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The screen was on in the background, but the images displayed were flickering and forgotten, ignored by the people who turned on the television in the first place.

Dylan and Cassandra only needed the subtle background noise that it provided when they were between rounds, but their endurance was the stuff of legends: they didn't need to take a break for very long.

Wadded up paper towels were scattered over the floor and across the coffee table nearby, bearing the mess that they failed to clean up properly the first time. Even after getting a shower, Cassandra found her backside coated in a mess once more, but she wasn't complaining about the fact, or enjoying the warmth and presence of her brother's touch.

She lived for that thrill, and as many times as he rose to the occasion and offered it, she was willing to keep going for him.

"You know, you're gonna have to run out of s-steam soon..."

Taking the top role that time, Cassandra looked down at her brother with a teasing glare. Her lips met with his own in a smattering of kisses, and all the while, her backside cupped around the sides of his impressive shaft, holding it in a snug embrace.

"What's the matter? Got a hot date or something?" he asked, winking at her with the knowledge that she wasn't keeping anything from him, as far as other lovers on the side were concerned. "Or am I just more than you can handle?"

Even though she was the one doing all the work, Dylan still had it in him to brag up his abilities to his sister. She couldn't deny that he'd been doing most of the thrusting that afternoon, but they weren't working on their first round: they'd put in hours of lovemaking already, and the sun was still hanging overhead in the middle of a summer day.

Guiding the tip of her brother's cock into the tiny patch of fabric at the top of her thong, Cassandra made it clear that she wasn't going to overheat anytime soon, but she began to wonder if her fellow fox could actually keep up with her pace; he was already starting to tremble again, as the loops of panties rolled from side to side over his shaft.

"Seems to me that I'm more than you can handle, if we're being honest," Cassandra reminded him. "And you know I'm enjoying myself quite a bit, but I was planning on going to the mall at some point today."

"Sure you can't just cancel those plans and go for another round?"

"I've already pushed them back by over an hour, and I don't want my friends to get pissed off at me," Cassandra explained. "But I guess a few more minutes couldn't hurt too much...I am enjoying myself quite a bit, after all."

Leaning in close again and stealing a few more quick, passionate kisses from Dylan's lips, Cassandra dictated the pace of their fun, but she gave him plenty of room to buck his hips and slide them between her full, curved cheeks, enjoying the surprising warmth that he found in stroking himself against both of her holes.

"I know you're not gonna believe me, but-

"But...?" she cut him off, letting her thong twist and tease against his cock as it moved against her body.

"I actually do just enjoy spending time with you, Cassandra. It doesn't always have to be about sex with us..."

"And if I enjoy it more when we do have sex?" she asked.

Dylan gulped for a moment, wondering if he'd be able to keep up with his sister's demands. "I'd be a fool to complain about that, but I think I might need just another minute or two to get back to rights..."

The way her ass slipped up and down against his shaft was keeping it nice and stiff, but she could tell that her brother needed a longer break; she'd taken the top role for a reason, that time.

"I guess you're in luck, then," she assured him. Leaning in closer to his muzzle, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held him close, taking that chance to steal a longer, deeper kiss from his lips. "I'm just fine with making out with you for a while, if that's all I can get..."

Their relationship was already of a questionable nature, but Dylan was relieved to know that Cassandra was after more than his flesh. In a way, even though they shouldn't have been doing such things in the first place, it made him feel more appreciated to know that his sister was fine just spending that time with him...though, it was easy for her to say such things when she was sitting in his lap and rubbing her ass against his member.

It was the way that her lips tickled over his own, as if she was tenderizing them with her own flesh before going in for the kill that truly caught Dylan off guard, and the passion behind each delicate swirl of her tongue that kept him believing that Cassandra saw something more in him than a casual fling.

"What...w-what if..." he paused, pulling back from the kiss just enough that he could speak clearly, "What if you were able to get a little more than that on a daily basis?"

Sensing his intentions, Cassandra sat upright in her brother's lap and held still for a moment, opting to reach back and tickle the strings of her thong around the sides of his shaft. "Then I'd say I wish you would have gotten up the courage to fool around with me sooner, Dylan."

"You're not the only one who feels that way, sis."

She grinned. "Is that so?"

"If I'd known you were walking around in thongs like that all the time in school, I would have asked to get transferred into all of your classes, just so I could sit behind you and stare at them," he confessed.

That he was telling her such a thing after sleeping with her so many times, Dylan worried it might not have the same gravity, but Cassandra wasn't able to keep from wearing her emotions on her sleeve.

Even if she could contain them there, she wouldn't be able to keep them from her expression, as she smiled warmly at her brother and gave an affirming nod. "And I would have made sure to sit at the far back of the classroom so you could have reached up and played with the strings..."

"Is it really such a good idea to reward a pervert like me? Especially if I wasn't even trying to control my impulses?"

"I think it's fine," she countered. "After all, you wouldn't be able to focus on the lectures if you were sporting one of these."

Just as Dylan wrapped his paws around her backside and squeezed each of her full, thick cheeks, Cassandra rolled her hips again, forcing a tight clench around his shaft and milking precum up to the surface. The mess spilled into her fur and tickled down the underside of her tail, but even when she feared she might have to clean the mess from her yoga pants once more, she didn't stop teasing him.

When he had such a blissful reaction, and such a pleasured look on his face, she just couldn't keep her body from moving on his own; only the climactic end of their fun, or an outside force would be enough to get her to stop.

The clicking of the front door of the house as it was unlocked, however, was a great example of the latter.

Dylan didn't hear the sound, evidence by the way his pawtips dug into the crack of his sister's ass, exploring her pliable flesh and seeing just how close she would let him get to her tailhole.

Truth be told, she had no intention of stopping him until she heard the front door creaking open slowly, and just as her bodice molded into the grasp of his eager palms, she squeaked and panicked when a familiar face stepped inside.

"Dylan? Cassandra?"

The voice was delicate and demure, coming from their cousin, Meghan.

"Oh, h-hi!" Cassandra offered as brief of a greeting as she could, all while trying to yank her yoga pants back up over her ass in a frenzied haste. "I didn't know you were coming back so soon, Meghan!"

"Got let out of work early. Summer is the slowest time of year for us," she explained. The front door and landing were just far enough away from the living room that Cassandra was able to scramble from her brother's lap and adjusted her thong back into place, but there was still a thin veneer of shame about the vixen as she picked up the cum-stained napkins and rushed them to the garbage can.

Dylan wasn't quite so lucky, as he sat up on the couch and did all he could to slouch over the pointing weight of his cock: yanking his shorts back up over the tip did next to nothing to keep the sight from Meghan as she set her things down in the kitchen.

"Speaking of summer and slow times," Cassandra murmured, "I don't have to work at all today, and now that my movie is over...I'll be running to the mall to meet some friends. If Dylan bothers you at all, just push him into the pool or something."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Meghan suggested. "Especially since it looks like he's barely awake..."

Trying not to tremble with the near-orgasmic bliss he felt, Dylan stayed slumped over on the couch, one leg crossed over the other in a vain attempt to cover up his manhood. Meghan wasn't looking that direction on his body in the first place, but even a cursory glance would have revealed his secret, if she wasn't already so preoccupied.

"Mmmhm...h-huh...what? Did you two say something?" Dylan asked, overselling the concept. "I fell asleep while Cassandra was watching that boring movie..."

Rolling her eyes and heading for the door, Cassandra was still adjusting her clothes and pretending that she didn't have tiny stains of precum setting in against the base of her yoga pants. She was able to sneak by Meghan without drawing too much attention, but she was worried about how her brother might screw things up while she was gone, if given the chance.

Cassandra was already out the door, however, when Meghan began stripping out of her short shorts and her tank top, revealing that she'd only worn a bikini underneath it all. With her work day over and done with, she was in the mood to enjoy the waning days of summer the best way that she knew how, and sitting out by the pool was the only thing that she had in mind for the rest of her day.

Dylan couldn't help getting a tired-eyed glimpse of his cousin as she walked through the sliding doors; his jaw dropped so far that it almost came to settle on the quivering tip of his cock.

I don't think I've ever seen her in a bikini before,_Dylan realized. _She doesn't quite have an ass like Cassandra, but...holy smokes, her tits are huge! How did I not notice that?

The fact that he'd only recently crossed the forbidden line with Cassandra occurred to him, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had such thoughts about his sister in passing. Until they'd opened pandora's box together, he'd simply blown such thoughts off as part of growing up and having weird fantasies, but after realizing them, he was seeing his cousin in a new light, as well.

Meghan's outfit didn't leave much to his already strained imagination, but Dylan was already deciding that he liked the possible reality more than the fantasy that was playing out in his mind: he'd made up his mind about his pursuit the moment that his length was soft enough for him to walk properly again.

"For the record, if I were Cassandra, I would have invited you to the mall with me," Dylan tried his best to come up with a conversation starter as he walked through the sliding patio doors. "I guess it's her loss, though. I get to hog you all to myself!"

The fox twins were plenty close with their cousin growing up, often seeing Meghan as just as much of a close friend as they saw her a member of their extended family. "I've been working all day as it is," she reminded Dylan. "To be honest, I'm kinda glad she didn't ask me to tag along: I would have felt bad for telling her I wasn't interested."

"Sounds like you're probably too worn down to talk much, then."

"Nah," she argued. "I've always got enough energy for that, but...don't expect me to do too much moving."

Resting on her heavy bust, Meghan was already lying flat on one of the deck chairs that surrounded the family pool. There was just enough shade for her to stay cool and relaxed in her current pose, but the sun was shifting overhead, making it just a matter of time before she'd either have to move, or ask her cousin for a favor.

"In that case, maybe I'll just pull up a seat next to you and talk your ear off," Dylan offered. He closed the patio door and walked around the corner of the pool, sitting straddled on the edge of the chair next to Meghan. "But I can try to leave some of it attached for you, if you like."

"Such a nerd," Meghan replied. "It's nice to know that you haven't really changed over all these years, Dylan."

He smiled bashfully at that, but there was a wider grin waiting to burst through as Dylan realized that the same thing he'd done with Cassandra was starting to unfold with Meghan.

"I can't believe the biggest nerd in the world is calling me a nerd."

"Well, maybe you haven't changed all that much," Meghan theorized, "But I've changed a little bit, if we're being honest with each other."

Dylan cocked a brow. "And how have you changed, exactly? Other than being more talkative, because...I'm pretty sure this is the longest we've ever talked without someone else around before."

"I never was much of a talker before, was I?" Meghan asked. She giggled at the idea and turned her head so she could look up at Dylan; he saw her head turning just in time to meet her stare, instead of being caught in the act of checking out her ass. "But you weren't always this talkative, either. Maybe we just needed to come into our own a little bit?"

"That's what everyone always said about me," Dylan admitted. "But when I look back at it, I never realized that I was awkward in the first place."

"Oh, I knew that I was," Meghan confessed. "But I also knew that you were, even if you didn't realize it yourself."

Surprised that Meghan was paying that much attention to him in the first place, Dylan smiled inwardly and cast his gaze away from her for a moment. "Well...thanks for not teasing me about it at the time."

"Can I tease you about it now?" she asked, poking out the tip of her tongue. "Or would that be a little too much for you?"

"Do your worst, girl. I'm not the easy target you think I am."

"Neither am I."

She was more reserved than Cassandra, but she was still grinning just a little bit as she rolled over on the deck chair, pressing her back into the towel she'd placed across the seat. With her arms behind her head, her chest was pushed up in such a way that Dylan was sure that he was looking too far into things...but he couldn't help letting his mind wander.

He tried to pretend that his length wasn't jumping around in his shorts, but he couldn't deny the little dart of his eyes to her breasts.

"See something you like?" she asked, but her grin soured a little as she did. "Or is there a bug on me or something like that?"

Dylan rapidly shook his head. "N-no! I mean, you are cute, but that's not...I...I mean no; there's no bugs on you or anything like that. I was just worried about you."

"Worried how, exactly?"

The sun was shifting just far enough to beam directly on her body, but her fur wasn't quite as kissed by those golden beams as Cassandra's. "I wouldn't want you to get burned if you fell asleep out here," Dylan suggested. "Was just thinking that you should put some suntan lotion on."

There were little clues popping up everywhere that gave Meghan an idea of what was really going through Dylan's head. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it just yet, but seeing the way that Cassandra hurried off, along with the fact that Dylan was trying desperately to keep her gaze away from his crotch...she couldn't help getting a little suspicious of the two of them.

The fact that he was flirting with her didn't do anything to ease her curious mind, but she could see his length throbbing in his shorts, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

Am I really about to invite him to do this? She thought.

"I guess you've got a point, but I'm awfully comfortable, Dylan. You think you'd be okay with grabbing the bottle for me and putting a little on my tummy?"

Once more, he was trying not to read between the lines too much.

She was making it tough for him not to get suspicious, but with a quick nod, he stood up to grab the suntan lotion. "Just your tummy?"

"If I decide to roll over again, I'll go ahead and let you put some on my back," she claimed, as if she was offering him a grand opportunity. "For the meantime, though, this sunlight feels heavenly; I'm not moving anytime soon."

Staring at his backside the whole way, Meghan watched her cousin with an eye that was too lustful to miss, but just as it was the first time Dylan crossed that line with Cassandra, neither one of them could believe what they were thinking.

It was just a matter of going through with it, as Dylan returned with the needless bottle of lotion.