Over the Rainbow Chapter one: Ryv and Rho
All characters copy write to me, Janus wolff
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Over the Rainbow
Sunday March fourth in the small town of Lampton started like every other day did. Now at this point one might expect to hear a list of things that happened that made this particular morning seem like an average, boring, every day morning. This list would be shortly followed by the ominous statement 'but it wasn't'. Some massive change would take place on that day, to change the lives of our character forever. Am I right? Of course I am. Its how every story starts in one way or another. Boring. And this story is no different. March fourth was the same old morning that had occurred every morning this past summer. But unlike those other stories there is one major difference in this one. Nothing special happened. March fourth started boring, and it remained boring. And this is exactly what Rhode thought that day, as he sat outside and watched the cars drive by his boring old house like they did every day.
Rhode was a wolf, about 5'7 in height with slightly shaggy blueish grey fur, mixed with black and white splotches. He was fifteen, and in that stage in his life where he didn't really care what people thought of him, as long as they thought he was cool. He sat there in front of his house, bored that morning, waiting for his sister to get home from her friend's house. It was deathly boring around without her, and since she spent the weekend over at Cassia's house, Rhode had done literally nothing for near two days.
It wasn't long however before his mom's black dodge minivan rolled down their street and pulled up into their driveway. Rhode stood up, smiling and excited. His mother waved to him as she stepped out of the car, but he didn't really even notice. In a matter of moments, the passenger door to the van opened and Ryver, his twin sister, stepped out onto the lawn and smiled at him.
"Hey dummy," she teased. "you been waiting for me this whole time?" Rhode gave her a mock frown, turning up his nose at her in response.
"Of course not," he said, doing his best to sound lofty and uncaring. He couldn't keep a straight face though, and a grin began to creep in at the edges of his muzzle. Ryver smiled as she walked up right in front of him and hugged him. She was the exact same height as him, with the same colored fur and everything. They looked almost identical despite the fact they were fraternal twins. The only difference was the fact that Ryver kept her fur cut a little bit shorter then Rhode had his. Not to mention the budding signs of a female that were beginning to peak from her chest.
"Your an idiot." she said as she broke the hug. Rhode smiled and shrugged.
"Eh, maybe. Who cares." their mother simply rolled her eyes and walked past them into the house.
"When you two are finished playing 'lovey dovey', there are a ton of groceries in the back seat of the car for you to bring in." she said testily. Rhode raised an eye brow in question as she shut the door loudly behind her. Ryver shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know," she said dismissively "she's been like that since she picked me up." Rhode nodded in acknowledgment then smiled.
"So what did you guys do all night?" he asked eagerly. Ryver grinned and poked at her brother's ribs playfully.
"Now, now, now, you know better then that! I can't just tell you!" Rhode pretended to pout, sniffling like he was about to break into tears.
"Y-you wouldn't e-even tell y-y-your own brother?" he play sobbed. Ryver giggled and mimed buttoning her lip. Her brother pouted bigger. She smiled mischievously and leaned in towards him. Thinking that she was going to whisper in his ear, Rhode leaned forward also. Still grinning, the fifteen year old canine girl suddenly ran her tongue up the side of his face, giving him a big sloppy dog kiss. Rhode recoiled in disgust with a yelp.
"Aw gross!" he cried as Ryver giggled skipping playfully away towards the car to grab some of the groceries before their mother came back out and yelled at them.
Together the two teenaged wolves dragged the remaining groceries inside to the kitchen, Rhode still grumbling about the dog kiss and how gross his twin was. Ryver just giggled and poked at his sides.
"Aw come on, lighten up Rho," she teased playfully as they plopped the last of the groceries down on the tile floor in front of the refrigerator. Rhode glared at her. She sighed, closing her eyes and shrugging.
"Well, if you don't cheer up I guess I'll never tell you what me and Cassia did last night.." she said in mock disappointment. Rhode instantly perked up, tail wagging like a puppy. Ryver smirked.
"Fine," she said like he was dragging out of her and she regretted giving in. "I'll tell you." Rhode leaned in close to hear her as her voice dropped in octave.
"We were talking," Ryver started, pausing dramatically "about boys." Rhode gave her a disappointed frown, like he had been expecting to hear secrets or some such thing. Ryver nudged him slyly.
"Like...ooo...Percy Hamilton!" she cooed, pressing her hands to her chest and pretending to swoon into Rhode's arms.
"Yech!" he said, pushing her away. "The weasel?! He plays pocket pool in class!" Ryver blinked, standing up straight again and looking at her brother curiously.
"Pocket pool?" she asked. Rhode sighed and shook his head.
"You know..." he made a fist with his right paw and shook it at about waist level. "Jacking off? He does it in class." Ryver's eyes widened in shock.
"Nuh uh,"
"Uh huh," Rhode insisted, nodding vigorously. "he told me and Danube the other day in the locker room how he cut a hole in his pocket so he could grab hold of himself and really jerk it!"
"Eww!" his sister cried, shaking her head. "Thats so gross!"
"If you two HAVE to talk about such nastiness, go to your rooms and do it!" their mother snarled suddenly, peeking her head in around the door frame into the kitchen to snap at them. Rhode and Ryver jumped in surprise then walked quickly to the stairs that lead up to their rooms, to avoid the ire of their mother.
"She can be such a bitch sometimes..." Ryver muttered as the two of them climbed the stairs to the second floor. Rhode shrugged casually.
"Well, she kinda is you know," he said reasonably. Ryver chuckled.
"You are two," he teased, elbowing her and running for his door.
"Hey!" she snarled, sprinting after him. She got to his door just as he was about to slam the door shut. She smashed it open with her shoulder and plowed into him, tackling him to the floor. Not giving him any time to recover, she took a big paw full of fur in each hand and twisted, making him yelp.
"Take it back," she growled threateningly. Rhode struggled and snapped at her but could do nothing to release himself from her grasp.
"Alright alright!" he gasped, giving in finally. "I take it back!" she glared down at him and let go of his fur. She swung her leg off him and stood up, looking down at him like a predator looks down on their kill.
"Good." she declared forcefully, offering a hand down to her fallen brother. He took it grudgingly and hoisted himself back to his feet.
"Damn Ryver," he muttered. "Overreact much?" She narrowed her eyes a him.
"What was that?" she demanded cooly. "you call me a bitch and then ask if Im overreacting?"
"I was only joking," he said with a shrug. Ryver punched him hard in the arm, putting enough force into it that his hand went numb.
"Ach!" he cried, grabbing his shoulder and shaking his hand. "What the hell?!" Ryver sat down on his bed, staring at him with her eyes narrowed and ears laid back on her head, arms crossed across her chest.
"What, are you actually mad at me?" Rhode asked in disbelief. Ryver said nothing, she just continued to glare at him. Rhode rolled his eyes in exasperation and went and sat down next to her.
"I told you, I was only joking," he said, as if this would make it better. Ryver just turned up her muzzle at him and shifted so that he was mostly behind her. Rhode grumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Ryver asked loftily, cocking one of her ears in his direction. Rhode mumbled again, just as inaudible as the last time.
"Im sorry, I still couldn't hear you. Did you say something?" Rhode sighed, and took a deep breath. This was not something teenaged boys were good at, as we all know.
"Im sorry," he said finally, still not very loud, but enough so that someone might be able to hear it. Ryver just shrugged.
"So your sorry. Big deal." she said. Rhode groaned and flopped back onto his bed. He hated when she did this. On the one hand he could never tell if she was joking or whether she was really and truly pissed off at him, and on the other he knew that if she wasn't pissed off, she soon would be if he never apologized, and if she was pissed off she could potentially stop talking to him for days at a time. And he hated when she ignored him.
"Ugh, what do you want then?" he said in defeat. Ryver shrugged.
"I dunno," she said "it wouldn't be much of an apology if I told you what to do, now would it?" A smirk spread across Rhode's muzzle. He knew now for sure that he wasn't pissed anymore, that she was just playing now to see how far he went. If she had been pissed his question would have sparked an angry rant about exactly what she expected in an apology and why he wasn't giving it.
"So, your still made at me, and I don't know why, and you wont tell me what I need to do, is that it?" Ryver nodded, her back still too him.
"Thats right." she declared forcefully. Rhode nodded.
"Mmhmm...so what about if I tried.....THIS?!" he said, pouncing onto her back and wrestling her to the bed. She cried out in surprise but there really wasn't much she could do to fight him off. He soon had her pinned down on his bed, a pillow pressed against her face to keep her from biting him, as he mercilessly tickled her sides, thighs, and feet.
"S-stop stop st-stop!" she begged between sobbing giggles and gasped laughter. She thrashed about, flailing her arms and twisting her head back and forth in an attempt to free herself. Rhode held down the pillow with one hand and with the other continued to tickle her.
"Not until you tell me what you want!" he said. He tickled her all down her sides, skipped over her hips where she wasn't ticklish, and began tickling her outer thighs. Ryver gasped and thrashed, trying to kick him off her.
"Tell me what you want!" Rhode demanded. Now he was laughing. He moved around the top of her thigh and forced his paw in between them, knowing that she was more ticklish on her inner leg then her outer leg. Ryver finally managed to pull the pillow back from her face. Now that she could see she grabbed hold of Rhode's arm and shoulder, and, still laughing, pulled his arm out from under him.
Now that she had him off balance, she wrapped her legs around the arm he still had between her thighs tickling her, pulled him in close to her chest, and rolled over on top of him. He stopped tickling as he cried out in surprise and she laid on top of him and panted, a triumphant smile playing across her muzzle.
"pinned ya," she said smugly. Rhode didn't say anything, just looked up at her from about chest level, his muzzle pressed between her small budding breasts, and the signs of a hot blush playing about his cheeks. Ryver took a moment to take stock of the situation and then she felt the blood rising in her face. Her jaw slackened as she realized what was wrong.
She was laying on top of her twin brother, with his muzzle pressed into her breasts, her arms wrapped around him and pinned to the bed, with his right paw shoved between her thighs, pressed tightly into her body with her legs wrapped around his arm holding him in place.
The two of them lay there for a moment, staring at each other. Ryver could feel Rhode's hear pounding in her stomach and she was sure that he could most definitely feel hers pounding against his face. She took a deep breath, pulled her arms out from under him, unwrapped her legs from around his arm, and rolled off of him onto the bed. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not daring to look over at him. The moment was simply too awkward for a pair of teenaged twins to handle.
She heard Rhode take a deep breath beside her and shift his weight on the bed to face her. She turned her head to look at him, her face still hot with embarrassment. He didn't meet her gaze right away, instead looking downwards. When he realized that in avoiding looking at her face, he was in fact staring at her chest, his eyes snapped back up to meet hers. Ryver's stomach clenched a little.
"So, um," Rhode started awkwardly. "What was it you wanted then?" Ryver laughed, a airy gasping laugh. It was the kind of laugh someone laughs if they have just been crying and someone finally succeeds in cheering them up, or if they are dreadfully worried about something and are suddenly relieved to realize it wasn't quite what they thought.
"I think we can just forget about what I might have wanted stupid," she said, smiling now, as he heart beat slowed. Rhode smiled back.
"You sure? I could always just tickle you again." he teased. Ryver laughed and punched him gently.
"No, I think we've had enough tickling for today thank you." she said. Rhode smiled.
"Yeah, I guess your right." he said, rolling back over onto his back and folding his arms back behind his head. "And between you and me, I don't ever want to end up in that position with you again." Ryver blinked and frowned. She rolled over onto her side to look at him.
"Why not?" she asked curiously. Rhode shrugged.
"I dunno. Its kinda nasty I think." She raised an eyebrow.
"Nasty?"
"Yea, like, you know, I love you and all, I mean your my twin sister. But still, there is no way anyone can love their sister THAT much." he chuckled. Ryver's eyes narrowed and she sat up, crossing her arms.
"Oh really now?" Rhode nodded, eyes still shut and oblivious to the insulted tone in her voice.
"Totally." he chuckled again. "to be honest the thought of being that close to you is kinda scary." Ryver growled in her throat softly. She had heard enough. She slung herself down off the bed with a heavy thump and stomped over to the door, ears laid back on her head, fuming as she went. Rhode finally picked up on the fact that something was wrong and sat up, looking confused.
"Where are you going?" he asked. Ryver said nothing, simply grabbed hold of the door and slammed it shut. Rhode was very into having privacy, so in addition to the lock built into the handle he had installed two slide bolts on his own. Ryver locked all three locks. Rhode raised an eyebrow questioningly but said nothing.
His twin turned around to face him and he flinched automatically. Her eyes were narrowed and her jaw was clenched, her ears laid back on her head and her fur standing on end. He knew for sure this time that she was pissed to her core, but he hadn't a clue as to why. He frowned, and scooted back on his bed, subconsciously putting more distance between him and his sister.
"What's wrong?" he asked cautiously. She didn't answer him. She closed the gap between the door and his bed too quick for his liking. He backed himself right up against the wall, and seeing that he had no place left to go he began to panic. He had only once before made Ryver so angry that she was speechless, and it had resulted in a broken arm for him.
"Look," he said as she climbed up onto the bed and knelt in front of him. "I don't know what I said THIS time, but I'm sorry, ok? Im sorry." she still didn't say anything, but her face softened, her ears went from laying back aggressively to a more relaxed look, though they were still pressed back on her head. Her eyes went from narrowed and angry to determined, and a slight smile played out softly across her muzzle. Rhode cocked his head, completely confused now. Ryver began to shuffle forward on her knees now. When she was right in front of him, she put her paws on the wall behind him, on either side of his head, and lowered herself in towards him, stopping when her muzzle was just inches from his.
"Wha....what are you doing?" he asked, more confused now then scared. Ryver smiled softly, and closed the gap between them, pressing her muzzle tightly in to his, holding his head in place with her arms as she kissed him. His eyes widened in surprise and he began to shake his head, trying to break free. When he couldn't he began to relax. His hardened mouth softened and he accepted the kiss. Ryver tilted her head slightly and kissed him deeper, her eyes closed now. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and she could feel her brother's heavy breath on her face.
Finally after what seemed an eternity, she broke the kiss, panting and blushing, and pulled back to look at her stunned brother. Rhode sat there on his bed against the wall, panting like his sister, his face burning hot.
"So," she said after a few moments pause. "Was that so nasty?" Rhode swallowed and took a breath. He shook his head.
"No," he said, "not too nasty." Ryver smiled and scooted foreword again. She straddled him and sat down in his lap, facing towards him with her chest pressed against him. The twins stared at each other for a long moment before Rhode reached up, wrapped his arms about her neck, and drew her face down to his. He pressed his muzzle into hers again and kissed her deeply as she had kissed him. The two twins closed their eyes, tilted their heads, and parted their lips as they kissed.
Ryver felt her heart skip a beat as her she felt her brother's tongue push past her teeth into her muzzle and intertwine with hers. Her face reddened beneath her fur as she felt his paws work through the short, soft fur on the back of her neck and tangle in the longer fur growing from her head. She took her hands off the wall behind him and wound her arms about his head. She broke off the kiss for breath, lifting her muzzle up above his head as she gasped for air.
Rhode didn't stop as she did though. As her mouth and muzzle were moved beyond his reach, he pressed his face into his twin sister's throat and continued to kiss. He parted his lips and nipped and nibbled at her neck and throat, causing her to yip in surprise. She didn't stop him though and he began to travel lower as she arched and leaned backwards. Soon he was kissing and licking at the edge of her spaghetti strap top, at the very start of what little cleavage she had. She gasped and held his head closer pressing him into her.
Rhode ran his paws down the back of her neck and over her shoulders, hooking his thumbs into her straps and pulling them down her arms as he went. Before she knew it her shirt had been pulled down to her stomach, her pink bra exposed to her brother as he continued lapping at and kissing her bare chest fur. Ryver began to giggle.
"Stop, stop, stop," she said, pulling back and pushing him away slightly. Rhode panted, looking at her in confusion. Ryver put her hands behind her back and fumbled for a minute, tilting her head back and looking at the ceiling as she bit her lip, trying to concentrate. She smiled suddenly.
"There we go," she said as she unhooked her bra and drew her arms out of it. The pink cups fell away from her now bare white chest, exposing her small B cup breasts. Rhode stared at them for a moment and Ryver smiled. She wrapped her arms around her brother's head and pulled him in again, pressing his face into her breast. He began kissing again, licking around her tits and drawing them out of the fur. Ryver gasped in surprise as he placed his muzzle around the end of one and began to suck. He nibbled at it and run his tongue over its surface, making her murr deep in her throat.
Ryver felt something poking at her tailhole and she smiled slightly. Her heart was still pounding up in her throat as she let her arms drop from around Rhode's head. He looked up at her and met her gaze, his muzzle still wrapped around her nipple. She smiled mischievously down at him and shifted back on his lap.
"And what is this I wonder?" she asked, smirking. Rhode gasped as as she grabbed his cock which had gotten hard and was now fully out of its sheath and tenting his pants. "Well? What is it?"
"My...my dick," Rhode mumbled, eyes closed and face hot. Ryver smiled and gave it a firm tug through his pants, making him gasp. Her heart skipped again as she heard him.
"Really now?" she teased. "I don't think its ever been like this around me, now has it?" she asked, smirking. Rhode shook his head.
"What was that?" she asked. Her twin bit his lip and took a deep breath.
"No, it hasn't," he said finally. Ryver looked down at the bulge in his pants, breathing hard now. She took a breath to steady her nerve.
"Well..." she began slowly. "maybe I should take a look at it, you know, just to make sure everything is alright?" She began to unbutton his pants, feeling a bit nervous and shy now. Rhode remained quiet, one arm wrapped around her side and tangled in the soft fur on her upper back, the other pressed into her chest, fingers squeezing her breast gently.
Ryver slowly unzipped the fly of her twin brother's pants and pulled the top open. He spread his legs slightly to give her better access. The next hill for her to conquer were his boxers. She hooked a claw on her finger gently into the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down and out, over the top of his bulge.
She bit her lip and took a deep breath, almost in unison with her brother as his thick, six and a half inch long, dark red, canine cock stiffened in the cool air. It throbbed painfully, a clear bead of pre glistening at the top. Ryver glanced up at Rhode, then tentatively grasped his cock with her free hand and gave it a firm tug.
Rhode groaned as his cock throbbed in her hand, making Ryver jump. She giggled a bit at her self then looked at Rhode.
"So," he said softly. "What do we do now?" Ryver looked down at his cock, still throbbing in her paw, then back up at him.
"Well," she said, "Its not like we can have sex," Rhode shook his head.
"No, of course not. Of course we cant," he said reasonably. Ryver couldn't help but notice that he also sounded a little disappointed. Strangely that made her feel really good. Her brother was disappointed that he couldn't have sex with her. In her mind, there was no better proof of love right now.
"But," she said after a moment of hesitation, "I cant very well leave you like this, now can I?" Rhode bit his lip and shrugged slowly, not daring to speak. Ryver sighed and nodded her head in determination.
"So I have to get you off somehow." she concluded, mostly to her self. She looked back up at her brother and sat back, away from him, sliding off his lap.
"Well," she said after a moment. "what are you waiting for? Lay down on your back, and for god's sake keep quiet. We cant let mom hear us or we're dead!" Rhode smiled slightly and pushed off from the wall. He turned so he was sitting lengthwise on his bed and laid down with his head on his pillow. Ryver adjusted herself also, pulling his shorts and boxers down to his knees and then kneeling between his spread legs.
"I cant believe we're doing this," she giggled happily. "this is just so NAUGHTY," she giggled again and leaned over, her ass and tail sticking up in the air, her elbows on the bed between Rhode's thighs, and her back arched. She knelt so her muzzle was mere centimeters from her brother's throbbing cock. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened her muzzle, and slid it into her mouth.
Rhode groaned in pleasure as his twin sister's warm, wet muzzle surrounded his dick, her smooth, slippery tongue rubbing against the bottom of his shaft. It had a sort of funny taste, she thought to herself. Sort of salty, and musky. She did her best to keep her sharp, pointed teeth out of the way of his sensitive flesh but she did hear him gasp on occasion when a tooth happened to catch.
"Oorray..." she mumbled around his shaft. She rolled her tongue out over her lower teeth, so the tip of it stuck out the end of her muzzle. Then she began to slide her face up and down his shaft, sucking gently on the tip at the end of each long, slow stroke.
"Oh, fuck Ryv," Rhode groaned as she bobbed in his lap. He arched his back, leaning his head back into his pillow. His paws scrabbled at the sheets, claws piercing through the cotton as he tried to grip something. He panted and gasped as she sucked him.
Ryver smiled around his shaft, looking up at him from her position at his groin. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of her brother writhing around in pleasure on his bed every time she ended a stroke and gave the tip of his cock a gentle little nibble or suckle.
"oh, oh, oh, fuck!" Rhode cried suddenly. His arms shot up and he grabbed onto her head she she bobbed back down his shaft. His paws wrapped into her fur, grabbing hold of her ears and holding her head close to his groin.
"Oh god, your making me cummm..." he groaned, bucking his hip up into her muzzle. Ryver choked slightly as his cock jerked violently in her mouth, spurting shot after shot of hot, salty jizz into her mouth. Rhode bucked his hips every spurt, filling Ryver's mouth. She didn't swallow any of it, just slackened her cheeks and let her mouth fill. When he was finally done and relaxed his grip on her head, she tightened her lips and slid herself up and off his softening rod, cheeks full of boiling hot, bitter, salty cum.
Ryver took a deep breath, and swallowed as much of the thick cream as she could. She gagged on the taste and texture, opening her mouth wide as she did. She had emptied most of it from her muzzle, but there were still thick strands connecting her upper and lower jaws, and quite a bit drizzled out and hung in thick, gooey ropes from her chin.
"Sorry Ryv," Rhode said, looking sheepish. Ryver coughed a bit and held up a hand, gasping for breath.
"No, no its fine," she said finally. "Just please, promise me next time you'll warn me? Heh, i'll let you jizz as much as you want in my mouth just, please, tell me next time." Rhode laughed a bit.
"Ok, deal." he said. Then he hesitated and thought. "Wait, what do you mean 'next time'?" Ryver giggled, lifting her her face to look at him, cum still dangling from her chin.
"You know, next time I give you head!" she said brightly. Rhode felt his face redden and heat up. Ryver gave him a coy little smirk. "You know, maybe next time you take care of me too, huh?" he blinked, then laughed a little.
"Sure, but you said we couldn't have sex." he said. Ryver nodded firmly.
"Thats right, we cant. Not ever." she said. "but you could always give me head, just like I give it to you." Rhode rolled his eyes.
"Its not called 'giving head' when its done to a girl Ryv," he said in exasperation. "Its called 'Eating out'." Ryver wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at her brother.
"Fine, you could always 'eat me out' then."
"Kids! Come on down stairs!" their mother shouted from the base of the stairs, making the twins jump in unison. Rhodes rushed to pull up and redo his pants buttons while Ryver re-hooked her bra and pulled her shirt back up over her shoulders. The two of them ran for the door, threw open the locks and started down the stairs.
"Wait! Hold up!" Ryver hissed suddenly, stopping short. Rhode turned around to see her wiping the dripping cum off her chin, looking around desperately, then slurping it up off her hands and swallowing. She grimaced.
"Ugh, that stuffs gonna take some getting used to," she mumbled as Rhode stifled his laughter. "Oh shut up, asshole."
The two twins walked out into the kitchen where their mother was pulling on her shoes. She looked over at the two of them and jerked her head towards the door, where their shoes were.
"Get your shoes on." she said.
"Where are we going?" Rhode asked curiously.
"Yeah, and what's for dinner?" Ryver asked.
"Well," their mother said, "I was thinking that we would all eat out tonight." she stopped and put her hands on her hips.
"Now what the hell is so funny about that?!" she demanded as the two twins doubled over in laughter, clutching at each other for support.
So thats the start of our story here in Lampton. As it turns out, March fourth wasn't such a boring day after all. Well, at least we know it wasn't a boring day. To everyone else, to everyone who doesn't know what happened that day, March fourth was plain. And as of right now that is the way it will remain to them. I think I can trust you guys to keep a secret, can't I?