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Getting Over Her With T.L. Green

Rachel Abara strolled into the kitchen, humming to herself. She was in a good mood today, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Without anything in particular to do, the African wild dog walked up to the fridge, opened it up, and gazed at the chilled food inside as if the ham or the milk might suddenly speak up and offer her an interesting way to pass the time on this cool Friday evening. "Rachel?" came a voice from behind her. Rachel smiled slightly as she turned towards the entrance to the kitchen. "Yes, Mom?" she asked. Her smile quickly faded as she saw the concern on her mother's face.

"It's your brother, dear one," Magda Abara said, "Matthew's barely come out of his room at all since Samantha broke up with him, and I'm starting to worry." Rachel opened her mouth to reply, and the elder female held up both hands in a placating gesture. "I know, I know, give him space, that's what your father says," she sighed, "But this doesn't feel like when Amy dumped that ferret in the rock band, Matt really cared for Samantha, and..." Trailing off, she smiled slightly. "Okay, so maybe it's just that I'm his mother. It's my job to worry."

Rachel nodded, conceding her that point. "Fair enough, but what do you want me to do about it, Mom?" she asked, cocking one ear to the side curiously. "Of all my children, you and Matt were always the closest," Magda said, "always running around together, giggling like you were keeping secrets from the rest of the world, staying up at night watching scary movies and playing your videogames..." Even today, she still pronounced 'videogames' a little awkwardly, like it was a foreign concept. But rather than nitpick her mother's pronunciation, Rachel was more concerned with the way Magda trailed off into silence while smiling to herself and staring into the distance, lost in happy memories. "Mom? Mom? Earth to Mom, do you read?" she murmured, gently, before she simply put a hand on Magda's shoulder to bring her back to reality.

The older woman chuckled at herself for a moment. "Oh, thank you, dear," she said, softly, "I do get distracted thinking about the old days..." Rachel's smile grew just a touch bigger as she nodded patiently. Magda reached out and put her hand on her daughter's arm. "Your brother is... retreating into himself," she said, "Since he won't talk to your father or I, I was hoping that you could get through to him, at least remind him that life is still good, cheer him up a little."

There was a hint of Sad Puppy Eyes in her expression as she said this, and Rachel found it impossible to say no. Her mother was good that way. "Well..." she said, feeling rather put on the spot, "I..." Rachel trailed off as a thought suddenly popped into her head. A ridiculous, impossible, glorious thought. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all... "Alright, Mom," she said, carefully, "I'll see what I can do." "Thank you, dear one," the elder wild dog said, "That does my heart good." As Magda walked out of the kitchen, visibly less stressed, Rachel's tail was already wagging. A plan was already forming in her mind, and if it worked, it would be sensational!

* * *

Matthew Abara lay on his bed, feeling lower than low. He'd been doing that a lot lately, wallowing in his own misery, ever since Samantha Bollard - the perfect woman! - had left him. At this particular moment, he'd wrapped himself up in his bedsheets, hoping it would feel like cuddling, but so far, he just felt like a dog in a blanket. Curled up on his bed as he was, he felt he kinda looked like a croissant, at least if croissants were dark red. It had been two full months since the breakup, but he still felt terrible. The wild dog had tried to distract himself with videogames, books, wandering the Internet, even good old-fashioned healthy exercise, but none of it had worked for very long. Everything seemed to remind him of the rabbit he adored, who had sat him down and gently told him that she just didn't love him the way he loved her.

Matt hadn't exactly been the most productive canid in town since his heart broke, but he (distantly) took pride in the fact that he'd at least showered every day and made sure to eat. Admittedly, dragging himself out of his mire to take care of matters of bodily necessity was a pretty low bar, but right now, he'd take it. He also hadn't yet resorted to writing angsty poetry the way he had the last time he'd felt so wretched for so long, back in his teens. His wardrobe wasn't all black anymore, but deep down, he wondered if it would help... Wiggling on the bed, he peeked his head out of his cocoon of sheets and looked over at the clock on his wall, the one that looked like someone had put a swirl effect over it in Photoshop. One of his more eccentric friends had given it to him as a Christmas present. According to the curved-but-accurate arms, it was about noon, which naturally made the sad wild dog wonder why he'd bothered getting up at the usual time. Next time, he thought to himself_, I should just turn off my alarm. Maybe I can sleep until I stop feeling shitty, be the next Rip Van Winkle..._

At that moment, there came a knock on his door. "What?" he called, without moving an inch, except to close his eyes and ask the higher powers for strength. "It's Rachel," came the voice of his sister, "Can I come in?" Rachel was the oldest of his younger siblings, born only a year and a month after Matt, and once upon a time, they'd been as thick as thieves. Now, though... "Can we talk later instead?" he said, "I'm... I kinda don't wanna deal with people right now." He was tired of coming up with reasonable excuses not to interact with his family, so he figured the truth would set him free. "C'mon, Matty," Rachel persisted, "It's me. Mom came to me yesterday, she's worried about you, we all are. I just wanted to see if, I don't know, maybe I could help you get through this."

The sad male pushed past his initial instinct to tell her to go away, and really thought about it; he was beyond tired of feeling miserable all the time, and if Rachel could help him even a little bit, it might make a world of difference. Besides that, the way she'd used her old nickname for him reminded him of the good old days when they were kids, seeking adventure in the local park or pretending their treehouse was a pirate ship and sailing the imaginary seas of the backyard. With the tiniest smile on his lips, Matt lifted his head to look at the door. "...Okay, Rach, you can come in," he said, deliberately using her old nickname to return the favour.

Matt hadn't locked the door when he came in, so he wasn't surprised when Rachel just opened the door herself. He was surprised, however, when she did it wearing a large, loose T-shirt, a pair of daisy dukes, and very little else. Leaning against the doorframe, Rachel gave her shocked brother a nice, big smile - while regarding him with what he could only think of as 'bedroom eyes'. He swallowed, shivering. He'd never exactly felt this nervous being around Rachel when they were pretending to be pirates. Then again, when they were trying to talk their younger brother Brian into walking the plank, Rachel hadn't looked like this...

Though Matt was trying to play it cool, Rachel clearly saw right through her brother, as she giggled as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. "Why're you so nervous, big brother?" she asked, cocking her head to one side, "C'mon, I might not be pretty like Samantha, but I can still keep you company." A heartbeat later, she lowered her ears and averted her eyes, her smile fading. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," she mumbled, "I'm sure that's not helping..." Matt sighed and shook his head. "No, it's okay. Not too long ago, I would have given up a hand to get her back, but... Right now, I think I'd prefer you over her. At least you didn't break my heart. And for that matter, you're at least as good-looking as she is." Rachel perked right up as he said this, and the confused male found himself blushing. What the hell had possessed him to add that part?

Rachel started unhurriedly sashaying across the floor, but not before locking the door behind her. Before Matt could ponder this particular detail, she casually distracted him. "Nice blanket burrito," she said, gesturing to the sheet that enveloped him. "It's a croissant," he mumbled without thinking. She giggled, but it didn't feel like she was laughing at him. Rachel was good that way. "So, uh, Mom was worried, huh?" he asked, trying not to be too blunt, as she strolled over and sat down on the bed. She crossed her legs as she made herself comfortable next to him, and Matt realized for the first time in his life that his sister had very nice, very shapely legs. And he'd never even been a leg man! Clearly, I've been alone for too long, he thought to himself, trying to ignore such thoughts. Rachel reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Can you really blame her?" she asked, gently, "You've been hurting for a long time, Matty."

He nodded meekly, not exactly in a position to disagree. "I know, and I'd like to move forward, it's just..." He struggled for words, but Rachel reached out and laid a reassuring hand... on his thigh. He shivered and met her eyes, and she was smiling gently again. "It's hard, I understand," she whispered, "I just thought I could help." "Help?" Matt repeated, "How's that?" His sister's smile spread into a toothy grin, and her tail began to wag. "I'm glad you asked, Matty!" she said, "Here's my idea."

She stood up, clearly excited, and leaned back against the wall across from him. "So, for once, everyone else is out doing their own thing. It's just you and me until Sunday night, so I thought I would try and help you feel better," she said, happily. Matt swallowed. There was something about the look in her eyes that made him nervous. "What I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry to hear that Samantha broke up with you, big brother," Rachel murmured, "But since you need some serious cheering up... maybe this weekend, I could be your girlfriend?"

Matt wasn't proud of the fact that he literally gasped at this question, as it made him feel like a cartoon character, but he had more important things to worry about. Such as the fact that his little sister was smiling with undisguised delight and batting her eyes at him. He leaned back, subconsciously trying to put some distance between them, and moved his hands to support himself on the bed, which caused his blanket croissant to fall open. Now it sort of looked like a half-peeled banana, if one wanted to continue comparing it to food. Thinking about bananas wasn't very high on the confused male's list of priorities, though, as he realized Rachel was waiting for him to say something. "...B-but... but you're my sister!" he blurted out. Not the most original response, perhaps, but then he was having trouble forming complicated thoughts at the moment, his mind wracked by confusion and embarrassment. "Seriously, what the hell, Rachel? T-this has to be a prank, right?" he asked, more perplexed than angry, "Are you wearing a hidden camera or some shit, trying to make a splash on YouTube?"

The slender femme just giggled, clearly at ease and rather a lot more relaxed than her brother. "No, but if I did, I bet it would go viral," she teased, "There's a much simpler explanation, Matty." She took a single step forward, and Matt swallowed nervously. Rachel bent forward to put her face at his level, which probably not coincidentally caused her loose shirt to hang low, offering him a nice view of her cleavage. Her voice had dropped almost to a whisper, but her words were firm, unmistakably honest. "I want you, Matt. I've wanted you for a long, long time now."

The reeling male trembled with shock, momentarily dazed by the power of his sister's words as she calmly moved forward again. "N-no, you're kidding, you're teasing me, you're just being weird..." he whimpered, not even believing that himself. He sucked in a shuddery breath as Rachel suddenly climbed onto the bed. She knelt over him, her legs on either side of his own, practically sitting in his lap. Her tail was wagging like a thing possessed; it was almost a wonder it didn't go flying off her butt with the strength behind it. His heart beating like a jackhammer, his mind still in shock from her announcement, Matt just sat there and watched as his sibling - his sweet little sister Rachel! - reached behind him, took hold of one of his hands, brought it forward, and slipped it up under the hem of her shirt. His mind didn't even register this as an alarming scenario until it was too late: Rachel firmly pressed his palm against a soft, warm, fuzzy mound with a fleshy nub in the centre. He was cupping his sister's breast, and she hadn't even worn a bra. "I'm very, very serious, Matty," she cooed, "Just feel how hard my ni-" "Rachel!" he gasped, flabbergasted, as he yanked his hand away, "Oh my God!"

Shaking his head, Matt let out a canine whine, his eyes staring off at nothing in particular as his mind frantically searched every memory of the past five years or so that Rachel had been even slightly involved with. "I - I don't understand!" he said, helplessly, "I never even got a hint of this! You never flirted with me, never made eyes at me when I had my shirt off, never got upset when I was dating... Girls don't just randomly jump on their brothers out of the blue like this, Rachel! This doesn't make any sense!"

He was brought back to the bedroom, brought back to the present, when the younger wild dog put a hand on his cheek and turned his face back towards hers. His ears flat against his head, Matt couldn't help but whimper again. Rachel just smiled beatifically at him. "It's okay, Matty," she whispered, gently, "Relax. Some things just don't make sense. Some things don't need to." He realized what was going to happen before she made her move. He could have stopped her. He could have pushed her away. He could have done a lot of things, but what Matt actually did was absolutely nothing. He just sat there as Rachel churred quietly, leaned in closer, and kissed him.

Matt tensed up from head to toe, so stunned by this rapid set of events that he was completely overwhelmed. For a few moments, raw, blind panic surged through his mind, and he was unable to think anything at all. Then, when the world did not come crumbling down around them, all natural laws broken, a thought snuck past the confused male's defences: God are her lips ever soft... It flitted past, feeling so natural that he didn't even register it for a few seconds, and as soon as he asked himself why that thought didn't alarm him, quite a few more popped up.

She's so warm, it's been a long time since I've felt someone this close.

She smells amazing, is that perfume, or just her scent?

That boob was so soft, I wish I'd squeezed it.

And so on, and so on, and so on. He'd never have seen it coming, but this felt good. Even natural, somehow, despite what he'd have expected an incestuous kiss to feel like. After spending so much time alone, wallowing in misery, he found he didn't want this moment to end, to go back to feeling awful all by himself... so as his muscles slowly relaxed, Matt reached up, put his arms around Rachel, and began to kiss her back.

As he placed his hands on his sister's back, Matt felt her shiver against him. As he parted his lips and let his tongue slip out to meet hers, Rachel made a muffled sound of glee. Matt's eyes were closed, but he wasn't imagining she was Samantha, or any other girl in the world. As impossible as it would have sounded even five minutes ago, the lonely male was enjoying making out with his own sister - at least, with this sister, he quickly corrected himself, and then reflected on how weird it felt making that clarification. It wasn't until he felt Rachel's own muscles relax, and she settled down, actually sitting in his lap, that Matt realized that beneath her warm smile and bedroom eyes, Rachel had been nervous too. No doubt she'd been afraid that this crazy plan of hers wouldn't work...

As his own tail began to wag within the sheet that still enwrapped his lower body, the elder wild dog let such thoughts drift out of his mind, focusing instead on the gentle interplay between their lips and tongues, the way Rachel's hands were rubbing up and down his back soothingly, and of course, the gentle, gloriously feminine scent that was tickling his nostrils. Matt decided that it was her natural scent after all... it had just never seemed this alluring before.

When they finally broke off the kiss - and Matt felt a stab of disappointment - Rachel's face broke into a delighted smile. For a long, pregnant moment, the siblings just looked at each other, and it was clear that neither of them were quite sure how to address what had just happened. Matt took a stab at it, and it wasn't quite Shakespeare, but at least it broke the silence. "Well," he said, softly, "That just happened." Rachel tittered excitedly to herself. "Yes, yes it did," she confirmed, "...How do you feel about it?" Matt glanced off to the side, taking a deep breath. "A lot better than I would have thought," he admitted, "It was actually k-kinda great." The delighted female grinned from ear to ear and made a high-pitched hee noise that Matt found quite charming. "You've, uh, you've wanted to do that for a long time, haven't you?" he asked, just above a whisper. "You have no idea," Rachel replied, even more quietly. There were so many questions Matt wanted to ask, so very many, jostling for position, trying to be asked, and yet, there was only one that the wild dog wanted to vocalize. "...Can it happen again?"

The shapely femme broke out into gleeful laughter, and Matt found himself smiling a little harder, the sound music to his ears. "You're teasing me!" Rachel said, blushing. "I'm not!" Matt insisted, "I kinda can't believe I'm not, but I'm not!" "Really?" she asked, lowering her ears a little, self-consciously, "You're not, um, upset or anything?" Blinking, Matt looked off to the side and did a little self-evaluation. "Uhh... You know, I kinda feel like I should be? Like this should be weird and uncomfortable and... stuff?" he said, eloquently, "But I don't feel any of that, it was just so nice and comfortable and, and..." "Natural?" Rachel suggested hopefully. "Yes! Exactly!" Matt said, his tail wagging a little harder. This, in turn, clearly pleased Rachel, whose ears perked back up. "Eeee!" she trilled, trembling elatedly, "I'm gonna be honest, I hadn't planned any further than this, I - I wasn't sure how you'd respond! This is so exciting!" Their smiles were mirror images of each other; Rachel's enthusiasm was deeply contagious.

"Well then, since we're improvising now..." Matt said, mentally high-fiving himself for playing it cool. He trailed off, leaning in closer and hoping his actions would speak louder than his words. But Rachel reached up and put a single finger between their mouths. "Ah, ah, ah!" she said, "...I want to hear you say the words." The older wild dog chuckled self-consciously, but quickly played along. "...I want to kiss you again, Rach," he said, softly, "I'm pretty sure it was fantastic, but I'd like to be sure." Giggling happily, the blushing female shivered again - a much more enjoyable sensation for Matt while she was sitting in his lap - and lowered her hand. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she sighed, "Come here, big brother!"

Rachel's use of that particular term of endearment made Matt raise his eyebrows, but before he could even think of how to address it, they were kissing again, and for the moment, it suddenly didn't matter. God, she's such a good kisser... he thought, I could do this all day... As he remembered that their family was away for the rest of the weekend, and that the two of them making out all day was an actual option, Matt churred gently into the lip-lock. It was around that time, though, that Matt felt his flaccid penis give a throb, appreciative both of the sensual behaviour and of the warm, beautiful woman sitting directly atop it. So directly, in fact, that Rachel tensed up and made a surprised sound, clearly having noticed.

Breaking off the kiss and lowering his ears, Matt swallowed a whimper. "Oh - Oh God, I'm sorry, Rach, I... I..." He fidgeted on the spot, torn between wanting Rachel off his lap out of embarrassment and wanting her to stay right where she was because her rump felt so very, very good pressed against him. The slender female reached out and placed both hands on his shoulders; apparently, she didn't want to move. "No, no, it's okay, big brother," she whispered, "I - I said I wanted you, remember? I was... kinda hoping we could go a little further than kissing." "There it is again," he replied, "You keep calling me 'big brother', even after we've, you know, kissed." "So?" "So, I thought... Well, you said you wanted to be my girlfriend this weekend," he said, "I thought that meant you didn't want to be my sister." In fact, he'd been making an effort to think of the she-dog in his arms as 'a beautiful woman', not as 'my sister'. Rachel made a face and crossed her arms as she tilted her head to one side and regarded him oddly. "I'll always be your sister, Matty, I don't want that to change," she said, confidently, "...It's just that maybe I want us to be a little more than that."

"You've had time to think about this," Matt observed, "You really have wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" He was quite perceptive when it came to his sibling, always had been, just as she could read him like the proverbial book. "Y-yeah..." Rachel said, averting her eyes, "I first realized I was attracted to you when I was fourteen..." She hesitated, looking conflicted, and then she closed her eyes and finished the thought. "...And I first realized I was in love with you when I was nineteen."

Matt felt a flutter in his heart and whimpered sympathetically without realizing it. "Oh, little sister..." he whispered, reaching out to touch her face. Rachel immediately nuzzled against his hand. Matt's mind was racing, just like his pulse. She was in love with him? How could that be? Maybe he wasn't as good at reading her as he thought... "Does that... bother you, Matty?" Rachel murmured nervously, bringing his focus back to the here and now instead of his interpersonal skills. Immediately, he thought about smoothing over the flaws and telling her what he thought she wanted to hear, but once again, as he met her gaze, he found himself being perfectly honest with her. "More than I'd like, but less than I'd expect," he said, self-consciously, "It's... it's kind of a lot to take in all at once, sis. I mean... ten minutes ago, I had no idea you thought about me that way, and now, all I want to do is keep kissing you." He sighed and averted his gaze. "I'm just nervous because I... I'm not sure what that says about me."

It wasn't the happiest Rachel had ever looked, but she'd clearly been bracing herself for a much less positive response, so there was a queer mixture of disappointment and relief battling it out in her eyes. "I understand," she said, sounding like she meant it, "We don't need to rush this, Matt, we can take all the time in the world to figure this out." She managed a small smile that didn't completely reach her eyes. "There'll be other weekends, right?" She started to stand up, but Matt reached out and took her hand in his own. "N-no, no, it's okay," he said, briefly confused as to how it came about that he was the one comforting her, "Let's just slow down a little, give me time to... wrap my head around this." Rachel's smile became considerably more genuine, and she eased back down to the bed. "Alright," she agreed, "That sounds lovely."

Brother and sister lay down on their sides, facing each other. Matt marvelled at how good Rachel looked with her hair casually hanging across her face, wild and untamed. He reached over, and after a heartbeat's hesitation, brushed the hair out of the way, which just so happened to take the form of softly caressing her cheek. "I can't get over how not-weird this feels," he mused, "I don't know how I never saw how beautiful you were before, not like this. It's like you said a magic word and broke a spell or something." She reached up and cupped her hand atop his, trapping it against her face. "You got me," she teased, "I'm a powerful sorceress, and I've beguiled you, Matthew Abara. Now you can be the first of my man-harem." "I mean, you say that like it would be a bad thing..." he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Rachel laughed delightedly, her tail beginning to wag again, more slowly this time, more restrained. Matt couldn't help but chuckle along.

As the laughter subsided, Rachel regarded her sibling carefully, a sly look in her eyes. That look generally meant trouble, and had made Matt wonder on more than one occasion if there was any fox in their family history. "So, if you thought of me as your innocent little sister, never saw me as a real live girl before, why'd you kiss me back?" she teased. Grinning, he shrugged. "Okay, so there may have been a few... impure thoughts... along the way," he admitted, "I never said I was a saint, just that I was surprised this feels so natural." She let go of his hand and he sighed. "Even now, I can't get over how soft your fur is," he mused, "I feel like I could just... touch you, all day long. But it's..." He trailed off, but they both knew what he wasn't saying.

Incest. It felt like the word was a physical force, hanging over them, making the atmosphere in the room thicker, heavier. But at the same time, a part of Matt found it thrilling just how taboo it was, a part he'd never noticed before that had been absolutely delighted when Rachel kissed him. "We've always had a connection, Matt, I don't need to tell you that," she said now, as if she were reading his mind, "But as we got older, I felt like that connection only got stronger, deeper... I know this is a lot to take in, and I'm sorry I got overexcited and kinda sprung this on you all at once, but I never would have told you this, never would have kissed you... if I hadn't felt from the very beginning like you felt it too."

Dwelling on this, and feeling perhaps the most mixed set of emotions he'd ever experienced in his life, Matt decided to extend his hand and rest it on his sister's side. Rachel shivered at his touch, even through her T-shirt, and Matt swallowed nervously. "I-is it okay if I...?" he whispered, hesitating to say the words 'touch you' out loud, for the question felt lewder than it had in his mind. "Please," Rachel replied, smiling, "Be my guest." With a smirk, Matt began to stroke his hand back and forth, as though he was petting a domestic snoozing at his side. "Where did you get those shorts?" he asked, as his gaze dropped to the jeans that covered her pelvis and very little else. "I've, um, had 'em for a while now," she said, carefully, "I've just never worn 'em where anyone else in the family could see. Before, I mean."

Matt dug his fingers in just a little, scratching gently at his sister's skin through the thin shirt. He was hoping for giggles, but she didn't seem to be ticklish there. "So, uh, where did you wear them?" he asked, faux-innocently. "Well, they're great for wearing over a bikini if I'm going to the beach," she said, pausing before adding "Even those beaches where you don't need a bikini..." Matt blinked, taken aback. "You went to a nude beach?" he asked, incredulously, "You, my sweet little sister, showed yourself off in public?" She just giggled in response. His hand halting for a moment, the amused male regarded his sibling carefully. "...Did you really?" he asked, "Or did you just say that so I'd picture you naked?" Rachel shrugged and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Can't it be both?" she teased.

As they spoke, Rachel moved on the spot and her loose shirt slipped down from her side, exposing a bare patch of fur that Matt's hand quickly slipped onto. He paused a moment, rubbing his fingers through the other wild dog's short fur, and Rachel watched with interest as he teased one fingertip under the hem of her shirt. "May I...?" he asked, softly. "If you're really comfortable with it, sure," the slender femme replied. Trying to move slowly, so as not to give away the eagerness he'd been trying to keep in check this entire time, Matt pushed his hand under Rachel's shirt and began feeling up her naked pelt. After only a few seconds, Rachel sat up. "Wait..." she said, moving in closer to him. Matt sat up himself as she settled down. "Okay, that's better," she said, leaning in to kiss him again as his hands returned to its place under her shirt and began exploring her back.

As his sister's tongue slipped back into his mouth, Matt briefly reflected on how weird it was that kissing Rachel already felt familiar to him. As their tongues met, he sighed happily through his nostrils and ran his hands all over the younger canine's back. He took his time, tracing the smooth curve of her muscles, teasing his fingertips up along her spine, and dragging his fingers through her fur all the while, savouring the new sensations and textures of the experience. Rachel broke off the kiss and whimpered, nuzzling against his cheek. "Oh, Matty," she breathed, "I've wanted to feel your hands on me for so long..."

Scritching his fingers through her pelt and making her shudder against him, Matt instinctively churred quietly. "Is that why you made me touch your boob earlier?" he asked. She giggled again. "God, I can't believe I was so forward," she tittered, "My heart was beating so fast!" "I know," agreed the taller dog, "I could feel it through your boob!" She laughed at that, leaning away from him, and Matt took advantage of their position to slide his hands around her sides to rest on her stomach. Rachel looked down at the lumps under her shirt, surprised. "Oh! Feeling a bit bolder? I had hoped you would..." she mused, reaching down to take hold of her shirt again. "No, leave it... for now," Matt breathed, "It's kinda hot that I can't see anything."

Rachel seemed to disagree, if anything she looked mildly disappointed she wouldn't get to take her shirt off yet, but she gamely played along as Matt's hands began rubbing in circles on her abdomen. "Your fur is even softer here," he whispered, "I really like it." Truth be told, her fur was thinner in the front, and he was a bit more distracted by the feeling of her warm skin as he played his hands over it. Matt caressed her tummy, teased one fingertip along the waistline of her shorts, even poked curiously into her belly button, where he finally found a ticklish spot. He made a silent note of that before she churred softly and drew his attention. "Mmm, you have such strong hands, big brother..." she sighed, practically yawning in her comfort, "But why don't you try a little further north?"

His cheeks were already flushed with arousal, but Matt nonetheless telegraphed his embarrassment by lowering his ears and ducking his head slightly. Part of being a dog meant learning to accept that you wear your emotions on your sleeve... or occasionally, on your tail. "I'm - I'm getting around to it!" he muttered, "I thought if I went straight for the boobs, you'd think I was a pervert!" Rachel smiled at him warmly. "I was hoping you were a pervert, Matty," she corrected, "If you weren't, you wouldn't want to have your wicked way with your own sister, remember?"

Matt blinked and then considered the situation: both hands beneath his sister's shirt, penis stirring to life in his pants, the taste of Rachel's lip balm lingering... "Huh, I guess I am a pervert..." he whispered to himself, as the thought really dawned on him. Rachel giggled at the matter-of-fact way he said that, and then leaned back, lacing her fingers behind her head as if offering herself to him freely. Matt took a deep breath for courage, then slid his hands up until they reached Rachel's bust. He hesitated a moment, self-doubt whispering in his ear, and then, unable to resist the desire a moment longer, Matt cupped both hands over his little sister's bare breasts.

Rachel yelped softly at that first (well, second) direct contact, and she shuddered hard as Matt gave her teats an experimental squeeze. The older wild dog watched, eyes wide, as his sibling arched her back, pressing herself against his hands. "Ohh, don't stop now, Matty," Rachel whispered needily, "Keep going..." Matt felt a delicious little shiver of his own at the sound of those words. He'd never dreamed he would hear Rachel use that tone of voice... Taking her advice, he began to rub and knead at her pillowy-soft mounds, giving his sister a spirited, enthusiastic groping. Rachel whimpered softly in approval.

Matt ran his thumbs back and forth over the points of tight, wrinkled flesh jutting out from the softest, lightest fur on Rachel's body. "Wow, your nipples are really hard," he observed, remembering what she'd said the first time she made him touch her. Turning her face away from his, Rachel moaned softly, squirming on the bed. It wasn't hard to draw a conclusion. "...They're really sensitive, aren't they?" he whispered. Before she could answer this question, he caught her off-guard by tweaking her nips, lightly pinching them between thumb and forefinger. Rachel stiffened and cried out with pleasure. "Yes!" she gasped, "Yes they are!" It had been a rhetorical question, but Matt found his sister yelping out such information to be tremendously arousing, so he didn't mind. As he kept the treatment up, Rachel lifted her hands and placed them on his upper arms. He expected her to pull his hands away from her boobs, like the feeling was too intense, but she just held on. He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he was more interested in continuing to fondle her than in making sense of her body language.

Matt continued to feel up his sister's tits, squeezing the soft flesh and teasing his fingertips at her nipples. They were some of the only hairless spots on Rachel's body, and as he rubbed at her areolas, he smiled at the novelty of touching his sister's bare skin without her pelt in the way. Distantly, and not for the first time, he wondered how humans put up with having all that skin exposed all the time. Perhaps they just spent their lives in a constant state of arousal. It would explain a few things about them... After only a minute or so, however, the playful male stopped. "Um, I think..." he started, "I think we're ready." "What?" Rachel asked, her confusion fading as Matt moved down to take hold of the hem of her shirt, "Oh, right! Yes, please do, I'm starting to feel rather warm..."

Matt paused only long enough to take a deep breath and shiver with anticipation before he pulled Rachel's shirt up, exposing her upper body to his leering gaze. She held her arms up over her head, and her brother obediently pulled the shirt up and away, freeing her from the loose garment. "Oh, wow..." Matt breathed, as Rachel put her hands on her hips and smiled that dazzling smile again. "What do you think?" she asked, maybe a touch more self-consciously than she'd sounded before. Thusly invited, Matt let his eyes wander. Like any other member of their species, Rachel's pelt was a seemingly random collection of splotches in tans, blacks, whites, and browns, which had earned their people the nickname 'painted wolves'. Where some found it unattractive in its chaos, Matt, looking upon his sister's body, found the singular uniqueness very appealing indeed. "I think you're gorgeous, Rach," he said, without the slightest insincerity, "and I think you were right when you wanted the shirt off. This is going to be much more fun."

As Rachel giggled in delight, Matt crawled forward to take her back into his arms, his eyes locked boldly on her bare breasts, which seemed just as tantalizing to his eyes as they'd felt to his hands. But as he reached shamelessly for his sister's tits, Rachel leaned back - practically laying flat on her back now - and covered herself with one arm. Matt swallowed a whimper as her nipples were hidden from view again. An hour ago, he would have been dismayed to see Rachel topless, would have turned his back on her and stammered an apology. Now? Now he longed to gaze upon those soft mounds again, already missing them keenly. "Ah, ah, ah!" Rachel teased, waggling her free finger at him, "Fair's fair, big brother... lose the shirt."

Matt's smile returned immediately, and his tail began to wag. "Oh, is that all?" the eager wild dog replied cheerily, and he reached down and began peeling his own much tighter shirt up and off. "Mmmm, you've been working out," Rachel murmured approvingly as she took in her sibling's abs. Feeling just a touch self-conscious, Matt flexed for her, and enjoyed the way she tittered happily. The shapely femme let her arm drop back down and beckoned him over with the crook of a finger, but Matt stayed where he was... and unzipped his pants. "You know what, my chest isn't as fun to look at as yours," he deadpanned. "I beg to differ..." Rachel muttered, just loudly enough so that he could hear. "So, I'm gonna make us a bit more even," The elder sibling said, as if she hadn't spoken.

Moving more slowly this time, Matt unfastened his pants and opened his belt, shivering in excitement as he saw just how keenly Rachel was watching him. She was so beautiful, so sensual, and she was squirming impatiently for him. With a smirk, he began to ease his jeans down his thighs, and he silently high-fived himself as Rachel's eyes widened when the lump in his boxers came into view. "Oh, that's so much better," he sighed, "I was worried I was gonna get stuck inside." "Stuck inside what?" Rachel asked curiously. Matt blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "Oh, I mean my - my knot," he explained, somewhat embarrassed, "My pants were tight, and I was afraid my knot was going to, ah, inflate while it was still in my shea-" "Shut the front door!" His sister interrupted, sitting bolt upright, "Your junk is Inherited?!" Ears lowering a little, Matt swallowed. He hadn't exactly expected this reaction. "Um, yes?" "How did I not know that?!" Rachel asked, rhetorically, "Oh my God, Inherited bits are so hot!" Hearing his little sister praising his genitals (if indirectly) sent a shudder of pleasure all the way from the tips of Matt's ears to the end of his tail.

As Matt finally discarded his pants completely, standing before his sister in nothing but his boxers, he drank in the sight of a topless Rachel staring directly at his bulge, an almost hungry need plain to see in her eyes. "It's not all the way out yet," he said casually as he moved to sit back down next to her, "That tent could get a lot bigger before we're done..." He felt his penis give a gentle pulse when Rachel visibly swallowed, and distantly wondered why he'd ever had doubts about this.

Coming back to the bed, Matt laid down and pulled his sister into his arms. Rachel giggled excitedly when her brother's bulge pressed against her, and she eagerly kissed him back when he moved to capture her lips. Sighing contentedly through his nostrils, Matt prepared to lose himself in his sibling again, letting his hands wander up and down her body, caressing her breasts, stroking her tail, dragging his fingertips through her fur, and groping her butt. But he'd only been indulging himself in his lover's body for about a minute when Rachel broke off the kiss and leaned back. Her lips parted, but she visibly hesitated before speaking. Matt noticed that her ears had already been flat against her head, and her tail was attempting to hide between her legs. He could almost hear her struggling to find the right words for something embarrassing... and after a moment's thought, he had a pretty good idea what. "...You want to see it, don't you?" he guessed, his smile growing. "Y-yes..." she immediately admitted, "I've never been with - I've never seen Inherited junk in the flesh before, and I'm... curious, okay?" "Hmmm, you know, I'm kinda good just staying like this for a while, actually," he lied, grinning cheekily. He'd been about to add something else to try and get his sister to blush, but the words evaporated from his mind as Rachel reached out and boldly took hold of his prick through his boxers. "Come on, big brother," Rachel whispered, smiling self-consciously, "Don't make me beg."

There was a part of Matt, a very small part, that really, really wanted to hear Rachel beg, but it was a part of himself he'd never been aware of before, and he was dealing with enough confusing new feelings tonight as it was, thank you very much. Pushing that thought out of his mind, he slipped out of Rachel's arms. "Well, alright," he said, "A 'please' would have been nice, but I'm in a good mood." Standing up straight, Matt hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them away from his skin. Rachel squirmed on the bed, clearly impatient. This time, rather than drawing it out and teasing her, Matt quickly pulled his shorts down and off, standing up fully naked in front of his sister, whose eyes widened as they locked onto his rigid cock.

His heart pounding like a jackhammer, Matt stepped forward so Rachel could get a better look. The slender female's eyes ran from his tapered tip, down the blood-red, veiny shaft, and onto the wrinkled skin surrounding the entrance to his sheath. It was so clear that she wanted to touch it that Matt had to resist the urge to giggle excitedly. He'd planned to play it cool, to back up and tell her that fair was fair, and he wanted to see her naked too, but Rachel's reflexes were better than his, apparently. Before he realized she was even doing it, she snapped her hand out and took hold of her brother's naked cock, her fingers feeling warm and soft against the taut, slightly moist skin of his penis.

Gently squeezing it, Rachel placed one finger against the spot where Matt's dick slipped out of his sheath. "It's moving!" she said, delighted, "It's not all the way out yet! I've always wanted to feel this!" Rubbing at the back of his neck and focusing all of his energy on trying to look and sound casual, Matt smiled at her. "Well, if there's a next time, you can feel it from the start," he offered, and the smile Rachel sent his way made him mentally high-five himself again. Such exciting words, 'next time'...

Matt's prick had almost been fully free of his sheath, so he let her have her fun until he'd reached full erection, and then he cleared his throat. "Rach?" he said, "I'm dying to see you, too." He swallowed, feeling the same hunger he saw in her eyes. Rachel looked up to his face for the first time in a little while, and her smile grew even wider. "Are you asking for something, big brother?" she asked faux-innocently, sending a pleasantly taboo shiver down Matt's spine. Lowering his ears respectfully - but not, this time, submissively - Matt smirked at his sister. "C'mon, little sister," he said, throwing her teasing right back at her, "Don't make me beg."

Rachel tittered to herself, delighted, and rolled off the bed onto her feet. She stood up straight and reached down to the tight, hip-hugging jean shorts Matt had found it hard to take his eyes off of. But no sooner had she laid her hands on them when Matt laid his hands on hers. "Allow me," he whispered in her ear, before planting a kiss on it. As her ear flicked instinctively, Rachel giggled again and watched as Matt came around in front of her and dropped down to his knees. His tail wagging energetically, the eager male unfastened her fly and peeled the flaps away, revealing a pair of dark pink panties. "These are cute," he opined, as she began scratching him behind the ears, "Pink looks good on you." "Mmm, right now, I think pink would feel better on the floor of your bedroom, don't you?" Rachel playfully replied.

Empathetically agreeing, Matt tucked his thumbs into the waistband of Rachel's daisy dukes and began tugging them to the ground, careful to avoid pulling her underwear down with them. As the shorts made the trip from tail to ankles, Matt blatantly let his hands slide down his sister's lovely legs. He copped a feel of her pert ass to start with, then caressed her thighs, her knees, and her calves, touching her as gently and as sensually as if he were giving her a massage. At least, that was his intention. He wasn't sure it was actually quite as erotic as that... Deciding to go a little bit further, he paused once her feet were free of the shorts so he could lean in and kiss his sister on the inner thigh, which earned him a giggle and a harder scratch behind the ear. He could get used to that...

Matt was all set to keep teasing Rachel for a while, but then he picked up a hint of a most wonderful scent, and he glanced up and finally noticed. "Oh wow, Rach, these panties are soaked," he breathed, shivering pleasantly at the sight. It wasn't like he'd thought the eager female had been faking her attraction this entire time, but he still felt his heart race at actual evidence that Rachel was turned on because of him. "Of course they are," the younger wild dog said, coming as close as a canine could to purring, "Oh, Matty, all these years I've dreamed about you, and now this is actually happening... Ever since the moment you kissed me back, I've been so, so wet..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, just barely audible. "Go ahead, big brother, take a look... I'm all yours."

Not needing to be told twice, Matt leaned in close and put his hands on Rachel's hips, his eyes locked on the thin, wet fabric which clung tightly to her heated mound, outlining the details just enough to get his motor running. Carefully bringing his nose between his sister's thighs, he took a curious sniff. Matt shivered as he sampled Rachel's most personal scent, as her canine arousal pheromones flooded into his body, tickling his nerves and turning him on even more. Down below, his ignored penis gave a throb, and a droplet of pre-come drooled from his tip to disappear into the fur on Rachel's leg. Neither Abara noticed.

Biting his lip, his heart pounding in his ear, Matthew cupped his hands over Rachel's butt again, this time tucking his thumbs into her underwear, and began sliding them down, much more slowly than the jean shorts, peeling the sodden panties away from the warm flesh beneath. His eyes widened as he first beheld the sight of his little sister's naked vulva, glistening with prolonged arousal. Her clitoris had long since peeked out from its hood to say hello. Both siblings shivered with desire as they drew closer to the moment they each longed for. Matt couldn't help but think of the excited, hungry expression on Rachel's face when his penis had first come into view; he had a hunch he looked very similar right now...

Neither of them exchanged a word as Matt freed Rachel of her panties, and as he casually tossed the sodden garment off into the room, she eagerly climbed back into bed, her tail wagging energetically. "C'mon over, Matty," Rachel said, patting the bed next to her, "Let's cuddle!" Her enthusiasm for snuggling suggested that this was something she'd been thinking about long before she decided to actually confront her brother with her attraction to him.

Matt went and lay down next to her, alright, but instead of pouncing on her like all of his instincts were screaming at him to, he just lay there, running his eyes over every inch of Rachel's exposed pelt. With a single fingertip, he lightly traced her fur patterns. "What are you doing?" Rachel asked, frowning just slightly in confusion. "I've never seen you naked before," Matt replied, "Your body is like a work of art, sis... I'm just taking a moment to enjoy the view."

Blushing, Rachel lowered her ears slightly and giggled. "Oh, stop," she said, her tone indicating he should do no such thing, "You - you probably got that 'work of art' line from a book or something. Besides, Mom and Dad used to bathe us together when we were really little." Matt scoffed. "Oh, right, because that experience was anything like this one," he said, making her giggle again. Having leered at her for long enough, the smirking male leaned over and pulled Rachel into his arms, sighing in deepest contentment as he nuzzled against her cheek.

Matt churred happily as Rachel pressed against him, savouring the feeling of a warm, naked body against his own. The slender femme churred back, before licking gently at the side of his muzzle. Ohhh, how he'd missed this kind of intimacy. The cuddling, the kissing, the casual grooming gestures, it was heavenly for Matt. "Mmmm... I feel so much better than I did before you came in, Rach," he murmured, "You are a miracle worker." She planted a smooch on his nose and caressed his side, making him shiver there. "I appreciate it, but you might want to save that for later," she replied, playfully, "I mean, you haven't even had me yet." "God, I love how casual you are about that," Matt sighed, letting one hand rest on her pert rump, "You have no idea what it's doing to me to hear you, of all people, talking about fucking me like it's no big deal."

Rachel laughed and moved in closer. Matt grunted softy as his erection was pressed between their bodies, feeling Rachel's fur brushing against the sensitive underside with her slightest movements. "Oh, I think I've got some idea," she chuckled, "Every time you talk about my body, I... I clench down inside." She began stroking her fingers through his hair. "You are so very handsome when you smile like that, you know that?" Rachel added, "I've wanted to tell you that for, Christ, years now, but I was always afraid that if I did, you'd figure out that I... wanted this." "It must have been tough, feeling that way and having to hide it for so long," Matt replied, teasing his fingers through the fur on her back. Wild dog hair was a bit coarse, but Rachel's was downright silky compared to his. The slender femme sighed. "It was. I used to be so afraid of how angry you might get, that I might lose you forever..." she said, "But that's Past Rachel's cross to bear. Now Rachel has got you naked in her arms, and she doesn't plan to dwell on all that uncertainty and fretting and guilt..."

Matt chuckled and hugged her tight for a moment, the squeeze causing Rachel to let out a quiet beh noise he found adorable. "Congratulations on that, by the way, you've got me wrapped around your little finger," he deadpanned. As she giggled, he buried his face against the gentle curve where her neck met her shoulder, breathing deep of her scent. "I've got you too, little sister, and I'm not letting go," he murmured, "Mmmm... Goddamn, you smell good. Maybe it's just because I haven't been close with a girl in so long..." He took a deep, snuffling breath, tickling Rachel's neck and earning some more musical giggles. "Nope," he concluded, "You smell amazing." He smiled as his sister laughed joyously.

Rubbing a hand along her back again, Matt churred again. "You feel amazing, too," he observed, "Like I said before, I could hold you forever... I don't wanna get ahead of myself, Rach, but maybe you were right to tell me about your feelings... maybe..." He fell silent, unable to bring himself to say the words, afraid of what might happen if they weren't true... and terrified of what might happen if they were. "Um, speaking of lamely trailing off," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to salvage his dignity, "We, uh, haven't kissed in a while, you wanna do that?" Despite his best efforts to resist, his ears lowered towards the back of his head in shame for wussing out like that. But Rachel began caressing his cheek with her long, delicate fingers, and as Matt leaned back, he found only the same warmth and tenderness as before in her eyes, not the heartbreaking disappointment he'd been sure would have replaced it. "It's okay," she said, simply, "I... understand how hard it is to accept something like that, much less to say the words." He smiled gratefully at her, and she booped him on the nose. "And to answer your question, I always want to kiss you, big brother." She said it so earnestly that it made Matt shiver just listening to it.

He let himself be pulled in closer as Rachel captured his lips with her own. It was almost strange how quickly making out with his own sibling had become the easiest thing in the world. The younger wild dog cupped the back of his head, slipping her fingers into his hair just as her tongue slipped into his mouth. After a few moments of this, Rachel gently rolled over onto her back, and Matt eagerly moved with her, keeping their kiss intact. Since he had to move his hands anyway, he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, earning a contented sigh from his lover as he began to squeeze and knead her soft teat. When he started toying with her hard nipple, rolling it between two fingers, Rachel arched her back off the bed and broke off the kiss just long enough to gasp with pleasure, before hungrily moving back in for more.

This only continued for a minute or two before Matt sat up a little, grinning down at his sister, unable to keep his eyes from darting to her breasts for a moment. "Rach, can I... try something?" he asked, his tail wagging. From the way she bit her lip for a moment, Matt was pretty sure she knew exactly what he had in mind, and it was all but confirmed for him when she nodded without asking. He lay back down, but further down the bed this time, and, after a moment of admiring her boobs up close, Matt took one of his sister's nipples into his mouth. The instant his tongue touched her sensitive flesh, Rachel tensed up beneath him and moaned softly. "Oh fuck..." she sighed, "I love that this was your idea..."

Winking at her, Matt pursed his lips and began to suckle gently, teasing her stiff nipple with the tip of his tongue and wetting her areola with slow licks. Reaching up with the hand that wasn't supporting himself in this position, the eager male began to squeeze and fondle the opposite breast, and Rachel whimpered and placed her hand over his... before guiding his fingers to her nipple, helping and encouraging her brother to have his way with her. It was one of the most sensual things Matt had ever experienced.

Time passed, and Matt eventually adjusted his position so that he could venerate Rachel's other breast, but he couldn't help but notice that she had begun rubbing her thighs together... just as he couldn't help but notice the occasional glimpse of glistening moisture in her fur there. Instead of immediately acting on this observation, the older wild dog continued unhurriedly nursing at his lover's bosom, enjoying the way that Rachel whimpered and panted, writhing with pleasure beneath him. Eventually, when he felt he'd treated her girls with equal love so far, Matt switched back to the first breast, but this time instead of groping its twin, he placed his hand on her chest just below her boobs, lightly rubbing and scratching at her pelt. As a canid, Rachel clearly enjoyed this; even morphic dogs love getting their bellies rubbed.

Rachel was lounging back on her brother's bed, eyes closed, a gentle smile across her muzzle, losing herself in the experience of having her breasts suckled by the man she adored. She'd picked up the slack and started fondling her free teat herself, tweaking her nipple between her fingers and massaging the soft flesh beneath. Despite this distractingly lovely visual, Matt kept on-task, carefully scratching and rubbing as his hand moved back and forth across her chest, gradually drifting down onto her belly... and continuing to creep south almost painfully slowly. Down, down, down, scratching at her fur, rubbing at her soft skin, like they had alllllll the time in the world. Rachel didn't even seem to realize until he reached her belly button, and playfully stuck a fingertip inside to give her a quick tickle. Her eyes shot open as she let out a single, surprised laugh, glancing down at the hand on her tummy before darting over to meet her brother's gaze. Both siblings shivered as their eyes conveyed so much without a single word being spoken.

The more this continued, the heavier the moment felt, Matt's hand creeping closer and closer to Rachel's treasures as he continued to worship her chest. But when he felt his fingers slip into her pubic fur, Matt hesitated; this silent thing they had going was kind of a turn-on, but she was his little sister, he couldn't just grab her without permission! "Rach..." he whispered to her, struggling to say the words aloud, "Can I...? May I...?" The needy female whimpered and rubbed her thighs together again. "Oh, please do," she replied, "Please?" She sounded embarrassed, desperate. Okay, maybe he had been leaning a bit too heavily on the foreplay. It had been a while... But with his conscience eased, Matt took a deep breath and then, with one last movement, slipped his hand down between his sister's legs and cupped it over Rachel's warm, slick mound. "Ohhh, Matty..." she sighed, her entire body tensing up beneath him. He took that as a good sign.

As Rachel settled back down to the bed, panting quietly, Matt gave her box a curious squeeze, shivering as he savoured the feeling of the soft, moist skin against his fingers. With a handsome smile across his muzzle, the older wild dog began to explore, rubbing up and down Rachel's lust-swollen outer lips, caressing the sensitive flesh and giving a shiver of his own as the fur on his fingers grew damp, soaking up her warm juices. Once again, the thought entered his mind: was this really happening? Was he really feeling up sweet little Rachel? Was he really getting this turned on by it? She'd always been his favourite sibling, yeah, but this... "Ooooh, yes," Rachel whimpered, "Touch me, big brother, touch me!" Matt's prick gave an unmistakable throb when she called him 'big brother' in such a pleasured voice. He would have thought the taboo nature of this would have gotten in the way, but not only was that not the case, it was part of what made this such an erotic experience!

So, yes, then, this was definitely happening.

Adjusting his position slightly, Matt bent down to kiss his sister as his hand continued to rub and tease, now moving up to her clitoris. But Rachel turned away from his lips at the last moment, as the second his fingertips brushed her love button, she gasped, visibly shuddered, and moaned softly. "Has it been a while for you, too?" he whispered. He was smiling, but there wasn't a hint of mockery in his voice. Despite this, her ears lowered again and she avoided his gaze. "Maybe I just have high standards, okay?" "I'll take that as a compliment," he immediately responded. She giggled softly and smiled at him. "...Well, you should. Of all the men I've gone to bed with... You've meant the most to me." One silent mental high-five later, Matt shook his head. "I've died," he muttered. "I've had an aneurysm without noticing, and I'm dead, and this is what Heaven is like."

Rachel laughed delightedly and swatted lightly at Matt's arm. "Don't say that," she giggled, "If you're dead, then I'm either a figment of your pervy imagination, or a necrophiliac." Matt laughed along with her, his tail wagging merrily. "Oh God, when you put it like that..." he said, "Maybe we're just a couple of Class-A perverts after all." He teased the tip of his middle finger up and down the center of Rachel's slit, applying just enough pressure to part her labia and feel the wet warmth within. "Mmm, if this is what it's like, then being a perv is underrated..." she sighed, rolling her hips and grinding herself against his hand.

Chuckling, Matt licked her cheek affectionately, and then pressed down a little harder, the tip of his finger slipping between Rachel's lips to tease into her wet heat. The younger wild dog churred approvingly. "You're so wet, little sister..." Matt whispered, his snout teasing into one of his sibling's ears, "So hot... You're burning up. Let your big brother help you..." Rachel made a sound about halfway between a pleasured sigh and a happy giggle. "Oh please, Matty, please..." she whispered back, as though they didn't have the house all to themselves, "I need this so fucking bad..." Her lover nuzzled against the side of her muzzle and trailed his finger back and forth. With her slit parted like this, more of Rachel's juices seeped out, making the scent of her arousal stronger and even more impossible to ignore than before.

The playful male continued to stroke his finger back and forth along his sister's cleft, mixing things up by teasing her clitoris every time he reached the top. That additional stimulation clearly increased Rachel's desperation. She let out a frustrated canine whine even as she spread her legs a little wider, offering Matt better access to her pussy. "Oh God, you're killing me..." she whimpered, "Quit t-teasing me, I'm gonna go crazy!" Sighing again, Rachel averted her eyes and lowered her ears submissively, which was not body language Matt had ever expected to see from Rachel Abara. "Come on, big brother," she said, "Don't you think we've waited long enough?"

To be honest, Matt kinda wanted to keep teasing and exploring her naked body, to watch her writhe and moan under his touch. But after taking a deep breath to clear his head (which didn't really help, given that the air in the room was now filled with their pheromones), Matt reminded himself that this was Rachel, his Rachel, and he chose the merciful option. After toying with her sensitive clit one last time, he pushed down, slipping two of his fingers into Rachel's welcoming channel. Not having expected the sudden intrusion, the slender female started to sit up with a gasp, reaching out and taking hold of Matt's arm. "Easy, sis, I've got you," he whispered soothingly.

He adjusted the arm he was leaning on, putting his forearm under Rachel's head while his elbow held up his weight. As his lover slowly lay back down, her soft, flowing locks draped themselves over Matt's arm as she rested the back of her neck against it like a pillow. With his hand now sticking out past her head, he took a gentle hold of her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I've got you," he repeated, kissing her on the cheek. Rachel seemed to find particular meaning in these words, and whimpered as she shivered, relaxing in his embrace. "Mmmm... yes, you do..." she breathed, "I'm yours, Matty, I'm all yours..."

With his sister settled, Matt turned his attention back to his hand, marvelling at exactly how tightly Rachel's inner walls gripped his fingers, but how effortlessly those walls parted to make room as he pushed deeper, feeling around along her slick channel and familiarizing himself with this new frontier. Once again, the thought of what he was doing, and who he was doing it with, passed through Matt's mind, and for a moment, his fingers slowed down, wondering if that meant a part of him regretted this choice. But even as he pondered it, Rachel gave voice to those thoughts. "Nnghh..." she grunted, tensing up against him, "Oh fuck, I c-can't believe my big brother is fingering my pussy... Oh, Matty..."

Glancing to her face to see the pleasure plain on her features, Matt realized that his arm had changed the angle at which her head rested, so that now it was slightly raised. This unintentionally put her at the perfect angle to watch her brother's hand work its magic between her thighs. Listening to her words, and the desire dripping from them, the grinning male decided that the reason they kept mentally reminding themselves of their relation was because they were shameless perverts who got off on it, and happily moved his fingers a little faster, a little deeper.

Leaning back in to lay kisses and licks along her neck, shoulder, and the side of her face, Matt continued to work his fingers in and out of Rachel's sopping pussy, noting the way she would twitch or squirm or whimper as he rubbed here or there, searching diligently for her sensitive spots. "Are you n-normally this... thorough?" Rachel asked conversationally, "Most guys would be t-trying to, y'know, stick it in by now..." "No," he replied, calmly, "you're very special. I just wanna take my time and feel every inch of you..."

After he'd offered his arm as an impromptu pillow, Rachel had let go of the arm that was currently plundering her depths. She moved that hand onto Matt's chest, leaving it resting over her brother's heart, as if feeling his pulse. But with those words, Rachel giggled, and the hand began to move once more. "Ah, well, you're very special to me, too, so in that case..." When she took hold of his penis again, Matt sighed happily, feeling himself throb in her firm yet gentle grip. Sliding her fingers down the shaft, which was by now mostly coated in glistening pre-come, Rachel churred at the discovery of the swollen red lump at the base of her brother's prick. "Looks like it didn't get s-stuck in your sheath after all..." she mused, slipping her fingers around the base of his cock and taking a firm hold of his knot from beneath.

Matt wasn't exactly surprised by the playful squeeze his sister gave him, but he wasn't expecting the wave of pleasure that spread out from his penis as she did it, either. Tensing up, he gasped in ecstasy, and Rachel smiled. "Wow, big brother, it really has been a while, eh?" That was a bit hard to deny, but he still looked away, flustered. "No, you - you squeezed the bottom of my knot," he protested, "That's really sensitive! It's why tying feels so good!" Matthew grunted as his sister began to massage the skin between his knot and his sheath, rubbing with the tips of her fingers as his prick throbbed in her grip, a droplet of pre oozing down the shaft. "I'll keep that in mind," Rachel practically purred, and Matt shivered at the look in her eyes as she said it.

Wanting to focus on something other than his sister's machinations, Matt turned his attention back to Rachel's vagina, which continued to squeeze and clench at his fingers in a most appealing way. As he resumed searching for the spots that made the slender female's toes curl up, he paid more attention to her stubby love button, stroking and caressing it and earning a moan of pleasure from his lover. Words fell away as Matt gave his sister a spirited fingering, and Rachel squirmed and writhed in his embrace, unable to sit still as he coaxed more and more pleasure out of her body. Matt resumed affectionately nuzzling and kissing her cheek and throat, occasionally giving her shoulder a playful little nip. But even as he worked her so diligently, Rachel's hand wasn't stroking her brother's prick, just firmly holding it. It was clear that she wasn't trying to get Matt off - not right now, anyway - though he wasn't sure whether she was holding his tool for his benefit or her own.

Time passed, though the siblings barely noticed, as absorbed in each other as they were. Rachel interrupted her pleasured panting only to occasionally ask her brother to reverse direction when he'd just slipped past a particularly sensitive spot, helping him map out her slick channel in the most enjoyable way possible. After - well, Matt wasn't sure how long it had been, actually. He wasn't wearing a watch and his clock was in the opposite direction from the naked girl in his arms, and she was the only thing in the world he wanted to look at right now. But after quite a while, anyway, Rachel moaned softly, her ears lowering just a little. "Oh, oh Matty, I - I'm getting close," she murmured, "I'm getting s-so close!" "Do you want - of course you want me to finish you off, that's a stupid question," Matt said, scolding himself before he even finished the thought, before trying again, "Do you want me to do anything, uh, special? To get you off, I mean..." Rachel shook her head quickly, her hair tickling Matt's upper arm. "No, just... j-just kiss me!" she replied, "Nnngh, kiss me as you make me come!" "Music to my ears," The older wild dog muttered as he leaned in. His lover giggled excitedly, then sighed just before their lips made contact. "Ohhh_, big brother_..."

As their tongues danced and intertwined, Matt worked his fingers faster, pressed a little harder, feverishly masturbating his sister and earning whimpers and moans of pleasure to encourage him to keep going. As he kissed Rachel, deeply and energetically, he used the hand on the arm she was leaning against to caress her face, affectionately stroking his fingers through her hair and fur. He'd never wanted this badly to make a woman come, to bring her over the edge and deliver to her the pleasure she so badly needed, the pleasure she deserved... and it was as he was thinking these thoughts that Matt realized that somehow, deep down, none of the other women he'd ever been with had been quite as important to him as Rachel. At that moment, the trembling female cried out with pleasure and slipped her arms up and around his shoulders, holding tight to her older brother, clinging to him as though he was the only thing keeping her anchored to the world, as if she were afraid the coming pleasure would wash her right out of reality.

Rachel's trembling grew more and more severe, until suddenly, it ceased entirely, and she began to tense up from head to toe, every muscle in her body tightening in Matt's embrace. Knowing the moment was upon her, Matt opened his eyes and plunged his fingers as deep into Rachel's tight, gripping pussy as he could, while furiously stroking her clitoris with his thumb. The younger wild dog's eyes snapped open in surprise, instinctively locking onto her brother's as she came. Rachel let out a long, powerful moan of release as her hips bucked up off the bed, pressing hard against Matt's hand. Her inner walls squeezed and clenched rhythmically, in time with the waves of pleasure washing over her body from the inside and briefly turning every nerve in her body into a firework. Matt let out a little tremble of his own as he felt a gush of his sister's juices spray directly against his palm, hot and wet and deliciously fragrant, quickly filling the room with the scent of female ecstasy... and the pheromones that come with it. Matt continued to rub and stroke as best he could, drawing his lover's pleasure out as much as he could as she writhed and whimpered beneath him. And all the while, their eyes remained locked on each other, allowing Matt a front-row-seat to the emotional rollercoaster that accompanied such a powerful orgasm.

When her pleasures finally burned themselves out, Rachel slumped down against the bed, as limp as a ragdoll, with a quiet sigh. Matt semi-reluctantly allowed his sister's pussy to slip away from his hand, reminding himself of those delightful words: 'next time'. Carefully freeing his arm from beneath her, Matt gathered his lover's floppy form into his arms and rolled onto his back, eager for cuddles. After a moment, Rachel murmured something incoherent and slowly moved to hug him back, her tail wagging ever-so-slightly even now in her exhaustion. Matt licked her cheek, and she smiled. "Thank you, Rach," he whispered. She giggled tiredly. "Surely that's my line," she replied, without opening her eyes. "Mmm, you're comfy..." She nuzzled his chest, settling against it like a pillow. "Thank you for letting me do that for you," Matt clarified, "I don't rightly know why, but I've never been that into getting a girl off with just my fingers before." Rachel opened her mouth, and Matt immediately said "And I don't just mean it made my dick hard!" She snorted in amusement. "Take away all the fun lines, why don't you..."

Acting on a whim, Matt kissed her on the top of the head. "I'm glad it was good for you, little sister," he whispered, rubbing her back. She churred softly for a moment, clearly appreciative of that. "Does it still feel kinky to call me that while we're naked?" she asked. Looking away, Matt cleared his throat. "Y-yeah, I guess it does..." he admitted self-consciously. To his surprise, Rachel giggled. "Good," she replied, "I find that keeps things exciting." They both laughed a little at that, and Matt moved one hand down to his lover's rump, sliding his palm back and forth along the curve of a pert buttock like he was admiring the lines of a car.

They spent a little while just cuddled up together like that, Rachel's tail wagging slowly in her afterglow, until the hand on Rachel's butt slid further along the curve than usual, and Matt's fingertips teased against her vulva again. Rachel stirred with a noise, lifting her head and looking up at her brother. "Wait, Matty, I'm - aahhh!" She yelped and shuddered as her brother slipped his fingers back inside her snatch. "Please, I - I'm so sensitive! It'll hurt!" she protested, squirming atop him, but Matt resumed rubbing her back with his free hand. "Shhh, it's okay, I'm not gonna play with you," he reassured her, "I just..." He hesitated, suddenly realizing it may be a bad idea to tell her he'd enjoyed doing this with other girls in the past. "...I'm just lingering a little, thought it might be nice while we, you know, snuggled?" He wasn't entirely sure why he'd said that like it was a question. Rachel was frowning slightly, but after a moment's thought, she settled back down. "Well, okay," she muttered, "but don't get any funny ideas..." Instantly, her brother took advantage of the positioning of his hand to press his thumb against her anus. "You mean like this?" he asked, helpfully. "Matty!"

Amazingly, Rachel allowed him to keep his hand right where it was (once he insisted he'd been kidding), but she pointed at her eyes and then at Matt to let him know she was keeping an eye on him. He wasn't sure, but Matt suspected that she actually liked having his fingers just casually inside her because it was a very direct, very constant reminder that she was being intimate with her brother... the same way that Matt himself was only too aware of the fact that his little sister was lying directly atop his prick, pressing it between their bodies in a particularly delicious way. It was almost strange; he wanted Rachel so badly he could almost taste it, but he found himself content to simply lie there in her arms, happy to wait for what would no doubt be a powerful release as long as he got to spend the intervening time cuddling with this spectacular woman. "I don't know why they'd call that a crime," Rachel mused, bringing his thoughts back to reality, "What we just did wouldn't be any different if we were, say, childhood besties who grew up together." She nuzzled against his chest again, smiling to herself. "Nothing wrong with that at all..."

A long, comfortable breath later, Matt laughed to himself. "It's just occurred to me that I'm really missing something obvious, have been for a while," he said. Rachel frowned, clearly more confused than before he'd spoken. "What are you talking about?" she asked, then inhaled sharply as her brother tugged his fingers free of her pussy. "I just fingered you until your toes curled up," Matt mused, "And it never occurred to me to try this." As Rachel watched, a deeply self-conscious expression on her face, Matt slipped his fingers into his mouth and began to suck her juices off. She bit her lip as he sighed happily around his digits, slurping them clean. When he opened his eyes again, he winked at her. "Mmmm... you're delicious, little sister," he teased, "Looks like I have a new favourite midnight snack." She giggled even as her ears flattened against her head in embarrassment. "Oh, stop," she said, once again sounding like she very much enjoyed it.

She gave him a gentle swat on the shoulder as if she were scolding him for his lewd behaviour, but showed no sign of disapproval as he returned his fingers to her tight, warm vagina, and it was like this that they continued to cuddle. "Hey... Rach?" Matt whispered after a while, "I was wondering, have you ever... you know... under your tail?" "No," she replied, "Have you? Oh shit, um, I mean, have you ever gotten under a girl's tail?" "No," he said, "It's never really been my thing, but... I'm lying here thinking about it, and, um... I'd kinda like to... if it was with you." A heavy moment passed, and then Rachel stirred. "Was that to my thing or your thing?" she asked, sounding slightly confused. "Wait, which thing was which?" he replied, sounding very confused. "Never mind, I - I'm saying I'd like to get under your tail. If it's okay, I mean! You're my sister, I'd never want to pressure you..." She planted a kiss on his chest, over his heart. "Relax, I didn't exactly think you were gonna hold me down and ream me, Matty," she said, "Um... I always thought that was gross, but... oh gosh, it's like you said, if it's you... I'd kinda like to try it... to share all of me with you." She lifted her head and looked him in the eye, her ears down respectfully. "But just with you, Matty," she specified, "It's okay if it's you..."

They held each other's gaze for a long, meaningful moment, and then Rachel looked away, blushing slightly - or was she just still flushed from her exertion? "N-not that I'm planning to take it in the rear today, I mean," she said, a little defensively, "I just wanted to say that I'm open to the idea, and if we keep doing stuff together..." "I'd love to keep doing stuff together," Matt said, interrupting her mental hand-wringing. "If that 'if' comes down to whether we want it, I mean..." She smiled widely at that, but didn't say anything immediately. "...You know, I think you've been a perfect gentleman, waiting all this time for your turn," she said, blatantly changing the subject, "I think it's time for you to come, too, big brother."

Matt wasn't annoyed that Rachel hadn't answered the unspoken question, he found her playful evasion endearing, only making him want her more. It helped, to be fair, that she was talking about giving him an orgasm. Hard to argue with that, after all... Rachel rolled off her lover, crawling down the bed to lay between Matt's legs, face-to-face with her brother's stiff tool. She spent barely two seconds leering at the older wild dog's treasures, even the knot she found so enticing, before she reached out with both hands, taking Matt's dick in one and cupping his balls with the other. Rachel immediately gave both hands a gentle squeeze, and Matt moaned aloud, caught off-guard by her swift movements. "You're so sensitive," Rachel murmured, "You really do need it bad, don't you, big brother?" "Uh-huh..." Matt admitted, lowering his ears submissively. The amount of pre-come drooling from his tip made the truth obvious, and he was too horny to pretend otherwise. He wondered if she was going to tease him, maybe press the advantage he hadn't taken and make him beg her to let him come... but she just smiled warmly and began to stroke his cock and massage his testicles. "Oh, Rach!" Matt gasped, shuddering from head to toe. "That's it," his sister cooed, "You've been such a good boy so far, just lie back and let Rachel take care of you..."

He tried not to let it happen, he struggled to resist, but Matt still whimpered at those words. Maybe she wouldn't notice... "What?" Rachel asked, "Am I squeezing too tight?" She eased her grip on his sac, but that wasn't the problem. "N-no," Matt said, rubbing at the back of his neck, "I, uh... I kinda like it when..." He cringed, supremely embarrassed. "...When girls call me 'good boy', okay?" "Really? I... kinda like being called 'good girl'," Rachel admitted. Matt snickered as relief washed over him. He'd been teased for that in the past; he wasn't even a domestic breed! "Well, we can't both do it," he said, "it would sound ridiculous." "I'm the one playing with you this time, so I call dibs," she replied, matter-of-factly. Matt just laughed, unable to argue with that, either.

Her tail wagging energetically, Rachel continued to fondle her brother, curiously exploring every single part of his stiff penis and soft scrotum with her slender fingers. "That's so nice, Rach," Matt murmured, "Your hands are so soft..." As she caressed the flesh beneath his knot, Matt whimpered again, shivering as his cock throbbed and leaked pre onto her knuckles. Clearly unbothered by this, Rachel continued stroking unabated. But after a few moments, when he did it again, the shapely femme surprised the hell out of her lover by leaning in and snapping her tongue out, dragging it up the underside of Matt's sensitive shaft and licking up his pre-come. The shocked male yelped out loud, and Rachel smiled. "Mmm... I don't know about a new favourite snack," she teased, "but that's not bad."

Rachel chuckled to herself, as if at some private joke, and gave her brother a lascivious grin that made his mouth feel strangely dry. "And I'm glad for that," she said, "Because it'll make this much more fun..." He didn't even have time to ask what 'this' was before she demonstrated it quite readily, taking a firm hold of Matt's prick and bending in, mouth parted, clearly angling to take him into her muzzle. "Hey, what are you doing?!" the elder wild dog said, despite himself. Rachel halted close enough to Matt's cock that he could feel her warm breath wash across his sensitive skin as she spoke. "I'm gonna give you a blowie," she replied, matter-of-factly, "What does it look like I'm doing?" "But - but all I did was use my hands!" Matt protested self-consciously, "If you give me head, we won't be even!"

To his dismay, Rachel giggled. "What are you talking about?" she asked, "What do you mean, even?" Matt swallowed a whimper, feeling supremely embarrassed, but he was already this far... "I - I don't know, I just had it in my head that we would, uh, take turns, keep things even," he said, "Like, I get you off with my hands, you get me off with my hands, then we move on to oral, you know, take things slow..." He averted his eyes and let out a canine whine. If he hadn't been teased for so long, he might even have started losing his hard-on. "It - it sounded better in my head," he added, weakly. But Rachel just reached forward and started rubbing his abs. "It's fiiiiine, big brother," she cooed, "I get it, you're nervous about everything going smoothly." Giving his manhood a squeeze, Rachel began moving back in, and Matt shivered with anticipation. "But the truth is, I have kind of an... oral fixation, and I've maybe, sort of, definitely been fantasizing about sucking your dick for years now... So how about I do that, and later on, you can go down on me, and I can give you a handjob, and we'll call it even?" He couldn't help but smile at that offer. "S-sounds good to me!"

With that matter apparently solved, Rachel churred happily and grinned up at Matt. Then, without any further ado, she began licking at her lover's stiff cock, bathing his shaft in warm saliva. "Oh - oh God, Rachel..." Matt panted, his hands unconsciously gathering up fistfuls of the sheets. "Mmmm..." the younger canine murmured, "My big brother's dick tastes so good..." Unlike the last time she'd spoken quietly like that, this time Matt was absolutely certain he was meant to hear that, owing to the way the words sent a shudder of pleasure down his spine. He watched, enthralled, as Rachel diligently and tenderly licked each and every inch of his erection, as if sampling distinct flavours on each part of his rod, or wanting his skin to glisten evenly all over. After she teased her tongue beneath the bulge of his knot, Rachel 'casually' adjusted her hand, gripping Matt's cock just above the sheath. Just as he opened his mouth to say something about it, Rachel squeezed tight, gripping just below his knot and making him moan in surprise.

His prick jumped in his sister's grip, and she casually leaned in to lick up a fresh droplet of pre, as if that had been her goal all along. It was at this time that she returned a hand to his sac and began affectionately fondling his testicles again. Matt couldn't help but whimper with pleasure. He'd never felt so vulnerable to a lover before; not only could Rachel tease his instinct to tie whenever she wanted, she literally had him by the balls. Letting his head roll back, he swallowed another moan. His trust in his sister was absolute, which meant that without the fear that she could hurt him, he could focus solely on how good everything felt. Matt just lay there for a while, basking in the sensation of his little sister's hot, wet tongue sliding over his skin and making him squirm with pleasure. He opened his eyes again to enjoy the show, and his timing couldn't have been better; Rachel chose that moment to open her lips again and take the tapered tip of his cock into her muzzle.

Matt grunted in surprise, tensing up again as Rachel calmly sank down his length, inch after inch of his dick slipping past those soft, full lips to disappear into the wet heat beyond. "Oh, fuck!" he gasped, "That's - that's so good!" The eager female churred happily around her mouthful, and Matt trembled from how good the vibrations felt. With her deep muzzle, Rachel had no trouble taking her brother's cock into her mouth all the way to the knot. Just as her lips brushed it, she reversed direction, pulling back almost to the very tip of Matt's length before moving back down. In this way, she began to gently bob her head back and forth along the shuddering male's straining prick, and Matt put both hands on the sides of his head and groaned. "Rach, you're incredible..." he sighed. It was muffled, but he swore she giggled.

This wasn't the first time Matt had ever gotten a blowjob, but somehow it almost felt like it; with Rachel, every detail seemed fresh and new and unknown. It was as though he'd never truly experienced sensual pleasure until he'd shared the experience with his little sister. As she continued to bob along Matt's length, licking and suckling at his sensitive skin, Rachel gave his scrotum a fond squeeze before she let it go and moved her hand up to his knot. As her slender fingers slipped around the swollen bulb of flesh, Matt whimpered. "Ooooh, have mercy," he said, self-consciously, "p-please don't make me come embarrassingly fast..." Naturally, Rachel immediately began to squeeze below his knot again, and Matt let out a whine. "Please, little s-sister," he pleaded, "I - I can't look bad in front of you, you're too important to me!" He blinked. That hadn't been exactly what he'd been intending to say, it just kind of came out in a moment of panic. He swallowed as he saw that Rachel had frozen on the spot, a look of surprise in her eyes... that was quickly replaced by a delighted warmth that made the older wild dog smile despite himself.

Leaning away from her lover's dick, which suddenly felt chilly in the cool air of the room, Rachel positively beamed at Matt, casually taking his tool in her free hand and slowly stroking it. "That's sweet of you to say, Matty," she practically purred, "How important am I to you, exactly?" The embarrassed male swallowed another whimper. Being asked to quantify exactly how far his taboo feelings for his sister extended was not something he relished, especially while he was so desperate for more stimulation. Rachel's hand was moving just quickly enough to keep his arousal level from dropping, but not quickly enough to keep pushing him towards release. It was the handjob equivalent of treading water. Taking a deep breath, he tried the bold strategy of total honesty. "Right n-now, you're my whole world, sis." Rachel laughed in delighted surprise. "Ooooh, good answer!" she replied, her tail wagging just a little harder than before.

Leaning back in, Rachel began to lick at her brother's scrotum, bathing the soft, wrinkled skin with gentle laps of her wide, flat tongue. "Oh!" Matt said, taken by surprise, "N-no one's ever done that for me before... Oh man, that's - that's really nice..." Rachel planted a kiss against his orbs by way of response, and continued licking. After a moment, she took one of her big brother's testicles into her muzzle and carefully worked it around her mouth. After a moment, it was Rachel, not Matt, who moaned with pleasure. "God, you really d-do have an oral fixation," Matt mused, "Nnngh, I'm the luckiest man alive..." As the shapely femme let his ball slip out of her mouth, she took just long enough to mutter 'Damn skippy you are' before beginning to suckle on the other one. Turned on immensely by her enthusiasm, Matt groaned as his cock throbbed in her grip, drooling a dollop of pre-come onto the top of her muzzle. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment as she focused on the droplet just behind her nose, and then she sighed happily and closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment, and in her brother's unique flavour.

It wasn't too long before tonguing Matt's balls didn't seem to satisfy Rachel anymore, and she took his prick back into her mouth without even opening her eyes. Churring approvingly around her lover's manhood, Rachel went right back to sucking her big brother's dick with just as much gusto as before. Matt couldn't believe how into it she was, it almost seemed like Rachel was getting off to this as much as he was. He'd never even dreamed his little sister had a side like this... and he found the full experience of Rachel Abara to be intoxicating. He found himself reaching out to her, driven by his primal instincts. He needed this beautiful, surprising, exemplary woman, just as she clearly needed him. "I never thought I'd f-feel this way about anyone again," he whispered, "I can't believe I'm feeling this for you of all p-people..." That certainly got her attention. Rachel's eyes fluttered open as she hesitated in her bobbing for just a moment. He hadn't meant to say that out loud, and he tried to think of an alternative explanation, but then their eyes met. As soon as they made eye contact, Matt could see that Rachel saw straight through him, no matter how nervously he tried to hide his feelings, and what she saw delighted her. He thought she was going to pull away from his erection, to say something to him, but instead, she just giggled around his cock and redoubled her efforts, sucking him off even more enthusiastically.

Words were replaced by panting and gasping and churring as Rachel continued her eager ministrations and Matt shuddered and writhed responsively. Eventually, Matt found himself struggling to resist the inevitable. He squirmed and whimpered and fought off his release as hard as he could, but he knew he was losing, and fast. "Oh, oh Rach, I - I - I'm..." he stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence. Rachel pulled off of his erection, but only long enough to wink at him and reply. "I know," she murmured, "No need to hold back on my account, big brother..." Her words sank in right around the time she took him back into her mouth, and Matt groaned from both experiences. Closing his eyes, he let out a shuddery sigh and stopped fighting the pleasure building within him, surrendering to the moment... to Rachel.

A matter of seconds later, Matt began to tense up, every muscle in his body tightening as the moment overtook him. "R-Rachel!" he cried, arching his back off the bed as a powerful orgasm exploded forth to fill his body with pleasure. Matt's prick began to pulse and flex against the slender female's soft lips, spilling hot, creamy spurts of fresh semen into his little sister's mouth. At the same time, Rachel gripped him behind the knot again, clenching tight around the base of his erection to simulate the feeling of tying. Like flicking a switch, Matt's pleasure went supernova, and he moaned and whimpered helplessly as he came most productively. Rachel never had a problem for a moment, eagerly swallowing her brother's seed again and again as she continued to lick and suckle along his aching, twitching cock.

After what felt like an eternity spent crying out in pleasure and trembling helplessly, Matthew Abara slumped to the bed with a tired groan. "Oh - oh my God, that w-was amazing..." he panted, "I - I'm seeing spots..." He laughed, feeling slightly lightheaded. After pausing a moment, perhaps to savour the situation, Rachel swallowed one last time and then pulled away from her brother's dick, which remained red and engorged. Churring to her lover, she smiled from ear to ear. "Good boy, Matty, good boy..." she cooed, making Matt whimper as an aftershock of pleasure tickled through his body. She reached out and curiously touched his knot. "You're really not going soft, huh?" she observed. It sounded like a rhetorical question, but Matt answered it anyway. He was in a good mood, after all. "Yep. I'm gonna be like this for twenty minutes? Maybe half an hour?" he said, briefly running his eyes up and down his sister's nude body, openly leering at her. "Actually, with you hanging around in just your pelt, that might be more like forty-five minutes, an hour?" Rachel laughed, clearly delighted by both his words and his unspoken approval of the view.

Crawling back up the bed on all fours, her tail wagging, Rachel smiled at her lover. "Was it as good for you as mine was for me?" she asked. Reaching up, Matt curled an arm around her and pulled her in close against him. "Rach, the only way that wasn't as good is if it was better," he said, "In fact, I'll have to try even harder when I return the favour..." She laughed delightedly and licked the side of his face. "Flattery will get you everywhere, big brother," the shapely female said, "Now kiss me!" She leaned in towards his lips, but Matt placed a finger between their mouths. "Let's be civilized about this," he teased, "What's the magic word?" "Please kiss me?" she replied, visibly amused. "Mmm, much better," Matt murmured, as he moved his hand and happily obliged her.

As the two wild dogs rolled to face each other, as their lips met and their tongues mingled once again, Matt put his hand on Rachel's side, just under her arm. After a few moments, that hand began to slide down, tracing the younger canine's curves until it reached her rump once again. Matt's trajectory wasn't exactly subtle, but Rachel made no action to stop him. In fact, just before her brother reached his target, she shifted her legs slightly to offer him easier access to her treasures. Matt deeply enjoyed the way she tensed up in his embrace as his fingers teased over her folds, but not as much as the way she moaned into the kiss as those same fingers gently slid into her tight, wet pussy. Of course, his favourite reaction of all was that at the very moment he did that, he felt Rachel's soft fingers wrapping around his cock, just lightly holding it, for - he suspected - much the same motivation. It was like this, naked and sweaty on the bed, casually fondling each other, that the two siblings spent the next while, kissing like it was going out of fashion.

Eventually, though, even these two amorous wild dogs got tired of making out, and Rachel sat up and stretched with a contented sigh. Matt, meanwhile, was pretty content himself just lying there watching the effect this had on his sister's breasts. "Mmmm. I'm kinda hungry," she said, "I think I'll go make a... food." When Matt snickered, she blushed and made a face. "Well, I don't know what we have!" she said, defensively, "I'll need to check!" "No, it's fine, I just thought it was cute," he replied, "Which is appropriate, since you said it." Standing up, Rachel giggled. "That's so cheesy," she sighed, "I'm kind of embarrassed how much I liked it."

Matt remained lying on the bed, as he wasn't feeling particularly hungry. Kinda dehydrated, maybe, but not hungry. Besides, he still had that stubborn canine hard-on, and he always felt self-conscious about leaving his room with a blatant tent in his pants, even if they were the only ones home. He did, however, sit up when Rachel strode straight past their scattered clothes towards the door. "Y-you're just going out like that?" he asked, "All naked and sweaty?" She stopped, looked back at him, and casually flicked some hair out of her eyes. Matt shuddered, scarcely able to believe how attractive Rachel was to him in that moment. "You think the dishwasher's gonna complain?" she teased, and headed back out of the room. Matt's eyes dropped to his lover's rear, which was perfectly accented by her gently wagging tail. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave..." he muttered, continuing to ogle until Rachel disappeared into the hallway. After a moment lying there by himself, he jumped to his feet and hurried after her. "Wait for me, I'll come with!" he called, trying (and utterly failing) to sound casual about it.

Matt hurried out of the room to catch up to his sister, his stubbornly erect penis bobbing about as he ran, which naturally made him profoundly self-conscious, but if Rachel even noticed, she gave no sign. He practically skidded to a halt next to her, giving her a smile as she looked over, and she grinned in amusement. "Oh, so you throw in the opportunity to ogle your own sister, and now you want to come to the kitchen," she teased. "What can I say?" he replied, cheerily, "You're a lot more fun to look at than anything in my room." Rachel giggled, reaching out to touch his shoulder as they headed off together. "Oh, that reminds me, Matty, your room is comfortable and I like the décor," she said, "but it smells like incest in there now, so let's use my room when we want to keep going." "Like, nothing," Matt immediately replied, "That smell is the genuine article, baby!" This time Rachel laughed harder than before, even as she shook her head. "You're incorrigible," she chuckled, "I love that about you."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Rachel blushed and averted her eyes, studying the other side of the hallway. Reaching forward, Matt began scratching his sibling between the ears. The shapely female slowed her pace and sighed happily, pressing back against his fingers as she visibly relaxed. "It's okay, little sister," he whispered, "I... I love you too." Matt had expected his words to make for a bigger Moment, to stop them dead in their tracks and lead to a long, stressful conversation about the exact nature of their feelings for each other - one he wasn't at all sure he had the answers for - but it didn't. Instead, Rachel whirled around to face him, and her eyes searched his own questioningly... before she broke into a wide, absolutely delighted smile, and took his hand in her own. That was all, and then they continued on their way. Just like that, things felt different again... and Matt found that he quite liked it.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Rachel giggled. "Feels so strange to be here naked," she mused, doing a little twirl that her brother deeply enjoyed, "Hey, adjust the blinds on that window, would you? I don't want anybody to see me except you." Grinning at the honour she'd just given him, Matt went around the kitchen making it harder to see in the windows, and Rachel went to the fridge to see what 'foods' she could prepare. From there, despite the fact that they were in their fur, things actually seemed to go pretty normally. The two siblings began talking about no topic in particular, just enjoying the conversation. Rachel made some quick soup while Matt assembled a sandwich or two, and they had a seat and began to eat. For a little while, even in his sated state, Matt found himself hoping things would turn lewd, like he'd get to play footsies with his sister or something, but it was a perfectly ordinary meal except that their bits were confidently on display. He wasn't expecting to enjoy that, but he found himself smiling throughout this completely new experience.

When the food was eaten, and they'd talked themselves out, Matt and Rachel went and sat on the couch together, watching TV in the altogether. It was kind of remarkable how quickly Matt had grown comfortable with their shared nudity; with all of his past girlfriends, the handsome male had been self-conscious about being naked with them for quite a while. With Rachel, though, it felt like - there's that phrase again - the most natural thing in the world. About the naughtiest that things got was when Matt finally began to go soft. As his knot began to subside, and his penis began to slide back into his sheath, the relaxed male realized that Rachel was watching. She was being subtle about it, facing the screen while watching his cock from the corner of her eye, but she was definitely staring. The look on her face seemed disappointed, almost distraught, like she was saying goodbye to her new best friend. Matt swallowed a snicker and forced his gaze to return to the TV. If he kept focusing on his sister's quiet leering, he was never going to be flaccid again.

Matt was sitting on the far side of the couch, while Rachel sat in the middle. Their hands had been casually touching each other while they watched what passed for scintillating TV these days, but that had been all for contact between them. That ended when Rachel suddenly lay down, stretching across her brother's lap to rest her head against the armrest next to him. Once she was comfortable, she smiled up at him. "Kiss me," she said, simply. Grinning back, Matt raised his eyebrows. "What do I look like, an otter?" he teased, "I can't bend straight down... Give me a sec..." Without making Rachel get up first, the older wild dog pushed against the cushions and slid further down the couch, where he'd be able to bend down sideways in order to smooch his sister. The slender femme giggled as he did this, and he enjoyed the friction of their pelts rubbing together. This positioning coincidentally aligned their pelvises with each other, but neither Abara complained about this. That done, Matt bent down towards her, and as he did, he slipped one hand behind her neck, cradling the base of her head. As their lips met, and the two dogs eagerly shared in the taboo moment, Matt reached out with his free hand and put it on his sister's thigh. Both of Rachel's arms lifted from the couch, and he expected that this time, she would push his hand away from her femininity, but instead, she just put them both around his neck, stroking her fingers through Matt's short hair and scratching him behind the ears.

Rachel's approval wasn't exactly explicit, but then Matt was confident his sister would make it clear if he began making her uncomfortable. As their tongues danced together, he moved his hand up to Rachel's mound, once more cupping his palm over her slit. Instead of immediately moving on to fingering her, he just started rubbing up and down, stroking her outer lips slowly, teasingly, and the excited female moaned into the kiss. But as soon as one of Matt's fingertips poked between her folds, Rachel broke off the kiss and took hold of his wrist. "W-wait," she said, "Let's not get carried away, let's go up to my room first." "Okay," Matt replied, "That sounds fair." While meeting her eyes, Ben rubbed one fingertip over Rachel's clit, just to tease her, enjoying the way he could feel her shuddering against him. He was pretty sure she bit her lip, too, as if swallowing a pleasured sigh. "But first," the shapely bitch added, "let's tidy up those dishes we just messed up, since no one else is going to do it." She sat up, planted a quick peck on the side of her brother's muzzle, and slipped off the couch. Matt reached out to caress her butt, but she was too fast for him and quickly stepped out of reach of his wandering hands. The smile she sent over her shoulder as she strolled back into the kitchen only served to encourage him, of course.

Matt turned off the TV and walked out into the kitchen, where Rachel had picked up the dishes she'd used while preparing the soup, and brought them over to the sink so she could give them a quick rinse before tossing them in the dishwasher. Matt had just used a plate and a butter knife to spread mayo onto a sandwich, so he just picked those up and walked over behind her, taking the opportunity to admire his sister's rump again. In fact... Setting the plate down on the counter next to him, Matt stepped up behind Rachel, pressing up against her from behind like he was trying to spoon standing up. One of his hands loosely embraced her about the stomach, and the other brushed her hair off of her neck so that Matt could lean in and plant a kiss there. "Ah!" she gasped, surprised, "Matty!" Continuing to kiss along her slender neck and the shoulder next to it, the amorous male moved his hand down from Rachel's neck to her rear, gently caressing a pert buttock.

"Mmmm..." Rachel sighed, clearly enjoying the affectionate attention, "Oh, Matty, we... Shouldn't we wait until we get to my room?" Even as she said it, she craned her head to the side to offer more of her neck to his lips. The larger canine pressed his hips forward just slightly, pressing his sheath and balls against his sister's butt, which earned him an adorable whimper from Rachel. "Yes, you're probably right," he admitted, "We shouldn't get too carried away..." Matt stopped his teasing hands, but found it difficult to move, as he was quite enjoying this intimacy with Rachel. When he finally gathered his willpower, though, and started to release her, the slender female made an instinctive noise of concern and grabbed his wrist. It seemed Rachel didn't want the moment to end, either. After a moment, Matt went back to caressing and kissing, and Rachel just sighed contentedly, no longer paying the slightest bit of attention to the dishes she'd left in the sink.

It wasn't until Matt's fingers began to sneak back down between Rachel's legs that the younger wild dog protested. "N-no, don't..." she murmured, pushing his hand away, "Not out here..." Nibbling on her ear and making her whimper approvingly, Matt whispered huskily. "Why not out here?" he breathed, "You're just as beautiful by the sink as you were in my bed." This time, Matt's shameless flattery didn't bring the giggles forth, Rachel just lowered her ears slightly. "Hnnnn..." she whined, squirming on the spot, "We're right in the middle of the freaking kitchen! It's like the most open room in the entire house!" Like the Good Boy that he was, Matt had stopped trying to reach his sister's treasures, but he kept up the endless stream of kisses, and he began to rub his hand back and forth across Rachel's fuzzy stomach. "Who's going to see us, Rach?" he replied, with just a hint of teasing, "This weekend, this is our house, and if we want to have our way with each other in our house, shouldn't we be able to?" Swallowing, his lover bit her lip nervously. "I know, I know," she replied, sighing, "It's just... normally, privacy's kinda hard to come by in this house, right? S-so, I'm all self-conscious, I keep expecting someone to just, like, wander in and ruin everything, eh?"

Rachel closed her eyes and made a face. "God, can you even imagine how embarrassing it would be if Brian or Savvie just walked in on us while were like this?" she asked, "Naked and holding each other and all? I think I'd just drop dead on the spot!" Matt imagined that their brother would make an unwelcome joke and then leave, but he had to admit, the very idea of their youngest sister Savannah catching them like this had his cheeks burning just a little. She was a little naïve for her age, innocent even, and stumbling across two of her older siblings sharing themselves with each other might just blow the poor girl's mind.

Pushing the image of his traumatized sister out of his mind, Matt focused his attention on the one in his arms, the one who was pressing her butt back against his sheath even as she expressed her reluctance. It was like they were addicted to each other, and just couldn't fight the need for intimacy and contact. "Well, little sister, I promise you, Brian and Savvie aren't anywhere near here today, and we've got free run of the entire house," he said, reassuringly, "We could go make out in Savannah's room if we wanted and she'd never know. We could pick any wall and make love up against it." He chuckled and gestured across the room to the table where they'd just shared their naked meal. "Hell, if we really wanted to, we could get it on right there on the kitchen table, and no one would be the wiser!"

Matt had meant it as a joke. Really, he had. But as he planted another kiss on the side of Rachel's head - about where her ear would be if she were human - she turned to look at him, and the excitement shining in her eyes suggested she hadn't quite heard it that way. "Let's do it," she whispered, her tail wagging. "Uh, do what?" he asked, hoping he'd misread the situation. "Lie me down on that table and make love to me, big brother!" Rachel replied, "Right there, in the heart of the house, I want you to make me yours!" She reached back and caressed his cheek. "...while I make you mine," she added, matter-of-factly. Matt swallowed, using sheer force of will to make his ears stay upright. Now that she was actually suggesting it, he sheepishly realized that he was a little self-conscious about doing it out in the open, too, but his male ego would never allow him to admit that, not after it had been his confident words that changed her mind in the first place.

Glancing back and forth between Rachel and the table, Matt's brow furrowed just a little. "Well..." he started, uncertainly, "If you really think it'll handle our weight... Are you sure you wouldn't rather our first time together be, you know, in a nice soft bed?" The slender female looked thoughtful for a moment. "Mmm, that would be nice," she admitted, shrugging, "But my bed is allll the way upstairs, and the table is right there, waiting for us." Turning around to face her brother - and making sure to keep their bodies pressed together - Rachel reached up and put her hands on his cheeks, cradling his face. "Come on, Matty," she cooed, "Don't you want our first time together to be memorable? Doing it on the table is crazy, we'll remember every detail for the rest of our lives!" Placing his hands on his lover's shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze, Matt smiled. "If it was with you, Rach, I'm pretty sure I'd remember every detail no matter where it was," he replied, making her smile, "...But what the hell, this sounds like fun."

Rachel giggled delightedly and took Matt by the hand, leading him the short distance over to the table. "Oh, I can't believe we're doing this," she tittered, "just wait until we tell this story to - oh, wait. Never mind..." Matt had wondered if the table would support both of them together, but it was a very sturdy thing, and it didn't budge at all when Rachel clambered atop it, at which point Matt's point of focus became his sister's rear end, not the much less attractive table she was astride. Seeing this, Rachel began to wag her butt back and forth at him teasingly. "Come on up, Matty," she called, "The water's fine!" Grinning at her, the eager male climbed up next to her and gave her rump a playful swat. Rachel laughed excitedly and - once she'd checked to make sure he was looking - slowly lifted her tail until it was flagged straight up, offering her lover quite the view of her treasures.

Matt gazed upon his sister's vulva hungrily, not hiding any of the feelings this enticing woman brought out in him, and Rachel was eating it right up, ecstatic to be the object of his desire. But when he reached out to her, instead of immediately beginning to fondle her, the older wild dog suddenly put an arm around her body and shoved to the side, rolling Rachel onto her back. "You always struck me as a doggy-style kinda guy," Rachel said, "I'd, um, heard things..." Lying down on his side next to her, Matt reached out and put a hand on her tummy. "Oh, I love doing it from behind," he chuckled, "But with you... I really want to see your face, to remind myself that it's you, little sister." Looking across the shapely female's curves, he sighed happily and shook his head. "I'm still not convinced this isn't Heaven, you know," he teased. Rachel just laughed in joy.

Scootching over until he was right next to her, Matthew gave his lover his best smile. "I assume we don't need a condom, since you haven't brought it up," he observed. "Mmm-hmm, I'm on the pill," Rachel confirmed, "Don't even think about pulling out, Matty... I wanna feel it inside me..." Matt chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Goddamn, that's so hot," he whispered, before bending in closer. "Kiss me, Rach..." Churring, she happily covered the rest of the distance to meet his lips. As the siblings smooched again, Matt began to rub his sister's stomach with the hand he'd left there, idly enjoying the feeling of her short fur against his fingers. As their lips and tongues danced together, Matt trailed his hand back and forth across Rachel's tum, occasionally pressing in the tips of his claws just enough to scritch at her pleasantly. They kept up the slow, easy kiss for a little while, before Matt noticed that Rachel was beginning to shake slightly. His first thought, when he noticed the movement, was that Rachel was needier than he'd realized, and that his sister was masturbating to take the edge off. But when he broke off the kiss to look, he saw that her hands were perfectly still, and one of her feet was kicking rapidly as he rubbed her belly.

Laughing in surprise, Matt looked at the embarrassed female with delight. "You do the kicky-leg thing!" he said, relishing the moment, "That's adorable!" "I do not!" Rachel lied, "My - my leg fell asleep, I was trying to, uh, shake the tingles out!" "Care to prove that?" Matt replied, reaching for her stomach. Before he could make contact, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Okay, okay, I do the kicky-leg thing!" she whined, "Please don't make me do it again, it's so embarrassing!" Blushing up a storm, Rachel crossed her arms and averted her eyes self-consciously. "It's such a cliché, kicking my leg like a feral," she muttered, "Every time it happens I feel like - like somebody's puppy..." Catching her off-guard, Matt quickly put his hand back on her belly, but spoke up before she could protest. "Well, sis, I'd kinda like you to be my puppy, and I say you have nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured her, grinning, "But if you'd rather not do it, I could always try... a little further south." Churring to her, he slid his hand down her abdomen, making a beeline between her legs. "Oh yes, yes," Rachel whimpered gratefully, uncrossing her arms and spreading her legs slightly, "Touch me, Matty, touch me!"

Only too happy to oblige, Matt slipped his hand between Rachel's thighs and onto her heated snatch, running his fingers down her slit and briefly cupping his palm over her treasures. The needy femme let out a long, quiet moan at this eager touch, and Matt shivered with arousal. He slipped his fingers inside her once again, enjoying that the feeling of her velvety walls against his skin had already grown familiar and comfortable. He continued to tease her, and Rachel's eyes widened in delight as they took in the sight of the very tip of her brother's prick peeking out of his sheath. "Why hello there!" she said, excitedly, "Are you here to see me? Don't be shy, little guy, come on out and say hi!"

She reached out and began to fondle Matt, rubbing the sides of his sheath and stroking the sensitive exposed flesh to coax more of his length out into the open. "Just don't go overboard," Matt said, "Remember, I don't wanna tie with my own sheath." As Rachel gave the tapered tip of his manhood a gentle squeeze, she churred happily. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'm not gonna break my new toy before I even get the chance to play with it properly." As she continued stroking and rubbing, Matt wondered what it meant that he kind of liked the idea of being her new toy...

Putting that mildly troubling thought out of his mind, Matt focused instead on the spirited groping each of them was giving the other. He added his free hand into the mix and began playing with his lover's neglected breasts, and Rachel sighed appreciatively as he tweaked one of her sensitive nipples. Matt wanted to kiss her, but he could tell that she was really enjoying watching him get more and more aroused, so he decided not to impede her view, and simply nuzzled against her cheek.

Before long at all, Rachel had charmed the full length of her brother's penis out of his sheath, and as it hardened in her grip, she whimpered with need, squeezing down on the fingers within her. "Ohhh, Matty, I've wanted this forever," she whispered, "I'm so nervous..." "You're nervous?" he repeated incredulously, "I'm the one trying to live up to your favourite fantasy!" Grinning slightly, she gave him a cheeky look. "I never said you were my favourite..." she teased, "Oh, don't get me wrong, you were definitely top ten, maybe top five..." She broke up into giggles at the look of mock dismay on her brother's face. "Well then, I'll just have to help you rethink that ordering..." he replied, totally earnestly. They snickered together like schoolchildren sharing an inside joke, and then Matt leaned in closer to claim that kiss he'd wanted earlier.

This particular smooch was a brief one, lasting just long enough for Matt to change positions so that he was on all fours above her. When they broke it off, there was a moment of deep silence as their eyes met. Nervousness and anxiety wrestled it out with a desperate, deep desire in Rachel's eyes, and the eager male knew, beyond the faintest shadow of a doubt, that his own carried exactly the same conflict. Giving him a small, thin smile, Rachel smiled. "L-last chance to back out," she whispered. "Funny, that's what I was going to say..." Matt replied. His lover reached up with the hand that wasn't currently gripping his cock, and caressed his scruffy cheek. "I mean it, Matty, if this is too much, or it's too fast, or... or you're only doing this because you want me to be happy..."

As she trailed off nervously, Matt churred to her quietly. "It's true that I want you to be happy, sis, but that's not why I'm doing this," he murmured, "This morning, I thought I'd never be happy again, but then you showed me a part of myself I didn't even know existed, and now it's like I've never been happy before." He enjoyed the blush that crept into Rachel's features as he smiled at her. "I still find it hard to believe I'm saying these words, but it's time for me to stop worrying about what all this might mean, or what might happen if we get caught, it's time to focus on the here and now," Matt continued, cupping his hand over her cheek. "S-so what's in the here and now?" Rachel breathed, barely audibly. Matt bent down, moving his lips up to his lover's ear. They'd been dancing around ambiguity all day, and now he wanted things to be clear. "Just this: I love you, little sister," he whispered, making her let out an excited squeak, "Thank you for showing me what was right in front of my face this entire time." As he leaned back, he saw what were unmistakably tears of joy glistening in her eyes. "Oh, Matt, I love you too!" she whimpered, "I - I've never wanted to be with anyone the way I want to be with you... So, can we please, um, get started?"

Grinning slightly wider, Matt slipped his hand free of the other canine's tight channel, then held it up between them, his fingers glistening with Rachel's juices. Slipping those fingers into his muzzle, Matt made an exaggerated mmmmm sound as he licked his digits clean, enjoying the embarrassed-yet-delighted expression on Rachel's face. "Yep," he finally said, nodding sagely, "Tastes like you're just about ready." Rachel lowered her ears and gave him a Look, but it was slightly undermined by the snicker she didn't entirely succeed in stifling. Matt winked at her unapologetically, and she smiled despite herself. Giving his dick a light squeeze, Rachel raised her ears and spread her legs slightly. "Here," she whispered, "Allow me..."

Matt swallowed as Rachel gently but firmly pulled on his tool, maneuvring him into position to take her, finally letting go once his tip was nuzzling against her glistening labia, and his cock was angled properly. "There you go, big brother..." Rachel breathed, "All you need to do is p-push..." She frowned and averted her eyes. "Dammit," she muttered, "I told myself I wasn't gonna s-stutter, and then you look me in the eye and I get all n-nervous..." He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "You don't need to be nervous, Rach," he whispered back, "Don't ever think you need to impress me... Hell, you're way out of my league!"

She smiled at that, he winked at her again... and then Matt thrust his hips forward, both wild dogs gasping as the head of his rigid prick parted his little sister's folds and smoothly buried itself in her welcoming body. Rachel shuddered hard, whimpering her lover's name as her inner walls eagerly clenched down on the intruder. Matt kept pushing, hilting himself in a single smooth motion, stopping only once his knot pressed against Rachel's wet lips. "Oh - oh my God..." the slender female moaned, instinctively reaching up to hold onto her lover, "Jesus, you - you feel so big... I'm s-so full..." He wasn't one to brag, but Matt had heard a girl or two say something like that before... though somehow, it just felt more meaningful, more exciting, when it was this girl saying it, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"You okay, s-sis?" he asked, stumbling over that word while in such an intimate embrace. She giggled. "Yeah," Rachel said, "I just... God, I can't believe that's my big brother's dick inside me..." Matt himself was having trouble believing that was his little sister's pussy wrapped around him, so he didn't blame her. "That's okay," he replied, his tail wagging, "I'll just have to convince you." With that, he pulled back until just the tapered tip of his manhood remained within his lover's tight snatch, and then he reversed direction and pushed back inside her wet warmth. As he pulled back again and kept the momentum going, thrusting until he began to find a rhythm, Rachel moaned again, gripping him just a little tighter - both with her hands, and otherwise. "Hnnngh... Oh, M-Matty..." The eager female began rolling her hips, pushing back up at her brothers' thrusts, and soon each meeting of their bodies was accompanied by a slightly moist slapping sound.

Rachel had closed her eyes and turned her face to the side as Matt found a nice, comfortable tempo, and after a minute or two, he leaned in and licked her cheek. "Hey, sis... Look at me," he whispered. Rachel let out a whine and pouted. "No way," she insisted, "I - I was so excited I forgot to turn the lights out... I always turn the lights out, I c-can't just look you in the eye while you're - while you're fucking me!" The determined male cupped her other cheek and began to stroke her light facial fur. "Come on, Rach... Do it for me?" he asked, trying a different angle. "You'd p-play that card to make me blush? Bastard..." she muttered, with absolutely no fire whatsoever behind it. With a groan, she lowered her ears self-consciously and reluctantly opened her eyes.

As she looked up at Matt, he smiled warmly and caressed her cheek. He never ceased to be amazed by the sheer amount of information exchanged by simply sharing eye contact while making love. So many subtle emotions, so many minute changes of expression... it was one of his favourite things, and sharing it with this woman in particular was amazing. "I love you, Rachel," he whispered, and she returned his grin even as she flushed a deep, fetching red. "I love you too... Ohhhh..." As he picked up the pace of his thrusts just a little, Matt began to affectionately lick at Rachel's face, and after a moment of giggling, the other dog started to return the gesture of canine intimacy.

They kept at it, halting only long enough to adjust Matt's position so that he could continue to sheathe himself in Rachel's needy pussy while using a free hand to rub and tease at her neglected clitoris. If the additional shuddering was anything to go by, she appreciated this quite a bit. "Mmmm... Would you like to know something?" Rachel whispered, touching her lover's well-toned chest and teasing one of his nipples, "I... well, the night I lost my virginity, I... I imagined it was you, big brother." Matthew growled with desire. "Jesus Christ, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life..." he muttered, "Tell me, was I good?" She laughed lightheartedly at that, seeming a bit more relaxed now. "Oh, you did good, alright," she replied, "But I have a feeling tonight, you'll do even better."

Chuckling, Matt bent down and kissed his sister, deeply and slowly, sharing in this moment together in a way that could never be mistaken for normal brotherly affection. Rachel sighed happily through her nostrils, tickling the fur atop Matt's muzzle, and began to scratch her lover behind the ears. It was very nice, actually, but they couldn't keep it up for long, since focusing on making out meant Matt's thrusting began to slow down.

Conversation died down as both siblings lost themselves in each other, in every thrust and gasp and shudder and spasm, and all the other glorious details of lovemaking. Matt continued to toy with his sister's clitoris, and when he lightly pinched it between thumb and forefinger, Rachel moaned with pleasure and grabbed onto him with all four limbs, raising her legs from the table and wrapping them around her lover's waist as she hugged him tight with both arms. "Oh!" she cried, "Oh, God, M-Matty, don't stop..." Churring to her, Matt continued to drive himself home, burying his erection in her welcoming pussy again and again, feeling her hot, wet walls spreading to make room for his manhood each time, only to grip him tightly each time he pulled back, as if Rachel's body didn't want him to leave any more than her mind did.

Lightly biting her on the shoulder, Matt growled possessively and increased his efforts, energetically rutting his sister as Rachel whimpered and moaned with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." Rachel murmured in time with the rhythm, moving one hand up to the back of Matt's head, "Jesus, I - I love you s-so much, Matty... This is better than - hnnnfff - than all my fantasies ever were..." He gave her a particularly spirited thrust, and she barked once in surprise before groaning with pleasure. "L-listen," she continued, "when you're r-ready, when you can't hold b-back anymore... Tie with me, big brother."

Matt stopped dead in his proverbial tracks, halting his thrusting in order to lean back and give his lover a surprised look. Tying with a lover, pushing one's knot inside them, was deeply significant in canine culture, something that was meant to be reserved for one's mate, their lover for life. Rachel had gotten the same Talk from the same parents that Matt had, of course, so he didn't bother to ask if she knew that. Instead, the panting male just searched her eyes, seeing as if for the first time the true depth of the emotion there... and he found that while her words were surprising, her feelings weren't. He'd sensed it all along. So, after a moment of shocked silence, he just smiled at her. "Are you sure?" he whispered, "This could just be perverted fun, but if we tie, there's no going back..." Rachel put a hand on his cheek and smiled back, her ears perfectly upright and confident. "I'm sure," she replied, "I kn-know that it's not what people would c-call normal, but I can't deny what I feel... Be my mate, Matty... I want to be your bitch."

Such a phrase carried an entirely different meaning when the participants were actually canine, of course, and Matt swallowed as a wave of powerful emotions washed over him at the request. "Ohhhh, little sister..." he whispered, brushing the backs of his fingers across the light fur on her cheeks, which glistened attractively with sweat. "You've turned my entire world upside-down today, in ways that I never even imagined... and I can't get enough of it. I've never wanted a woman the way I want you, and I... I would love for you to be my bitch, little sister." Rachel shivered in his arms, whimpering with joy, and she leaned up to kiss Matt again as he resumed thrusting into her.

The two wild dogs surrendered utterly to their passion, kissing hungrily as they writhed and shuddered together, each and every movement sending pleasure dancing through their bodies. Their hands continuously sought out sensitive body parts to caress and tease, accenting the moment and making it even better. By now, Matt and Rachel were so inflamed that they started getting carried away by the ecstasy they were bringing each other. While finding comfort in the arms of their beloved, they could not help but forget the world around them, and soon their universe had shrunk until it was like nothing existed except each other and the table they made love on. Tensing up slightly, Rachel moaned happily. "Ohhh... oh, God, Matty..." she panted, "I'm s-so close, b-but I don't wanna come until... until you c-come inside me... I've always wanted that t-to set me off, it's so k-kinky..." Matt grunted with pleasure, gritting his teeth to keep from gasping. Just this once, that had more to do with Rachel's openly erotic words than with the tight, wet grip of her eager young snatch around his dick.

Matt didn't say anything back, he just held her tight and growled with need. He was getting close himself, and his entire being ached to take this woman the way she'd literally begged him to take her. Every time he'd ever been intimate with someone, he'd had to fight the instincts which so desperately wanted to bury that knot as deep as it would go, but this time would be different... he was having trouble thinking coherently, but there was just enough of his mind left functioning to look forward to the first time in his life he wouldn't have to hold anything back in that final moment...

The table began to creak rhythmically as Matt really_started giving it to his lover, grunting with exertion each time he buried himself in her velvety heat. Rachel, for her part, just cried out wordlessly and held on tight, babbling deliriously in her pleasures as the big moment rocketed towards them. Matt could hardly blame her, given how long she said she'd been lusting after him... "Rrrrgh... R-Rach, I - I'm so fuckin' c-close..." he gasped, "_Ohhhhh, God...." Reaching up and behind him, he pried one of her hands off his back and somewhat roughly forced his own into it, lacing their fingers together. Clearly seeing where he was going with that, the younger wild dog gripped it tightly, and Matt could feel her other arm and her legs tightening up as well. She was barely holding it back, but then, so was he. Pulling back one last time, Matt met his lover's gaze and held himself still for a heartbeat. "Take me, b-big brother..." Rachel whispered.

With that, Matt pushed forward, and this time, he kept pushing when he met resistance. But after a nice, long dicking, and with all the lubrication Rachel was providing, it was surprisingly easy for him to bury his thick, hard knot in his little sister's pussy. Matt cried out, unable to hold even the sound back as he was finally overwhelmed by his pleasure, as his orgasm exploded forth from within him. His prick began to throb and flex, spurting hot, wet jism into Rachel's thirsty channel, as his knot started to grow even larger, swelling up and tying brother and sister together both romantically and literally. Groaning in ecstasy, dots flashing in front of his eyes, Matt threw back his head and howled in a gloriously primal way as he spilled his seed into his younger sibling. Since she'd already been holding back, he wasn't terribly surprised when Rachel followed him closely into climax, arching her back off the table as she tensed up beneath him, her soft, supple vagina clenching and spasming around her brother's prick. After an initial gasp, Rachel joined her lover - her mate - in that primitive yet potent howl of release, their voices mingling as one the same way their bodies were, as the Abaras bellowed their shared pleasure to reverberate throughout the house.

Once he had finished emptying his balls, after what felt like about twenty thousand years, Matt relaxed, sagging slightly with a groan of satisfaction, his tail wagging weakly behind him. He felt slightly dizzy from the strength of his release, and Rachel, who now lay limply against the table, looked just as blissed-out in the wake of her own orgasm. Even now, with her fur matted and sweaty, and her hair a halo of disarray surrounding her head, Matt found his sister beautiful. Gazing down upon his mate as the both of them panted tiredly, tongues dangling freely, Matt grinned. Maybe it was just the experience of tying for the first time, but he found that he was filled with love, warm and soft and gentle, in a way he'd never experienced before, not even for Samantha, for whom he had become a recluse in his own home. He wanted to tell Rachel these things, he wanted to tell her how amazing their coupling had been, he wanted to kiss her and tell her that he loved her from the bottom of his heart, but before he could utter a single word, his train of thought was completely derailed by a quiet, relaxed chuckle... coming from the entrance to the kitchen.

Matt and Rachel tensed up, and in the heartbeat before they both looked towards the sound, he could see her eyes widening in shock the way he felt his own expanding. His right hand automatically tensed up into a fist; he wouldn't exactly be very good in a fight tied to Rachel like this, but he felt the fight-or-flight response in a major way, a primal need to protect his bitch from this unexpected presence... but the snarl on his face was instantly replaced with dismay as he took in the sight of Magda Abara, leaning against the empty doorway to the room with her arms crossed and a sardonic grin on her muzzle as she observed the sight before her.

They were, in a word, screwed, now figuratively as well as literally. The kitchen entryway was side-on to the table, so Magda had a perfect angle of two of her children, lying atop the table as nude as the days she'd given birth to them, tied together in a post-coital embrace. Matt swallowed as he realized she must have walked in while they were coming, and the two of them hadn't noticed in the throes of pleasure. Since it was a bare wooden table, they couldn't even cover up behind blankets! Rachel's mouth worked as she whimpered a few nonsense syllables, trying to find something to say, but in the end, she yelped with embarrassment, ears pressed firmly against her head as she curled up towards her lover, pressing her face against Matt's shoulder in an attempt to hide her shame (and her breasts) from their mother's view. The humiliated male instinctively curled an arm around her supportively, but it's not like his own ears were standing up straight, either...

Naturally, Magda was the first one to speak, as she walked over to the refrigerator and retrieved a tall, narrow bottle. "We forgot the wine," she said, conversationally, as if she hadn't just walked in on her children committing an act of incest. She stopped on her way back out of the kitchen and turned back towards her red-faced offspring. "You know, Rachel, dear one, when I asked you to cheer your brother up, this, ah, wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she said, still sounding bizarrely calm about the entire situation, "But it seems to have worked, so good job." Rachel peeked up just enough for her confused eyes to become visible. "...What?" the younger female asked, slightly muffled by her lover's chest. As Magda turned to go, Matt was stunned to see that his mother's tail was wagging ever-so-slightly. "Ahh, I love seeing my babies happy..." the older woman said, glancing back at them with a knowing smile and not a hint of surprise in her expression, "Just don't forget to clean up once you're done. See you on Monday!"

With a gentle, relaxed laugh, Magda walked off towards the front of the house, humming to herself, leaving her stunned children atop the kitchen table to slowly look back towards each other, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened. After a few moments of dumbfounded silence, the sound of the front door closing came from the distance. As if a spell had been broken, Rachel whimpered, looking with obvious dismay at the shocked, humiliated expression on her brother's face. "Oh Matty, I - I'm sorry, I d-didn't think anything like this could happen," she murmured, reaching up and touching his face, "P-please, we - we can still make it work, we d-don't have to s-stop, we don't have t-to give up... You don't have to retreat inside yourself again!" Her lip curled slightly, as if she were on the verge of tearing up, but it was replaced with a look of confusion as Matt responded by smiling ever so slightly and licking her nose. "It's okay, little sister," he whispered soothingly, "To be honest, I'm kinda sick of moping in my room... and I'm so sure I love you that I want to keep going, even if Mom does know."

Rachel whimpered again, the sound almost indistinguishable from the one she'd made about nine seconds earlier, but the look on her face made it clear that this one came from a much happier place. At least until Matt suddenly hugged her tight and rolled to the side, pulling her with him until she was lying atop him and not the other way around. She let out a delightful yelp of confusion, and then her mate swung his legs off the side of the table and, getting a hold of her pert ass that was a little firmer than strictly necessary, he carefully lowered his feet to the ground and stood up straight, still carrying his sister in his arms, and with his knot still firmly buried inside her. "Matt!" she protested belatedly. He nuzzled against her cheek as if she wasn't frowning at him. "Look at it this way, Rach," he said, "You succeeded. I'm back on my feet. So... you wanna go someplace more comfortable?" Hugging him a little more tightly with both arms and both legs, Rachel shook her head and giggled. "You're lucky we're tied, you doofus..." she said, "But sure, that sounds nice."

As Matt carried his sister, his mate, out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, Rachel rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes, smiling contentedly. "You think she's gonna tell Dad?" she asked, distantly. Her brother lifted one hand from her rump and gently stroked her back. "Kinda sounds like they knew how we felt before I did," he mused, "But even if she does, we'll deal with it." Rachel responded by clenching her inner muscles and making Matt sigh softly. "Good answer." There was a moment of silence as Matt slowly, carefully climbed the stairs, not wanting to get them both killed so soon after finding happiness, but he couldn't help but tease her once they reached the second floor. "Remember," he murmured, "You still owe me a handjob." As they headed towards her bedroom, Rachel let out a laugh that was relaxed, delighted, and music to her brother's ears.