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Family Intimacy

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Fyr stretched out her arms above her head, yawning widely as she blinked in the rays of sunshine streaming through the kitchen window. Their city home may have been surrounded on all sides by houses with the exact arrangement of rooms and windows as theirs - cookie cutter housing at its best - but the little garden at the rear allowed them enough space that sunlight still entered their abode. It was a small blessing, yet one the family was thankful for and especially the crimson dragoness.

She laid her knife and fork down on the plate with a sigh, rolling her head from one side of her neck to the other as if to work out a kink in the muscle she had not known she'd had. Her mother wasn't up as yet and she wasn't sure that her father had even come home the night before, so the rare moment of quiet in an otherwise busy household was one that she took full advantage of. Sipping her coffee, Fyr bowed her head over her mug almost reverently, inhaling the steam with a small, satisfied sigh.

Yes, peace and quiet was much appreciated indeed.

Of course, her peace could not be held for long as her brother stomped down the stairs. Fyr winced and leaned her chair back, balancing on two legs for a moment before crashing down on the linoleum again as her brother clattered in. She bit the inside of her cheek and cast him a look that he ignored, eyes bright and tail lashing the air with a shocking amount of energy for a Sunday morning.

"Morning, sis!"

Kao grinned and bounced from hind paw to paw as he scurried up to the table, throwing himself into another chair as if to sit would have simply taken too much time - time that he didn't have.

"You're oddly perky this morning," she commented, sliding her gaze away out the window as if she was trying to seem disinterested, yet still curious about his strange mood against her will. "What's got you with such a big grin on your face?"

Kao only smirked and tapped the side of his muzzle.

"Ah, now, but that would be telling."

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"I really hope all drakes aren't like you. I'll be single forever if all I'll have to choose from is drakes with snarky comebacks and stupid smiles over breakfast."

"Mom says those stupid smiles over breakfast are what make a marriage."

Fyr pointed her fork at him, a lump of scrambled egg clinging to the prongs.

"I hear it's something else that makes a marriage," she said airily. "But I wouldn't expect a drake to understand."

Kao scowled and blinked down at his breakfast, a sorry slice of toast that had so much butter plastered over the surface that it was sunken and soggy in the middle.

"Didn't you leave any breakfast for me?" He said, adopting a forlorn, hard done by look. "Come on, sis, you know I'm kidding around, don't you? Where's the rest of the food?"

Fyr gave him a look.

"How are you ever going to feed yourself if you can't even sort your own breakfast out?"

Despite her harsh words, the young dragoness' expression softened and she hopped off her chair to assist her brother. Hustling to the stove, she peered into the pan where a few scraggly remnants of eggs still clung, so congealed and unappetising that even she made a face.

"Idiot," she muttered her breath. "There would have been some left if you hadn't gotten up so late."

Kao groaned rubbed his muzzle, wings folded in close to his back as he seemed to attempt to make himself appear as small as possible - a feat indeed for a strong drake of his size.

"Please help, sis, I had a late one. I know it's my own fault, but I'm just gonna, well, starve otherwise!"

Fyr smiled and reached for a carton of eggs left on the counter, likely from their mother's earlier breakfast preparation.

"On a Sunday night? That's not like you these days. I thought you were always sleeping."

"I don't sleep that much...all the time," Kao conceded grumpily, though restrained himself enough that it looked like his breakfast was still on the way. "I just like to close my eyes. It's peaceful."

Fyr bobbed her muzzle and sighed.

"Yeah, I get that. Sometimes it's like there's way too much happening, y'know?"

The eggs hissed in the pan as Fyr turned up the heat and mixed it up, not allowing a single spot to sit for too long as she kept a careful eye on them. She was not a dragoness that liked anything less than perfection, sometimes to her own detriment. Popping the bread into the toaster while she paid the eggs their due attention with a sprinkling of herbs, Fyr's tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth, riveted in her own concentration. Kao watched her, taking in her body and her smooth, deft motions with nothing less than simply admiration.

When the dragoness finally placed her brother's breakfast down on the table in front of him, she delicately set out the cutlery, lips ever so slightly pursed. He watched every movement with the attention of a hungry pet canine, looking between her and the plate of eggs and toast as if he wasn't sure whether or not he was allowed to eat. Fyr chuckled and gestured at the plate.

"Go on... I didn't make it so that it would just sit there and get cold."

"Thanks, sis," Kao murmured, staring down at the breakfast laid before him with nothing short of open adoration. "I don't know how you do it."

She waved her paw.

"Trust me, it's a gift."

"Morning, you two."

Fyr started as her father plodded into the kitchen, his tail hanging low to the floor. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, and smiled widely as her father moseyed up to the leftover bag of bread in search of sustenance.

"Dad! I didn't think you came home last night." Her brow furrowed. "But why are you dressed as if you're going into the office again? It's Sunday. Do you think it's Monday?"

Orrix tugged at his shirt collar and shook his head.

"It's a busy time, sweetheart, I have to go in today. There's a big case on."

Fyr frowned.

"You don't have to dumb it down for me, I know what you do for work. Nothing wrong with it either."

Her father didn't answer, but rolled his shoulders helplessly, giving her his best winning smile. There was little she could do to deny him and found herself returning the smile hesitantly. Kao busied himself with his breakfast, but couldn't help but notice how Fyr's eyes wandered. As their father made something of a sandwich for his breakfast, her eyes obviously flicked down his chest where it was pulled tight over muscle, moderate but not wasted from inactivity in his job as yet. Lower still, her gaze travelled, sweeping over his crotch and buttocks as he turned, facing the counter. Kao inhaled sharply as his sister pulled her head back just a little, a blush colouring her cheeks.

The dragoness found something new in her father that morning. Something most alluring.

Eyeing her, Kao swallowed a mouthful of eggs and considered what he'd just caught his sister doing, pushing down his reaction so that she would not read it on his muzzle. Had she really just been checking out their dad? Right there in the kitchen?

He grinned inwardly, cheeks twitching with the strain it took to not react. Well, well, well... Maybe he wasn't the only one who liked one of their parents...even if his liking had come about purely by accident.

"It was a bit of a rough night too," Orrix admitted, pushing the conversation on, as awkward as it was. "Had to sleep on the sofa as your mom was already in bed." He had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I didn't want to wake her."

Kao spluttered into a glass of water, inhaling water and coughing. Fyr thumped him on the back and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he muttered, rubbing the back of his paw across his muzzle. "Pass the salt, would you?"

"You're not seriously going to salt the breakfast I made you, are you?"

As the siblings bickered, Orrix leaned back against the counter and smiled, some of the tension slipping from his shoulders. It could have been just like old times again, if only he closed his eyes and forgot what he was wearing. Work on a Sunday... He scoffed inwardly at himself. He would never have thought he'd have been one of those fathers. But things would change. The corners of his eyes narrowed in slightly. They would have to.

"Kids," he said, recalling their attention to them. "It's going to be okay. I won't have to do the long hours for that much longer. In fact," he adjusted his tie, "I'm taking your mother out tonight for dinner and the movies. How's that for a change?"

Fyr chuckled against herself.

"Is there even anything at the movies that you want to watch? Tails on the Line doesn't exactly seem like your kind of movie."

Orrix pretended affront, pressing his paw to his chest.

"Well! I can suffer through any action flick for your mom, I'll have you know!"

Kao gave a belly laugh that rolled from his lips as if he was a much older dragon with a much larger belly, startling his father and sister into peals of laughter of their own. But they had to return to the reality of their life - at least the current time - sooner or later and Orrix's eyes landed on the clock, swaying from the attention of his young.

"All your school work is done for the week, right?" Orrix said hurriedly, tugging at the cuffs of his jacket, clearly acutely aware of how little time he had to reach the office for the extended day of work. "You don't need any help with anything?"

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"Dad, honestly... I'm old enough now to keep on top of my own work."

They bickered playfully as father and daughter were apt to do, yet Kao didn't hear them. He didn't hear anything they said. No, he was too busy letting his eyes wander the curves and swathes of Fyr's body, something thickening at his crotch. Shifting, he spread his legs apart to allow himself greater comfort, taking in every nuance on just how Fyr's breasts pressed out against her shirt. He licked his lips. Had she deliberately not worn a bra that morning? He supposed it was Sunday, after all. But it only allowed her nipples to nuzzle up against the thin fabric, giving him a private show as to the nubs that he suddenly wondered just what it would be like to wrap his tongue around.

The young dragon shook himself, a light shiver running through his body. But she was his sister! He couldn't think of her like that! He'd hardly thought of anyone like that... Yet what he'd done with Sasha, his own mother, had awoken something in him. Something he had not understood before that fateful night with his mom.

Desire.

"Kao?"

Two pairs of eyes locked onto him.

"Huh?" He jerked back to reality. "Yeah, yeah... Everything's done."

Kao swallowed hard, willing their curious eyes to look anywhere else. If they'd known what he was thinking... Against his will, his cheeks burned, tail curling around the leg of his chair. Carefully, he kept his eyes averted from his sister. Why, oh why, had he suddenly had such thoughts about her? He'd seen her naked loads of times before! But those times had been different.

Very different.

The dragon smiled sheepishly and half-shrugged.

"So what movie you going to see?"

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True to his word, Orrix came home from work at a respectable time and went out for dinner with a giggling wife, dressed to the nines, hanging on his arm. She looped her arm through his and leaned into his embrace, head tilted towards him as they conversed in low tones on the way to the car.

Watching from the bedroom window, with the promise of no wild parties lingering at the forefront of his mind, Kao sighed and stepped back, closing the curtains. The house rang oddly empty without the presence of both his parents. Even if Orrix was working late most of the time - he wasn't so sure he believed the promise to change - their mother was usually around when they were. They were, of course

The drake shook his head and stepped away from Fyr's window, the red bed - crimson to match her scales - pushed up against the wall. They'd been talking about the fact that their parents were actually going out together when she had insisted on going for a shower all of a sudden in one of her typical teenage mood swings. Though Kao wasn't so sure they were all a product of becoming an adult dragoness after all, but perhaps pointing to something a little deeper.

But he could think of that once he'd settled a more burning need. He tiptoed to the bathroom door - the lucky dragoness had the en-suite bathroom in what would have been the guest bedroom if they'd kept it as a spare room - and opened it a crack. Steam rushed out and he inhaled deeply, scales warming to the thick heat of the bathroom.

The figure behind the curtain stilled, water splashing down the ceramic tiles.

"What?" Fyr snapped from in the shower, which was set over the bathtub. "I'll be out in a minute, just let me finish, would you?"

Kao chuckled sheepishly.

"Mind if I use the toilet?"

Fyr groaned and turned quickly, tail striking the curtain so that it bowed out briefly.

"Must you?"

"This one's nicer than the family bathroom..." He whined.

"I've never known a drake to be so picky. Would you just get on with it already and leave me in peace to have my shower?"

Kao grinned. One point to Kao, zero points to Fyr. It was a brotherly game.

Slipping into the bathroom, he quietly went about his business, slipping his pants down with a whistled tune on his lips. His eyes wandered and he paused, lips pursed as the sound died, the tip of his tail curling back and forth. His shoulders pushed back, tensed, and he locked onto the shadowy silhouette of his sister through the shower curtain, moseying from one end of the tub in her effort to clean every inch of her already pristine scales. He didn't know what girls had about having to make sure everything was gleaming and sparkling, but he certainly appreciated the effect on others.

Fyr, however, didn't need the creams, lotions and potions designed to entice a dragoness into thinking she could attract a mate with just the right product. No, she was already perfect just as she was, her young body tight and firm in all the right places. She'd already filled out into an adult dragoness, breasts full and perky, and Kao pressed a whine down in his throat as she turned side-on to the curtain, giving him an ideal view of her profile.

He shivered, swallowing hard and pulling up his pants again before Fyr worked out that he was lingering. Why did he suddenly find it so difficult to take his eyes off his sister? He scuttled from the bathroom without washing his paws, taking off down the hallway to the family bathroom for that task, against what he'd said earlier. The bathroom, truth be told, was nice enough, yet something had drawn him to the particular one that Fyr had been in.

Kao ducked into his own bedroom and stripped off his pants and T-shirt, the print faded beyond all recognition. He shuddered and rolled his shoulders, trying to tell himself that the reason his scales were prickling was the lingering heat of the shower, but nothing he did cooled his hide. Opening the window, he huffed and threw himself on the bed, arms folded and head hanging loosely over the edge.

And then the door opened again, a dragoness popping her head around the frame.

"What are you doing in here?" She demanded. "We were talking!"

Kao rolled his eyes.

"You shot off for a shower. We don't have to be glued at the hip now, do we? We're rarely even around each other these days anyway, so it shouldn't be that weird for you."

Ignoring him, Fyr stalked into his bedroom wrapped up only in a bath towel, leaving the door swinging open behind her. Passing the football posters on the wall and a pile of dirty laundry heaped in the corner beside the laundry basket, she plopped herself onto the bed beside him. She leaned back onto his pillows, a corner of the towel tucked neatly up beneath her arm to preserve her modesty. Sneaking a look out of the corner of his eye, Kao admired her shapely legs. All that walking she did was certainly showing. Nobody got that kind of figure just from sitting around on their tail all day. There was a heat to her frame that had never been there before either, something that lured him in like a fish on one of the hooks he'd cast into the river at his father's side.

Fyr rubbed her muzzle and cast him a look that he couldn't decipher, silence stretching out between them. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyelids drooping as sleep clawed at the corners of his mind far too early for his liking. The dragoness sniffed discreetly, her small, curved nostrils flaring. Her eyes did not travel down her brother's body to his crotch - she zeroed in on his boxers, tracing every fold of the fabric to where it hid his member. Licking her lips, she tried and failed to tear her eyes away, something tingling beneath her scales.

She panted softly and clamped her jaws together, letting her breaths come in short, sharp bursts through her nostrils. Yet the action of inhaling in such rapid breaths brought the scent of male more strongly to her senses, her pupils dilating subtly.

Sometimes it was easy to get carried away in the depths and spirals of her own imagination. The dragoness retreated into herself, her thoughts towing her insistently back and back to the memory of the other night - the memory that she had not known quite what to do with.

"You look like you have something to say," he said at last, breaking the quiet. "Is it that bad? You have that look on your face."

The dragoness' brow furrowed and she scowled.

"What look?"

He jabbed his finger at her, claw sharp and pointed.

"That look! You're working up to it, I can tell. So spit it out already so I can get to my game or something else." He sighed. "I don't want to fight with you tonight, I'm really too tired to be on at you, sis. It's not fun anymore."

The dragoness sat up, straightening her back with a rigid air of determination. Fixing him with a beady stare, she wrapped her tail around one ankle and parted her lips at long last; Kao braced himself for what was to come, whatever it was.

"You know I saw you, right?"

Kao sat up halfway, pushing his torso up from the bed.

"Saw what?"

Fyr licked her lips, eyes glinting. The towel slipped a little and Kao's eyes dropped, momentarily distracted by the gentle curve of her breast, the nipple only barely covered.

"You know what I mean..."

She trailed off as if expecting him to finish the sentence for her, but the drake only shook his head, spreading his paws out to either side of his body.

"You're really going to have to give me a bit more to go on here. I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

Fyr took a deep breath as if building up her courage for a grand reveal.

"I know what you've done with mom."

Kao froze, heart hammering. Its beat pounded against his eardrums, breath ringing harshly through his head as he abruptly struggled to drag enough breath into his lungs. The band around his chest tightened and he turned on his sister with his eyes bulging from his skull.

"You saw..." His tongue felt too large, too thick, in his mouth and he growled, fighting to force out the words. "Hell... Fyr..." An icy chill shocked his scales, the tips of his fingers going cold. "You can't tell anyone about this! Dad... They'll freak!"

Fyr held up her paws and then grabbed for the towel, as it threatened to slip, in the nick of time.

"Whoa, calm down! It's not that bad...is it?"

Kao glared at her, up on his feet without knowing quite how he'd gotten there.

"I think you should get out.

"Wait!" Fyr groaned and held out her paw to her brother, trying to get him to sit back down to no avail. "Come on now, I meant what I said, it's not that bad. It's kinda...well...I didn't think you were interested in that sort of thing yet. You know." She blushed. "Sex."

"You're awful blunt for my sister." He grimaced. "I can't talk about this with you."

Fyr snarled and leapt up, teeth bared to meet him.

"You can't talk about it with me? What the hell's that supposed to mean? You fuck our mother and you think you can keep it all a big secret and all to yourself?"

Her eyes hardened, taking on a steely edge that had them narrowing in at the corners, though not from any sense of mirth. No, the dragoness was all fire and brimstone and dagger-like teeth.

"Since when were they any secrets in our household, bro?" Her voice rolled out, cool and sinuous. "It's all one big fucking open book here."

"Fyr!" He snapped. "Mom would hate you using that language, you know that."

"Oh, like you suddenly care so much about what mom thinks now, do you?"

Kao quieted, the fight seeming to go out of him with the sudden loosening of tension while his sister quaked silently.

"How could you?" She whispered at last, cutting through the silence. "Our own mother..." She shook her head, pressing her palm to her cheek. "It's just...unbelievable. How did this even happen? I thought I was seeing things when I went through to the kitchen."

"That was Wednesday, wasn't it?" He said quietly - so quiet that she had to strain to hear him. "Me and mom...on the kitchen table."

Fyr swallowed hard, though could not quell the heat from her cheeks and other regions that she did not quite want to admit to.

"Yes. I'd just gone down for a drink. I didn't expect you to be...well..."

The dragon spread her paws, mimicking her brother's earlier action unintentionally.

"I saw you," she said, even more quietly. "You were bending her over the kitchen table and she had her tail hiked up, like, all the way for you. I think you came twice while I was watching."

Kao jerked back, eyes wide, breath raking through his lungs.

"How long were you watching us?"

"Long enough to know that it wasn't the first time you'd done it."

A muscle jumped in the corner of the drake's mouth and he shook his head slowly, his jaw clenched. Tail stiff, he stepped towards her, drawing his shoulders back in a conscious, deliberate effort to make himself look as imposing as possible. The dragoness met him squarely, chest heaving as she held her ground, digging her heels into the carpet. She'd been around her brother for too long to let him start thinking he could push her around.

"Well, you're not going to say a word about this, Fyr, not a damn word," he hissed, advancing step by dangerous step, wings mantled over his back. "And you're going to forget you ever saw us in the kitchen and that you think that anything else is going on between us. Because there's nothing. Nothing that concerns you."

"I won't take back what I saw, Kao. You should know the risks. This is wrong. You can't keep on doing this with mom."

The drake laughed, throwing his head back. Fyr baulked against her will, though managed to keep herself in place - just. Taller than her, Kao leaned against the wall, blocking off escape. Fyr set her jaw, heart pounding against her eardrums.

Stand firm. Just stand firm.

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"You will forget," he growled, breath washing hotly over her muzzle. "Or else I'll make you regret it."

Fyr gave him a hard, searching look, looking beyond the intimidating figure he seemed intent on portraying. She could only remember the brother she bickered with, shared meals with, learned with and grew with. The brother that she splashed water at in the swimming pool during the summer months would never stare at her like that. She had to believe he was still in there, she just had to.

Fyr took a deep breath, steadying herself as he parted his lips, the next threat rolling off his tongue even she cut across him.

"Kao. Listen to me! This isn't the brother I know. You don't mean any of this."

She had to trust her instinct, she had to trust that the bared teeth weren't really meant and the scared little dragon she saw behind his eyes was actually the real him.

Twisting his lips, the dragon scoffed and rolled his eyes, but there was a little more of her brother in there; it was enough to give her the confidence she needed.

"Please, Kao," she said, lowering her voice into as soothing a tone as she could imagine. "Don't be like this. You have to listen to me. You have to think straight. Come back to me."

Kao stepped back, pushing off the wall.

"Maybe you just don't know me as well as you thought, sister," he growled, putting his back to her as his shoulders juddered, a heaving breath wracking his lungs. "Maybe this is me. Maybe it just took me this long to realise it."

And then Fyr's paw was on her shoulder, fingers rubbing gently over his bare shoulder. For a moment, she thought he was going to pull away, but, as the curtains blew out from the window in a breath of wind, he exhaled and relaxed into her touch.

"Why did you start? What on earth could have made this happen?"

Her voice was soft enough to draw him back to her, tail brushing her thigh. Kao turned to her, a strange look on his muzzle that she could not decipher.

"Because...this."

Before she could react or even process his two short words, his lips were on hers. Fyr tried to speak, but they pressed warmly over hers, parting her lips as if encouraging hers also to part in return. Her body reacted without conscious thought - it wasn't as if she had not had a few kisses from other males in her time as a teenager - and she allowed his tongue into her mouth, where it curled around and played with hers. Clumsily, she pushed her tongue back against his, one paw coming up to his chest and the little space between them.

Breaking for breath, Fyr gulped and stepped back, head spinning. The room that had once been so familiar - her brother's belongings littering every surface - now looked out of place. Or perhaps it was them that were out of place. Something irrevocably had changed within their dynamic and there was no taking it back.

Fyr licked her lips, buying herself time to think, her racing mind barely able to keep up. The distraction of Kao trailing his fingers down her forearm, fingertips resting on the back of her back, only made matters more difficult.

"Kao..." She breathed, cheeks hot, heat seeping down her neck as if she was being burned from the inside out. "What... Why? What are you doing?"

He kissed her lips again as if that would make everything clear to her, but it only complicated the matter further, pulling on deeper emotions and desires within Fyr that she could not have ever known had existed.

"Everything's different now, Fyr," he whispered, voicing the truth that she already knew in the back of her mind. "That thing with mom... I'm different now too. And I just..."

He swallowed hard, eyes roaming her body as he leaned in again to kiss her. Fyr trembled and gave in to it, something deeper than common sense urging her on. For all that she said about him sleeping with their mother being wrong, there was something inherently right in how her body moulded into his. The dragoness moaned softly, leaning into him as his wings folded around her back, protecting her from whatever dangers may have resided in the outside world. And, in his arms, she couldn't help but feel safe.

The drake drew her against his body, his paws slipping down her back. The towel fell from her back with little resistance and Fyr sucked in a breath, lips parted for words that she could not call to mind. Stuck between their pressed together bodies, the fabric hung, trapped, until Kao stepped back and revealed his sister in all her glory.

He sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Nothing could have prepared him for her body, developed and ripe in all the right ways. Fyr's breasts hung under their own weight, dark nipples firm and perky. The dampness of her shower had evaporated from her scales, leaving them smooth and shiny from the steam, the yellow stripes curving around her sides gleaming from whatever cream she'd lovingly daubed on them. Kao shivered, lustfully drinking her in. There was no expense spared when it came to his sister.

Under his scrutiny, Fyr blushed harder, but didn't step away or make any move to cover herself. The dragoness pushed her weight onto one foot, a hip jutting out, and his gaze dropped lower to her long legs - really, where had she gotten such a fantastic body from? She wasn't all chicken legs like most of the dragoness' at his school either - following their smooth lines and definition. Her toes curled as he took her in, short claws digging lightly into his worn down carpet. Kao's breath caught in his throat and he reached for her, stroking down her arm and across her breast with a low, needy groan.

From the bulge in his boxers, there was no denying what the drake wanted from her - or, at least, what his body craved. And Fyr was having a hard time telling herself that she didn't want him twice as much as he clearly wanted her. Her bare snatch drooled her own juices, more than she thought was possible for a dragon to produce. Her head swam. What was normal for a dragon? Should she be so aroused? More aroused? What should she do?

There was little a virgin knew about the way of the world and, in their time, there was little to no guidance for a young lady entering the adult world with a brave face and set to her muzzle.

Luckily for her and the burning need in the pit of her stomach, Kao had an inkling as to what to do. More confidently, he caressed her breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples until he found just the right pressure that made her moan and arch up into his touch.

"No..." Her voice was hushed, urgent. "We can't do this. It's not right."

Kao's lips tickled her neck.

"And why isn't it right? It's just the two of us having some fun... That is, if you want to."

The dragoness shook her head, tail swinging as her paws, seemingly without conscious thought, dropped to the waistband of her brother's boxers, claws tucked over the top. His hardness tented out the fabric and she whined, aching to touch it.

"Go on," he breathed, heart in his mouth. "You want to do it. I can see it. You want me."

He said the last word with a thrill that shivered through his body from head to tail, every nerve ending fired up and absolutely alive. Fyr tipped in towards him, lips parted. It only took a second more for her curiosity and lust to win out, easing down his boxers with bated breath. Her chest throbbed for air and she whined without breathing, freeing his shaft and balls and allowing the boxers to drop to the floor. Kao purred.

"There..." He said soothingly, running his paws down his sister's bare back. "Isn't that better?"

Fyr shook her head, but couldn't find the words to say what she really felt.

"You were turned on by what I said, weren't you?"

She flinched.

"What?"

Kao grinned, appearing more like her brother than he had since their argument had begun and devolved into heated tension.

"Talking about mom and me... You were wet. I could smell it even with that towel and all the strawberry cream you put on."

The dragoness looked down at her feet, but her brother was there again, turning her back to the bed and guiding her back gentle step by step, letting her take it at her own pace. Rubbing his body softly up against hers, he coaxed a purr from the dragoness' lips and bore her down into the bed, her knees folding willingly to take him on top of her. He wedged his knee insistently between her parted legs and kissed her deeply, only breaking the lustful embrace to nibble and lick down her neck.

Tentatively, she let her paw drop down his body, head swimming from his kisses, to his hard shaft. Wrapping her fingers around the length, a shudder ran through her whole body and she gave it an experimental squeeze, surprising even herself by her boldness. But a dragoness' heat brought out a side to the ladies - it was well known, her mother had given her the 'talk' long ago - that lowered inhibitions, allowing them to explore their true desires without any sense of a shiver of nerves.

But a dragoness would always be nervous her first time, regardless of the lure of her heat. It was lucky she had a drake there who knew, at least from a week of experience with a female all too keen to teach, just what he was doing.

Kao swung her legs up more comfortably onto the bed and let her wriggle, adjusting herself so that the bed sheets were not rumpled up beneath her shoulders. She was not so preoccupied, however, that she did not pay attention to her brother slipping down between her legs, his lips hungrily parting for his first taste of her sex. Not knowing what to expect, Fyr braced herself, breath raking through her lungs.

The first brush of his tongue over her wet - obscenely so! - pussy lips had her hips pushing up from the bed, body begging for more even as her mind froze. She could do no more than lie there and pant heavily, breasts heaving with the nipples hard nubs of desire, as Kao moaned and drove his tongue up into her sex, tasting her as he'd tasted their mother every night for the last week.

Fyr groaned and rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, clutching her muzzle, grabbing at the bed sheets - anything to anchor herself in the moment as pleasure after pleasure assaulted her. She whimpered and ran her paws over Kao's head, warming as her brother leaned momentarily into her touch before returning to circling her clit with the very tip of her tongue. Fyr clenched her jaw. She knew what that bit of her was. She'd spent many nights with her paws between her thighs, trying to bring herself to climax, but never quite getting it right. But her brother seemed hell bent on getting her right to the edge and over into bliss.

Damn... Her mind spun, ricocheting off the inside of her skull, lights dancing behind her closed eyes. Ecstasy rolled over her, though she couldn't help but wonder that, if being licked felt so good, just what would full on sex feel like?

The dragoness trembled, barely able to lift her head to look down at her brother. Kao raised his head, tail flicking as he held her thighs gently, fingers pressing into her scales. He licked her juices off his lips with a noisy smack, eyes bright and lustful.

"God, Fyr," he growled, her arousal clinging to his upper lip in a shimmering trail. "You are so wet already. Did my story really rile you up that much? How I've been fucking mom?"

She pressed her paw into the back of his head, making him look up at her, her eyes burning.

"Then take me already," she snarled, breath ragged. "I don't care what you've done. I just want to feel you now - inside me!"

Kao scrambled to obey, his body jerking into motion before his mind had time to truly catch up and process her words. In a flash, he was taking up position over her, blinking in surprise to see crimson scales beneath him rather than blue. For a moment, he hesitated, but Fyr wrapped her tail around his waist and dragged him to her, paws reaching for him and murmuring encouragement.

"I do..." She breathed. "Please don't think otherwise. I want this."

He tilted his head. She'd taken his hesitation for concern, but he wasn't sure he could have possibly thought that there was nay way she didn't want him with how she was bucking and whimpering, rubbing her own breasts and touching her pussy with barely repressed shivers. Every inch of her clearly screamed out with desire and Kao steadied himself to give her everything - every inch - her body and mind craved.

The curtain floated out from the window in the breeze as he pressed his tip to her sex, wiggling his hips to find just the right spot. She was still smaller than their mother, although not by much, and it took a bit of adjustment before he felt her warmth wrap around his head. Fyr moaned as she stretched around him, her virginity sweetly taken, and Kao kissed and nibbled her exposed throat, letting her get used to him, his size and how he felt inside her.

When he was fully seated in her cunny, the drake stilled, wings tucked in close to his back as he shook his head, jaw aching. He relaxed the best he could, eyes wide. When had he even clenched his jaw? But her warmth... The warmth of a female - any female who desired him - was more than enough to send him into orgasm within a minute or so if he wasn't careful. He blinked down dumbly at his sister as she wrapped her legs slowly around his waist, squirming on his cock. Did she even know how goddamn hot she was?

"God Fyr..." He hissed through his teeth, gritting his teeth. "How are you doing this to me? I'm..."

He trailed off, tucking his chin down to his chest as he groaned.

"Why, you're not going to cum already, are you?" She growled, a twinkle in her eye. "I expect a bit more than that, bro!"

He started, pulling his head back and then laughed.

"Hey! I've got all you need, sis, don't worry about that!"

It was a return to their normal banter and relaxed them both, tension slipping from Kao's shoulders and upper back as he began to thrust, finding a gentle, smooth rhythm like he had that first night with Sasha. Fyr moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him

She could not have asked for a more sensual first time with a more gracious lover.

Her brother, however, had to reach his climax sooner or later and her wet sex wrapped around his length would have been too much for any drake to bear. Sweat beaded on his forehead and, in a desperate fit to allow her release before him, he wormed his paw down between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit. Helpless to do anything but speed up his thrusts, he pressed his fingers down around her clit and squeezed, rubbing in quick, urgently circles as he pounded her for all he was worth. The dragoness rocked and parted her lips in a soundless moan, legs tighter and tighter around his waist. Kao whined. There was no holding back for a young drake.

And then Fyr's world exploded. There was no warning for her - not the first time - only a sudden rush of pleasure that built up and up and up until it could no longer be contained by her body. She couldn't do anything to stop her limbs flying out, releasing her brother, as her legs twitched and jerked, completely beyond her control. The dragoness howled, the strangled sound cut off in her throat as flame seared through every single vein, leaving no scrap of her body untouched. Her mind reeled, swaying and bobbing like a dragon's flame flittering out on the wind. Would every orgasm feel so breathtaking with him?

There was no time to ask as Kao grunted and slammed into her, giving her the first brutally hard thrust of the night. She gasped, breath taken away, and pressed her cheek to his as he snarled and drove into her deeply, barely allowing any of his cock to slip out before driving back in. A roar burst from his lips as he tipped into climax and she relished in the sensation of his hot, virile cum splashing up inside her pussy, coating her walls and filling her up to the brim - or at least it felt like it. His semen oozed out of her stretched cunny lips, forced out by his own girth as he continued to thrust through climax, breath laboured. Fyr whimpered. She hadn't known she'd be able to feel him in such intimate detail when he...well...finished.

And she loved every second of it.

The afterglow was almost as good as the climax and Fyr floated down as if on a cloud, rolling onto her side as Kao softened and eased from her sex. The dozy drake blinked and pulled her into his chest, letting her tuck her head beneath his chin with a low purr. He flushed with pride. There was nothing like the feel of a satisfied dragoness against him.

But there was more to come before he drifted into the realm of sleep and he wasn't about to let what he'd thought about as he climaxed go unsaid, not when it brought a fresh pulse of blood to his aching, drooling cock.

"So... About what I saw this morning too," he said, still breathless from climax. "I think I have something in mind for you."

Fyr rolled her eyes, snuggling up to his chest with her eyelids drooping.

"Honestly, can you relax a bit and enjoy this?" She murmured. "I'm tired. Let's rest a bit. And you have more to tell me about what you've done with mom... You've learned some things."

Kao blushed against himself.

"Yes, I have, but that's nothing besides what you're going to learn from the male you've been ogling." He took a deep breath before she could respond. "I've seen how you've been eyeing up dad. You want him like I want mom, don't you?"

Fyr stiffened and then relaxed. There was a time for secrets and there was no longer space for them between her brother and herself. She parted her lips to talk, but her brother shushed her, hugging her in tight to him as she giggled sheepishly and shook her head the little she was able.

"Alright... What is it then?" She finally whispered, sleep tugging at the edges of her mind. "What do you want? So what if I was looking at him?"

"Oh, I was just thinking how you should have everything you desire, dear sister of mine. And how I think there's a little something I may be able to do to make sure you and dad get some, shall we say, alone time together."

Fyr slowly sat up, looking her brother in the eyes. She wasn't sure what she'd find there, but the mischievous drake was every inch her brother, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth as he grinned and sprawled. The dragoness smiled, placing a paw on his chest. Well, if he fucked their mother and she liked the look of their father... Was there any real harm in it?

Life was, after all, about the ride.

Fyr licked her lips.

"Tell me everything."