similar to the way it felt when her brother filled her with seed.

And boy did she make a mess. She twitched and convulsed around the vibrating knot of her toy, her fluids leaking heavily down into the sheets, her orgasm lasting for a full thirty seconds.

Her record was forty, not that she was keeping track.

Pleasure shot through her nervous system and at this point felt like fire following a gasoline trail. It got *hot*. Her mind was ablaze with pleasure as it intensified, and she squealed into the blanket like a young girl who met her favorite boyband personally.

She was sad that it wasn't as blindingly intense as the blazing orgasm that her brother gave her. But it was still pretty great.

When she came down, she was quick to slip the egg out, shivering as its vibrating stimulated the sensitive nerves of her pucker, and then just lied there in her brother's bed, her cunt still lazily dripping femcum around Shepard's knot, stroking her puffy lips idly with her fingers. They weren't sensitive now, well, they were, but not like the prod-poking-her-with-electric-fire kind of sensitive anymore.

After a full few minutes of being in a daze, basking in the afterglow, she got up and set her toy on her brother's pillow, pulling off the sheets, gathering up the blankets, and dragging them through the house to the laundry room, loading it up and turning it on. She clapped her paws together and rest her fists on her hips and gave a satisfied "Harrumph!" before moving back to her brother's room.

She grabbed her toys and washed them in the bathroom, carefully wrapping them back up in her black plastic "Naughty Sack", before hiding them back down in her dresser. She wasn't old enough to visit the sex shop, so she had asked mom to get her something.

Mother was very liberal when it came to sex, believing that even masturbating was good for the soul. So she obliged the request readily. She came home with more than that, and explained, much to Samantha's chagrin, in detail how her father had some rather interesting kinks. She really did not need to know her own parent's bedroom habits.

When all was said and done, having washed her crotch the best she could, she slipped into fresh panties and wandered back into her brother's room, sitting at his desk and popping open his laptop. "Now, I wonder what brother has been up to lately." She wondered out loud. He didn't keep his computer password locked since he was the only one who used it. Minus her. She had a suspicion he did that so she could use it.

With a sigh, she tic takked away, going through his browsing history. It brought her to a forum that, as she browsed it, sounded a lot like the storyboard that Mindy had said they were a part of. And from there, she browsed, and browsed and browsed. All day.

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It was later that evening that Sam came home, pulling Samantha's attention away from the TV. Tiffany was in tow, looking fairly giddy as she quietly shut the door behind her, and as Sam studiously ignored her to walk toward the hallway, he stopped in the kitchen and turned to Samantha.

Their eyes met and they stared for a long, long moment. Tiffany had made her way over (distracted by taking in the sight of the twin's foyer/living room) and waved a feathered hand in front of her face. "You guys okay?" She said, her voice light, and surprisingly clear of mumbling for once.

Samantha and Sam ignored her for another moment. Until Sam cautiously sniffed the air. "You made it didn't you?" He asked, accusingly.

She smirked and straightened up on the couch. "I did."

"Sautéed the onions and mushrooms?" He took another sniff.

"You betcha. Used extra milk so it's extra creamy too." She leaned forward on the couch and sent him a challenging grin. "S. O. Y. M. I. L. K." Even her voice was a challenge.

Sam took the bait, darted over and tackled his sister into the couch, cuddling into her fluff and squirming. He went into full on child mode. Tiffany stared at him in wonder as he shouted "FUCK I HAVEN'T HAD MUSHION SOYMAC IN FOREVER!"

"What's...? S-soymac? Mushion? What's that?" The bird asked, bright hazel eyes wide as she stared at Sam, his face firmly planted against his sister's breast. Normally that should have been a perverted sight. But with the way he giggled and squirmed, his rear wiggling and sending his tail into a strange dance that looked like a giant cotton-candy snake slithering, he looked like a complete child. A total farcry from the lusty beast he was at the sleepover. The thought of that still made her shiver, and the fact they let her lay with them... 'I'm a bit of a freak.' She had to admit to herself.

"Macaroni and cheese. Some people like using milk to make it creamy, it also keeps the cheese from hardening so fast. Except I use soy. Sam loves sautéed onions and mushrooms, so a long time ago I thought of the idea of putting it in and mom tried it. It's been his favorite dish since, and I learned how to make it properly." Samantha said, smiling fondly as she stroked her fingers through her brother's hair. "You got a haircut brat." She said in a tone that sounded rather similar to their mother's 'stern' tone. "Now how am I supposed to dress up as you for Halloween?" Though she'd never let on. She really liked her brother's hair as long as hers. Whenever they had one of those 'I need comfort' moments, she could play with it, run her fingers through it, it was just nice.

"Yeah so? You're not my mom. Stupid old hag! Go fluff and die!" He leapt off the couch and darted into the kitchen, bee lining for the pot on the stove and preparing a bowl for him. He stopped, thought about it, and prepared one for Tiffany as well.

Said bird sat beside Samantha, leaning in close as she watched Sam move about with giddy excitement, a childish glee in his eyes. "Mindy told me about your talk." She said quietly, offering a sympathetic smile. "I don't think you need to worry much. He's been worried about you this whole time. I think he was distancing himself from you for your own sake. Although it kinda sucked, I was hoping to spend some more..." She suddenly took on a very distracted gaze, a look that looked oddly similar to the look from the sleepover crossing over her face. "Intimate time with him." She turned it on Samantha herself, and gave her a wink. "Or you."

The sister only gave her a blank stare. "I knew it. You're a total skunkophile."

"Guilty as charged. I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him. I got to know him through you... And you being twins... Well, you... Ya' know. Two in in the hand is better than three in the bush."

Samantha drew her legs up to her chest, giving Tiffany a small stare at the butchered analogy. But smiled nonetheless as she thought about what she said of her brother. That would mean that he's not mad at her. She felt relief. But at the same time, that was stupid. Staying away from her for her own sake? She needed him right now god damnit!

It was also a good thing, though. That meant they wouldn't have sex. That was a good thing, right? That's mostly what she was worried about. How to stop that particular taboo. It was so, fucking, incredibly wrong.

But it felt so, fucking, incredibly wonderful.

Sam came back, and forced his way between the two girls, handing one bowl to the bird beside him. She snuggled up to his side, the sight making Samantha smile as she leaned in, with quite a bit of hesitation, and finally rest her head on his shoulder. She returned her attention to the show she had been watching. "Habanero Effect" or something like that. It was some stupid reality show, but it was hilarious, magicians pranking people. They were very clever tricks. She still didn't know how they did any of them, such as turning into a mannequin right in front of their eyes.

She relaxed and sighed, nuzzling into her brother's shoulder as she grew drowsy. Earlier today really wore her out. She heard tiffany giggle, probably at the television, and then froze. She took in a breath, and her brother's smell filled her nose. 'Fuck'.

She sat straight up and clambered away from her brother, her ears twitching, before she stood up. "What the hell bitchtit. All I asked was if we could go into your room to watch movies. You don't have to get all rude about it." Sammy grumbled, glaring at her.

She turned back to him and gave him a sheepish smile. "S-sorry. It's just... It's my estrus week, and you haven't showered. It's just making me a tad bit..." The look on Tiffany's was a tad bit weird. "Uncomfortable."

"Oh... Oh!" Sam said, his eyes going wide. He gnawed at his lip before standing up and running to the shower. "Sorry turd. I forgot how sensitive you get when I'm around. I uh..." He looked off to the side, Tiffany resting a hand on his shoulder. "I should be there for you. I didn't realize."

"It's fine. Stop being all emotional and crap. It's unbecoming of a slave." She said, throwing her head haughtily up into the air, doing her best 'sexy dominique' pose. All she earned was laughter.

Tiffany and Samantha migrated to her room, the bird unable to absorb every sight of the room despite her best attempt. She asked about every picture, every knickknack, and every poster that she had on her walls or shelves. Honestly she was glad for the company, answering and reminiscing about every memory that had been captured on camera. The morning had been lonely, and yesterday had been just as bad, especially after her meltdown. She asked mother to not talk about it to anyone. She really didn't need anyone to know. She relaxed, having pulled her tail around her shoulders, enough that it was like both a neck brace and a pillow, and leaned back into her bed. Tiffany was absolutely absorbed into the show that they had been watching in the living room now, and went silent. For Sam, between being comfortable and the noise, she didn't know Sammy had come back until a pillow hit her face.

"Y-you... Left your... Pillow in my room." She heard him grumble. She blinked before realization dawned on her face. This pillow absolutely reeked of her cunt. This was the one she set her ass on earlier, and her toy. She forgot to wash it and he just went into his room, and no doubt smelled it, if not got a face full of it.

'O-oh god...' was all she could think, her face flaring up into a blaze of fiery embarrassment. She caught sight of him drop a pair of what looked a lot like panties on her dresser, discreetly so Tiffany didn't notice. Samantha realized she forgot to pick those up too.

She let out a small whimper. The expression he was wearing as he stared at her made the image of him hovering over her in bed pop into her head, and they were exactly the same. Tt was a serious and... he quickly covered it up with a smile. But she knew that look. And it only furthered her shame and embarrassment, watching him discreetly conceal his arousal.

He coughed and slid onto the bed, this time on the other side of Tiffany, who suddenly looked infinitely happier, and the reason was obvious as she clung to Sammy's arm. And tugged him over so she could press against Samantha's arm.

Sam had a giggle fit and gave the girl a small hug, lending her tail to the girl to enjoy. "The girls were right about you. You're smitten aren't you?" The bird gave her a shy smile and shrugged at the question, resting her head on Samantha's shoulder.

An hour later, after simple small talk between the pair and their guest, she stretched her wings.

"I really should be going." She suddenly piped up, leaning over to give Sammy's neck a small affectionate nibble with her beak. "I'd like to stay but I think that'd be asking too much from a second date. Besides, you have something that you need to talk to your sister about." She stood up, stretching her arms. Her arm's feathers fluffed outwards, the blue plumes making it look as if she really did have wings. "You just make sure you come back in here Sam." She put on a very stern look and stared Sammy into taking back any words of protest he was about to say before she left the room, giving them one last wave.

Samantha, brought her tail back to herself and hugged her knees up to her chest as Sam went to walk Tiffany out. He came back a few moments later and, out of habit of whenever he and his sister talked seriously, shut the door behind him. "So, buttmunch." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed, as far away from her as possible. She couldn't tell if it was because of her heat, or something else. He was fidgeting however, and she found it cute despite the sudden weight of the mood between them.

"So, pencil-dick." She replied, just as evenly. She rest her chin on her knees, her tail flipping out beside her, lazily swishing over her bed. She met his gaze and they sat there for a few minutes before she finally had enough. "So, talk away dickmunch. It's not going to get out there if you don't speak."

He gave a small nod of his head and took in a deep breath. "What you and Mindy were talking about that morning. I do feel used." He said, exhaling a big sigh. Samantha winced, but refused to hide behind her tail. "I feel taken advantage of and feel like I have existed to help you. But I... I've wanted you to. I care about you Samantha. You really are my world, like your friend said. Since we were growing up and even today. I don't have friends. I don't bother making them, I don't know how. I'm afraid of people I don't know, and I hate getting to know them because I'm afraid that I'll have to leave them. That's why I've always needed to be around you. I get to know people through you. You're my comfort zone."

Whatever he was going to say, that wasn't it. But he wasn't done. "You've been my only friend up till now. I've grown dependent. The thought of not being around you is painful. I've grown used to being there for you through thick and thin. I don't... I don't really know how to feel a lot of the time. I bottle everything up inside when I'm upset, because I hate it when people show sympathy to me. People except you. And helping you when you're suffering makes a lot of my troubles just ease away." He looked her in the eye, and the look on his face and tone of his voice made her realize that it probably didn't matter what she did, she'd never cease being his Sister. "You're a bitch. A buttmunch. A fluff-sniffer. And you're my Samanamafa."

He hadn't used that name since they were cubs. Her eye widened and she choked up. She didn't even think he remembered that far back. He wasn't able to speak properly when he was younger, so he stumbled over a lot of his words. The psychologist feared it was a verbal dyslexia caused by anxiety. Her parents feared that he had a disorder and wouldn't be able to be around other people as it got worse when near strangers. But he grew out of it. It turned out to be a massive confidence issue that probably stemmed from their constant moving, and she had labored so hard trying to teach him how to speak properly. That was what he called her, the first time he tried saying her name after remaining mute for a year, afraid of speaking himself. And it just kind of stuck, even as he spoke better. He grew out of it of course. But that he remembered was very touching, as he rarely said it, and never out of private. This would be the first time in almost six years.

"I hate you too, Sammy." She said, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'm sorry for using you for my own personal comfort. But I'd rather you take my thanks instead of an apology. You've really helped keep my mind off of Dale. I didn't realize how torn up over him until you weren't here to cheer me up every time I started to feel down. I just wanted you to know that. I used you, but that's because I couldn't rely on anyone else. There isn't anyone else." She sighed, and crawled forward on her bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning against him to hug. He hugged her back and nuzzled his face into her shoulder with a small sigh. "Plus the sex was pretty damn great." She said into his hair.

He pulled away and starting laughing, swatting at her as she fell back. He gave her a curious look, calming down and hummed in thought. "So... About the sex. Can we... Have more sometime? I don't want you to think that it made me feel shitty, despite you being a total bitch and using it as an outlet for your frustrations."

She almost thought he were serious, and smacked him with her tail, giving a small laugh. "I'll think about it after my heat's over." She said as she relaxed back onto a pillow.

Sam suddenly looked like a devil and he grinned. "How was I compared to Dale?"

She had the decency to look horrified. "What!? Why I never! Never ask a lady about her sexual encounters, you damn snot-sucker!" He coughed sheepishly and looked over at the television, now playing some stupid reality show about the ghettos on the east coast or something. "Although..." She instantly garnered his attention. Did he really want to know that badly? "I can't really say I'm not biased. I was with Dale for years after all. But, you were definitely bigger. Actually incredibly amazing for your first time." She said, leaning back in her bed. "And lasted longer. Dale was a wonderful lover in his own way. He knew all of my sensitive spots, and didn't have to last long to please me and leave me sated. Just like..." She paused. Could she really say that? "I guess, like you're a wonderful lover in your own way. It felt like we fit together like a puzzle. Like..." She blushed, but had to say it. She already was too far into the explanation. "Kind of like your dick was sculpted to fit me, like your body just kind of meshes with mine when we cuddle. I guess being conceived at the same time does that."

He smiled and gave her a small nod, getting up and walking out towards her door. "I'm going to sleep early. I haven't slept well, so I figure now that things are settled and we're both reassured that we hate each other properly like usual, I'm going to get some much needed sleep. And maybe I'll wake up at the proper time for once."

Samantha nodded, flopping back into her bed as she watched him leave. "Hey, stupid." She said, smiling at him as he turned around. "Do a better job at hiding your boners. Tiffany couldn't keep your eyes off it when you returned my... Ahem. Your pillow to me. You're lucky she was so absorbed in mentally blowing you that she missed my panties." He scowled and turned back away quickly, making her giggle. "And Sammy?" He sighed and paused again. "I'm glad I got to be your first time." She wrapped her arms up around her tail. "Dale knows now. So expect more drama. Probably tomorrow. I'll most likely need you to be there. He uh... I don't think he approves. I wonder how he found out."

"He'll live. Want to say just say you've been cheating on him with your brother? Now that'll show him for being so hasty in moving on." He laughed as she through his pillow at his face and walked off into his room, the pillow that smelled so heavily of his sister in hand. She stared at the door for a few moments before letting out a small sigh. She glared down at her crotch and spread her legs. This entire time. She discovered that she had a problem. Since using his room to get off earlier, just the presence of her brother made her itch. Her pants were soaked through, and the only reason she managed to keep her scent from spreading was by squeezing her legs tightly together. Another minute, and it probably wouldn't have helped. She had to restrain herself, keep a sharp hold on her arousal. She wasn't being urged to pounce her brother. No, she just really, really fucking wanted to.

Even after he showered she could still smell him and it drove her nuts. She let out a sigh and muttered. "I am in control of my own urges. I control what I want." She stripped, left her soiled pants in the corner, cleaned herself with the still dry bits of her panties, and slipped into a fresh pair. "I am in control of my own urges. Only I tell me what to do." She slid underneath her blankets and snuggled in comfortably. "And..." She gave a soft groan before rolling onto her back. "And I know what I want." With that thought she succumbed to sleep.

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She awoke with a start. For what had to have been the umpteenth time. She growled and thrashed her tail angrily in her bed beside her. She glared at her clock and then sat up in bed, staring at her door. Her body burned. Her dreams had been pure torture. They were passion filled dreams. Some with Dale. Those angered her when she woke up. She knew she wouldn't get over him instantly. It'd probably be months before she even came to terms with it. But fuck! She was sick of the pain!

And some of those dreams had Sammy's mark all over them. At least she wasn't upset with him. He cared. He didn't leave her before answering her properly on whether they should split up. Dale was an idiot. She loved him, and he tried. But he was still just a big... Dumb... Idiot!

Her tail twitched irritably, before she started calming down, and flopped down into her bed again. She rolled onto her face and took a deep calming breath...

Fuck. This was exactly where Sammy had been sitting. There was the small, underlying scent of Tiffany, but as a bird, she didn't have much of one. Not like Sam did. His was powerful. Warm. Embracing.

"I'm in control of my urges, I control what I want." She growled out, sitting up in her bed, her eyes glaring daggers at her door. "I'm in control of my urges. And unfortunately." She said, reaching over and setting her alarm for the first time in ages, far earlier than anyone in the house normally woke. "I know what I want, and I am going to take it."

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Sunday Morning

Sammy woke up. He didn't open his eyes quite yet. He didn't need to. All was right with the world, and in the first time since Tuesday, he woke up feeling great. It was earlier than he normally liked to wake up, he could just tell, but that was acceptable with how much better he felt. He finally did open his eyes with a wide yawn and smacked his lips. And blinked at the sight he saw.

"Good morning, Sammy."

He reached his paws up and rubbed his eyes, but she was still there. "Um... Hi. Good morning." He replied nervously, shifting in his bed and realizing that he couldn't.

The main reason was that his sister was hovering above him. Her hair had fallen over his face and blocked most of his view. He could really only look at her face. Her hands were on either side of his shoulders, keeping him from shifting lift or right, and her legs straddled his knees. She had wormed her way under the blanket, and he was painfully aware that she was not wearing anything, what, with the damp spot resting on his thigh. And neither was he.

Normally he slept in his boxers, but he felt them around his ankles. She must have pulled them down while she was asleep. For her to do that... He must have been sleeping incredibly hard, no pun intended. Not to mention that she had her weight on his thighs, keeping him from going anywhere. That should have awoken him.

She moved her hands to his wrists, and pushed down hard, leaning forward until her nose touched his. Her half lidded green eyes sparkled in the low light filtering in from his covered window, and as she shifted atop him, a very heavy smell he was familiar wafted up from under his blankets. It had saturated the air beneath his comforter so that even a small change of air pressure brought the scent of his sister's heat across his nose.

It was sharp, heavy and warm. It was also pungent, and most people would probably say it reeks. But to a skunk, it was highly alluring, very desirable. To Sammy, he already thought his sister smelled nice. She had a sassy, sour smell to her. It always smelt alive and energetic. It made his mouth water. He quickly became aware that his morning wood, normally unresponsive unless fooled around with, suddenly grew hot simply from her scent and gave him a single throb as it fully hardened and stood at attention, tip kissing the fur of her belly.

"You and I haven't spent much time together the past couple days." She stated in a fairly breathy voice. It made his chest flutter uncomfortably, like a flock of butterflies had suddenly grew inside him to cause him discomfort. "I thought we could make up for lost time." She tilted her head to keep her nose out of the way and ghosted her lips over his. Her tenderness was completely at odds with the way her fingers squeezed his wrists, almost painfully, pinning them to the bed. He was essentially powerless for the moment and was forced to bathe in her scent, her breath ghosting over his face.

"B-butt..." He winced, and let out a soft gasp as she shifted. Her fluffy ass ground up into his crotch, trapping his cock against his belly, which was rapidly upgrading from 'I'm really hard and ready to go right now' to 'Oh-fuck-jesus-christ-help-I-need-help-it-hurts-it's-so-hard' status, between her buttcheeks. And what an amazing feeling that was. Her ass spread just perfectly as she moved her hips, his cock slowly sinking into the crevasse of her crack. He bit his lip and let out a groan. She feathered a kiss over his lips and let out a shuddered breath over his snout as a movement made his tip glide over the pucker of her tailhole, before she sat full on his cock and smiled down at him. "Mmm... M-munch." He finished, desperately searching for his breath. "W-what the hell are you d-doin'?"

She ghosted another kiss to his lips, her whispered breath sweet and seductive as her voice, before kissing along the side of his muzzle until she could nip softly at his neck, her incisors grazing his jawbone. He shuddered and gave an involuntary thrust of his hips, making her gasp as his cock shifted beneath her. She lift her tail awkwardly under the blanket, lifting it up. A rush of air wooshed out as she let it back down and her arousal rich scent washed over him, further blanketing his mind. "You know how I believe that females in heat are entirely in control of themselves." She said, her lips sliding up to his ear. "That we're in control of our urges. Well... I know I'm in control of my urges." She slid her hips forward, and he let out a groan, music to her ears, and gave her own gasp as she felt the red hot tip of his cock tease over her soft, pliable labia.

She shifted so that his tip eased her lips apart, and let it sit there, feeling his length pulse against her. "I just happen to really... Really... Really want you." She finished, giving a soft growl in her throat. It was a soft, girlish sound and Sam couldn't help but think it was cute. "I want your scent, so deep and rich. It's been torturing me all day. I can't stand it." She buried her face into his neck and took in his smell. "Your taste." She nipped at his neck before leaning back and pushing her lips against his. She immediately dived between his lips wither her tongue the moment he let out a gasp as her soft pussy flesh stimulated a sensitive spot over his cock, and weakly pressured back against her lips, fighting uselessly against her tongue. She held the kiss for only a moment before she pulled away, arching her back and sliding her chest over his, breasts disheveling his fur, nipples poking through and to his flesh, achieving a moment of full body contact before she stared down at his face, and his jaw slid open, like he wanted to say something, but came out like a pathetic, drawn out moan as she shifted and slid down his cock. Her hole stretched, clenching as she eased his shaft further into her. Her body was burning like a blaze, growing hotter and hotter as it believed it was finally going to receive the seed it needed to release. A grin spread over her lips, a devious, sly grin as she managed to slide every inch of his cock into her.

She definitely WAS going to receive the seed her body needed to release.

She spread her legs in a now rather familiar position, his length sinking that last tiny distance until his head pressed painfully against her cervix... Except that this time it didn't hurt. This was what her body demanded, and rewarded her with a shock through her nervous system. Her lips parted and she let out an airy breath across his face. "The feel of you inside me. I want it all Sammy. I don't know, maybe I'm falling in love with you." She thought it highly unlikely as she stared down into his eyes, so identical to her own. Those words made them open wide, and he was about to speak but she silenced him with a kiss. Just because she didn't believe she was falling in love, she knew she was in love with the feeling of his cock. "Maybe. You make me feel so wonderful, Sammy, that I can't tell if I'm beginning to love you, or if I just really, really like the feeling of having sex with you. It's so passionate it makes my heart stop and my gut clench. I think I became addicted to it after that first time. No..." She began rolling her hips forward, his cock being forced against his belly and pushing against her fleshy muscles, stretching them in an oddly uncomfortable way, and she craved it even more. "I AM addicted. Addicted to sex with you. I simply want to show you my appreciation. You rely on me so much, and do your best to keep me going. Well I want to thank you, and show you that I rely on you too." She slid her hips back down, and let out a gasp as she filled herself entirely with his cock again, his body twitched beneath her, and he let out a held breath, hot against her face as his shaft shuddered. "I'm relying on you to end my heat, Sammy. I need you to end it now."

He felt his lip quiver, so he bit down on it. He bit hard enough that a small drip of red stained his fur. It hurt, but it was entirely drowned out by the feeling his sister was providing, far different than the simple sex they had thus far. The heat she was going through made the entire experience painfully intimate. He found it hard to breath, his chest overcome with the passion of it all. He drank her words, just as he drank the pleasure she was allowing him. He gave a hump of his hips, and she weakened, falling back down into a prone position on his body. He pulled his hands free of her grasp and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He nosed into her white hair as she rest her cheek on his chest. "Okay." Was all he said, stroking a hand up her back and over her hair.

He brushed the back of his fingers over the cheek she didn't have pressed against his chest, and had no doubt she could hear how hard his heart was beating. Her ear twitched when he breathed over it, and for a moment he didn't move, simply enjoying the way her inner muscles hugged around his cock, his shaft occasionally giving a twitch from over stimulation whenever she squeeze. He shifted to feel the swell of her breasts squish against his chest, her nipples dragging through his fur. He imagined, that if he really ended her heat, her breast would swell... Along with her belly. Somehow that mental image made him feel even hotter. "I just want you to know I wasn't avoiding you because of what you and Mindy talked about. That would be stupid." He slid his hand down her back, enjoying the way it curved lightly, and how wonderful it felt to curve his fingers over the hill of her rump. "I was just scared. I didn't want you to..." He shook his head and dug his fingers into his sister's ass, suddenly giving a powerful thrust that bounced her atop his body. She grasped his chestfur in her fists and let out a moan as his cock drove against her barrier, and throbbed once. "I didn't want you to replace the man in your life with me." He finished, with a small panting breath. "I didn't want you to accidentally replace Dale with your own brother. Because that's what it felt like was going to happen and... I thought you'd be miserable. And I felt miserable being compared to him."

"You should know enough about me by now that..." She smiled and nuzzled into his chest, starting to grind her hips. Her legs were getting cramped, as she had originally been on her knees. She was flexible enough to lay forward like this but over long periods of time it was just... She really didn't give a fuck about the discomfort. This was starting to feel amazing. She wasn't just in this to fuck her brother, she wanted him to feel great too. And in this position, he seemed to enjoy her body the most. "That I do whatever the fuck I want. You can't tell me what to do, asshole." She said. She said it quietly, interrupted by a gasp or stutter whenever his shaft pushed into a sensitive spot or stretched her too far. Even though it was a mean thing to say, it was the sweetest possible thing she could have said to him, in this context. "If I want you to fill the void Dale is leaving, then I will. R-right now... Mmmh, fuck! You're filling a void in me that has nothing to do with that jerk."

She slid her fingers down his side and behind her backside, pushing herself up atop him, angling his cock back into that sweet, wonderful position as she bounced once and drove it up against her cervix again. Perhaps she had a bit of a breeding fetish deep down inside, because as she did it again, a gasp leaping to her lips as it jostled her barrier again, she only felt hotter. 'I guess that would fit. Because the idea of getting pregnant right here is the single greatest turn on I've felt. Second only to fucking my own brother.' She grit her teeth and leaned forward, bracing a paw on his chest as she started to ride and grind against his crotch in earnest. He held her gaze, perhaps to test her, to see if she truly wanted to do this. And she stared just as deep right back as she let out a long, drawn out moan. 'Actually I think the single greatest turn on is going to be getting impregnated by my own brother.'

He rest his hands on her thighs, as she gropes and squeezed his sack. That was quite possibly her favorite thing to do. She enjoyed it so much, and judging from the way his cock leapt inside her and the look on his face, he did too. That or it was the intense feeling of her heat.

Because it was very, very hot. Her cunt was like a furnace, far warmer than any of the other times he was able to experience it. Even her fluids were hot, and whenever his cock slipped even partway... Oh god, the smell. That amazing pungent needy smell. He couldn't get enough of it, and every whiff that he had the pleasure of catching, made his groin ache. It screamed her desire and need for his cock. It didn't care that he was her brother. Actually, he liked to imagine that it was specifically screaming for him in particular. He slid his hands to her ass and gripped it, sitting himself up. He buried his face into her neck and drank in her estrus-fueled smell like a thirsty man in a desert oasis. It drove his pace on, actually using his grip on her ass to lift her hips, bouncing her ass into his lap. It drove his cock into that inner barrier over and over, and she started to ache. It hurt. It hurt so, fucking, amazingly good. She rolled his balls in her palm, squeezing every soft often. They felt heavy. The thought of the gift inside made her mouth water, and judging by the way his small knot started stretching her lips every time he thrust in and out, he was getting close.

He was so close... She didn't feel pleasure in the traditional sense. There was going to be no mind blowing orgasm, she could tell immediately. As he built up towards his climax, his cock's throbbing increasing whenever he sat still, she began to feel anxious. Impatient. His sack filled her palm. It was so full, so heavy, oh god. "I c-can't breathe. F-fuck. Give it to me, damn you. Fill my pussy. Fill your sister's pussy!" She wheezed. It was so difficult to breath, her chest started tightening up at the thought of the imminent flood of cum. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into his neck, his lips kissing her ear. She could hear how difficult a time he was getting a proper breath, exhaling air in shudders so hot that it almost matched up with the heat of her own body. "Give me your cum! I need it! Please!" She said more urgently, her fingers gripping his sack as it twitched, shifted, alive in her hand as he prepared to blow his load. "End my heat! Give me your baby, brother! Fill me! Please! I need to you to get me pregnant!" Her voice was loud, and she whimpered between each exclamation as she pulled her face away from his neck to stare pleadingly into his. She was full on begging now. Her eyes glittered like emeralds as they teared up from the intensity of their fucking.

Her words did it for him.

He buried his face into her neck and bit down, sinking his teeth into her shoulder earning a cry of pain from her as his body tensed up and let loose, pulling her ass down so hard into his lap she whimpered. His cock drove into her cervix so roughly that she let out a yelp of pain, a needy, wanting pain, begging for her brother's release. It was paralyzing, the pleasure, he couldn't move a muscle as his seed began spewing from his cock and forced its way into her womb. Her heated, fertile, receptive womb. He wouldn't be able to pull out, even if he wanted to. And he came so much. The scent of her heat threw his mind into a frenzy, his cock pulsing with life as it oozed into her, forcing cum to dribble out her snatch and out of the seal of his almost useless knot. Her fur stood on end, leaning into her brother's rough hold on her neck, her snout held high as she let out this long, drawn out breath of air.

The feeling of his cum inside her... It felt even more amazing than before. It was like a splash... No, a torrent of cold water being sprayed over the fires of her need. She wet her lips and leaned in against his chest, her brother refusing to release his jaw from her flesh as his body forced him to pump every milliliter of his potent, virile seed into this receptive female that was his sister. She could almost imagine the seed of her brother burrowing into her eggs, giving her the child she so desperately wanted. "O-oh... G-god... This is so-" she bit her lip and let out a choked sob, tears coming to her eyes as a wave of relief washed over her. Sammy let her neck go, shuddering as he rode out the last few pleasurable waves of his orgasm, squeezing out the last few drops of his seed into his sister. She knew they weren't even needed. The way her body was responding to his... Gift, she knew she was pregnant. She was going to have a child with her own flesh and blood twin brother. "Wrong." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he lapped his tongue over the growing red stain on her shoulder. She felt absolutely terrified. Terrified because there was no turning back.

But she needed... No. She wanted her brother to be the one to take her heat.

He gave a small chuckle, finally confident enough to speak, enjoying the feeling of his sister's fingers combing through his hair as he cleansed the wound his incisors left with his tongue. "This is what you said you needed." She tasted so wonderful, even her blood that he drew out of her fur. He hoped she allowed him to get used to this. The feeling of being with her so intimately was addicting.

He laid her down, carefully, shifting awkwardly to maintain the union of their bodies, until they were on their sides, her thigh draped over her hip and one of his legs slung over hers. She reluctantly relinquished the deepest feeling of being full she'd ever felt to be in this position, and she didn't waste it, snuggling deep into his chest, his scent washing over her. "No, this is what I wanted. I didn't need it. That would imply I had no choice." She nosed into his hair and let out a satisfied sigh as her body finally relaxed. "But I did have a choice."

After a few minutes, as their bodies calmed and cooled, she realized something. Though the burning, needy heat was gone, and she was one hundred percent certain she had taken seed, the dull arousal she felt when she wasn't excited during a normal heat remained, despite knowing in her deepest of hearts his seed had already done its job sating her. She thought about what the idle arousal meant, and realized one thing. She was going to be a very, very.... Very horny skunk for a little while. "Sammy, my dearest Cockmonster." She said, a grin growing over her lips as she pressed them into a gentle kiss against his neck.

He yawned and pulled the blanket up tighter to his and his sister's shoulders, the smell of sex, arousal and estrus wafting up from beneath, and for once, he didn't really care if his sheets got washed right away in the morning. "Yes, slutmuffin?" He responded in kind, nosing into her hair.

"You may want to move some of your things in my room. I doubt you'll be using yours much. We'll be spending a lot of quality time with each other." She gave his chin a kiss as he looked down at her. "A lot. Of quality. Time."

He thought on that for a few moments before they heard the front door open and shut, footsteps and someone stumbling down the hall way. He heard his mother's voice saying something. Her words were slurred, he could tell that, despite not being able to hear clearly. The door to his room opened and he cracked an eye open to see his mother peek in. His sister had dozed off to sleep within moments after her declaration, and she was breathing peacefully into his chest. "Shh, l-let's... Lez go t-ta bed. W-we... We can tell th-them tomorrow." She mumbled quietly before shutting his door. His father chastised her. He suddenly felt glad to know at least there was one person in the house who didn't get drunk and do stupid things. Or just do stupid things in general.

He idly thought of flaunting his aid in satisfying his sister's heat. And he then realized that, without a doubt, he was going to be a daddy.

"Well... That just happened."