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"Bro, just handle my back! They're pushing from the back! ... What do you mean you know that!? If you know that, then fucking do something about it! No I'm not switching classes, I'm fucking pushing! Now do your job and protect our back! I'm not yelling at you! I'm-- fuck! Okay, fine! Ya happy now!? We're dead!"

CLACK!

His headphones fell on his desk, followed by a hand running through his hair. Annoyed and frustrated, the young lupine leaned back in his chair, expression flat and eyes slant as he gazed at the whirring ceiling fan above.

How long had he been in here, playing the same game for hours upon hours on end with his friends? Too long, and for what? Another lost? Ugh... this damn game was going to consume his life... if it hasn't already that is. Oh well, on to the next one.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," the wolf muttered as he scrambled for his headphones, pulling them up to his ear as he answered the call, "Look, I'll be with you in a little bit. Gotta get myself something to eat. And, no! I'm not changing my fucking class... I'm dps for a reason..."

The being who sat at his desk - the one currently pulling back after taking a loss in his favorite (for the week) game - was certainly a specimen of a young maned wolf. Taller than most his peers with fur brown, and hair so long and black, it was tied into a ponytail like some jock straight out of the 90s, running down and down and down and down and down.

And down...

Jacob Lawrence. If you recognized that name, then you probably went to Sundown High School. His was the star athlete there, his fast ball upon the SHS Baseball team - the Novas - getting him the nickname 'Starfire'. And he wasn't half bad at batting either... or catching... or stealing. Look, if you needed someone who could do everything on the baseball field, then you pull Jacob right out of the dugout!

Appropriately so, considering his size and figure. Not bulky like your football player, but not quite as lithe as your basketball player; he was right there in the middle. Toned, athletic, easily able to circle the entire cul-de-sac in under a minute multiple times over, he was the envy of many, and the object of lust for more than a few.

If only, ya'know, he was smart enough to see it.

Look, no one's calling Jacob and idiot, but no one's saying he's winning any prizes in intelligence either. Despite going to college at the rather esteemed Golden Bell University, its clear he got there mostly on the back of his sports grant. Hey, when you throw a ball as fast as he can, you'll find more than just a few doors open up for you.

But alas, it was summer time, and he had no summer classes to go to. And with the baseball season down at the moment, what was a young man to do during the days? Why... spend them playing games of course!

Standing up from his desk, Jacob stretched out his arms and yawned, feeling a few bones crack in his spine. He had been sitting here behind his desk for the past few hours now following breakfast, which may not be the best thing to do considering his position in life. But, hey, could you really blame him? Spending hours of his days, constantly honing his body, he'd love to spend some time just kicking back, drinking some soda, and screaming at his computer screen as his friends DROP ANOTHER GAME!!!

Yup... like everyone else...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Huh? Uh... yeah, I'm comin'," muttered the wolf as he twisted his spine, cracking a few more bones before heading for the door. He grabbed its knob, turned it, opened it, and--

Smack!

"Gah!? What did I do!?"

And then there was her.

In a family comprised mostly of wolves, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Why? Because she wasn't a wolf, she was a cat. Her fur was this jet black that caught the rays of light upon it like the sheen of night. Her eyes meanwhile were these olive lights that stood in stark opposition to his brown ones. They also had a far, far sharper look and glare despite her... shorter nature. Yes, her head only came up to his chest in terms of height, yet she stood with her arms crossed in an indignant and - more importantly - strong manner.

If Jacob was tall and athletic, she was quite easily the opposite. Her figure was far more... smooth, far more curvaceous, with a trim waist, a round buttocks, and thick, no, um... thicc, thighs. Her chest... while shapely, curvy and perky, could be a little bit larger, but say that to her face, and prepare to have good few claw marks on your head for a couple of weeks.

Speaking from experience...

Now, standing eye to eye or uh.... eye to pointed ears with her in the hall, that's nothing new to him. They lived in the same house, and had done so since she was born. And why is that? Because she was--

"What the hell, Michelle!?"

"Don't you 'the hell' me, you fuck nugget!" the cat snapped back, her hand wheeling back to deliver another strike, "You fucking ate my yogurt, jackass! Don't you know how hard it is to find low fat yogurt, wait... good low fat yogurt in the market! It's either fat as shit, or tastes like shit! And you fucking ate it!"

"What? H-how do you know it was me?" he asked whilst stepping back, his head shaking, "It could've been Dad!"

"Like hell it was; you know Dad wouldn't just eat my yogurt!" she replied as she pointed her finger, jabbing it up to his nose, "I know it was your hungry hungry hippo ass that ate it! I bet you came in from your morning run, saw my yogurt, and with your dumb dog brain was like 'oh, sweet, yogurt', and then you ate it! Dammit, Jacob! Not everyone's a fucking athlete like you are!"

"Uuhhh... hrrrhgh... hmmm..."

Shit... crap... that was her yogurt? Well... could you blame him? He rarely gets the chance to have banana flavored yogurt! It's usually strawberry... or cherry... or - Heavens forbid - _lemon!_Not that these flavors ever stopped him from eating them... and... damn... those low-fat ones must be Michelle's, because she always--

Smack!

"Gahhhk!?"

"Jeeze, can't you keep your mouth shut for just a little while!?" Michelle shouted as she stomped in place whilst shaking her hands, "For fucks sake, you're twenty one and yet you still eat your sister's yogurt like some fat thirteen-year-old!? The hell is wrong with you!?"

"Ummm... uhhh... I was... heh... I was hungry?" he said, a hapless smile adorning his face.

She... didn't find it very amusing, if her twitching eye and flashing fang had anything to say about it. She was thiiiiisss close to yelling his ear off again, but--

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

"HEY! DO I HEAR YOU TWO SAYING 'FUCK' UP THERE?!"

Well... that got them both quiet.

"Uh... no!" they said in unison, their response being met with annoyed groans from down below.

The two quieted down, sighing as the tension between them cooled, though Michelle was still annoyed. Her olive eyes snapped back up on her brother, leering at him sharply as she once again brushed her open palm along his face. It was a simple yet still effective taunt, one that had Jacob shivering in place as he looked at his sister.

"If you eat my fucking yogurt again," she whispered, "I'll castrate you."

"C-castrate...?"

"Ugh... you hopeless moron; that means I'll cut your balls off!" she stated, her pearly white teeth shown and full.

"Uh... i-isn't that a bit of a jump, Chelle?"

"Not for my fucking yogurt," she muttered whilst turning her back on him, "And you should put on some deodorant... you stink... gosh... you fucking glutton..."

Silver of tongue and venomous in tone, Michelle Lawrence was much like her brother: the envy of many, and the object of lust for more than a few. And when she walked down the halls with her smartphone in hand, no doubt texting one of her many, many friends, Jacob sat there rubbing his cheek to soothe the lingering pain. His brown eyes watched as his sister headed for her bedroom however, not budging an inch.

Did she... always move with a sway of her hips? And... wait... was she always wearing nothing but red panties and a crop top? Dammit! Didn't she know she was showing too much skin!? Like, she always yells at him when he jaunts around shirtless! And, yeah, she wasn't shirtless, but she was damn near close! He could see too much skin... too much fur... too much of her round, shapely butt... too much of her figure... and just the underside - _just the underside -_of her breasts. Her... underboob, if you will.

Umm... uhh... ooooohhh...

Jacob looked back; his tail was wagging. Jacob looked down; his pants were tight. Hmm... uhhh... what... the... fuck...?

Uhh... hmm... maybe he's been on the computer for too long today...

...

It was getting hotter these days, with the sun starting to relentlessly beam down upon anyone brave enough to go under it. For someone living in a beach side community, this was heaven. Unfortunately, the Lawrence family did not live in a beach side community. Their nearest beach was... two... three hours away if the highways were looking kind enough. And with his boy Leo out of town, yeah, that wasn't happening.

Oh darn...

Stumbling through his home this lovely, summer morning, Jacob had his eyes locked on one place and one place along; the refrigerator. If he wasn't remembered for his superb baseball skills, he'd definitely be remembered for his seemingly endless stomach. Always prowling about the refrigerator, or cooler, or street vendors, or whatever else have you, all in search of food.

Now... was no different.

"Let's see what's inside..." muttered the maned wolf to himself, a grin lining his lips with barely restrained glee, "Eheheheheheh! There you are! Delicious yogu-- wait..." he stopped himself, "Why... do I feel a tingling in my balls..."

"I... didn't need to hear that..." another voice rang from behind.

Jacob tensed up, then looked over his shoulder towards the admittedly larger and older maned wolf standing behind him. He was a man who exuded this charming and suave air, even passively, despite his prime being decades away. With his sharp brown eyes and masculine appearance, the difference between father and son were minuscule... if they existed at all.

Marcus Lawrence raised an eyebrow at his son, who was smiling in an attempt to disarm his father. It wasn't working, for the haggard mane wolf could only sigh in an annoyed manner at his son's foolishness. Seriously, he must have a death wish constantly going after his sister's food.

"How many times does Michelle have to tell you not to eat her yogurt," asked Jacob's father, eyebrow raised as he trapped his son beneath his intense glare, "Uhhh... oh! Ohhh... shit... yeah, that's why my balls tingled..."

"'Shit'? Look, I know I'm not as strict as your mother, but you still shouldn't curse around me, you idiot."

"Uh... heh... s-sorry dad," Jacob apologized, a sheepish grin adorning his face.

"Oh for fucks sake... hmm.." he looked left and right, "Where's your sister at? Your mother's almost finished packing things up; I want to do a quick run down of things before we leave."

"Huh? Oh! Right! That! Umm..." Jacob cocked his head for the backdoor patio behind him, "I think she's at the sidewalk, doing some jogging."

"Then go get her," rumbled his father whilst pointing towards the living room with his thumb, "I would like to get to where we're going before the storm hits."

"Storm...?" Jacob repeated, only to garner a sharp eye from his father, "Okay! Okay! Going!"

Turning around, he pushed for the front door, stepping through it where he came to its fence. Laying his hands upon it, he leered over the banister, searching for his sister. With it being so hot under such a clear and sunny day, there were more than a few people out and about. There was Mrs. Nils tending to her garden. Her daughter Jasmine was talking with a few of her friends as they walked back. They said, hi, he said hello back. Mr. Short - their neighborhood's residential car guy - was teaching his son the ins and outs of an engine. There were many kids - too numerous to count and name - all playing on the front lawn of the Price home, since they set up a sprinkler.

All in all, a nice summer day... but... uh... where was his sis--

Wings..._he hadn't noticed it before, but Michelle's hair was like _wings. She had her long, luscious, black hair tied up into... twintails. Yeah, that's what they're called; twintails. They hung from her head, bouncing up and down with her striding steps, and flowed along the wind which carried her. Was her hair always this shape? Or had she done it up this before her morning run? He had never been so... mesmerized by his sister's hair before.

And this mesmerized state continued on as he took in the view of her body. Due to the heat, she was wearing such tight shorts. It was red and white, standing out against her black fur, whilst hugging her every curve tightly. Inadvertently, it flaunted her thicc thighs, exposing how sumptuous her body was.

Of course, it wasn't just her legs. On her chest she wore a loose pink tank top, which - while longer than her crop top the previous evening - was short enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Probably because it was rather transparent, allowing anyone - and everyone - to see the red sports bra she wore beneath. And, wait, weren't sports bras supposed to be... _tight?_They certainly held Michelle's breasts in place, but they also offered a rather deep look into her plunging cleavage, and showed how curvy and... even how perky her tits were.

All of this on top of a tight and maintained figure. Perfectly curved in all the right places, and tight in all of the others. Smooth shoulders, slim waist, and an immaculate stride in her running movements, there were very few women out there that could claim to be Michelle's equal.

And... now she was... heading... right... towards--

Smack!

"Ghuh!?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Michelle snarled, her voice a yelling whisper, "Fucking stop wagging your tail and put your tongue back in your mouth, you dumb dog! What's Jasmine gonna think if you start ogling her ass!?"

"J-Jasmine...?" he repeated, confused as his eyes darted around.

Yeah, Jasmine! The candid was talking with her friends not too far from them, their backs turned as they were completely unaware of the siblings. Wait, wait, wait, but, why did Michelle call him out on Jasmine? Oh... oh! She thought he was ogling Jasmine's ass? Well... she does have a nice butt... but she's a bit too young for his tastes. No, he was far too busy ogling his sister, not Jas--

Oh... oh shit... oh shit shit shit... oh shit... he was... ogling... his sister... oh shit...

And, wait, isn't Jasmine a year older than Michelle anyway? So... that means... he was... oh... oh no... oh no no no... oh no...

"Gosh, the hell is wrong with you, you pervert?" Michelle muttered as she pushed past him.

And Jacob... didn't really have a response. So he just sat there at his sister entered their home behind them, rubbing his chin and jaw in a quizzical, shocked manner with eyes wide. He wanted to say something, but he stopped himself shy of doing it. Yeah, it was probably best if she thought he was just ogling Jasmine's ass. That was far, far less creepy than the alternate.

Ya'know... that he was ogling his sister... holy shit...

...

"Alright... so one last time, let's go over things, please?"

If Jacob was like his father - tall, strong and handsome - then Michelle was like her mother. Jet black fur? Check. Sharp yet beautiful olive eyes? Check. Hair so long she could sit on it? Well, Michelle's hair isn't that long, but check. Voluptuous figure? Check. Feline? Check. Overbearing and arrogant personality? Big, fucking, check.

Jessica Lawrence, wife of Marcus Lawrence. Both could be stern at times, but she was by far the more serious and tense parent. They could get away with cursing around their father. Their mother? Yeah, no, not unless they want to get punished. Doesn't matter if he was in college and she just got finished with senior year; punishment from their mother was just that strong a threat.

"Yes, Mom, we know..." said the two Lawrence siblings in unison, sitting on their living room couch. Both had rather lax expressions on, though Michelle's was clearly more annoyed with the situation. It matched her mother, who also leered at the two in an annoyed manner. However - being the older woman - she brushed it off.

Besides, it's kinda hard to get into an argument with someone who is damn-near your spitting image.

"Yes... you're probably annoyed by this song and dance.. but it is such a shame that I must go over this with you two for the umpteenth time," said Jessica, before her eyes narrowed in on her son, "Especially with you, Jacob."

"What? Hey!? What did I do!" he replied.

"Nothing... yet..." Marcus's voice came booming from the staircase, followed by his footsteps as he came downstairs, "You may be twenty-one, but you still wanna act like a frat boy. I'm not letting you turn our home into a dormitory while we are gone."

"Tch... as if he could," Michelle muttered with a roll of her eyes, "He's been glued to that computer screen of his all day, playing that same stupid game. He probably doesn't have any brain cells left to throw a party at the house."

"Heeey!"

"Good... that's exactly what I want," Jessica stated whilst crossing her arms, "Now we're heading off for you aunt and uncle. If anything happens..."

"Please,hesitate to ask," Marcus remarked as he cut his wife off, garnering an annoyed squint at his 'supposed' joke.

Jessica didn't say anything, instead watching as he fiddled with the door, unlocking it so they could head for their car. But before the two departed, they both turned to face their children, where they suddenly gave them smiles. Yes, strict though they... well... mainly_Jessica_ could be, they still loved their children!

And, yes, Jacob and Michelle loved them too.

"Alright... see you kids later," Marcus said with a wave of his hand.

They both nodded, watching as their parents slipped through the door. They continued resting on the couch, neither sibling moving until they heard the car doors open... and further still they remained immobile, not budging a damn inch until they heard the car crank up, rumble for a couple of moments, and then finally pull back. Once all of that happened...

"Haaah... I'mma take a shower..." Michelle said as she stood up, snapping her brother's eyes over, "Someone may like rumbling around in all of his post, workout funk... but that someone sure as hell isn't me."

"What? I don't smell that bad when I get done working out!" Jacob replied, though his sister shook his head.

"Uh-huh, yeah right. You keep telling yourself that, Jake..." Michelle said as she pulled off her pink tank top, "Fuaah..."

She tossed it aside, letting it drop on the couch as she headed for the staircase. Left behind, Jacob watched his sister walk upstairs with an annoyed pout on his face, only pulling back once she vanished from view. There he sat, his arms crossed and expression still indignant, making him look more pensive than he actually was. In reality, he was wondering what to do now.

It was still early in the day - just after noon in fact - and without college classes or baseball, he had nothing but a vast, empty schedule. So much time to do whatever it is he wanted... only to realize... he didn't actually have much to do.

Damn... is this what it means to be an adult?

He could go to sleep... but he wasn't really sleepy. He could get back online, but that would only prove Michelle right. Well... could he work out? Yeah... yeah, that sounds nice. A little workout would kill some time before he inevitably wonders what he should do next. Could probably even call over a few friends and--

Skkkkssshhhhhhhhh!

Hm... Michelle was in the shower now; he could hear it. Looking up to the roof overhead as the waters rushed, his mind was first blank with thoughts... only to suddenly imagine...

Lovely, voluptuous, jet-black fur. Water rushing down its smooth, flawless surface. It would stroke along the figure of a beautiful young woman; sliding down her hips, rushing along her sides, dipping into the navel of her flat stomach. Oh... perfection. But that's not all, for he imagined the waters percolating upon the breasts of this woman. She wasn't the bustiest, but her chest was certainly perky, not to mention perfectly round. The water would drift off their sides then fall into the basin below, and when they trickled upon her hard, pink nipples, they'd glow as the light struck him.

Who was this beautiful woman in his mind? The one that made his cock so hard? Well, as the metaphorical camera in his head panned up, he'd see that it was...

"Michelle!?"

And his eyes grew wide.

He...

Did he just...

Oh no... not again!

Jacob couldn't believe himself; he was fantasizing about Michelle!? It's one thing to gawk at her when she's running; he could at least blame that on... fuck, the summer heat!? But this? He was sitting calmly on his couch, doing nothing! Just the sound of Michelle taking a shower put these nasty thoughts in his head!

These nasty... erotic thoughts... oh... yes... no! Oh no!

"Dammit! Go down!" Jacob muttered as he stuffed his hands over his hard cock, trying to hide it.

But, yeah, all that served to do was make the tightness in his pants all the more unbearable and uncomfortable! So he released his hands, where he gazed at the tower staring at him through his jeans. If he shifted it slightly, he'd be able to hide it, but uh... let's just say his package is a little bit larger than expected. With it pressing against his pants, one would clearly be able to see his manhood, even if it was resting at an angle.

Thankfully, Michelle was taking a shower and not sitting next to him on this couch. But, damn, did she need to be wearing such tight clothes when she was running? Whether he imagined her naked in the shower or not, images of his sister and her sexy body continued to infiltrate his mind! Dammit! Okay, maybe he really should go play a game; anything to--

"Sniff... sniff... sniff... what's that smell...?"

This... smell, yes, this aroma! It struck his nose, tickling his nostrils with a scent unlike anything he's ever smelled before. It was vaguely familiar, yet wholly unique, and the more he smelled it...sniiifffff... hmm... the hotter his body became. Hotter to the point that his body became sweaty, making his shirt mat down to his chest. But where was this scent coming from? Where!? Well, looking around briefly, he finally found it.

A... pink... tank top...

Michelle's... pink... tank top...

That's where the smell was coming from. All the sweat she created during her work out had collected right there within that thin garb. And it was radiating her odor... that odor. The odor he was intoxicated by. The odor he was turned on by. The odor he needed.

It was his sister's natural musk.

Driven by that addictive odor, Jacob slowly reached his hand out for that sweaty, pink tank top. His fingers twitched, his mind overcome with the need to just stick his nose up to the garment and smell. Smell! SMELL!!!

"Gnnnghh!?"

But he pulled back, his eyes wide as he looked to his hand in disbelief. Was he really about to... do this? Was he really about to--

Sniiifffff...!

"Fuck it..."

Without a care, Jacob swiped his sister's top from off the couch's arm rest and quickly rushed his way upstairs. Slipping into his bedroom, he closed the door behind him and fell into his chair, his eyes falling on his computer screen. Typically, he'd look up all sorts of porn late into night, but now he had his eyes attracted over towards the skimpy pink garment clutched in his hand. This... intoxicating garment... he just...

SNIIIFFFFF!!!

Mmmmmm! That's the good stuff!

Pressing it up to his nose, Jacob began smelling Michelle's top, sending the melodious scent straight into his brain like a drug. Surges of pleasure roared through his body, and the heat continued climbing and climbing and climbing! At the same time, the tightening in his jeans became uncontrollable, forcing him to undo his pants. And once he did...

FLING!

His throbbing pink cock was freed... and it had never been so _hard_before. It physically hurt him just standing tall and proud like this, with precum sliding down its side like syrup. Jacob even stared at his manhood in disbelief, before wrapping his hands around it tightly.

"Ahahh!?"

Why... was his cock so sensitive now? This ain't his first time masturbating! But there he was, moaning like a virgin!

What... did you think he was a virgin? With a body like this? Get real!

But, still, why was his body so sensitive? Why did rubbing his cock... oooh... feel so good? Stroke, stroke, stroke; every pump of his hand had him leaning back in his chair while deep moans left his lips. He began thrusting down harder with his hand, pumping his cock with more fury, more need! But then the heat began waning, the surge not as strong... until he took another hit of his drug that is.

Sniifff!!!

"Mmmmmm!"

He smelled Michelle's top again, once again kicking his engines with lust as his cock throbbed in hand. Not even bothering with pulling away the garment from his nose, Jacob shamelessly smelled it over and over again, whilst pumping his hand upon his cock with more speed and power.

His mind began racing as images of his sister began assaulting him. He imagined her hot, sweaty, naked body, pressing up against him. She'd smother his head with her perky, round tits, pinning him to this chair, or his bed, or her bed, or the couch, or some other random surface in their house! He didn't care! He'd just feel his sisters tight body pressing up against him, letting him indulge in her addictive scent until he couldn't take it anymore!

And then he'd desire more...

He'd flip her over, he'd spread her legs, and then he'd...

"OOOUUUUWWWHH!!!"

Squirrrt!!!

His seed shot out all over his hand, his lap, hell, it even got on his desk and some of it on Michelle's shirt. The hot odor of his cum filled his room almost instantly, leaving him to croon and groan as he laid against his chair. It was, without a doubt, one of the most intense orgasms of his life... and it was from masturbating to his sister's tank top.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Some cum had tracked upon her shirt, incidentally ruining the otherwise perfect scent it had before. However, he was so awash with shame and disappointment for what he had done, that he couldn't be bothered to care. Instead he laid there, looking at Michelle's top in one hand, and his cum-covered hand the other, while his mind was struggled to understand how he could do something so... despicable.

Man I tell ya... that post-nut clarity is hell...

Placing Michelle's shirt aside, Jacob grabbed his hidden stash of toilet paper. Pulling off a few sheets to clean the cum from his hand, he then followed that by using some soap he also had on hand. Once his room was filled with with the smell of bananas, he tossed aside that rolled up tissue, and stepped out of his bedroom to get some clean, fresh air. Hopefully enough so that he could get out these disgusting thoughts of his sister.

He_reeaaalllly_ should have been paying attention to his surroundings.

The bathroom door in the hall opened up, right as he was heading towards the stairs. Just his luck that the upstairs bathroom sat right next to the staircase down. Made for more than one awkward moment in their family... and this was one of them.

Steam billowed from the door as it slowly opened up, filling the hall around with this thick opaqueness that was impossible to see through. When the sunlight struck it through the windows, it gave the steam an almost _angelic_flair as well. But this was nothing compared to the silhouette of a woman who emerged from within.

Fog dissipated around her, revealing a young feline. Fur jet-black, it was glowing thanks to the recent shower she took. On her body, she wore a pink and white bathrobe, one that hugged close to her form... while also being slightly open. Parted at the top, he could gaze down into her cleavage, and looking down, he could see one of her legs poking out through the seams. The sash of the robe was tightly tied around her waist, which further flaunted how slim her midsection was. The curvature of her body was on full display: from her shoulders to her chest, to her midsection, to her wide hips, to her legs; everything about her was flawless perfection.

Alas, his eyes slid up towards her face, meeting the overbearing, piercing, and even sensual gaze that emanated from the eyes of the feline before him. Following her shower, her long ebony hair now fell along her back, pooling softly upon her bathrobe, but doing nothing to block her face. Not even the asymmetrical bangs she usually had her hair in were enough to obscure her face. In fact, she had it pulled back, leaving by one skinny bang to slid between her face... which she soon tucked behind one of her triangle ears.

Her expression then shifted, morphing from casual and cool indifference, to more annoyed scowling.

"What are you looking at, fuck nugget?" Michelle asked, eyebrow raised.

Jacob... had but one response...

"AH!? Dammit, Chelle!" he cried as he pulled her shirt up towards his face, blocking his view of her, "Fucking warn me before you walk out of the bathroom! I don't wanna see you naked!"

"Well you're the one standing in the middle of the hall like a drooling idiot! What!? Are you thinking about Jasmine's ass still or something!?"

"What!? I wasn't ogling Jasmine's ass earlier!"

"Uh-huh! Yeah right, you fucking perv," his sister retorted, before swiping her pink tank top from his grasp, "And what are you doing with my shirt!?"

"Huh!? Uhhhhhh...!"

His eyes scrambled, thinking of a lie to tell her. Yeah, no shock; he wasn't going to tell his sister he used her shirt as masturbation fuel! So instead, he came up with the quickest, most sanest thing he could muster at the moment.

"I was taking your smelly ass shirt to the washing machine!" he shouted, "You left it on the couch like a psychopath!"

"You don't even know the meaning of the word 'psychopath'!" she replied whilst shaking her shirt in his face. But she bent over as she did so, allowing him to watch as her perky breasts jostle slightly within the cleavage of her bathrobe. Just... damn, "If anything, me leaving my shirt on the couch is more sociopathic behavior, but you wouldn't know the difference, you fuck nugget. It's good to see all that time spent in class has affected your mind positively..."

"Ugh! Whatever, I'm not gonna stand here and take this from you; I'm outta here. And put on some damn clothes!" Jacob snapped as he stomped past his sister, garnering a sharp eye from her.

"What's wrong? Your sister's naked body is scary? That's rich coming from you, Mr. Walking Shirtless Scene!" Michelle sarcastically remarked with her trademark snarky tone.

But Jacob wasn't having it, and merely continued on downstairs while she remained behind in the hall. Leering sharply at the staircase, Michelle didn't move until she couldn't hear her brother anymore. Then she lifted her shirt, noticing it had this strange scent about it. Far, far... hotter than any odor she had taken before. It didn't smell quite like her body odor, it smelled like... like... like...

Sniffff...

"Hmm..."

She wasn't sure what it smelled like, really, but she knew she... kinda_liked_ it. Oh well, her brother was right; she should wash this and the rest of her workout clothes for the matter. Though... think about this did make her realize something...

"Wait... the washing machine is downstairs..." she looked over her shoulder, "What was he...?"

...

"What!? No! Man! Fucking take care of the sniper! He's killing us! You're the sniper, snipe him back! SNIPE HIM! What are you-- ughghgghhh...! Hrrggghh..." Clack! Clack! Clack!"Never... mind..."

Look, the game was a virtual dud anyway. They were far from the point, their sniper was sniping them, and their tanks were coming around the corner to block their approach. Sniping the sniper wouldn't have avoided the inevitable.

Is what more level heads would have said...

"Look, I'm gonna take some time off; I'll be back on in a little while," Jacob said as he removed his headphones, placing them on his desk, "Rrughh... fucking insubordinate motherfuckers..."

"Wow, you actually know what the world 'insubordinate' means? I'm shocked..."

"Huh!?"

When... what... how long had his door been open? And what was she doing standing there?

Following their little... interaction in the hall some hours ago now, Jacob and Michelle kinda parted from one another. His sister dominated the downstairs, owning the TV as she watched whatever the hell it is girls her age watch; probably some boring drama he couldn't bother himself with. He remembered years in the past when he and his sister would battle for TV supremacy, with him usually coming out on top thanks to older brother privileges. Nowadays, not so much, but that's okay; he used his computer for entertainment mostly anyway.

He figured she was still downstairs, still watching her dramas. Instead he was face to face with his sister at his doorway's frame, the feline having put on clothing that was a bit... well... there's no other way to put it aside from skimpy.

Imagine if you will, the surprisingly voluptuous figure of Michelle Lawrence. Her curvaceous and perky breasts, her slim and tight waist, her wide and thicc hips; all of it. Now imagine if she wasn't really trying to hide it. A tight shirt that hugged close to her chest and flaunted some of her cleavage, one that didn't even bother with hiding her midriff, jean booty shorts so small, they could pass by as panties if one looked at them funny, a leather jacket that was open and hung off her shoulders which had silver studs running along its shoulders, one of her many - and I do mean _many -_black chokers, this one with a sun symbol resting in the middle made of silver, and... admittedly rather stylish and cool black leather boots, with silver laces.

Michelle... was going out somewhere, if her clothes didn't already scream this. Even her hair was done in up those pigtails of hers, the typical scrunchies she wore having been replaced with stylish red ribbons, and her asymmetrical bangs even having clips placed into them. Damn... for a moment, Jacob couldn't separate the cute, annoying sister he's known all his life, from the taunting, sensual, femme-fatale who was standing in his doorway...

...

...

...

Again with these thoughts?

"What the hell, Chelle! What are you doing at my door? And why are you wearing that!?" Jacob asked as he covered his eyes.

"Tch... there he goes again with that stupid ass double-standard of his," Michelle replied with an annoyed scoff, "What's wrong? Can't stand the way I dress?"

"Ghrhgh!? Th-that doesn't explain why you're at my door in the first place, Chelle!"

"Well your door was open; I came to make sure you hadn't died at your computer like some sort of neet..."

"A... neet...? Isn't that an animal?" Jacob replied, making her roll her eyes.

"Never mind... look, Jake, I'm heading out with my friends, okay?" Michelle stated, making him cock his head.

"Your friends? Huh... tell me, is your boyfriend gonna be there?" Jacob asked, garnering an annoyed glare.

"And what the hell does it matter to you Mr. 'Hey Chelle, can you hid my condoms so mom and dad don't find out, pretty please'?" she muttered, "If my boyfriend's gonna be there, that's between me, him and my friends, got it?"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Jacob muttered whilst running his hands through his hair, "Fine uh... just um... um... ya'know... call me when you get there."

"Oh wow... actually trying to act like a kind and caring older brother? That's so unlike you..." Michelle snarkily remarked, this time making him glare at him.

But he didn't say anything, recognizing that, yeah, he'd been a bit lax in his brotherly duties as of late. Especially with...

His brown eyes ghosted over her form once again, recognizing the casual yet cool stance Michelle had on display. Her hand on her hip, her perky and round breasts raising with her every breath, the curvature of her hips and buttocks; everything. It reminded him of the things he had done during the day; ogling Michelle as she ran around the cul-de-sac, and smelling her sweaty shirt shortly after. Of course, being reminded of such things made his pants become tight and stuffy.

Fortunately for him, his sister didn't notice, and she pulled away with a scoff. Jacob thought about following, shrugged his shoulders, then stood up and followed her. His head poked through the frame of his door, peering down the hallway towards his sister.

Her butt was swaying with a hypnotic allure, tail raised up high to offer a full, unmitigated view of her perfect posterior. The slim figure, the rounded cheeks, the wide hips, the thicc thighs; all of it in servitude to exacerbate his sister's erotic body. And the icing on the cake - the cherry atop this sexy sundae - would have to be the visible outline of a condom wrapper, just barely peaking out from her back pocket.

It was black, and had the insignia of a wolf on it. Yeah, he recognized that little bit. Why? Because it was one of _his_condoms; Shadow Sheathe! The Perfect Slot for Knotted Cocks! Why... why does he remember the damn slogan on the box? And why did Michelle have one of his condoms in the first place?

Clearly, his mind went to those thoughts, and double-standard or not, a swelling of his big brotherly instincts arose in his chest. But... he didn't do anything, nor did he say anything. He just watched as Michelle made her way downstairs, his cock furiously throbbing within his pants. Nostrils flaring, he took in his own lustful scent, his toes curling in response.

He was thinking less as a brother, and more as some perverted paramour. He knew Shadow Sheathe could fit perfectly on his member; it was his condom! If he just slipped one on.. pinned her down... he'd--

"Grrghgh!?"

Fuck! There it was again! He was desperate, oooooh so desperate to just puke! Like... what the hell was he even thinking!? It's one thing - and one thing creepy mind you - to masturbate whilst smelling his sister's sweaty top. It's something else entirely to actually_fantasize_ about_fucking_ her!

Goodness fucking gracious, what is wrong with him?

Heading downstairs, Jacob saw that his time upstairs was longer than he thought; Michelle was already gone. Once again, he wondered if he should have demanded she stay as her older brother, but considering his conflicting and horny feelings, it was probably best if they stayed away from one another. At least until he was capable of understanding why he was like this.

Falling upon his couch, Jacob groaned audibly into it as his strange thoughts continued haunting him. He never doubted Michelle's beauty, not once, and, no, not in a romantic sense. She was his sister, and despite their tendency to always appear at the necks of one another, they still held nothing but love for each other. He thought Michelle was a beautiful young woman from a purely familiar view.

But now... those thoughts of his sister's beauty was being tainted by her sensuality as a woman, and Jacob didn't know how to stop it.

Mmm... the couch beneath him was warm; Michelle had been sitting here all day. He could even feel the imprint of her butt in the couch, and when he dipped his head into the indentation, he...

_Sniff... sniff... sniff... sniiiiiffff..._mmm...

Yesssssssss... he could smell the lingering scent of her body. Sniff..._mmm... so sweet... _sniff..._mmm... so hot... _sniff sniff sniff... mmmm... so spicy.

Holding close the cushions and pillows on the couch, Jacob took in more of his sister's scent. They filled his nostrils, fueling him with the same heat and rushing lust he got when he smelled her shirt, just on a more restrained level. Fuck, the more he smelled this shirt, the more he longed for something... something... something...

Spicier...

That's when he sprung up, realizing he was doing this again. This strange lust he had for his sister... it just could not be forgiven... nor could it be forgotten. Closing his eyes, he tried to force it out of his head with more disgusting thoughts but... nope, Michelle just kept coming back, again and again and again.

Think about mud? Well, now he has thoughts of Michelle's sensual body covered in blotches of mud. Think about food? Now he sees his sister springing out from a cake completely naked! Think about sweaty fucking jock straps and locker rooms? Guess who he perfectly imagines stepping into view in a skimpy basketball jersey and shorts!

Again, and again, and again, his sister infiltrated his mind, posing sensually with her perfect body on display. His attempts to fight off these taboo thoughts only served to make his cock harder and harder and harder! Before he knew it, the desperate need to masturbate once again took hold over him, making Jacob jerk up.

He could just... reach down, pull open his pants, wrap his hand around his red cock, and start beating away like he was a preteen again.

But...! The reduced smell he got from the couch just wasn't enough; no, Jacob needed more! In fact, needed the same hit he got from Michelle's tank top! So springing up, he stomped away from the living room like a man possessed, leering around the halls of his home in dogged pursuit of his sister's clothing. But when he made way to the laundromat - hoping to find that pink garment still laying on the washing machine, or dryer, or just on some bar - he instead found it in the basket of cleaned clothes. And while said basket held things like his sister's panties, bras and even socks, they all instead smelled like whatever cleaning solution the entire family used.

DAMMIT! How was he supposed to get off to his sister's clothes if they didn't_smell_ like her!?

Okay... hm... thinking about it like this seemed to show how utterly insane all of this was.

But ya'know what? Fuck it. He could deal with these thoughts when the post-nut clarity struck him! For now, he rushed for the next destination where he knew he could find something that still smelled like Michelle.

Her_bedroom..._

Michelle and Jacob's bedrooms were as different as their personalities. If the wolf's bedroom was typical for what would pass as a jock's bedroom - baseball bats, baseballs, funky clothes put up in a pile, along with text books stacked atop one another, and that's not even getting into the mess he calls a drawer! - then the feline's bedroom was more... elegant. She wasn't an athlete - go figure - instead having a love for the performing arts. Things like her musical instruments laid perfectly align like his baseball bats would, her computer had a plethora of CDs stacked atop one another in their cases (like, who does that? Even she buys almost all her music on the app store these days), and she even had her daily planner resting open beside her keyboard. And... yes, she did actually have a pile of discarded, yet to still be cleaned clothes in the corner. Hey, she's still a Lawrence.

And it was that pile of clothes that he was looking for.

Jacob tunnel visioned on that shifting pyramid of garments, his nostrils flaring to take in his sister's overbearing scent. It was strong in this room of course, but nowhere near as strong as all of those clothes. And as his brown eyes shifted through it, he could see so many different articles of clothing.

Shirts, pants, shorts, and then the good stuff; socks, bras, and panties. Hell, there were even clothes he didn't know she had! Like, when the fuck did Michelle get a garter belt!?

The closer he came to this pile of clothes, the harder his cock became. It pushed against his jeans, practically screaming to be unleashed. He obeyed, reaching one hand down to unzip and unbutton his pants, while the other hand reached out to plunge into his sister's pile of discarded clothes. He rummaged about briefly, before finally grabbing upon something that felt... silky. And when he pulled it out...

"Ahahh..."

Panties. Silky, pink panties. They shimmered in the light of his sister's bedroom, and felt so soft in his hands. These were the type of panties Michelle would wear to bed, he knew that. She always wore one of three nightgowns - one pink, one white, one black. Pink for pink, white for white, black for black.

So... that means she wears these panties all throughout the night. All the tossing, all the turning, all the sweat... all the climaxes. If his sister masturbated at night, it would collect everything right in there. The odor would be... would be... would be...

SSNIIIFFFFFF!!!

"Mmmmmghhh!"

Yeah. The odor would be that. Fucking intense!

Jacob pressed Michelle's panties up to his nose, sniffing them hard and groaning just as audibly. His mind awash with thoughts of his sister's body, the wolf fell back upon her bed, his cock flopping as it stood hard and proud. He kept one hand up, holding those panties close to his nostrils. His other hand gripped his cock hard, pumping along it immediately and without caution.

Hrrgghh! It felt so good! Like earlier in the day, Jacob's body was swimming in pleasure. He never thought his hand could feel this good! He never thought panties could smell this good! He was never even into the whole panty sniffing kink, but you wouldn't believe that with how furiously he smelled Michelle's undergarments! He even bit on them, sucking down whatever residing juices his sister left on these panties as his body grew hotter and hotter.

Fuck this was disgusting! Fuck this was dirty! Fuck this was wrong! But fuck did he not care at the moment! As his cock throbbed wildly in his hand, Jacob jutted forward with his hips, pumping his manhood like he was fucking a pussy. The sensitivity he felt made him recoil back into Michelle's bed, which further covered him in her overpowering scent.

Everywhere, there was Michelle!

Michelle, Michelle, Michelle!

Eeeaaarrkk!

"Nnnghhh! Micheeellleeee! Aaaaahhhh!!!"

One final thrust, and he felt his fattened knot slap against his hand. That one struck sent a wave crashing through his body; an orgasm matched only by the intensity of his climax earlier that day. In strong ropes, he shot semen all over his hand, Michelle's bed, hell some of it even splattered upon her floor. Fuck, again he had such a potent climax, sending seed spraying everywhere like bullets from a gun.

Such virile, young, energetic scene... snifff... the smell of which snapped Jacob back to reality. He was in his sister's room, where he just sprayed his seed all over her things. And while he wasn't quite sure the level of strength a cat's nose had in comparison to a wolf's, he knew it ultimately didn't matter. The moment she stepped into this room, she would smell him.

"Oh shit..."

That is... if she hadn't already...

"What... the... fuck!?"

"Gklgh!?"

Jacob's eyes sprung open, staring at the pink and black blankets of his sister's bed. They were soft... smelled nice too... but he knew he was just biding his time until he did the inevitable. As if his eyes were working on gears, he brought his suddenly blurred vision towards the doorway.

Michelle was standing there, hand on the doorway, gripping it as her olive eyes swept one way, then the other, and back again. Naturally, her face was rather... surprised, to put it tepidly. Mouth agape, pupils small, face twitching as she wore a visage of blatant shock and horror, all as her nostrils flared. Again.

And again.

And again...

"Jacob Mathew Lawrence. What the fuck!?" Michelle shouted, her eyes zeroing in on her brother who had her panties up to his face and his softening cock in hand.

"Guhh... hmm... I... I can... explain?" he replied.

Yeah, he could explain this. Unless the next words out of his mouth was that he was trying some new, experimental drugs, there was no explanation for any of this! Even his tone was in a manner so obviously caught, that not even he could believe his own stupid lie.

"Wh-what are you doing here!?" Jacob asked in some failed attempt to switch the conversation.

Michelle didn't answer, and merely brought her hand up to point at the window. Following her gesture, he stared out to see nothing but dark and rainy skies, occasionally illuminated by flashing bolts of lightning. Oh... it was storming. That storm his father spoke of.

"We canceled because the storm was worse than... we thought," Michelle muttered, "I never... left... I was just standing on the porch..."

"Oh... shit..."

And... yeah, that's when the reality of the situation fell upon Jacob, the wolf slowly raising up as his widened eyes stared off into the distance, along with his gaping maw. Was there anything he even could say? Not really; not in this situation. Michelle was no better, struggling to form words until her brother stood up from her bed, where she began shaking her hands and head in an abrasive manner.

"Don't stand up you nasty ass pervert!" the feline shouted, "What the fuck, Jacob!? Were you beating your meat in my fucking bedroom!? Are... are those my fucking panties!?"

"Look, Michelle, I-I don't know what came over me!" he replied, pleading his case with a slightly begging tone in his voice.

"How long have you been doing this!? Do you always sneak my panties!?"

"No, I swear! I didn't start doing this until today!"

"OH!? So this is new!? Is that suppose to make me feel better!?" she replied, watching as her brother approached him, "J-just stand there you fucking creepy-ass pervert! I'm calling my boyfriend; he'll take me out of--" Grab!"Muh!? Oof!?"

Michelle fell back on her butt, grunting softly as her olive eyes stared forward. They met her brother's brown ones, reading the desperation behind them. Desperate for what though? To keep this 'little' interaction a secret? Or... for something else?

She wasn't sure at first... but then his eyes moved, running up and down her body. Jacob - quite shamelessly this time - took in her voluptuous body; from her perky, pert and presumptuous tits, to her tight midsection, down to her wide hips, thick thighs, and back up to her... admittedly so very, very pretty face.

The feline attempted to pull back, but her brother had her wrists in his tight, strong grip. The type of grip that holds a baseball, and knows how to use it. For all the unflattering views she's had of her brother since birth, she could not deny that he was strong. Very_strong. Athletic, tall, powerful; she had heard on more than one occasion her friends talk about how... well... let's just say '_handsome'her brother was. She agreed of course, but in that purely familial role and nothing else.

Until...now for some reason. Maybe it was the grip on her hand that showed that - if he tried - he could easily break her if need be. She was... admittedly... a little submissive in the bedroom... but only a little bit. Still, a strong body wasn't enough to make her fold like a cat in heat. But there was also this odor about her brother that was different from usual. She always thought he smelled like a funky mess, especially after a workout, but now, things were different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was this spice to his body that wasn't there before, a spice she remembered smelling earlier that day on her panties.

This spice... it was his...

"Cum... that's your cum, isn't it...?" Michelle asked.

Jacob didn't answer right away, instead hanging his head low and nodding. What exactly could he say that could defend his shameless, disturbing actions? And really... what does it say about Michelle that she sorta...

Kinda...

_Liked_it?

Jacob's nostrils flared as he took in his sister's scent, recognizing there was something different about it. The sweat was there, yes, but now it was mixing with something he'd never smelled on her before. Even her body was getting hotter beneath his grasp, making him realize that she was aroused. Aroused by what? Had he - had this situation - turned her own?

It showed on Michelle's face; this disgust with herself as she realized what her body was doing. A strong male, his randy scent, his admittedly handsome features; her hormones as a young adult were raging into an inferno. It was becoming harder and harder to differentiate between Jacob her older, stupid brother, and Jacob, the strong, athletic baseball player. Her body certainly didn't care that these people were one and the same... and neither did Jacob himself.

He moved in, letting the arousing situation take hold of him as his eyes closed. Pursing his lips, he began kissing Michelle along her cheek, chin and neck, making her turn her head as a crooning groan left her lips. The heat she felt was only growing stronger, one hand resting beside her head, while the other hand reached down to cling to Jacob's shoulder. She squeezed him, but she never pushed him, nor did she pull. She just... she just...

"Gross... this is soooo fucking groooss," Michelle cried, her voice a slight moan as she curled her finger beside her lips.

Jacob felt it too; this disturbing shiver as he did something taboo. But in that disgust, he felt a heat unlike any other rush through his body. Somehow, this dark, dirty deed fueled him in a way he'd never experienced before. No previous lover had ever made him feel such a way before, causing him to grip Michelle's body even tighter.

His tongue and kisses increased, fervently lapping at his sister's body to spread the heat through her form. She bucked against him, only to stop and relent, powerless to stop a moan from leaving her. Why did her brother feel so good? Why did his kisses and licks make that heat flush through her? And her pussy too? It strained against her tight booty shorts, secreting her juices that further filled the air around them.

"Mhaaaah... groossss... fuuuuck...!" Michelle moaned, her face twitching and eyes closing.

Jacob pulled back, gazing down upon his sister's body with such hungry, lustful eyes. She looked back, clinching her teeth as she wondered what her brother was thinking up next. Would he stop now, or would he keep going? Why was it hard for her to decide which one was better? She wanted him to stop and get off of her!

R... right...?

Well, it didn't matter, because Jacob wasn't stopping now. Reaching his hands down, one grabbed her by the strap of her shirt, while the other gripped the bottom of it. Ears twitching as she wilted slightly, Michelle bit into her bottom lip with steady trepidation. She wanted to scream and tell him to stop, but the words never rose from her throat. She just let him...

Fwump!

"Myaaaahh!?"

Naughty girl... she wasn't even wearing a bra.

Michelle's breasts laid out for his viewing pleasure; two perfectly sized, perfectly round, perfectly pert, perfectly perky tits. Jet black fur covered them around and around, save for the hard, pink nipple that jutted out from the middle. Fucking... damn... he's never seen tits this amazing before.

Reaching out with his big, strong hands, Jacob grabbed a hold of both of Michelle's tits into his grasp. She stiffened up, her sensitive tits being toyed and played with by her brother's powerful hands. They squeezed, they pushed in, pulled apart, then his fingers came together to poke and prod her nipples.

Flick!

"Ahh!"

Flick!

"Maaahnnn!"

Flick!

"Myaaaaahhh!"

Michelle's breasts were so soft, her nipples so hard, and as those pink nubs glowed in the light of her bedroom, Jacob found himself thirsting for her body in a more literal sense. He opened his mouth and leaned in, saying nothing as his long, broad tongue lapped against her tit. Up and down, he licked her breasts, before moving in to capture it into his mouth. Moaning into her body, Jacob began sucking from his sister's tits, lashing at her nipples with his powerful tongue. She jerked and jostled, arching her body to press more of her tits into his mouth. Drooling over them, the maned wolf caused rivers of his saliva to come sliding down his sister's body, streaking along her stomach, and eventually falling upon the floor.

But tasting from her tits just wasn't enough; he desired more!

So the wolf's hands stroked down his sister's sides, coming down to the tight booty shorts she wore. Such skimpy clothes; no doubt to entice and entertain her boyfriend. But here he was, pulling her jean shorts up and up and up her shapely legs, filling the air with her raw, uncut scent, and revealing the skanky pair of black panties she wore.

They were just a few centimeters too wide to be considered a thong... but just a few...

"Gross... gross. Oooooh, that's so gross," Michelle repeated like her own personal mantra, her cunt revealed to her brother as he pulled away her thong.

Like her breasts, her pussy was so pink and bright compared to the black fur around it. Her clit was throbbing, and her juices were flowing uninhibited by shear arousal. Michelle couldn't believe it, gazing down her body toward her brother's face as he gazed upon her cunt. Shit, this was actually fucking happening! Raising her arms up, she covered her face while he further spread and even pushed up her legs, flaunting how surprisingly limber she was as her legs dangled in the air. All the while she--

"Gross! Gross! Grooossss!"

Yeah, she said that, over and over again.

Leaning in close, Jacob took one sniff of his sister's pussy. One, single, sniff; that's all. Not a hard one, but a quick one. And that quick one was all he needed...

"NOMPH!!!"

"MAAHHAAAA! FUUUCK!?"

Jacob's mouth clamped down upon his sister's cunt, suckling down her juices with his wild approximation of what oral should be. It's not like he cared at the moment; he was far too overcome with lust to really think. He just attacked, brushing his broad tongue along her folds to flick against her clit. She twitched and bucked in response, moans occasionally broken by 'gross', while her arms continued covering her eyes. She came close to closing her thicc thighs around his head, but Jacob kept them open with his superior strength.

And with that same superior strength, he pushed his broad, canine tongue into her pussy, beating down her resistances. Michelle's eyes widened as she felt her brother's phallic-like muscle penetrate her, juices oozing into his mouth like rivers of clear syrup. He pushed it in deeper, then pressed against her vaginal walls, working them open as she grew looser and looser and looser.

"Myaaaaahhhhhnnn! Groooosssss! Haaaaahh! Jaaacooobb!!!" she groaned, her ears twitching as she heard her brother audibly slurp and guzzle down her juices.

Such a disgusting and lewd noise; it sent reverberations through the hall as she remained as nothing more than a toy for his sexual advances. Not to say she wasn't enjoying it, as her pussy leaked like a broken faucet, nearly creating a puddle beneath her of her juices and his spit.

And, well, fuck did Michelle taste so fucking good. She was sweeter than sugar, hotter than diablo sauce, and spicier than cajun foods. Such a great mixture; he lapped it down like some feral dog, and her a bowl of life-giving water. But for as amazing as this oral was for the both of them, it just couldn't satiate him forever.

No... he needed to... to...

"Mmmfuaaahh!"

"Maaahhahah! Haaahhh! Haaahah! Jaaakeee~!"

"Mmmm... Chelle..." he muttered back.

Pulling her arms free from her eyes, the feline stared up towards her brother with her mouth panting. She looked to say something, but instead she watched as Jacob reached down for his own shirt, pulling it up and off his head where-

"Aahh... noo..."

Michelle was... trying to avoid something like this. Even with the kissing, the licking, the groping, and the oral, she foolishly thought she could stop this before things went too deep. But then her brother pulled his shirt off, revealing his athletic and toned body. Those muscles, that figure, and most importantly, the look of lust and desire in his brown eyes; Michelle was melting beneath her brother. It scared her as much as it enticed her, and she felt trap between choices.

It was almost too much... but... you know what?

"Fuck it..." Michelle said as she grabbed her brother by the neck and shoulders, pulling him up where she-- "Mmmfff!"

"Mmmmm!"

Their lips met, followed by whipping, lashing tongues as Michelle and Jacob furiously began making out on the floor of her bedroom. She clung to her sibling, desperately guzzling down his spit as he did likewise, the two lost in the rush of sex and heat. Their bodies pressed harder into one another as well, hugging and groping, kneading and teasing, while tongues continued lashing and lashing and--

"Gahh!"

"Maahhahah!"

The two looked at one another, saying nothing as their eyes met for the umpteenth time this evening. They could also read the rushing swell of confusing and conflicting emotions beneath the surface, all as they traveled down this strange, incestuous road together. Michelle even opened her mouth to comment on it, but...

Bump...

"Oof..."

"Oh... mrrhn... sorry..."

The two looked down between them, and Michelle's eyes grew wide. Her brother' cock was... like... holy shit. It was long and it was thick; this red rocket of pulsating penis that that leaked pre cum like a water spout. She'd never thought about her brother's virility until now, for obvious reasons. Now face to face with a male of his caliber, she found herself shivering in apprehension.

That thing was big... larger than her own boyfriend's, she'd argue. And when her brother stood up tall, he and his cock towered over her like some big, looming monolith. Michelle shook in place, her mouth gaping in shear awe of Jacob's dick and height over her.

Driven by silent lust, the wolf grabbed his manhood by the base, bringing it over where he began tapping it against Michelle's face and cheek. She groaned as her brother's hot and musky cock began smearing its pre all over her, cheeks puffing and eyes swelling as some tension-filled tears swelled from within. He could hear her saying 'gross' a lot under her breath, but that didn't stop him from sliding the head of his tapered length over towards her mouth.

Stroke...

"Aahh..."

Bits of precum tracked upon her lips, leading Michelle along to instinctively lick them. When she did, a burst of flavor unlike before filled her mouth. She swallowed her brother's essence down, her face cringing briefly, only to relax as she looked so... pleased.

Just one taste was enough to both incapacitate and turn her own at the same time. The heat rushing through her body began to build, making tingles ruminate upon her breasts and womanhood, while her mouth began salivating. She locked her sights in on her brother's cock, one hand resting on his thigh to keep him in place, while the other hand wrapped gently around his length.

Feeling her touch him back, Jacob let a grunt slip out of his lips. It was followed by a long, drawn out moan, and his brown eyes looked down upon her head. Michelle was focused solely on his cock, rubbing it in a cursory and quizzical manner. The soft, smooth pads of her hand stroked along the veins of his cock, letting him feel every inch of his sister's immaculate palm.

And she was getting faster... and faster... and faster... oooohh! Her grip too! It tightened along his cock, making Jacob nearly double over and fall upon her. But he kept himself standing tall, one hand grabbing Michelle's head while the other rested upon his hip. He was about to speak, but Michelle angled his cock with her mouth.

No words, just a slow, straight...

"Mmmmfff!"

"Haahah!? Holy shit...!"

She was doing it; he was seeing it as it played out in real time! Michelle was sinking her head down on his cock, her cheeks puffing as she clearly had little to no experience handling something so big. Pushing down, deeper and deeper, moaning around his length as her eyes closed and face swelled, while Jacob himself groaned into the air.

"Haaahhh!"

Yeah... like that...

"Hrmmmmmgghh!"

Michelle's moans were more muffled thanks to the mouthful of dick she had. Spit and saliva oozed upon his manhood, coating it as it mixed with his precum. Her head began pulling back and forth soon after, moaning around his cock, while her hands gripped his hips to help brace herself. The more she sucked on his dick, the easier it became, with her clenching jaw relaxing, and even her throat opening up. Her tongue did not remain idle either, slicking and slapping along Jacob's dick in a haphazard manner.

Look, surprise surprise, but Michelle's not a virgin. For the both of them, this was probably the worse fellatio she had performed, and he had received. And yet... that didn't matter. Jacob was moaning like a pup as his sister sucked his dick, and Michelle's herself was growing incredibly wet between her thighs. The two were filling her bedroom with their moans and their heat, fogging the windows from their arousal alone.

Then the feline pulled back, mouth opened as spit and saliva came drooling from her mouth. It splattered out upon the floor, while she coughed to catch her breath. Looking down, Jacob's brown eyes met Michelle's olive ones, though she was quick to avert her gaze, cheeks burning red even beneath her black fur.

Her lips were moving; she was whispering to herself, but he could not hear her. When she looked back up towards him, it was with a face of desperation.

"Jacob, I... l-let's stop now," she said, pleading with her brother, "This... this is too fucking crazy..."

But.... not even Michelle seemed to completely agree with her own words. Looking away again, she even rubbed her thighs against one another to further stimulate her moist cunt. The odor of which flowed once more into Jacob's nose, making his eyes widened. His mind still rushing on the drug that is lust, he reached down to grab his sister's arm, pulling her up to her feet. She didn't fight back, nor did she pull away when their faces were close.

Together, their eyes closed shut, and their lips moved in.

Fwump!

The bed shook as they fell into it; Michelle resting upon it while her brother pinned her down. Their lips and tongues were dancing in a frenetic dance, spinning and twirling as they traded spit as well. Their loud, audible moans flew through the bedroom, while their grasping and groping hands tugged at one another. Michelle traced her hands along her brother's back and shoulders, feeling his broad musculature. He too gripped and kneaded the flesh of her ass and hips, making her croon into his mouth. But this furious make out session was not enough for the both of them, not with Jacob's throbbing cock grinding against Michelle's thigh.

She moaned and pulled back, feeling its heat brush against her. Drawing her gaze down, she met her brother's throbbing cock, watching as it leaked copious amounts of precum upon her thigh. And with it aiming right up with her cunt... holy shit, they were actually about to do this, weren't they? Weren't they!? Wait, wait! Someone needs to have some level head here! Enough to shout out--

"CONDOMS!!! Maah... w-we need condoms... you fucking idiot..."

Michelle looked sideways, making Jacob do the same thing. Glancing towards her drawer, one of its slots were slightly ajar. He opened it up, revealing her neatly folded panties within... and also more than just a few of his Shadow Sheathe condoms. Guess while he was snacking on her yogurt, she was swiping condoms from his room.

Lawrences indeed...

Jacob took one out, fiddling with the package where he eventually tore it open. Holding the condom wrapper in hand, he was about to open it up when Michelle took it from him. Stunned silent, he watched as his sister placed the black wrapper into her mouth, her eyes closing shut as she tore it open. Hands moving out, she once again braced them against Jacob's hips, holding him in place while she moved her head in.

"Mmmmmmmf..."

Michelle pushed in, wrapping the condom around her brother's dick with her mouth, all the way down to the hilt. Fuck, she knew how to do this? Double-fuck; she knew how to deepthroat? Just... what was his sister getting up to behind everyone's backs!?

When Michelle pulled back, Jacob's dick was surrounded in the thin, black film of a condom. It glistened in the light of the bedroom, and spit was dripping off its surface. Resting his hand upon his knot, the wolf gave his cock a jostle, before bringing his gaze back up towards his sister. She was still apprehensive, but when their eyes met, she swallowed her spit and nodded.

Turning around, Michelle rested her chest upon her bed and pointed her ass out. Jacob was caught, watching as his sister presented herself to him; her curved and shapely ass, her thicc thighs, her tight anus, and her pulsating pink pussy. Even her tail was sprung up, exposing her body to her brother as she gripped her bed sheets below.

"You better not be too rough on me... or I really will cut your balls off," Michelle warned... though Jacob wasn't sure if it was possible for him to go easy anymore.

With his cock covered in a gun-metal black film, Jacob placed one hand upon his shaft and the other hand upon his sister's hip. She shivered in place, lips pursing, but only so she could let out a shivering murmur. When her brother's grip further tightened upon her hip, she locked up completely, biting upon her bottom lip as--

"Hoooooly fuuuuuuuckk!" Michelle moaned, her back arching as her pussy spread open around her sibling's cock.

It slid in deep; this long and girthy rod of pulsating meat. Both of them were moaning from the pressure, the tension, and the heat. This wasn't something they could just write off as strange but... still somehow forgivable, like making out, or even oral. No, Jacob's cock was inside of her; they were actually having sex!

She was... fucking her brother. Her brother... was fucking her!

"Fucking shit... nnghh! This is so gross! So naastyyy! Haaahh!" Michelle groaned, feeling her brother's hard cock kiss straight up towards her womb, "Mmghh!?"

"Haah! Haah! Chelle! Nghh! I-I'm gonna start moving now..." Jacob stated, making his sister nod.

"Yeah... 'kay... j-just go..." sliiiiiiidddeee..."Moh! Maaah!" Pat!"Myaaahn!?"

Fuck that was big. Fuck that was almost too big! Its massive girth made it impossible for Michelle to come even close to sealing back up again; her pussy was completely dominated by her brother's cock. But that size wasn't the problem with it now...

It was how good it felt!

Like a perfectly fitted glove, Jacob snugly sat within Michelle to a 'T'. Her brother's cock slid along, poking and prodding every one of her inner buttons, which made her pussy clinch around his cock at random and involuntary times. Even the tension inside of Michelle was overpowering, making the feline fall over upon her breasts as her ass remained up high. Just... what the fuck was going on with her? Her pussy even felt tighter than usual! This disgusting, taboo thrill of incest... was such a boon really that good?

The feeling was mutual from Jacob's end. He's slept with his fair share of women, but none of them have felt quite like this before. His sister's pussy squeezed so greedily upon his cock, refusing to release him as he attempted to pull back. He needed to fight to free himself from her grasp, but the push inward was always just as easy.

Thrust, pull, thrust, pull, thrust, pull, the sound of their bodies echoing out louder and louder and louder.

"Maah! Maaahh! Maaahyhhn! Myaaahhn! Hooooh! Fuck!" Michelle muttered as she grabbed her bed sheets into her grasp, "Shit! This is sooooo ~~! Myaaaahh! Jaaaaakkkeee~~~"

"Chelle I--! Ngghuh!"

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

"MYAAAHH~~!"

Michelle's beautiful ebony booty clapped against his pelvis, bouncing and quivering in a hypnotic display. Straightening up, Jacob moaned out audibly into the air, his stride reaching a quick and strong rhythm. The pounding went on and on and on, his grasp on his sister's hips increasing as well. And the bed, the bed, it quivered around them, drawing Jacob to rut his sister even deeper.

Her eyes bulged as she felt her brother lean in, pinning her to the mattress hard. His cock was now pistoning in and out of her cunt with this vicious speed and power to it, punching up to her womb over and over again. But that's not all, for she felt that part of him starting to wobble against her entrance, beating down her pussy's defenses with his every thrust.

"What!? WHAT!? N-no! Jaaaakkkeee~! No! You can't fucking knot your sis-TERRRRR!?"

Too late!

Jacob's drive was single in its dedication; he was going to knot his sister! Slamming harder, driving that cock in deeper, his bulbous knot grew fatter and fatter! Michelle was forced to sit there, taking her brother's dick, pound for pound. His every thrust blotted out whatever thoughts were coming to mind, making her eyes roll back and her mouth split open. Her eyes were twitching, drool was oozing from her mouth, and her pussy was, was, was--

"Myaaahh! Myaaaaaahhhnnn! Mhaaaaaaahh~~~!!!"

"Almost there! Nnnghhaaa! Almost there!"

"Myaaaahh! Y-you fuuuck nuuggeeett! H-hurry up! Mhaaaahhnn~~!"

"Almost! Haahh! Almost there! Almost! There! Nngghhaahh!!! ALMOST!!! THERE!!! ALMOST--" THWAP! "Hooh... there..."

"MRRRGGHHHHHH!!!"

It slipped inside of her. It finally slipped inside of her. Jacob's knot slipped inside of her! Her fucking brother fucking knotted her!

The tight feeling of his knot inflating made Michelle croon from the pressure, as she'd never been knotted before. It was such a tight fit, and the condom he wore did nothing to alleviate the tension. She was bound to her brother, who himself could no longer move as he laid against her.

Sitting... sitting... sitting... until finally--

"HAAAHHH!"

"MYAAAAHHHNNNN!!!"

Even through the film of his condom, Michelle felt her brother's orgasm. It filled his rubber completely, meaning it filled her completely; tanking into her this level of spunk that Michelle's never felt before. She thought her boyfriend gave thick loads, but her brother put him to shame! If these condoms weren't so compact... then he would probably have... have...

"MRRRGGHHHH!?"

Why did that turn her own so much? This taboo thrill of being filled with seed? Eyes rolling back, Michelle let loose another moan that filled her bedroom, while her cunt spasmed around her brother's cock. Pointlessly, she tried holding herself back, tried to draw out her own climax for as long as she could. Well...

No more. No more!

"MYAAAAHHHNNN!!!"

Squirrrtt!!!

Shit! Did it have to be so fucking loud!?

It trickled down Michelle's thighs, splattering and staining her bed beneath. She couldn't remember a time she had a climax this strong. Shuddering beneath her brother, the feline laid there with her eyes closed, gasping for air as her body was rocked by the waves of her climax.

Again...

And again...

And again...

"Haaaah... haaaah... haaah..."

"Myaaahh... mhaaahh... mmhrraaaahh..."

The rush of sex fell off of them, forcing them to come to terms with what they had just done. Not made any better by Jacob's knot, which kept the siblings tied together and incapable of moving. So the two laid there against one another, Michelle's eyes closing shut as she slowly came to realize just how fucked up this all was.

But...

Slick... slick... slick...

"Hrrgh... wh... what the fuck are you doing, you idiot?" the feline muttered as her brother's tongue licked gently along her head.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to howl, but Jacob was calmly licking her. Every brush of his tongue helped soothe his sister, relaxing her beneath his body. When she did open her mouth again, she was quickly silenced when Jacob laid to the side, freeing her from his heavy body as the two laid chest to back upon her bed.

Her brother's big, strong body was perfect to recline against, relaxing her further against his licks. After a few moments, said licks became ticklish, with Michelle giggling as her brother hugged her close like some sort of body pillow.

"Okay, okay! Myeh! I get it, you fucking jackass," the feline said with a chuckle, bringing a grin to Jacob's lips.

"That was... heh... the craziest thing I've ever done," he remarked as he ground himself softly against his sister.

"Heeeyyyy~ Stop that! Myaaaaahh! I-I'm still sensitive down there, you fuck nugget!" Michelle snapped.

"Yeah... heh... s-sorry about that, Chelle... umm..."

Following, things grew... silent. The both of them gazed over towards her windows, seeing flashes of lightning outside. The storm had not gone down since they started, and from the looks of things, it would only continue to rage outside for a while longer. Hmm... well then...

"Umm... Chelle...?"

"Yeah, Jake?"

"We... we still have a few more condoms..."

She shifted slightly.

"Yeah... yeah we do..."

...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

"Mmnnnghh! Cumming! Cummingggg!!!"

"Myaaaah! S-stop announcing it like that! This isn't a fucking por-NOOOOO!?"

Outside, the beautiful morning sun gleamed through Michelle's windows, illuminating the rain-kissed land of their neighborhood... and also bringing light to the sordid tryst going on within the feline's bedroom.

The room was a foggy mess of sweat and cum - both male and female - mixing together in this chocking concoction that would make make even pornstars cringe. But for the two resting in the middle of Michelle's bed - the ones who produced it - the copious and thick scent did nothing as they continued their taboo tryst.

Jacob thrusted in, sliding his cock into Michelle; knot and all. For what felt like the hundredth or so time today, the feline was locked in place by her brother, her back arching as a high-pitch moan left her lips. Then they sat there for a couple of moments, panting and gasping until--

"Nhaaaaaahhh!"

"Myaaaaaahhh!"

Seriously, did they have breeding stud in their family somewhere? Why the fuck was Jacob's orgasms so fucking plentiful? The rubber inside of her was filled to the brim with steaming hot seed, dancing about with enough strength that she feared it would actually burst. And once again, that incredible tension tightened in Michelle's cunt, making her groan as she unleashed her own essence, climaxing upon her brother's cock and pelvis.

This was just one of many, _many_orgasms the two siblings shared since this taboo tryst started. All around them on this bed and even on the floor, laid Jacob's spent condom wrappers. Most had dried, some were still fresh, but none of that mattered for all of them were messily strewn all over the place.

And right now, they added yet another to the pile. It would just take them sometime for his knot to deflate which, by now, they realized could be anywhere between 30 minutes to an hour. Maybe a little shorter, maybe a little longer. Hopefully, not too long.

"Haaaahh... haaah... haahh..."

"Maaahh... mhaaahhn... mhaaahh..."

So the two laid there, panting for breath upon Michelle's bed as the post-coitus bliss once again struck them. Neither side knew what to do aside from breathing, catching their breath after a night filled with nothing but sex, and fucking... and love making? Maybe a little bit of that. It didn't stop though, it just kept going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going, until--

"Is... are there anymore... over there?" Michelle asked, making Jacob palm upon her nightstand in search of...

"No... no more condoms... that was the last one," the wolf muttered as he rested his head upon his sister's shoulder, giving a low groan, "Mmmmm... I think I have a few more in my room... or... or just one... haaa..."

"It's... it's whatever... it's... whatever," Michelle muttered, leaning her head back into her brother's body as she closed her eyes, "Ohh... shit... like... holy shit... holy fucking shit. Jake? Th... that was crazy... I... I can't believe we did something like this."

"Haaahh... yeah... like... ooohh..." Jacob closed his eyes, groaning, "But we didn't stop after the second time... or the third.. or the fourth..."

"Or the fifth, sixth, seventh... shit... how many times have we done it?"

"Well... there was at least ten of them... maybe... like... twelve times?"

"Twelve times? Fuck... my boyfriend can't go one after--" her eyes widened, "SHIT! My boyfriend! Oaahh!? Ch-Chester can never know! No one could never know! We'd ruin our lives if people found out we fucked even once, let alone _twelve_times!!!" she palmed her head and closed her eyes, "I... dammit, I'm no fucking cheater..."

"Hhuhh... y-yeah... not a cheater... like... me neither..."

"Oh fuck off, Jake! Fuck! I can't believe we did this. This is so fucking crazy... so fucking gross... hrgghh..."

She grew silent and he grew silent, their eyes closing shut. This was strange, unexplored territory for the both of them, obviously. Locked together, resting on her bed after a night of raunchy, explosive sex; how do two siblings go back to normal after this? How can they get in petty arguments in the hall, or laugh at each other's jokes, or piss off one another, or just eat at the same table, without thinking about what they did today?

This... this? This would stay with them forever.

But even with that in mind - even while shivering with a bit of fear and trepidation towards their future - Jacob couldn't help but to chuckle. Said chuckles shifted into a laughter, annoying his sister who wheeled her hand back to smack him. But even that smack wasn't enough to make the cheeky grin on his face subside.

"How can you be laughing so much?" Michelle asked, to which her brother shook his head.

"Don't worry, Chelle. Everything's going to be okay," he said in a reassuring manner.

And hearing that? Hearing her brother be an actual _brother?_Michelle smiled.

For only a few moments.

The door to their home opened up downstairs.

"Kids! We're home!" they heard their father call from downstairs, making both of their faces pale and eyes grow wide.

"Oh shit..." Michelle muttered.