FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Concept based on a story by Inja

This story contains incest, in case you hadn't seen the icon already. You have been warned.

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Sometimes, it felt like attempting to relieve one's heat was way more trouble than it was worth.

Jaha bared her teeth as she ground down against the hips against her, and the small part of her that wasn't occupied with the sex she was having remarked that she was tired. And sore. The rest of the lioness, however, chuffed a breath as she leaned forward, lifting her own hips to slap them down again. Another moan spilled from her, riding that cock while her legs struggled against the work of lifting and dropping. It felt like she was barely herself, just something ruled by the desire for sex, for breeding, relentlessly in the now. The sensible portion of her, that had been relegated to a backseat long ago, was relieved that this union wouldn't result in any cubs. Probably. Assuming her birth control held.

The rest of her heat-addled self seemed quite determined to test the efficacy of her birth control, however. This desire, this NEED to be bred seemed insatiable, given the amount of rounds that had already elapsed and it was only now that the heat seemed to start to recede. That might have more to do with how much work she was putting in, physically. Her legs burned, breath ragged, and only the endorphins radiating from her sex kept her going. As for the lucky man she was having sex with, well… He was serving his role adequately.

Jaha felt the hips beneath her buck upward, catching her offguard and shattering what little attention she had managed to gather. Hands grabbed her ass, digging in claws as that lucky man took some initiative, with part of her muttering 'finally' as the rest of her basked. There was a ball of sensation, growing within her larger and larger, spreading to her extremities while she held on, panting harshly. Her legs trembled as that delightful member thrust and thrust and thrust, the lioness needing a little more. A thought occurred to her, and she turned it to action as she began to rub at her clit… and that's when she went off.

Jaha roared aloud, the wave breaking upon the lioness and spreading and spreading and spreading, with her lost amid the heated sea. Then her legs gave out, and she sat down hard before she was pushed to the side, landing unceremoniously on the bed. Something ancient stirred in her then, and with effort, she rolled to her back then from side to side, as if to help bury the planted seed within her.

The madness passed, and she lay there, slowly regaining her breath. So much of her felt sensitive, the touch of the bed sheets on her fur sending shivers where there weren't aftershocks. She could finally focus on something, contemplating the ceiling above her while little orgasmic waves ran their course. The room itself stank of sex and sweat and sex and musk and sex, and as she dragged a leaden limb down to play across her stomach, she wondered idly if frequency could cause birth control to fail. How many times had it been? She wanted… she still wanted. But also, her poor, abused pussy…

The lioness's gaze shifted downward, and she smirked. He was still hard, even as the shaft and a good deal of his crotch was covered in mostly her fluids. Her fingers slipped down to touch at her lower lips, and she hissed as a twinge of pain radiated from there. Way too much use in too short a time period, she determined. Also, worth it.

That hormone-driven desire to have more sex, annoyingly, did not seem to understand that she'd had plenty of sex already. But she had to acknowledge that, abused pussy aside, she wasn't quite ready to stop. After all, an extremely horny part of her reasoned, this entire situation was pretty fucked up, and couldn't get worse unless her birth control failed. Even though that was something she had been actively trying to make happen for the last… however long. She wasn't feeling particularly maternal, especially if she was going to be carrying her twin brother's cub, who hadn't moved after pushing her off him aside of gasping for breath. And because he hadn't moved, Jaha's eyes were free to wander over him, soon returning to the fact that he was still hard. Still. And while a part of her thought that maybe he'd make some girl really happy, the horny part of her rolled over that thought with "Why can't that be me, now?" which urged her to move to her side, reaching out and dragging her claws lightly down his stomach.

"Fuck, Jaha, what the fuck," Makini said flatly, teeth baring for a moment as he flinched. The lion, younger by a few minutes, pushed her hand off him while he glared at her, ears sealed back against his head. "Enough. I need a break. And to open a window." The fatigue showed in how slow he was in moving to a sitting position. Denied the view of his dick, Jaha rested her eyes on Makini's back, the furrows she already dragged through his fur and what she could do to make more and deeper ones. The aggressive thoughts continued as she contemplated how to get him to mate with her again. A primal desire within her shook itself, urging her to force him back to bed to finish the job he (she) started. Some movement, though, quickly reported on how much her body ached, not just her pussy. The lioness's legs were feeling particularly weak.

But Makini made it off the bed, going to the window and pushing it open before closing the blinds again. Fresher air did manage to get into the room, muffled by the stubbornly down blinds, and Jaha propped herself up on an elbow to look him over. Why was he so alluring right now? It had to be the heat talking. Had to be.

It was also probably the heat which lifted and spread her legs, hooking them under her arm, making sure he could get a good look at her messy nethers when she said "Hey Maki."

Makini's eyes cut towards her, and if anything his ears went back harder. "I told you, I need a break." Which wasn't a 'no', just a 'not right now'. She could work with that.

Jaha shifted to lift her legs a little higher. "Ever fuck a girl's ass?" His ears remained back, but the look in his face was more considering, the frown less intense. "C'mon. I just need you back inside me somehow. Please?"

It was one thing to have her hormones starting to scream at her to breed again, breed now, get back to breeding. But it was that look, that waver in her brother's face as his desire to stop having sex because he was tired ran full tilt into what she was offering, that was what set her heart to race in anticipation. They both knew that this sort of thing shouldn't happen again, even though this had irrevocably changed their relationship. But what was done was done, and as Makini looked away from her, she knew she had him. He cursed, yanked open a nightstand drawer, and produced a tube of lubricant. Why he had it, Jaha didn't know or care. As soon as a hastily lubed finger pushed inside her ass she hissed, then sighed, back arching as the madness took her over once again.

Why was her heat hitting so hard right now? Why was she more needy than she'd ever been before? It probably wouldn't have happened had he not sent that damn photo.

-*-

More than anything else, what surprised Jaha the most was that she wasn't disgusted. Well. There was some of that there, but the surprising thing was that it was felt so distantly. Any other time she had been subjected to a dick pic, it was sent by some stupid man hoping to either entice her with the size of his dick or just flex that he'd made her see it. It was always disgusting, mostly because it felt like a low-grade assault. This picture, though, was different because… well, it wasn't crude. Sure, it was a picture of a dick, but there was an immediate, tangible effort evident in the picture that could even be called artistry. The dick was the focus, but not to the exclusion of the torso beyond it, or of the leg folded with the knee resting on the armrest of the chair the selfie was taken in. No face, but she was sure she recognized it, and that made her more confused as a text followed it. "What do you think? ;3" When Jaha glanced up at the sender, which confirmed that yes, her brother had just sent her a nude.

The lioness's ambivalence led her to quash the more venomous response this kind of picture might have normally engendered. "Nice dick," she sent back. "You sure you meant to send this to me?"

Her brother was probably sexting some girlfriend or other of his, she wasn't keeping tracking of his life. Jaha had other things to take care of. She was at home, during college summer break, roasting despite the open window and fan blowing at her side, dressed in as little as possible, in the middle of tailoring yet another resume in the hopes that this next job board at least could get her an interview. Jaha made a note to shoot off another email to one of her favorite professors, since she'd been promised some internship or another, plus she still had to – why was her phone going off again.

Thrown off her rhythm, the lioness checked it. "Turnabout's fair play, you did send me your tits earlier," her brother had sent, with another winking face.

Why was this conversation still happening. Did he not realize who he… fine, whatever. Just send him another text, wonder why she was so freaking warm, and put her phone away. What an idiot her brother was being. Though apparently had an artist's eye or something, especially with how he had shown off not just his dick, but also the chest and flat stomach that a girl might also li—why was she thinking of her brother like this?

When her phone buzzed again, she welcomed the distraction. And then both eyebrows went up. "Maybe it is a little far," her brother had typed. Then, "You could always get even?" with another winking face.

What? What surprised Jaha further was that she had sent "So you escalated?" to him, which did the opposite of end this conversation. "If you wanna see a pussy so bad, go look at some porn," she texted back, pretty sure this was the end of the conversation. And her phone buzzed before she had a chance to put it down again, with his response: "But I wanna see yours"

For some reason, this comment struck her, deep enough in the pit of her stomach to make that frisson of feeling travel through her whole body. Jaha was waffling on ignoring this absurd conversation altogether when another text came through: "If you don't wanna show me, that's fine. But please?"

Again, that twinge, that sense that some bell had been struck deep within her and the waves were bouncing at the edges of her bodies and being reflected back inward. She licked over her lips, very deliberately typed out "We'll see" and then put her phone down on the desk. Jaha, at this moment in time, felt a bit foreign in her own body, and it was only through glancing at the calendar app and making some mental calculations that the lioness realized that she was in heat.

As if waiting for her to realize her own bodily predicament, a surge of heat washed through her, and she grunted. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it did feel a bit weird, as it always did, that her stray thoughts were heading toward sex again. Again. All the normal implements to get through this sort of time were still there, hiding underneath her bed after making it home from the college dorm. Jaha, however, found herself returning to that artfully taken selfie that her twin, kid brother had sent her in error. It was… hot.

The more she looked at the picture, the more Jaha's logic kept getting pushed out by that horny, heat addled mood. It didn't help that the phone then buzzed with a pleading face, and while it seemed pathetic it was also… cute. The lioness was wondering if she was actually going to send her brother a picture of herself while she was already moving to her bed, sitting on it, and leaning back.

A lightly brush of wind came through the open window, and Jaha shivered at the extreme temperature difference between her legs. Spreading them, she saw that her panties had completely soaked through, and a glance at her recently vacated chair saw a matching spot in the fabric. Fuck, she would probably have to clean that later, or at least put down a towel. Towel first.

The normality of grabbing something from the linen closet pushed aside the looming transgression she was about to take against polite society. Nor did it help that she could feel something trickle down her inner thigh as she was walking back to her room, closing the door while licking her own lips. She shifted and folded the towel for more absorption and tucking it under her butt. Then, on a whim, she snapped a picture of her wet panties, sending that along with "Look at what you did to me".

The string of emojis in response felt like her due, all things considered. And before the lioness could ask whether the tongue ones were panting or some desire to lick, Makini had responded with "I wanna do that and more, babe" followed by "I gotta get in between your legs and lick my way out". Interesting.

A hand had already dipped below her panties, a finger rubbing across her damp folds before dipping in with a shiver. One finger was usually just a nice appetizer to work herself up for a second if not something else, but for some reason (maybe how incredibly slick she was) the singular finger slipped inside easier than Jaha had anticipated. Of course, the wet spot she'd already left in her chair should have been the indication that this time things were gonna be a little different, but she thrust the single finger through herself a few times before pulling back and typing a response: "Maybe I should just ride your face and you can see if you survive".

"If I die, send me to Valhalla" was the near immediate response. Jaha sent back a "lol" and was quite content to leave it there, dropping her phone and laying back onto the pillow while she let her mind wonder exactly what her twin brother could do in the sack. Which, while messed up, was fine. It was just thoughts, just fantasies. One finger had graduated to two, and was now letting out involuntary moans that she tried to stifle with her free hand when her phone buzzed again.

"Look at what YOU did to ME" was the text, and she had picked it up so fast the image hadn't loaded yet. Jaha had a brief moment to wonder what the hell she was doing, perving on her brother like this when it did load: It was her brother again, still naked. No, more naked. Flicking back to the earlier picture clued her in to a detail she'd missed before: Makini in his underwear, some pair of nondescript black boxers. Now, the boxers were around a knee, the lion's legs spread pretty wide while his hand… well. Well. That was definitely him masturbating.

She couldn't study this picture for too much longer because another picture followed. It was a similar pose, but with the hand held open to show the strings of what had to be precum linking his hand to his dick. That show of virility pushed another noise out of Jaha while she glanced toward the door. Assuming Makini was still home, out that door and down the hall, there he would be… in that state of dress. Hard, and if that picture was any indication, achingly so.

Knowing that an obviously virile lion was nearby was all Jaha could think about. Would she be able to smell him if she went to the other end of the house? Would he be able to smell her if he ventured closer? It was doing things to her and only after she remembered who that lion male was did she remember some semblance of societal shame. Before it could overwhelm her, Jaha sent back "I think you did that to yourself. But I'll take credit for it if you want ;3" and was torn between the embarrassment of such a horrible flirt and the shame of a sent message notification.

Dropping her phone to the bed, she groaned, even as her fingers pumped furiously between her legs, and that groan soon shifted to something decidedly moan-like before she muffled herself against the crook of her arm. She could feel herself yearning, wanting, and flashes of that chest rising over her, pushing between her legs… Oh, this heat was bad bad, wasn't it?

Shame wasn't stopping her. Jaha knew at that moment that she wanted her brother, and a moment later, an orgasm struck. She stifled any noise against a pillow, rolling to her side as her body buzzed, trembling while she coasted through those waves. When it was over, she lifted her hand from between her legs, noting immediately the strong scent and the strings of fluid linking her two fingers when she spread them. This was going to require more drastic measures, and after wiping her hand off on the towel, she was groped about for her toy box under the bed. And then her phone went off again, with new messages.

"Hell yeah, take credit," her unknowing brother had sent back. "You should, because you're hot as fuck". Hot as fuck. Right now, she was burning up, and those words joined the chorus inside her, vibrating in that same horny frequency.

Her panties came off one leg, then. It was a careful detail from the last picture, and this new one that she sent before she could come to her senses was captioned with "Then I guess I can blame you for this? What do you think of your handiwork?" and a shot of her legs mostly spread, the panties hanging off one leg while her fingers spread her folds open to capture the pink within.

With her legs closed, Jaha rubbed her thighs together as she waited, actively, for the response. First a check mark, then a second indication successful transmission. Finally a "seen", and very quickly thereafter "typing…" She had a moment to wonder what he was going to say when she saw: "holy shit. Babe, you look fantastic like that. I need that on my face"

Did he wanna go to Valhalla already? "What's stopping you?" she sent back, recklessly.

"Only that you're not in the same room I'm in right now"

"That can be arranged." Was she seriously going to-- "What would you do if I was?"

The words that she typed and sent glared back at her. Definitely evidence that she'd let heat brain run far too wild. But while it looked like Makini was about to type something back to her, she glanced at her closed door. Beyond it as the hall way, and at the opposite end of that her brother's room. And that picture… Somewhere along the way, her brother had gotten hot and she hadn't really noticed. Or maybe, it was now that her heat made her notice.

"Spend a lot of time between your legs. Get my mouth in there and my dick."

Challenge accepted. At this point, if it was just heat brain talking to her, and there still existed the possibility she could get the relief she desperately needed in her own home, then she was going to do it. Dropping her phone on the bed, Jaha opened the door and marched down the hallway. The temptation to kick the door open was strong, but why do that when a simple turn of the knob could do the same?

"Yo, what the… fuck?" Makini said, scrambling to cover himself with a pillow. At the same time, the lion could probably see that his sister had just opened the door, and she was bottomless. And right about now, he could probably smell that his sister was in heat. Jaha stepped forward and closed the door behind her.

"I hope you're not shy now," she said, even aware of her own heart beating rapidly. "You did say you were gonna spend a lot of time between my legs."

Confusion flashed on his face, and he glanced at his phone, his ears flattening when he finally realized who he had sent those messages to. "Oh. Uh. S-sis, uh, that's, um. That's my bad, because, uh, see, I had meant to send it to—"

"I don't care who you meant to send it to. I'm asking you, right now, if you want some of this." Jaha walked up to the bed and put a foot on it, angling her hips to show off her wet, pouting folds to her brother.

Makini jumped, leaning away from her as he tried to desperately look anywhere but at the pussy she presented to him. Jaha saw him swallow, saw his nose twitch, and couldn't take it anymore. "Well?" she barked, getting close to losing her nerve.

"Uh. C-cubs…?"

"IUD."

"...okay but… you're my sister."

"Yep." Sick of the stalling, she grabbed him by his mane and yanked him forward. "Time to go to Valhalla."

Feeling breath on her damp pussy made her hiss through suddenly bared teeth. But she definitely felt the shiver that ran through him as he got the full force of her pheromone-laden scent, straight from the source. "Fuck, Jaha," she heard him mumble, before his mouth opened again and…

The tremor that wracked her at that first touch of tongue on pussy almost made her lose her balance. She didn't want to move, but also wanted to sink into this, to enjoy this, this sensation closer to sweet relief. Jaha barely needed to direct him, either; it seems rumors of him having a girlfriend or two weren't false, despite whatever relationships he'd had not lasting into the summer. When Makini started gently sucking on her clit, Jaha was wondering who left who and why. But not a lot of brain power got devoted to that, as more was being blasted with pleasure as the combination of her sensitive, heat-riddled body and Makini's surprising oral skill conspired together to make her weak in the knees. It took all her concentration to remain upright.

It also took concentration not to pull clumps of his mane off. She adjusted her hold, struck suddenly how his mane felt under her hands, even as she was gripping onto it for dear life while that ton-- oh that bastard. Makini's tongue had pushed into her folds, and when it came out, he was brushing his teeth against her clitoris before lathing it with his tongue. Even trying to suss out the individual sensations was getting harder and harder, and when the wave finally hit, Jaha wobbled while orgasm broke over her body, spreading from her pussy outward, then bouncing back toward her core. But… the bastard kept going, and the lioness wrenched her brother away from her sex to throw him onto his bed while she sat down hard on the bed, waiting for the waves to recede.

When Jaha looked up at Makini, the smug fucker was grinning while very, very theatrically licking his lips. Fine. She had enough feeling in her legs to push him to his back, growl a "Do it again" to him before mashing her crotch right into his face on the bed.

This time, though, she tried to keep her eyes open. The initial surprise had been gratifying, that smug little prick. But Jaha also caught when the wave of pheromones overwhelmed his nose, eyes affecting a little faraway look while he obediently started licking. And sucking. And then his hands came down on her ass, and the moan that came from her was undignified. And she didn't care.

She didn't bother to parse the sensations this time. Like his face, she just rode them out, hips grinding into him while the heat of his mouth met the furnace from her pussy, and it both quenched and stoked the fires higher. Why her little shit brother started nipping at her pussy folds, she would never be able to tell. What's worse was that pain only made her arousal worse, reducing her to grab onto the bed sheets to keep upright in any respect.

The next orgasm wasn't as good as the first one, but it was just as arresting. She made sure to grind into his face a few more times before sitting back on the bed, flopping against it while she panted. As she stared at Makini, Jaha could feel her heat, pushed at bay from the orgasm, start to build back up again. And, luckily, her eyes strayed down her brother's surprisingly attractive body to the shaft that she'd seen first by accident, but not so artfully framed now. What intrigued her was the sight of a shaft that twitched and pulsed with a heart beat, but looked like it was splattered with an orgasm that already happened.

"Mm. Poor boy," she muttered, crawling over to her brother's dick. With proximity, the smell of his cum was stronger, intoxicating. By the time the thought entered her mind as to how delicious he looked, she was already licking up the streaks of cum off that heated shaft, tasting the salty and slightly bitter tang. "Hope you're not a one-pump chump," she tossed back at him while climbing over his body, facing away from him with her tail tickling his nose. But then she guided herself onto his dick, and was wracked by a full body shudder as whatever part of her governed her heat screamed a triumph as she finally got dick inside her. It almost hurt how much she needed at that moment.

Waiting for the smaller orgasmic shivers to run their course, Jaha started by simply grinding against her brother. It was taking too long for her body to stop being so damn sensitive, so eventually she gave up waiting and lifted her hips, mashing it down onto him. The snarl was involuntary, but that movement quickly became addictive even as she started riding him in earnest, with the consistent waves of pleasure that were driving her.

Jaha, in a moment of lucidity, really, really hoped that her IUD would hold because she could see that she was not about to stop having sex with her brother anytime soon.

-*-

Anal sex was different. If it wasn't for some overzealous accidents while using a dildo on herself particularly hard, she probably wouldn't have thought to explore her backdoor with more care, or even thought to offer it.

Anal sex while in heat was both amazing and frustrating. It both sated her desires, but didn't entirely put them away. It was doing more than oral, but less than having her sex split again by Makini's cock, which felt a whole lot bigger up the back way. And feeling something filling her again and again as the lion fucked her doggy style was making her growl and squirm, claws starting to poke holes in his sheets even as her pussy clenched on nothing while another, hard wave of orgasm broke over her, making her hang her head while her tail gripped onto Makini's torso. And then she felt Makini's claws dig into her hips, one hand moving to her shoulder as he pulled her flush against him, with the blooming warmth of additional cum being pumped into her.

Makini fell backward, almost off his own bed. "No more. No… no more," he panted at her, and Jaha was about the same. The heat was… well, it wasn't gone. But it was gone enough that she could think more clearly, panting her own self while trying to hear anything over the thunder happening in her ears. She was about to think about coercing him into another round while she heard something curious.

"'s my phone," muttered Makini, and that was his ring tone? Jaha got to her side long enough to see him pick up his phone from the floor. "Hello?" he slurred, listening. "Whaddy… what? Oh. Oh you're what? Oh sh—uh. N-no, uh, that's fine. You got… yeah, I think you got the right one, Dad." Dad? "Yeah. Yeah, see you when you get home. No it's fine, I'm fine, just… uh. I went out for a run. Yeah. J-just got back. Yeah. She's fine, too; she, uh. Yelled at me earlier. It's fine. Yeah. See you in a bit."

Jaha lifted her head, but was soon pushed out of the bed. "What…?"

"Get the fuck out of here, Dad's coming home!" The fact that he could run around like that struck some part of Jaha like she hadn't done her job correctly, but the implications of being caught in her brother's room while it was rank with sex and the lioness herself was covered in fluids while debatably clothed began to sink in. "What the fuck are you doing, get up!"

"Fuck you, Maki, my legs don't work right now," she spat back. For her sins, Makini yanked her up onto her unsteady legs and guided-slash-tugged her out of his room and to hers. Despite his own tiredness, she was impressed that her twin managed to get them both to her room and deposit her with some gentleness on her own bed. And then he was gone, probably doing what he needed to do to clear out his room.

Jaha felt compelled to move. In her current state, splayed out on her bed with limbless grace, and if that trickle she could feel on the inside of her thigh and curving across her butt was any indication, the copious cum she had Makini inject into her to sate her raging heat was probably leaking. With effort, the lioness pulled herself into a sitting position with a small hiss, where she noticed that her door was opened. Not a great look.

The rest that she had meant her legs weren't completely useless. It was enough that she could go to the door, push it closed, and then slip on the pair of panties she'd previously discarded, even as the now dry cloth was almost instantly soaked with the cum leaking out of her. At least, for the moment, it wasn't spreading anywhere. After grabbing a discarded towel from the laundry hamper to soak up any stray fluids, she half collapsed on her bed again.

Now she was starting to feel sore. Jaha rolled to her back, felt the breeze, and smiled a little to herself. "Worth it," she said to no one in particular.

It was then that she spotted her phone, left on the bed. She had a missed phone call from Dad, and some text messages. She ignored the other ones to go straight to her brother's conversation.

There was a new one, and it was "Too bad you're all the way across town." Grinning a little bit, Jaha wondered who the series of messages had been intended for, had it not been sent to her instead. Rather than spend too many more thoughts on it, she lifted a leg, and pushed her panties out of the way to snap a shot of her leaking pussy before sending that to her brother, captioned with "Thanks for the ride, bro"

No response. At least, not immediately, and Jaha was probably content to leave it like that while she checked her other messages. A mentor telling her to check her email; she'd sent along some job leads. Her friend, asking if she wanted to see a movie this coming weekend, to which she replied "Which movie are you thinking?" Another friend, the gay one, who'd started into some long diatribe about the latest fling he'd fallen in love with and how he was feeling and how cute and hot the fling was, and so on and so forth. She just finished reading it when she got the response from Makini: "Fuck you"

"Fuck me yourself. Oh wait, you did"

"Pervert

I can't believe you did that"

"I'll do it again," she replied, wondering if she meant that. "You would too"

"You're a nasty bitch," he sent back immediately. Followed by: "Warn a guy next time."

"Oh, so there's gonna be a next time?" Jaha replied, dimly admiring the audacity of planning a tryst with her brother. Granted, they had literally just stopped having sex but… still.

"Just warn me if your heat gets that bad again."

Hm. Not a yes. Not a no. Nor any message about him making himself scarce next time. Jaha wondered if she'd gone too far, but part of her was very satisfied in that only now was she sure of her legs to carry her around. "I'm taking a shower," she sent to him, tossing the dirty towel in the hamper and grabbing a set of clothes.

"What the hell! I need to shower and Dad's gonna be home in less than five minutes!"

"There's a solution to that, you know," she typed, tossing her phone onto the bed and walking relatively steadily to bathroom. She closed the door and started the water, idly wondering if Makini would take the hint.

She also wondered how much she meant the hint, too.