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The Tryst on the Train

By Green

The sun was high in the sky over Los Angeles, and there wasn't a single cloud about to keep it company. It was, in other words, a typically sweltering day in the city, and Max Peterson couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief as he descended the stairs into the subway station. Just the fact that the place was out of the sun made it so much better than the street outside, and even the promise of air conditioning felt merciful to the northwestern wolf, who'd been suffering in the heat thanks to his thick pelt... and the thick muscles underneath it. The tall, chiselled male turned to his companion, and he couldn't help but smile softly. By contrast, the she-wolf was at least a full head shorter than him, and she was slender and willowy for their species. Max shivered slightly as he let his eyes trail down the female's proud, imperious frame, lingering on her skirt as his thoughts turned to her rump... Reaching out, he put one arm around her, cheekily brushing her ass through her skirt as he reached around to her hip, gently pulling her against his side.

"H-hey, this is a public place, don't get any funny ideas," she said, a slight indignance in her tone, but she didn't actually sound bothered by it.

"Mmm, sorry, Joyce, not sure I can do that," Max murmured, his voice low but playful, "This wolf's always having funny ideas..."

To underline this point, he churred to the younger lupine and gave her hip a squeeze. Joyce blushed fetchingly and glowered at him, clearly nervous and trying not to show it.

"Max!" she hissed, giving his leg a light smack before peering around; no one was paying attention to them at all, even the buskers were more focused on their music than on the individual passers-by.

"Relax, baby," he whispered to her, "nobody sees us, nobody cares."

"We haven't even gotten on the train yet!" she complained, "We're going way downtown because we don't know anyone over there, remember? The whole fuckin' point was to have our date somewhere that no one knows we're -" Here she quickly looked around, making sure there was no one in earshot before finishing. "- that we're brother and sister." The elder wolf was clearly 100% unbothered by this reminder, and he continued to smirk, his tail wagging slightly as he moved in closer, angling for Joyce's lips.

"Well, turns out, we don't know anybody at the subway station, either," he replied, making his move and going for that kiss.

Joyce dodged to the side, the slightly irritated look on her face intact, but Max could have sworn he heard a giggle as she did so. Despite the emotional honesty that she'd started showing him since they'd hooked back up, Joyce continued to default to this grumpy behaviour to mask her true feelings, to Max's consternation. He supposed it had become habit for her during the long break in their relationship, but in his mind, it was kind of getting in the way of 'making up for lost time'.

"You're insatiable!" Joyce was saying, snapping him back to the moment, "And this is after you barged into my shower this morning!" She glared at her brother indignantly, and he distantly wondered if it was weird that he was starting to find that expression attractive. Reaching forward, he brushed a lock of her long, black hair off of her face with one finger, delicately laying it to the side as she gave him a Look, to no effect.

"Don't say that like that put you off, you had a great time!" he said, shaking his head at her, "Way I remember things going, you were holding on tight enough to make me think you didn't want me to leave..." Joyce blushed and averted her gaze, almost visibly scrambling for some kind of retort, since she sure couldn't deny it. Before she could speak, Max leaned forward thoughtfully, and added "...And that was just your -"

"Okay, now you have to stop," she interrupted, reaching up to touch his upper arm, firmly catching his attention by actually letting some of her her embarrassment and vulnerability show in her voice, not something Joyce Peterson did intentionally very often.

"Max, we talked about this," the she-wolf sighed, "I'm not the Fun Police, I'm not saying I don't like f-fooling around with you..." Her eyes darted about as she stuttered, as if hurriedly checking for people in earshot. "But we've got to be careful, and it makes me worry about this relationship when you don't even bother to hide the way you look at me, much less the way you touch me!" The large male blinked, thrown off-balance. That one, he couldn't exactly refute. He hadn't even been trying to hide the affection he felt when he looked at Joyce, and it admittedly would have sent up some major red flags if anyone they knew had seen him with his hand on his little sister's hip, trying to kiss her.

"...You're right, I'm sorry," he finally said, with extreme reluctance. He could have dug in, kept teasing, maybe even gotten somewhere... but the long-term relationship was far more important to him than short-term flirting, even if surrender felt unnatural to a wolf. He told himself it wasn't surrender, it was a ceasefire. Joyce said nothing for a moment, just put on a small, encouraging smile and rubbed his upper arm. Then, with another, much slower, more relaxed look around, something distinct happened. Joyce dropped the irritated mask completely.

"...I'm glad to hear that, big brother," she whispered, "But between touching my butt, trying to kiss me, and slipping into my shower without an invitation, I'm starting to think there's been a miscommunication somewhere along the way." Her lips were curling up on one side of her muzzle in a rather effective combination of smirking at him and showing her fangs, and the exact low tone of her voice had Max's ears rising up, fully alert.

"Oh yeah?" he replied, pleasantly, "And what might that be?" Stepping in closer, Joyce looked him dead in the eye before she breathed out her response, audible only to the two of them.

"Why, you don't seem to have realized that I wear the pants in this relationship, of course."

This line probably would have lead to a lighthearted chuckle in most couples, but then most couples were not wolves, who were downright notorious for their competitive streaks. Resisting the urge to low-growl in a public space, Max scoffed quietly and crossed his arms.

"You go with that metaphor on a day you're not even wearing pants?" he muttered, pretending he didn't find her skirt extremely fetching.

"Scoff all you want," Joyce replied, standing up straight, "But I'm the one who decides when the fun happens in this relationship. You really think you could have charmed your way into staying in my shower if I didn't want you there? You didn't consider us 'back together' until I gave the word, either, and even this date was my idea!" She leaned over and poked him in the chest. "Forget the Fun Police, I'm the Fun Dictator. You have fun my way, or you do not have fun at all." Max blinked at that last bit. She usually wasn't this forward...

"I mean, you say that," he finally said, "but even if you made me sleep on the couch, I'm pretty damned good at 'having fun' all by myself." She made a face, and he winked at her to confirm her interpretation.

"Sure, laugh it up, big guy," she grumbled, still standing her ground, "We'll see who's laughing when I buy one of those locks that traps you in your sheath." Max swallowed, very much not into the idea of wearing a chastity device for his lover, but pretty sure she was making an empty threat. Pretty sure.

Gingerly sidestepping the thought of Joyce putting his penis in a time-out, Max put his hands on his hips.

"Look, sis, I really enjoy your confidence, but I'm pretty sure we both know that I'm the dominant wolf here," he said, "And I'm pretty sure I can prove it." Now it was Joyce's turn to cross her arms, though she stopped short of scoffing.

"Oh yeah?" she replied, dubiously, "And how were you planning on doing that?" Max caught her off-guard by stepping in very close, keeping her from moving back with a hand on her slender arm. He bent in and whispered directly into her ear, his tone low and sensual.

"Four words, little sister: Get wet for me."

The blushing female's eyes widened slightly, and then her expression upgraded to a glower, raising her hand as if to say now see here, but freezing in place as Max's nostrils flared silently and he smiled knowingly at her. Unable to keep her ears upright, Joyce whimpered in defeat and averted her gaze. Neither of them needed to say a word; they were both perfectly aware that with his Inherited sense of smell, just as potent as that of their feral ancestors, Max's nose had more than enough acuity to detect the trickle of arousal from his sister's pussy. Max chuckled softly at this turn of events, beaming happily into the glare Joyce then sent his way.

"Don't worry, Fun Dictator," he teased, "Your secret is safe with me." He gave her a suspiciously patronizing pat on the head and began walking towards the ticket stations again. Flustered and embarrassed, Joyce lingered behind for only a moment before shaking it off and hurrying after her brother-slash-boyfriend.

"W-wait up, you big jerk!" she grumbled, smirking despite herself.

They got their tickets painlessly enough from the automated teller, and Max kept his hands to himself, not wanting to push Joyce too far. He wasn't sure there was much he could do about the way he looked at her, though. Ever since he'd let his own guard down during that heat wave, ever since he'd held Joyce in his arms, kissed her, and let her into his heart, Max had been unable to completely hide the true depths of his affection for his sister. After spending a few seconds idly taking in the platform around them, the tall male realized his lover was still pouting, her tail hanging straight down between her legs and holding as still as the grave.

"Aww, c'mon, sis, don't be like that," he whispered, putting an arm around her shoulder, "I'm just funning you, you know that, right?" Joyce only growled sub-vocally in response. Lowering his ears respectfully, he regarded her with a more earnest expression on his face.

"Hey, I'm not trying to cut into your fun... dictatorship or anything, this is what works for us!" he said, "We, you know, we take turns wearing the hat!"

"Oh, we do, do we?" Joyce asked, dubiously, as the train appeared around the corner of the tunnel. What Max wanted to say was a reminder of how obviously Joyce loved it when he pinned her slender wrists against the bed as they made love, but he bit his tongue, feeling that poking at her submissive streak wasn't the best way to get his sister back on his side.

Max fell silent as the subway rolled to a stop, as the screeching of brakes filled the tunnel unpleasantly and made hearing one's own thoughts, let alone the words of a companion, rather difficult. Once it trundled to a halt, there was a pause, a moment when everyone in the area looked to the train expectantly, and then the doors slid open with a pleasant chime.

"Joyce..." Max started, but the she-wolf in question stepped forward without even looking his way, and boarded the subway. Max frowned.

"Come to the wax museum, she said, it'll be fun, she said..." he muttered to himself, before he followed her onto the train.

Joyce had sat as close to one end of the car as she could; the seats here were bench-style, broken up into sets of six or seven seats each. There were enough people that there was a different group sitting in each bench section, but there were a whole lot of empty seats, and Joyce was by herself, gazing out the window thoughtfully, as if there were anything other than the opposite wall of the tunnel visible through that window right now. Max went and sat down next to her, idly noting that the only person on the bench opposite them, a skinny female calico cat, was engrossed in a tablet computer, which she was listening to with earbuds. To Max's surprise, Joyce leaned against him, slipping her arms around his waist. Maybe that was a good sign. After all, he wouldn't put it past Joyce to be exaggerating her irritation as part of her mask... After a generous window of opportunity, the doors closed with the same chime, and the subway train began to move.

Max and Joyce sat there in silence for a minute or two, and then Max turned to Joyce, wanting to try again.

"You know I'm on your team, right?" he whispered to her, "I'm not saying that I don't enjoy our back and forth, and when we take shots at each other... but I also know that I've got enough of what you want that you're not as in control of our situation as you like to put on. Can't we just be honest about that?" It was then, as she looked up at him, and he saw the triumphant smirk on her muzzle, that Max realized that she'd been tilting her face away from him on purpose as she leaned over to hug him. She smiled at him beatifically.

"Speaking of what people want..." Joyce whispered, and then Max gasped out loud as he felt one of her hands move a short distance, grabbing hold of his sheath, the canine pouch that contained his penis, through his pants.

"I'll be taking my hat back now, if you please..."

The moment those soft, slender fingers curled over his crotch, Max knew that he'd fucked up. He wasn't sure which part it was, but somehow, he had pushed Joyce too far, too fast, and judging from past experience, that only meant one thing: she was going to make him hers.

"Hey, w-wait a second, Joyce, I - ah!" He clamped his muzzle shut as his sister unexpectedly squeezed his sheath. Max forced himself not to frantically look all around the car, not wanting the sudden movement to draw attention.

"Hmmm, you're awfully nervous, big brother," she whispered, pausing to lick his neck, "I think you need some stress relief." Her hand released his sheath and began to grope and massage his entire package through his pants.

Swallowing a whimper of nervousness, Max reached out for her wrist, intending to nip this in the bud.

"People could look, sweetie, you need to - hnngh!" Every muscle in Max's body tensed up at once as Joyce's grip suddenly tightened, and those fingers were squeezing his balls. She'd immediately pushed him close enough to the edge of 'actually hurting' that he could see it from where he was, a perfect warning.

"Oh, but I insist," she giggled as she released him, and as Max bit his lip, wondering what to do, Joyce leapt on his moment of hesitation and unzipped his fly to loosen his pants, before reaching up to slide her hand into his pants more subtly, from above the waistband.

"Here, let me take care of you..." Max swallowed a soft moan as his sister's soft hand skipped teasing him through his boxers and slipped directly into his underwear.

With the fly unzipped, the pants were relaxed enough for her to comfortably seek out, and close her hand directly over, Max's sheath, immediately running her fingers through the thin, fuzzy layer of pubic fur that covered it.

'Don't you dare!' Max thought to himself, but as those fingers gripped his pouch, he felt his penis twitch within it, instantly stirring to life at Joyce's touch. 'You traitor...'

"Oh - oh my God, Joyce, are you crazy?" he whispered, forcing his voice to stay quiet as his anxiety began to climb.

"Shhhh..." the shapely female whispered, the very picture of calm, "Deep voices carry further, remember? You'd better be a good boy and not say anything, or someone could see us..." Max wondered where this 'us' was coming from, but reluctantly stayed quiet, looking around the train car and wondering who would be the lucky player to notice he was getting groped, and win the prize of getting to ruin the Petersons' lives. But it was kind of hard to stay on those thoughts of doom and gloom as Joyce began running her fingers up and down the sides of his sheath. The naughty tingle he felt may have been unwelcome, but it was no less potent for it. Max consciously focused on resisting, on fighting his reflexes, fighting the stimulation, but his best efforts added up to nothing as he felt his cock slowly begin to emerge from his sheath. Once she realized this, Joyce focused her attention on it, massaging the tapered head of his canine-style Inherited penis with her soft fingertips. With her free hand, still acting casual, Joyce reached back next to herself and picked up her purse, bringing it over to Max's lap and setting it down.

"Here, hold this," she said, softly, and Max self-consciously took the purse in both hands, as embarrassed by its pastel pink colour as he was grateful for something to hide the activity occurring in his pants, which he seemed unexpectedly powerless to do anything about.

The anxious male would have thought that his fear of getting caught would be quite sufficient to douse any possible arousal that Joyce could kindle in him, but even as Max struggled to maintain a calm exterior, his little sister's talented fingers were seeking out his sensitive spots, rubbing and teasing and massaging, and to his bewilderment, the fear seemed to be losing. He shuddered in his seat as his penis continued sliding out of his sheath, literally playing right into her hand(s).

"That's it, just relaaaaaaaaax, let your sweet Joyce take care of you," she cooed, before clicking her tongue and shaking her head disapprovingly. "Oh, you poor thing, you must really need it, look how fast you're getting hard, and that's after you've already come today!" Swallowing, Max quickly looked around, but no one had magically teleported close enough to hear his sister's playful whispers since the last time he'd looked around, about 3.6 seconds earlier. There was that calico across the aisle from them, but she was still totally absorbed in her ebook, or her movie, or whatever she had going on on that tablet. Max's cock throbbed in his sister's hand, and he inhaled sharply, looking over at Joyce as she giggled delightedly. She was smiling calmly, beatifically, but the sparkle in her eyes made her look like she was playing with a brand new toy.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Max turned to his lover and took great pains to keep his voice as subdued as possible.

"Okay, okay, you win," he said, successfully keeping the anxious whimper suppressed, "You've got me b-by the nads in public, you wear the pants, is that what you wanted to hear?"

"All I wanted was to demonstrate my point, and to help you relax before our date," Joyce teased, "After all, you look so tense... I should get back to work here." She began rubbing his dick a little faster. Frowning, Max reached up to grab her arm.

"That's enough, I -" Joyce leaned back, her eyes suddenly widening as she regarded him.

"Oop! Careful there, big brother... if someone catches us with your hand on my arm, it'll look like you shoved your poor, innocent sister's hand down your pants..." Max froze, suddenly overcome with uncertainty. Was she really suggesting she'd throw him under the bus if they got caught?

"You wouldn't dare," he breathed, issuing a challenge. Joyce giggled musically in response, leaning in closer and looking him dead in the eyes.

"She who dares, wins."

As she spoke those words, Joyce stopped just rubbing her lover's cock, and instead curled her fingers around it, giving it a squeeze. When she began to slowly stroke him, running her hand up and down the still-hardening shaft, Max felt himself throb reflexively against her soft fingers and warm palm, and in that moment, he knew he had underestimated his sister.

"Oh - oh God, Joyce..." he whispered, surprised to realize exactly how turned on he was. Christ, she was just using her hand! Why did it feel so damned good? As his hardening prick finally reached its full pride (despite Max's best efforts to will it back down), Joyce churred quietly to him.

"Yes, good, isn't that so much better? Doesn't that feel sublime? Mmm, you've gotten so nice and hard for little old me, just like I wanted... You're such a good boy, Maxy." Max flinched, one eyelid twitching as she pointedly used those words for the second time since she'd started molesting him. It should come as a surprise to no one that wolves are a very proud people, considering themselves 'above' other canids for reasons which made perfect sense to the wolves themselves, if no one else. So if there was one surefire way to get under a wolf's skin, it was to treat that wolf like they were a dog, and to Max, being called a 'good boy' in that particular inflection was right up at the very top of the list. Naturally, knowing him as well as she did, Joyce was perfectly aware of this fact, which may have explained the way her grin widened as she said it.

This time Max did growl, albeit as quietly as he could.

"You smug bitch..." he grumbled, stung both by her teasing words and the fact that she seemed to hold every card in this particular deck. Understandably, she responded by demonstrating that latter fact, and moving her hand down to his balls again. Max tensed up as the pressure increased, but instead of crushing his poor, innocent testes, she was just holding them firmly. With a giggle, Joyce began sensually rubbing and massaging Max's boys through the soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum, while her grip made it extremely clear that she could put the hurt on him at a moment's notice. That, and the confident expression and body language, made Joyce seem much more dominant than usual. Truth be told, the frustrated male found it rather attractive (not that he'd be admitting that), though he wasn't at all fond of his sister's choice of time or place... and he really, really hoped this wouldn't awaken in him the desire for something public to happen again.

"Such language, and in front of a lady!" tsk-tsked Joyce, as if she hadn't been known to swear like a fisherman in the past, "I'll give you a pass this once because we're having a good time, and because you've got the female canine loophole working for you... But you're going to have to be better behaved, or mama's gonna have to squeeze you 'til you scream!"

"Don't call yourself 'mama'," Max sighed, defiantly ignoring the hand on his testicles, "It's fuckin' weird when you're my s-" Catching himself about to say something a little louder than he should, he fell silent and looked around, giving Joyce the perfect opportunity to nip at his ear playfully.

"You're right, 'mama' is a little too weird..." she agreed, as her hand slid back up to resume fondling her brother's cock, "Maybe I'll make you call me 'Mistress' from now on, what do you think?" Max said nothing, his left eyelid twitching more than before. The slender female giggled and shook her head.

"Hmmm, maybe you're right, it's not really me," Joyce tittered, "We'll workshop it!"

Max shuddered, again, and swallowed a groan that was at least half pleasure as his cock throbbed in Joyce's hand again. He'd really thought she was going to stop once she gave him a boner. If he got much more turned on, his knot was going to make an appearance, and she was going to have a field day with it...

"God, Joyce... what do you want?" he whispered, longing to reach the point, "What game are we playing?" A look of obviously feigned surprise spread across Joyce's strong lupine features.

"Oh! I'm sorry, was that not self-evident?" she asked, her voice perfectly apologetic, but her inflection deeply sarcastic, "Well, if the game needs a name, I'll call it 'Big Brother's Red Rocket', because the only thing I want is to give you a handjob, Maxy. Right here. Right now." He couldn't say he was entirely surprised, but Max still felt a strange shiver run down his spine as she whispered the words so plainly.

"Wha- With all these people around?!" he whispered back, forcing his voice to remain quiet and even, "With my pants still on?!" Joyce gave him one of her prettiest smiles, the kind that made his heart flutter just a little, even now.

"Well, I was planning to make you cream in your jeans," she admitted, "but if you'd prefer, I'd be happy to finish you off out in the open." She paused for a heartbeat. "These other people might have a problem with that, though, but never let it be said I didn't give you options." The open acknowledgement that she wasn't just teasing him, that she planned to make him come... suffice to say, there was a reason he loved this woman.

Pushing aside the embarrassing mental image of himself ejaculating onto the floor of the train car while everyone stared in horror, Max couldn't quite contain a slight whine of desperation.

"Th-this is crazy! We never even talked about public stuff!" he protested. At that moment, Joyce's hand slowed to a crawl, then stopped its stroking entirely, though she didn't let go. She met his gaze once again, and this time, there wasn't so much as a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"That's true, Maxy, but if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so, and I'll show mercy on you." Her lover instantly knew she was telling him the earnest truth with her words... but the smirk at the corner of her mouth gave her away. Max bore his teeth again, but did not growl. What Joyce had just done, essentially, was call his bluff. She'd plainly laid out a way that Max could throw in the towel and make this subtle debauchery end... but the wolf in Max could only see telling her to stop as letting her win, admitting that she'd found the winning move, and that he couldn't counter her. His pride would never let him surrender, at least partially because Joyce would never let him forget.

When Max said nothing, gritting his teeth in embarrassment at having been put in this position so effortlessly, Joyce softly laughed in triumph, reaching out and petting her brother on the back of the head.

"There, there, big guy," she teased, as her other hand began to stroke his dick again, "There's no shame in accepting reality... even if that reality is that you're your little sister's submissive plaything."

"D-don't call me that!" he grumbled, cursing himself for stuttering from the pleasure. Smiling like a lottery winner, Joyce cuddled against Max's side, resting her head on his shoulder as she made herself comfortable. Feeling another yet shudder run through his body, Max swore under his breath. She was playing him like a fiddle, seeking out his sensitive spots and teasing them without mercy, keeping the stimulation constant but not overpowering. Taking deep breaths, Max tried to focus. If he couldn't make her stop without risking his family jewels, and he couldn't ask her to stop without feeling like he was bringing shame upon the family name, his only option was to outlast her, to fight off the orgasm she was trying to bring him until they reached their stop and she had no choice but to give up. His prick throbbed in her hand again, and he was pretty sure he was starting to leak pre-come, which rather underlined that this would not be easy. For one thing, she'd now gotten him so horny that he was pretty sure even if he won, he would have blue balls, and a small, though not insignificant part of him wanted desperately to reach that release, and quietly hoped Joyce won.

"That's it, settle down, get comfy," Joyce murmured, focusing her fingertips on the tapered head of Max's dick, "Be a good boy for me, and you might get a treat afterwards!" She nuzzled against him, completely comfortable and at peace with the world, while he sat there, clutching her purse and trembling, focusing most of his energy on not panting like a feral.

"Mmmm... you smell good when you're angry and horny..." she mused, "I should wear the hat more often." Oh, how Max wished she were wearing some kind, any kind of hat that he could literally pluck off her head. It might not stop her from wanting to put him in his place, (or jacking him off in his pants, for that matter) but it would probably feel good. Though, not, admittedly, as good as Joyce running her thumb back and forth along the slightly concave portion of Max's crown. Contrary to popular belief, the urethra wasn't at the very end of his tip, the way it was on humans, it was in the middle of that concave section immediately behind it, which rendered it extremely sensitive.

"A-aah, fuck..." he breathed, tensing up as she took advantage of one of the weaknesses he'd been foolish enough to admit to her. Jesus, she was good... As the calm, professional announcement voice declared the approaching next stop again, Max bit his lip. They were still too far for his liking...

Max tried not to squirm in his seat too obviously, but by now he was trembling nearly constantly from the strain of sitting still, of suppressing his moans and gasps, of not openly panting as his temperature rose along with his arousal. Joyce continued expertly working his straining tool, seeking out the sensitive spots as if she had a sixth sense for when they most ached to be touched. He would have expected her to show him mercy when they reached a stop and people were transferring to and from the train, but while her hand stopped moving, her fingertips would focus on his tip, keeping him twitching and horny. Until the train would pull away, of course, at which point she'd go right back to stroking him. For the most part, she'd fallen quiet, though every now and then, he would inhale sharply, or struggle to contain a moan, and Joyce would churr approvingly, or giggle to herself. Max simply couldn't remember ever seeing his lover looking so smug before.

Before long, Max felt a shift down below, and he closed his eyes, grimacing, but not from pain.

"Oh, fuck..." he half-whispered-half-sighed, knowing exactly where this was going to go. Chuckling next to him, Joyce reached up with her free hand and booped him on the nose.

"What's this?" she asked, in a slightly sing-song tone, "Does my big pup have a gift for me?" Max could feel his knot beginning to swell, and even as he cursed his inability to resist, he felt it slowly sliding free of his pouch, where it was immediately focused on by Joyce's fingers.

"Yes, you do!" the younger wolf giggled, "Oooh, what a lovely present, it's exactly what I wanted!" The knot of Max's penis was a thick, semi-spherical lump at the base of his prick which remained inside his sheath until he started getting close to coming. It was an Inherited feature originally meant to seal his cock inside the body of a lover when he came, to maximize the chances of conception. It also served as a big, fat target if one wanted to tease the motherloving crap out of a man of canine descent. At that precise moment, Joyce's clever digits just so happened to slip under the knot, holding it tight and squeezing hard on either side of the base of her brother's dick. This specific touch was meant to simulate the sensation of tying with a partner, and it abruptly made the pleasure much more intense. Max shuddered hard, grunting despite his best efforts as his lover squeezed and toyed with his knot, keeping two fingers clamped beneath it to tweak everything she was doing to him. Suddenly, Max felt more nervous about reaching his destination in time...

"G-God, this is such b-bullshit..." he complained, softly, "This isn't f-fair..."

"Mmm, no it isn't," Joyce agreed, slipping her free arm around his back and hugging him, "You never really stood a chance, huh?" Embarrassed and slightly ashamed at how easily she was playing him, Max glared at her, so naturally that was when she made her move, slipping her other hand into his pants to join its partner.

"Wh-what?!" the muscular male said, unable to believe the audacity.

"There we go, that's better," Joyce said, calmly, as the newcomer moved to focus on Max's sensitive knot so that the first hand could go back to stroking his stiff, drooling cock. Biting his tongue, actually afraid he was going to cry out in pleasure, Max let out a quiet canine whine.

'Holy shit, this - this feels so fucking good... She might actually get me to blow my load like this!' he thought, none too happy about it. He'd been insisting otherwise this entire time, using his anger to fuel his defiance, but the more Joyce played with him, the needier he became, and now the horny was starting to outweigh the fury!

Joyce laughed just a hair louder than she had earlier, and Max wondered if this new joy in her eyes was because she could see how hard he was struggling against her relentless rubbing. The way she was gathering up his pre and using it as lube to stroke his shaft, the loving, tender way she was massaging his knot even as it slowly enlarged and hardened, even the lewd things she was cooing in his ear were exactly on point! Had she planned this?

"Look how stressed-out you are," Joyce scolded, "You know, if you'd just stop fighting and give in like the good boy that we both know you are, you'd feel a lot better about this. Wouldn't it be nicer to just let go and empty these poor, full, heavy balls of yours?" She let go of his knot and briefly lifted his testicles in her palm like she was getting a feel for their weight.

"We both know you want to come, Maxy, so just surrender and shoot your cream for me... like the subby little pup you are deep down." Max resisted the urge to snarl at her, instead giving her the evil eye and forcing a few words through gritted teeth.

"Grrr... you... fucking... whore!" he growled, but it wasn't very effective, and she just laughed again.

"Now, now, puppy, watch your language... Unless you'd prefer I made you shoot on the floor of the train after all?" He said nothing, staring longingly at the track sign over the door; their stop was next, but they'd only just left the previous one! He listened desperately for any sign that they were slowing down, or that people more used to the ride were getting ready to leave, but no one was getting up, and the only thing he could hear (aside from his sister's teasing) was his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears like a jackhammer.

The eager female nipped at Max's ear playfully and kept whispering to him, telling him how good it would feel when he came, how much less stress there would be on his system once he surrendered to her inevitable supremacy (not her exact wording). For his part, Max could only squirm and struggle against the rising tide of pleasure as he felt his knot getting harder, the moment nearly upon him. If he could just hold out a little longer...

"Mmmm, you're so strong to have lasted this long," she cooed, shamelessly appealing to his ego, "But we're almost there, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." With that, the hand that was gripping his knot tightened further, squeezing the achingly sensitive flesh and making Max bite his tongue to keep from moaning out loud.

"Unless you wanted to surrender?" Joyce added, cheerily.

"N-never..." Max growled, even as his willpower began to falter. Joyce just giggled again.

"I was hoping you would say that..." she admitted. "Well, if that's the case, then I guess I'd better just remind us who wears the hat around here..." Joyce suddenly leaned in much closer, lips almost brushing his ear, as she whispered quietly enough that even if they'd been surrounded on all sides, only her lover would hear her.

"Three words, big brother... Come for me."

She'd used exactly the same sensual, confident tone he'd used when he'd told her to get wet on the platform. And whether it was serendipity or Joyce was actually that good, at that exact moment, Max felt something give, and a massive wave of pleasure washed over his body, spreading out from his groin and leaving his whole body tingling. As his orgasm overpowered him at last, he tilted back his head and opened his mouth to inhale, but before he could instinctively cry out, Joyce was there, kissing him passionately, which just so happened to muffle the sound of his groans. It was just in time, too, as Max's prick began to throb and jump in her soft hands, spurting jets of hot, creamy wolf jism directly into his boxer shorts, again and again and again, drenching the fabric in his seed. It was so humiliating... but it felt so fucking good! His knot finally swelled up to its full size, and Joyce's hand eagerly squeezed and massaged at the rigid flesh even as she continued stroking up and down his twitching shaft. Completely overwhelmed, Max just sat there, submissively letting the giggling female have her wicked way with him as he ejaculated copiously in his pants. Before he finished shooting, Joyce broke off the kiss and smiled warmly at him.

"Good boy," she whispered demeaningly, and then, smirking...

"How does it feel to be your little sister's bitch?"

When the pleasure finally tapered off and the moment had passed (miraculously without a soul noticing), Max slumped back against the seat with a groan of exhaustion and relief. He'd come so hard he was dizzy, closing his eyes so his blurry vision stopped making it worse. But Joyce's insultingly dominant question hadn't stopped echoing in his ears since she'd whispered it, and closing his eyes just made it louder.

"Oh... oh God..." he mumbled. He hadn't been expecting to come so much, or so hard, you'd have thought he'd been backed up for days, or that Joyce had been edging him for hours. The humiliated wolf couldn't help but fixate on the moment when his strength had failed him, when he'd been overpowered by his climax... when he'd felt a distinct spike of joy deep within, from a part of himself that was ecstatic to be losing. He told himself that it was because he'd been super horny and just needed badly to come, but try as he might, he couldn't shake the stubborn fear that maybe, deep down where he couldn't see, a part of him wanted to be Joyce's bitch.

As he opened his eyes, his sister finally let go of his cock and knot, sliding her hands out of his pants and leaning away from Max. He realized too late that she was waiting for him to look at her, so he was making eye contact when she raised her left hand to show him the semen on her fur.

"Such a messy pup, aren't you?" she whispered, and winked as she licked her hand clean, running her flat, wide tongue along her narrow digits and slurping up the warm, creamy jism clinging to them. He shuddered, averting his eyes, but if he hadn't been flushed from exertion and sweating from head to toe already, he might have blushed a little.

"Here, make yourself presentable," she teased, reaching down and matter-of-factly zipping his fly back up. This pressed the fabric tighter against his still-sensitive prick, which made Max shudder. It also made him more aware of the hot come in his boxers, which was humiliating, especially with how much more confined his pants felt with his dick fully erect. The knot was fun, and Max liked having a protective sheath around his manhood, but the decided downside of having Inherited canine junk was that now that he'd come, and his knot had inflated, his cock was going to stay hard for somewhere between twenty and forty-five minutes. For ferals, it played into the 'encouraging conception' aspect of the knot, and prevented any rivals from getting at 'your' female after you, ensuring that you were the father of those pups. For Max, it meant not only was he stuck with the mess in his pants, but he'd need to hide a boner in public for the better part of an hour too.

Max said nothing, beyond shocked that Joyce had defeated him so easily. He just sat there as his heart stopped racing and his breathing returned to normal. He turned to his lover, who sat there smiling like the proverbial cat that caught the canary. He had no idea what he was going to say, but he felt like he couldn't exactly let this one slide. But the very instant he opened his mouth to speak to Joyce, there came the chiming of the PA speakers, announcing that they'd reached their stop. Suddenly, the purse was yanked out of Max's hands, and he felt exposed, even with his shame hidden from view.

"This is us, sweetie," said the slender female, casually, as if nothing were out of the ordinary at all, and she hadn't just been licking sperm off her fingers, "Let's not get left behind!" She patted Max lightly on the lap, directly over the splattered come, making him shudder. Then she grabbed his hand with the one she'd jerked him off with and tugged him to his feet, pulling the embarrassed male along after her as she confidently strolled out of the train. It distantly occurred to Max that their situation had reversed: now Joyce was the one smiling and acting like his girlfriend, while he was the one with a grumpy expression on his face. Somehow, he felt a little more justified than she'd been...

Still reeling a little from the strength of his reluctant orgasm, Max shuddered again from the sensation of his still-hard cock rubbing against boxers soaked in slowly-cooling semen. He was never not aware of it, a silent, invisible reminder of his failure to withstand Joyce's hands and words that only the Petersons even knew was there. The twinkle of delight in Joyce's eyes and the knowing smiles she kept shooting him made it clear that this constant reminder was very much part of the plan. Once they were out into the station, the crowd thinned out even more, and they were walking by themselves.

"...Aren't we going to talk about this?" Max finally said, having to will his ears upright.

"About what?" Joyce replied, smiling quizzically and politely, her tail wagging with reckless abandon. Max frowned, distantly wondering if he was this insufferable when he was 'wearing the hat'.

"About -" His eyes darted around, confirming their isolation. "...about the part where you made me come in my fucking pants on a public train, that's what!" She gave him a Look.

"Hey, don't make this sound illicit! Or at least, any more illicit than you being my brother already makes it," Joyce said, in a neutral tone, "I very clearly laid out the rules of how to stop, and you did not stop me." His righteous indignation faltering slightly, Max chewed his cheek for a moment before he spoke up again.

"That's... true," he finally admitted, "But, uh... but you just stuck your hand in my pants without even asking permission!" Joyce raised her free hand, pointing one finger upwards as a thoughtful expression came over her face.

"And I quote," she said, her voice suddenly becoming extremely playful and cheesy, "'Sweetie, you can get a hold of me whenever you like!'"

Max pouted, only vaguely remembering that line at all. It had been weeks ago, a play on something Joyce had just said, but he did remember the deeply unimpressed look she'd given him as he'd laughed, better than he remembered the actual wording of the conversation.

"But that wasn't - wasn't an actual invitation!" he protested, "I was just shamelessly hitting on you!" She snickered at his honesty and raised one finger to her chin.

"But will the jury see it that way?" she asked, hypothetically, followed by an exaggerated "Hmmm..." She was just so full of it, it was strangely adorable!

"C'mon, little sister," Max said, grinning despite himself, "I was - I was groping myself when I said it! It was practically harassment!" This time, Joyce openly laughed, the sound delighted and musical, not at all sounding at Max's expense. She finally stopped, turning to face him in the tunnel.

"Relax, Maxy," she said, softly, "Take the L gracefully." Then she kissed him on the nose, giggled, and continued towards the exit. Despite his best efforts to remain pissed at Joyce, Max smiled. She was so happy about all this that you'd think she was the one who'd just had a powerful orgasm, and because he cared about her, this was starting to make him happy. But even as he followed along with her, those final whispered words as he climaxed continued to echo in his mind.

"How does it feel to be your little sister's bitch?"

Eventually, Max was able to set those feelings aside. Well, mostly. He was at least able to be a good sport and take his sister/girlfriend on a date to the wax museum. They'd stumbled into learning the place existed while looking into dates they could go on at a discreet distance from their apartment. Max had been a little hesitant, thinking the entire concept of a wax museum was 'touristy', but Joyce thought it sounded fun and silly, if a little kitschy, and she'd made liberal use of puppy dog eyes in cajoling her brother into changing his mind. Being more familiar with the concept of wax museums from various horror media, Max hadn't been quite as enthusiastic, but he had to admit that he chuckled as they approached the place and saw the window display bearing recreations of the cast of a streaming show that had set the Internet ablaze with fans.

"Oh, wow!" Joyce said, with unexpectedly earnest enthusiasm, "They really are good!"

"Heh, yeah," he said, wondering if they'd flown the cast over from Japan (or had it been Korea?) to capture their likenesses. "Maybe this will be cool after all..."

After only a short queue, the Petersons headed inside, where Max, eternally suffering in the L.A. heat, was deeply relieved to discover that the Yelp reviews had told the truth, and they did keep the air conditioning on high, maintaining their statuary by keeping the place nice and chilly. He hadn't admitted this to Joyce, but one of his priorities when searching for places to take her on a date was 'will I bake my nuts off here?' Seeing straight through his contented sigh, Joyce rolled her eyes with a smile and gave him the lightest smack on the arm.

"You dork," she said, affectionately, "I keep telling you to get your fur thinned out, you'll thank me!"

The two of them set out into the wax museum to have a good time, and at this they succeeded in abundance. They wandered into the Stars of Yesteryear area first, where Max took a selfie with the Three Stooges and Joyce posed like she was going bananas at the sight of the Beatles. Max pretended he had never heard of Charlie Chaplin, and exasperated/deeply amused his lover by wondering out loud - at length - why Hitler would be wearing such ridiculous shoes.

Once they'd gotten into the spirit of the place, Max found that he was rather enjoying himself, struggling to keep a worried expression on his face while he was posing with the vintage 60's Sean Connery statue as if James Bond was holding him at gunpoint. He had almost set aside what had happened on the train when, in the short corridor between the vintage room and a room full of modern celebrities, Joyce suddenly turned back towards him, stepping in close as if bumping into him - and squeezed his slowly, slowly deflating cock through his jeans, which also squished the drying semen against his tip. He yelped, much to his dismay, and she smiled at him.

"Don't mind me," she cooed, "Just checking to see how far along you are... and if you remember who's in charge around here." Before he could say anything indignant, she winked at him and sashayed away. The larger wolf let out a huff, his whiskers twitching with agitation for a moment before he followed her.

He cheered up a bit in the hall of contemporary celebrities. Max and Joyce got some guy to take a picture of them both bowing worshipfully before Keanu Reeves to get things started, then they posed off to the side of the Kardashian family while looking in that direction with suspicious side-eyed glances. Sadly, a security guard refused to let Max put the Justin Bieber figure in a headlock, even though he asked very politely. Things were going swimmingly until Joyce laid eyes on the Jason Momoa statue and nearly began hyperventilating. Max dutifully took a picture of Joyce exaggeratedly swooning next to the shirtless statue, trying not to let on how reluctant he felt to do so, particularly when his lover let out a deep sigh and muttered something about the real Momoa being on her 'exceptions list'. Naturally, once they were out of sight of the thing, Max began teasing her over helplessly fangirling out over Jason Momoa the same way she'd been pretending to helplessly fangirl out over the Beatles, but this only lasted until they reached the hall of modern pop culture characters... or more specifically, until Max's surprised reaction when he caught sight of the Avengers.

All in all, Max and Joyce had a great afternoon just spending time together, experiencing the sights, taking all manner of photos, and of course, bantering constantly about the wax figurines with varying levels of flirtatious subtext. They were walking out of the Hall of History, where Max had been unexpectedly interested to learn that Napoleon had not, in fact, been 'like four feet tall.'

"I don't know, s-babe," said Max, catching himself from calling her 'sis' at full volume, "The human figures are pretty good, but the morphics are terrible! I still can't get over that figurine of what's-her-name, the, uh, the Russian space dog." Joyce snickered, but lightly bapped her lover on the arm with the back of her hand.

"You mean Laika Morozov?" she asked, semi-incredulously, "Don't call her that!"

"Well, I, uh, I couldn't remember the word for the commie astronauts," Max admitted self-consciously. Joyce laughed again, her tail starting to wag.

"It's 'cosmonauts', you big dork," she giggled, leaning over to plant a kiss on Max's cheek that sent his tail wagging too. They walked on a few more paces, and then a thoughtful look crossed the younger wolf's face.

"I mean, yeah, the morphic figures look awful," Joyce mused, lifting her arms and looking down at her pelt, "but they're made of wax, and they need like a trillion hairs to make it look really good, so the fact that they've got some at all says at least they're trying. I mean, I wasn't expecting any representation at all, so it's kinda nice."

Max was about to admit that a certain morphic figurine had looked very good, intending for Joyce to give him a Look because he'd named the naked mole rat, without any fur. But before he could be silly, his sister's stomach growled audibly.

"Mmm, shouldn't have skipped lunch," she said, grinning sheepishly. Max glanced at his phone to check the time.

"Subway runs until ass o'clock in the morning," he said, "You wanna get some dinner before we head home?"

"Oh, that would be lovely!" Joyce said, smiling and nuzzling against his arm affectionately. A little mouse girl they passed, walking the other way with her parents, smiled at the show of warmth between the two canids. It was a nice little moment, though Max distantly thought it would probably be nicer without dried come in his pants.

"I was looking around the area on Google Maps before we left," he said, meaning it literally, as he'd been bored and wandering around on the Streetview level. "I found this really nice-looking sushi place with great reviews. I made sure to get the address."

"And we're skipping the part where we spend ages looking for a good place first?" Joyce asked happily, "It's not even my birthday!" Max churred to her.

"You deserve the best all year round," he said, delicately moving a lock of hair away from her eyes. She smiled demurely.

"You charmer," she said, "Look at you, taking initiative." After a moment, she giggled again and gave him a playful smirk, before making their flirtatious subtext into, well, text.

"I just hope you're not getting any funny ideas about taking charge," she teased, "Maybe I should get you a nice collar, a cute little reminder of the pecking order."

Max's eyes widened and his pupils narrowed to points, not from fear, but from the lupine instincts telling him he had to retaliate for such an affront. Once a symbol of oppression, the morphic community at large had reclaimed the collar, culturally disarming it to the point where it had become a mostly harmless fashion item. To the notoriously proud wolves, though, it was still a dishonour greater than most.

"Don't go there, Joyce," he warned, quietly, his voice tense. But Joyce didn't seem to notice how hard he was working to keep himself composed.

"Oh, I'm gonna go there," she tittered, lowering her voice, "How about a nice, shiny tag that says 'GOOD BOY' in big letters, but we get 'Joyce's Bitch' engraved on the inside surface of the collar? That way, everyone else thinks it's just adorable when they see it, but you and me will know that you're a big, subby softie who was helpless to stop a woman half his size from rubbing him off in public." Max's instincts were going wild, and begging him to do the same. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to fight her or fuck her, but he knew whichever one it was, he wanted to do it right there, right then.

With great - great - mental effort and willpower, Max suppressed the urge to get physical (by any definition) right there in the hallway. No, he had to be smart about this, the way Joyce had been smart and taken perfect advantage of his vulnerabilities in exactly the right situation for it. He needed to bide his time, pick his moment... and set the scene. She was still giggling, either oblivious to the adrenaline running through her big brother, or perhaps goading him on, secretly daring him to get back at her. Slowly letting out a deep breath, Max forced the agitation to the side and kept his voice even.

"Yeah, yeah, you and what army," he muttered, as if he were just dismissing her words out of hand, but then added, as if an afterthought, "Hey, we should get something to remember our time here... something more than pictures. Let's hit the gift shop."

And so, after making sure they hadn't missed any display rooms on their circuit of the building, Max and Joyce Peterson walked back out of the wax museum, goodie bag in Max's hand, and back out into the L.A. heat. As promised, it was only a short walk from the museum to the Emerald Palace, a sushi restaurant that was nice enough to make their date feel special, yet not so fancy that the Petersons had a problem with not having a reservation, or being dressed casually for the heat. The food was nice, the company was delightful, and because it was a more public setting, Joyce stopped teasing her brother about the subway incident, so Max found it quite a satisfying meal. While they worked their way through some maki rolls, they spitballed ideas for where they could go on their next date. Joyce wanted to head up north to see the sequoias in the national park named for them, maybe try camping, but Max was rather dubious about the multiple-hour drive. For his part, he wanted to take her to karaoke, keep things simple, but Joyce was self-conscious about her singing voice, so that one ended up on the 'maybe' pile. Things were going very well indeed, but the entire time, Joyce's teasing words kept echoing in Max's mind.

_ 'Good boy_...'

'Does my big pup have a gift for me? Yes, you do!'

'...you and me will know that you're a big, subby softie_...'_

'How does it feel to be your little sister's bitch?'

This put Max into a strangely heightened state, keenly aware of his senses, and of the way his pulse was going slightly faster than usual. With his powerful sense of smell, there were a lot of things the muscular wolf ignored as a matter of course, like the scents of the people he routinely spent time with... but with all of his primal instincts locked onto Joyce like this, it was like every breath was tinged with her scent, made all the more obvious by the sweat the California heat had soaked into her pelt - just as obvious as her arousal had been when she was molesting him on the train. Ohhh, even with both of his sister's hands on his tool, Max couldn't have failed to notice that. By the time he'd reluctantly climaxed, Joyce had been so wet that he was genuinely surprised she hadn't tried to rub one off herself... which meant, he realized, that it wouldn't take much to work her back up again. He smiled briefly at that thought, but it didn't last long; the wolf in him demanded action, ached for a proper response to Joyce's defiance. Specifically, the idea of bending his sister over this table and taking her roughly kept intruding on Max's thoughts. Being a morphic and not a feral, though, he was able to hold the beast at bay instead of making Joyce his right next to the sashimi counter, as he'd already worked out the best time and place to make his move...

Max was able to bide his time until they'd finished their dinner, despite finding his dining companion's scent so intoxicatingly enticing that if anything it just underlined the carnal impulses he was steadfastly ignoring. Once they'd eaten their fill and settled their tab, they gathered what few possessions they'd brought - Joyce picked up the purse that had hidden the lewd activity in her brother's pants earlier, and Max was sure to grab the bag from the gift shop - and strolled on out, heading back towards the subway. Joyce was already walking close by his side, but after a few moments, she pressed herself against him and rested her head on the taller wolf's shoulder.

"Mmmm..." she sighed, contentedly, "This has been a great day, big b-ahh, big boyfriend?" Max snickered at the hasty cover there, but gave her an A for effort anyway.

"I agree," he said, charitably stepping past that moment, "Learned some things, had some fun, ate some sushi, it's been a good time." They walked on for a few moments, and then Joyce glanced over at her brother again, her ear twitching curiously.

"By the way, what's in the bag?" she asked, pointing at it in a lingering way that seemed like she wanted to just skip the middleman and open it. "It's just, if it was for you, you would have just shown me, so I'm kiiiiinda thinking it's a gift?" She batted her eyes at Max in an exaggeratedly adorable way, and he grinned... and switched the bag to his other hand, away from her.

"Patience, little girlfriend," he teased, "the time has to be right first..." Joyce looked like she wanted to stay on that subject, but he interrupted her train of thought with physical contact. He put his now-free arm around her, much to her obvious delight, and she began churring to him.

There was a tall, dishevelled cat standing by the entrance to the subway station, having a smoke before descending into the tunnels where it was forbidden. He glanced over at the wolves walking in, saw them being warm and wholesome with each other, and smiled with approval. Max reflected that there were several factors that would probably change the guy's reaction if they were more obvious from the outside... Soon enough, they were descending into the tunnels, and Joyce was idly going through all the pictures they'd taken.

"Oh, damn, the picture with Mike Myers came out blurrier than I thought," she muttered. After a moment, she added "The one with Michael Myers from the horror room is good, though." Max smirked at this, but said nothing. For his part, he was looking around, noting that the place seemed much less busy than the one they'd left from. Whether it was the time of day or the location or both, there was even less of a crowd than there'd been that morning. They scanned their passes and continued on to the platform, which only contained about enough people to fill a single subway car, if they all boarded the same one. While they waited, Max reached around Joyce and began running his fingertips up and down her slender arm. Churring to her mate, she cuddled closer to him.

"Mmm... Thank you for a lovely day," she whispered.

"Thank you, it was your idea," Max replied, magnanimously.

"True," she responded, "I am pretty clever, after all."

They snickered together over that. A moment passed in silence, and then Max looked down at his sister, so happy and contented snuggling against his side. It made him feel warm inside to see Joyce being more open with her feelings like this, after years of being in the habit of disguising everything she felt regarding her brother.

"I love you, Joyce," he whispered to her. She opened her eyes and beamed at him.

"Love you too, Maxy," she whispered, and leaned up to kiss him on the nose. This soft, gentle moment might seem at odds with the powerful instincts that continued to pester Max, or for that matter the somewhat adversarial way Joyce often spoke to him, but the truth was that moments like this, expressions of love and intimacy, were underneath all the dominance posturing the wolves carried on with each other, anchoring the tug-of-war in their relationship in a solid foundation of love for each other.

"When we get home, we should put on that new series you've been talking about," Max suggested, "I'll make us a couple of pink cadillacs, we could get comfy on the couch..." She giggled as he mentioned her favourite mixed drink like it was no big thing.

"Well, well, you are trying to get on my good side," Joyce tittered, as the train emerged from the tunnel, "Netflix and chill, so forward of you..." He smiled at that, but the truth was that rather than intending that as a means of seduction, he'd been planning it as aftercare...

The train pulled up in front of them, and Max felt his tail begin to wag as the people waiting to board remained scattered from one end of the platform to the other, leaving Max and Joyce as the only people set to board the car in front of them. Joyce stepped on board and moved back to the same general area they'd been sitting on the other, identical train.

"Or is this you accepting that you're my big, subby puppy and that I'm in charge?" she asked, grinning with the kind of confidence that only comes with total victory, "Because making me happy would definitely be a nice place for my good boy to start..." She began to giggle, but it quickly changed into a rather high-pitched yelp as her brother stepped up directly behind her, wrapped his muscular arms around her, and pulled her tight against him. Distantly, he wondered if this reminded her as much of the time when he'd bent her over the couch during a heatwave as it did for him. It was a fond memory, not just because the sex had been incredible, but also because it had rekindled their secret relationship. He'd certainly never had times like this with other girls...

"H-hey!" Joyce gasped, "Wh-what are you doing?!" There was just a hint of fear in her voice; Max had never once hurt her, but it was a natural enough reaction to being physically surprised by someone twice your mass. Instead of answering, Max slipped one hand below her skirt and began rubbing her pert, soft butt through the thin material of her panties. At the same time, his other hand was slipping beneath her shirt, crudely groping one of her breasts through her bra, even as his forearm continued holding Joyce against his chest. She gasped as his hands slipped out of 'General Audiences' territory and into a 'PG-13' area.

"What the fuck, Maxy?!" Joyce said, now sounding rather embarrassed and indignant (a tone Max was much more familiar with), slapping at her brother's arms. She squirmed and wiggled as the doors to the train closed behind them, unnoticed, and Max gave her a few seconds to struggle ineffectually before he bent down slightly and growled directly behind Joyce's ear, low, fierce, and dominant.

She immediately froze from head to toe, and Max grinned ferally as he picked up the distinct scent of feminine arousal.

'Looks like I didn't even need four words to make you wet this time...' he thought. Seizing the moment, Max stopped fondling Joyce's butt long enough to reach down to the gift shop bag, which he'd set down on the seats next to them as he grabbed hold of his sister. As Joyce watched, he reached inside and extracted... a baseball cap, proudly emblazoned with the logo of the wax museum. Then, moving with careful deliberation, he lifted it up and settled it on his head. Joyce looked back at him for a moment in total confusion, and then she blinked.

"Wait, are you - did you buy a hat just so you could show off that you were 'taking the hat back'?!" she asked in disbelief.

"Mmm-hmm," he happily confirmed, returning his hand to her tush, slipping his fingertips into her panties, juuuuuust inside the holes for her legs, making her whimper and squirm.

"You really thought I was just going to let you get away with all that?" he asked, faux-incredulously, "I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I like sitting back and letting you take the reins, that was hot this morning when you were getting all handsy, and goddamn that was a good nut... but you should have left it at that, little sister, you shouldn't have kept teasing me and poking me about it... Now it looks like I'm gonna have to teach you some manners." He growled to her again, putting both his irritation and his need for her into it, and she whimpered with both nervousness and arousal. He was pretty sure she was even wetter than before.

Joyce tried to protest, but she was so frazzled she kept tripping over her own tongue. Max helpfully made it worse. He slipped his fingers free of her underwear, then touched the tip of just one finger to the underside of the base of her tail, the only part that wasn't sticking out through the hold in the back of her skirt. Then, that finger traced a slow, serpentine path along Joyce's treasures through her panties. Max smirked as he felt Joyce tense up as he passed directly across her anus, she held her breath to see what he'd do, and let out a relieved huff as he moved on... for now. When he traced his path along her vulva, teasing back and forth across her slit as he went, Max felt Joyce's knees shaking, her legs trembling like they might give out. With her ears flat against her head, the younger wolf was looking around nervously even as she whimpered with arousal.

She finally yelped "Max, wait!" at the exact moment he reached the end of his journey, his fingertip resting directly against Joyce's clit. He'd been planning on going back the way he came, but he was happy to leave his finger resting against the most sensitive spot on his sister's body.

"Y-you can't just f-f-fondle me right here!" Joyce sputtered, "This is way more obvious than I was b-being!" He resisted the urge to say something sarcastic about 'all zero people here' watching them behave like this, in favour of more direct teasing.

"I feel like I'm demonstrating that I'm fully capable of fondling you right here if that's what I want," Max murmured, as he slipped his other hand under one of the cups of Joyce's bra, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "...But you have a good point. Someone could show up, and I don't want them to realize that I'm punishing my sweet, dirty girl for carrying on like a naughty little tease in public." She clearly took umbrage to that, but it was difficult for her to voice when he was still toying with her bullet-hard nipple and her sensitive love button.

Finally pulling his hand away from Joyce's clitoris, Max rested it on her hip, steadying her as he unexpectedly turned them both around and pulled her down with him as he sat down. He none-too-subtly guided Joyce so that she was sitting directly atop his crotch... but only after he flicked the back of her skirt up at the last second, so that a) he caught a glimpse of her panties, and grinned as he saw the dark spot over her mound where her juices were soaking through, and b) as she settled on his lap, Joyce's skirt came to cover her brother's crotch, not just her own butt.

"That's better," he said, "much more reasonable. Now, where was I..." Joyce moaned softly with anticipation as Max put his hand on her thigh and crept it along towards her treasures. She was breathing quickly and shallowly, and now that she wasn't standing up and supporting her own weight, she was trembling from head to toe. Distantly, Max wondered if she was really this intimidated, or if she was playing it up to send his ego through the ceiling. Hell, he still wasn't at all convinced this hadn't been exactly what Joyce wanted all along, maybe it was actually anticipation, and she was just aching for it...

Joyce glanced over her shoulder and pouted at him in what he assumed was not actually meant to be an adorable fashion.

"I can't believe you're still horny after you came so much earlier..." she grumbled, "You... you insatiable brute!" For some reason, Max found the halfhearted insult to be rather flattering under the circumstances. He thought she was going to say more, but she interrupted herself with a gasp, then a long, shuddery 'Ohhhhh...' as Max's hand finally 'pounced' from her inner thigh to rest directly over her mound. He wasted no time before giving her a little rub, feeling how warm and moist the fabric was already.

"You're one to talk! You're so wet, and I've barely touched you," he chuckled, "I think you need this more than I do..."

"Sh-shut up..." she muttered, but without any fire to it, and when he gave her mound a squeeze through her underwear, Joyce whimpered again, her legs opening just a little wider, as if she were trying to offer her lover easier access without being too obvious about it. Grinning triumphantly, Max began rubbing the pads of his index and middle fingers up and down along her slit; Joyce loved it when he massaged her labia like that, so he wasn't surprised when she immediately began to squirm, which he was fine with, since she was rubbing her soft, panty-clad butt against his sheath.

"Oh... oh, Maxy..." Joyce breathed, slowly leaning back against her brother's chest, even the appearance of reluctance slowly fading away as the pleasure became more important than keeping her mask in place. "D-don't stop, that feels good..." Crooking his neck closer, he kissed her on the side of the throat; a wolf letting her lover touch his mouth to one of the most vulnerable spots on her body is an indicator of deep trust and intimacy in lupine culture, but in this specific case, Joyce didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh, you like that, eh?" he whispered to her playfully, To his delight, she nodded a little over-energetically, almost frantically.

"Well then, I'd better keep going..." he added, enjoying the shudder that ran through her body (and then his) as he extended his thumb and began to caress the hardened nub of her clitoris.

"...This isn't fair," she whimpered, "I worked s-so hard to make you m-mine, c-caught you in a perfect ambush... But all you need to do is t-touch me through my clothes, and I... and I..." she flinched, turning her face to the side so Max couldn't see the embarrassment or the arousal on her face. Turning his hand to the side, cupping his first two fingers over Joyce's vulva, Max began rubbing the full length of those fingers up and down along his lover's slit. It only took a few seconds before she was rolling her hips against his hand lewdly.

"Yes," the elder wolf whispered, "you do."

With that, Max unceremoniously peeled the front of Joyce's panties off of her mound, pushing them aside so he could touch her naked slit with those same fingers. He rubbed them up and down, but only for a second or so, to make sure she noticed he was touching her directly, and then he pushed his fingers between her labia, slipping them deep into his sister's hot, welcoming pussy. The slender female arched her back and moaned loudly enough that she would have given up the game if they hadn't been alone.

"You see, sweetie?" Max whispered to her, as he wiggled his fingers about in her tight, gripping channel, "You talk a very dominant game, and sometimes I let you wear the hat because we both enjoy it, but deep in your heart... and deep in your cunt... you know the truth, just like I do." He bent forward again as she shuddered at the uncharacteristically crass term, her inner walls squeezing down hard on his probing fingers in reflexive response. He smirked, rolling that into his teasing.

"Face it, little sister... even your pussy knows that you are mine."

This time, Joyce raised both hands to cover her muzzle, muffling her groan of pleasure.

"Oh my God, Max, d-dirty talk is so unfair..." she mumbled, as if he wasn't getting off to it just as much. Actually, she'd probably felt it as the first couple inches of his penis slipped free of his sheath, so maybe she wasn't actually complaining about the fairness of the tactic so much as the effectiveness. By way of response, he moved his dry hand back up to her bra, slipping it into the other cup and massaging his sister's sensitive breast, balancing the scales out. Joyce moaned softly as he pinched her nipple, and she squirmed in what was either discomfort or just more acute arousal than usual, it was kind of hard to tell with Joyce. Either way, it was inadvertently grinding her soft butt against her brother's hardening dick, and it felt great.

"Now, now, sweetie," he teased, releasing her poor nipple, "you can't just go moaning like a porn star on a public train, someone could still hear you." She turned to give him a Look, but before she had time to tell him off, he rotated his hand so that it was his middle and ring fingers inside her warm, slick channel, freeing up his index and thumb so he could rub and massage her clit. A couple of seconds of eager stroking, like it was a miniature erection, and Joyce interrupted herself with a surprised 'Ah!', biting her lip and averting her gaze again as her needy pussy clenched down on Max's fingers again, undercutting her irritation by revealing how badly she needed it.

It wasn't long before Max moved his hand back, preferring to properly finger his lover, who continued to whimper, shudder, and squirm atop him.

"Oh - oh Maxy..." Joyce panted, holding onto her purse with both hands - ironically, in much the same way Max had this morning - as her brother plundered her treasures.

"Look how worked up you are already," Max observed, "I knew you loved this... or are trains your secret kink?"

"Sh-shut up..." she grumbled, defiantly, before tensing up again, harder than before, and whimpering.

"God, I'm - I'm gonna c-come s-so hard... I can f-feel it building already..." Joyce covered her mouth with one hand and moaned again, clearly helpless to resist the pleasure. Her brother churred as he felt her begin to spasm around his fingers, warning tremors in advance of her climax.

"Oh, well then in that case..." Max said, and without warning, he slipped his fingers out of Joyce's slick channel, lifting his thumb away from her clitoris as he did so.

"No!" the younger wolf protested, her hand snapping down to grab her brother's wrist, prevent him from stopping, but the muscular male was a great deal stronger than her, and she couldn't move his hand even an inch closer to her needy pussy. It was moments like this that revealed exactly how gentle and tender Max was being with her.

"Max, what the fuck?!" Joyce blurted out, squirming uncomfortably, "P-please! Y-you can't just stop!" Max chuckled, which earned him an angry growl from his lover, but her ears remained down in a submissive angle, not a challenging one. He tapped her clit once with his fingertips and she yelped, her hips jumping forward reflexively, desperate for stimulation.

"Now, now, little sister," he cooed, "Does making you come really hard sound like a punishment to you? I was planning to keep you riiiiiight on the edge without letting you finish, so your sweet juices would be drip, drip, dripping down your thighs all the way home..." Joyce looked back sharply, her eyes widening.

"N-no! You can't!" she protested, abandoning her mask out of desperation, "Please, Maxy, I - I need it s-so fuckin' b-bad..." Neither of them mentioned the possibility of Joyce rubbing one off herself, as they both knew the orgasm wouldn't be nearly as good, and besides, masturbation was hardly the idea here!

"Hmmm..." Max pondered, scratching his chin with his dry hand and making a big show out of thinking it over, "I don't know, where would the lesson be if I let you come...?" He paused for a few seconds, and his lover whimpered piteously. "I'll tell you what, I'll change things up if you ask me very nicely..." Joyce flinched, her expression revealing nothing except embarrassment. For his part, Max felt quite smug; Joyce had effortlessly trapped him in a situation where his only choices were to submit to her or seriously risk getting caught fooling around in public with his own sister. The grinning male had taken it one step further though, as rather than just passively allowing him to play with her, now she had to actively play along with him if she wanted release instead of frustration. Unable to resist putting a cherry on top, Max finally slipped his hand out from under her skirt, sticking out his first two fingers, which still glistened with Joyce's feminine juices.

"...But before you start begging, how about you do as big brother tells you and get my fingers nice and clean for me, hmmm?"

For a moment, Joyce just glared at him, probably weighing out the pros and cons of giving in versus walking home desperately horny. For a long moment, he thought she was going to say something, but then she simply sighed, averted her gaze, and turned back towards his hand. She leaned in a little closer, but hesitated and glanced back at Max.

"I will remind you of this moment someday soon," she grumbled, sending a mostly pleasant shiver down her brother's spine. Then, sighing in resignation, the needy female turned back towards Max's hand and leaned forward again, parting her lips and taking her brother's dripping fingers into her mouth, shuddering atop her lover as she tasted the musky flavour of her own pussy. She moaned softly and immediately began running her tongue over his digits, diligently licking her honey away. Max had figured she wouldn't mind the actual task, Joyce frequently followed the act of lovemaking by taking her brother's dick back into her mouth and cleaning him up, especially after he'd tied her. Max churred to her approvingly and supportively, slipping his free hand out of her bra to rub her back.

"Thaaaaat's it, little sister," he whispered, teasingly, "I know you like the way you taste, so just get me cleaned up so we can keep having fun, that's my girl..." Joyce made an annoyed sound around the fingers in her mouth, but her tail began to wag.

It was at this moment that the train reached the next station and slowed. Having been lost in each other, both siblings froze, staring at the opening doors with their breath held, waiting to see if someone walked on and caught them like this, discovering a northwestern she-wolf perched atop a burly male's lap, lewdly suckling on his fingers. Joyce whimpered, her knees moving towards each other, and he recalled that he'd pushed her panties aside before he began fingering her. The wet fabric wouldn't have slid back into place on its own accord, so the younger canine's sudden anxiety probably had a lot to do with sitting there with a bare pussy. Nothing happened, though, no one boarded the train, no one saw them from outside, it was quiet until the chime rang out and the doors closed again with a whoosh. Both Petersons sighed in relief, and Joyce gently extracted her brother's fingers from her mouth without so much as a slurp.

"Oh man, I - I thought we were fucked, I thought someone was going to catch us..." she breathed, before turning back and giving her lover a Look as the train began to move again.

"You happy now?" she asked, "All cleaned up, just like you wanted." Briefly looking at his hand up close, amused that it looked exactly the same now that the juice had been replaced with saliva, Max smiled ingratiatingly.

"This is good work, Joyce, but I believe you'll find there were two things I wanted from you..."

Joyce groaned with frustration.

"Really? You're still gonna make me say it?" she asked, quietly.

"No stuttering?" Max asked, by way of answering, "Let me get you nice and worked up again..." Reaching back under Joyce's skirt, Max slipped his fingers back into his sister's eager pussy, which immediately squeezed down on him in welcome. After barely ten seconds had passed, Joyce let out a canine whine from need and frustration, clearly seeing the writing on the walls.

"Okay, okay..." she whimpered, "You win..." Closing her eyes and looking away, her cheeks aflame with both arousal and embarrassment, Joyce shuddered and let out a deep breath.

"Please, big brother, y-you're killing me," she pleaded, her hips rolling involuntarily against Max's hand, "I - I'm sorry I teased you and c-called you a good boy! Please, I - I need to come so fuckin' bad... Please let me come?" An agonizing pause followed, and then, his smile obvious in his voice, as if making up for Joyce's eyes being closed, Max whispered in her ear.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

The younger wolf stiffened and covered her mouth to smother a moan again as Max returned his thumb to her clitoris. He lightly rubbed and massaged the sensitive nub as his sister's legs trembled uncontrollably. Max continued to work his fingers in and out of Joyce's sopping channel, teasing at her weak spots and coaxing her back up to the brink. He nipped at the side of her neck, making her yelp.

"If someone gets on before you come," the powerful male whispered earnestly, "do you want me to stop?" Joyce bit her lip for a moment, then groaned softly.

"I - I don't know!" she whimpered, "I c-can barely think s-straight!" Her lover chuckled at her honesty, the sound deep and playful, and she leaned back against him and spread her legs just a little wider.

Max decided to lay off the teasing for a bit, focusing on his fingerwork, and Joyce was only too happy to let him. She trembled and shuddered as her brother's fingers worked in and out of her, rubbing her clit, teasing her labia, and massaging the slick walls of her vagina. His other hand had returned to squeezing and rubbing her breasts, having roughly pushed the bra out of the way. She was panting now, whimpering and mewling with pleasure as her lover's deft hands brought her closer and closer to the release she'd begged for. One of her hands still clung to her purse with a grip so tight her knuckles were turning white under the fur, but the other had slipped back to grab hold of Max's forearm, the one attached to the hand currently playing in her garden. She wasn't remotely trying to stop him, it was like Joyce just wanted to be touching him... and the way her fingertips traced a path along the older wolf's muscles told a story as well.

"Oh - oh Maxy, this is s-so good..." Joyce moaned, "D-don't stop, don't e-ever stop..." Encouraged, the confident male churred happily to her and slipped a third finger into her slick pussy. Max redoubled his efforts, eager to pay her back for his earlier embarrassment. He savoured the feeling of her clitoris pulsing under his thumb, her heated inner walls clenching and spasming against his fingers. By now, Joyce was so wet that lewd sounds could faintly be heard over her panting as Max toyed with his lover.

"That's my girl, almost there..." he teased, before observing "God, how are you still this tight? I know I've tied you before..." Joyce softly moaned again at the crude compliment, nowhere near the right state of mind to respond coherently.

Max growled to his lover as he leaned in close, breathing deep of her scent (and her feminine pheromones). He was so turned on by this point that his prick had slipped completely out of his sheath again, even his knot - something Joyce was no doubt already aware of. The trembling female began to tense up all over, her breath coming faster and shallower, and Max realized the moment was upon her. The figurative devil on his shoulder encouraged him to stop without warning, to leave Joyce begging on the edge again, but he politely ignored that suggestion.

"Hnnngh! Oh big b-brother, I - I'm so c-close..." Joyce panted, her squirming halting altogether, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Yesssss," he hissed, "Do it, come for me, little sister, come alllll over my fingers and remind us both who you belong to..."

That did it.

Joyce suddenly ducked her head to the side and looked down, covering the end of her muzzle with both hands as Max's whispered command tipped her over the precipice, and bliss and relief exploded forth from her loins to wash over her entire body. The pleasure was so strong, it had her shaking and shuddering in her brother's arms as the beautiful she-wolf finally reached the climax she'd been aching for. Though muffled, her moans and whimpers were still obvious in the relative quiet of the empty subway car. The victorious male churred as he felt Joyce's vagina squeeze and ripple along his fingers, clenching down hard in time with her pleasures, with the pulsing of her clit. He continued to work his digits in and out of her pussy (when he could move them, anyway), as well as rubbing her love button and massaging one of her breasts, anything he could do to prolong the orgasm she'd begged for so politely. A spurt of her juices gushed out to splatter against his palm as she yelped blissfully. While Joyce shook helplessly from the ecstasy he'd brought her, Max bent forward, licking the back of one of his lover's ears before whispering into it, just two words, but even more effective than the three words she'd given him.

"Good girl."

Soon enough, Joyce let out an exhausted whimper and slumped back limply against her brother, her hands falling away from her muzzle and flopping to her sides as she panted and shivered. Releasing her breast with his dry hand, Max began running his hand up and down her stomach, savouring the feeling of her thick, plush fur against his fingers, a pelt meant for a far, far colder climate than southern California.

"Oh... oh my God..." Joyce breathed, "My - my head is s-spinning..." Her mate churred to her and kissed her cheek. Her fur was damp with sweat.

"Just relax, sweetheart, and breathe deep," he whispered, before adding "You really needed that, didn't you?" The shorter wolf giggled tiredly.

"Y-yeah..." she admitted, "D-domming you this morning g-got me so hot..." She almost looked like she was having trouble staying awake in her lover's embrace. Max felt the instinct to tease her playfully, but suppressed it. Part of being a good boyfriend and/or a good brother meant knowing when to take a softer approach, and he could see that Joyce had had enough - for the moment, anyway...

The triumphant male patted his lover's breast like a tender farewell, tugged her bra back down into place, and slipped his hand out from under her shirt, immediately beginning to run his fingers through her hair, the long, black strands stranding out against the light grey fur on his hand. Bending forward, Max kissed her on the cheek.

"Well, if you've needed it since this morning... you're welcome, little sister," he said, "But next time, instead of trying to annoy me into getting you off, maybe you could just ask?" Joyce giggled again and turned to look at him.

"N-never," she promised cheekily, "This way is so much m-more fun." Max chuckled, brushing one finger along the underside of her muzzle.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say that, had to try." After a moment, he winked at her and added, more quietly, "That's my girl."

Joyce craned her neck slightly as the wolves leaned in and nuzzled their noses together with surprising affection, considering how they'd been speaking to each other today.

"I love you, big brother," Joyce whispered.

"Love you too, baby," Max replied. Joyce's side of the smile they were sharing faltered slightly as Max finally slipped his fingers free of her love tunnel, careful not to wipe his sister's juices on her skirt. To his amusement, Joyce seemed to instinctively lean her muzzle towards his hand, but he lifted it up and out of the way.

"Now, now, don't be greedy," he teased, "It's my turn." Joyce watched, looking just a touch self-conscious, and maybe a little jealous, as Max began to lick her juices off his fingers, giving off _mmmmmmm_s of approval that were only slightly exaggerated. Goddamn, did he love the taste of his sister's pussy...

When he was finished enjoying the residue of his labour, Max glanced over at the wall chart and was amused to realize they were only just now about halfway through the trip. Catching him staring at the sign, Joyce lowered her ears sheepishly and looked forward again, giving herself an excuse to do so by reaching down to tug her sodden panties back over her mound.

"You know," the playful male said, "I only came right before we got to our stop."

"Shut up," she muttered, "I was making it last for you, and I needed it more than you did..."

"I wasn't going to tease you," Max lied, slightly indignantly.

"Oh yeah? Then what were you about to say?" his lover replied, calling his bluff. Instantly, he leaned forward and nipped her affectionately on the ear with his front teeth.

"You come beautifully," he whispered, without hesitation, "I love watching you get off."

"Maxy, stop!" Joyce giggled, in a tone that screamed the exact opposite sentiment. Encouraged, he began to plant a trail of kisses along her shoulder and neck, pausing to praise her.

"The way you tremble in my arms, the sensual way you whimper and cry - God, I could listen to you moan forever - and the glorious scents you put in the air!" He growled sensually and winked at her.

"Okay, okay, you've made your point!" Joyce laughed, before thoughtfully adding "I just wish I could hide those 'sensual whimpers and cries' as well as you could, that was embarrassing..." Putting on a thoughtful expression, Max nodded sagely.

"True, you'd definitely have gotten us caught." Caught off-guard, Joyce began tittering again at her brother's deadpan earnestness.

"Maxy!"

When the giggles died down, the Petersons took a moment to just cuddle, holding each other close and enjoying Joyce's afterglow. Eventually, though, Joyce looked up at her brother, and a familiar smirk had returned to her muzzle.

"By the way, took you long enough," she said, "I thought you'd have dragged me into a bathroom stall before we left the wax museum!" Completely unfazed, he leaned in and licked her nose, making her muzzle scrunch up amusingly.

"You say that like you weren't crying and begging me to finish you off like five seconds ago," he said, pointing to the garish souvenir cap on his head, "I think we both know that this is exactly where the hat belongs." Joyce chuckled in a way that didn't quite ring true.

"Oh, you say that now, but you'll change your tune once I have my revenge!" she said, with enthusiasm, "Right when you least expect it, you're going to wake up tied to your bed, and I get to teach you to love pegging, like..." Blinking, Joyce grinned smugly, whispering directly to her brother.

"...Like a good boy."

To Max's chagrin, he shivered instinctively, embarrassed that the words brought back the memory of Joyce's giggles as he spurted in his pants... and more than a little surprised that a non-zero amount of himself was kind of curious about the pegging idea; he'd never once imagined himself letting a girl fuck him in the ass with a strap-on, and he hastily pushed the idea out of his mind rather than start now. Seeing the effect her words had on her lover, Joyce winked - and clenched her butt cheeks, causing them to tighten noticeably on either side of Max's cock, through their clothes. Max swallowed a gasp of unexpected pleasure - it felt like hot dogging, and he loved Joyce's soft ass, it was one of his favourite features of hers, so he was particularly weak against it.

Growling, embarrassed, he gave her a dirty look.

"I think you know damn well that there's only one way I'm getting tied up with you," he said, emphasizing the word 'tied' juuuust slightly, to make it clear he was talking about his knot, and not actual rope.

"Just you wait..." Joyce teased, ominously, "I'm gonna make you squeal..." With that, she turned forward and pulled herself to her feet - pressing her butt harder against her brother's dick for a moment in the process.

"Just gonna stretch my legs for a moment..." she murmured, but Max was barely listening. She clearly hadn't learned her lesson. Well, either that, or she was up for seconds, and was doing it on purpose. For a moment, he just sat there, staring at her butt just in front of him. Then the train must have hit a dent in the tracks or something, as it shuddered quite hard. The slender female grabbed hold of the vertical pole in front of her with both hands to keep from falling, and her mate suddenly had a beautiful, delicious thought.

Max stood up, quickly stepping up close behind his lover. She started to turn back towards him, then tensed up and yelped as he grabbed her ass with both hands, giving it a squeeze.

"Max!" Joyce gasped, giving him a distinct look of 'Have you lost your goddamned mind' even as he felt her push back against his hands just a little.

"Don't mind me, babe, just keep holding onto that pole..." he murmured, as his hands slid down onto her thighs... and then doubled back, slipping under the surprised female's skirt.

"Max," she repeated, "Just what the fuck do you think you're d-doing?" Her stutter came as Max slid his hand down onto her mound once again, cupping Joyce's heated, moist slit through the wrinkled fabric of her soaked panties.

"Well, you clearly missed the moral of the story we just went through, so I thought I would try and make it clearer," he said, vaguely. He began to rub, lightly brushing his fingertips against her clitoris, and Joyce whimpered, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Ohhhhhh, M-Maxy, please..." she moaned, softly, "I j-just came! I'm still s-so sensitive!"

"Well, maybe the lesson will sink in better if I make you come again," he said, tweaking her clit through her underwear, "Maybe even a third time, just to be on the safe side." She shuddered against him, her ears slowly lowering back down to her scalp.

"But I'll go crazy!" she protested, "That'll be too intense!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have forgotten who wears the hat, then," he teased, winking at her and giving her vulva another possessive squeeze.

As Joyce met his gaze, Max pushed her panties aside again and slipped two fingers back inside her pussy, her already-lubricated state making it nice and easy. She bit her lip and let out a canine whine as her lover rubbed his fingers along her inner channel, clearly struggling with the overstimulation.

"Please, big brother," she said more softly, more respectfully, "You - you can't just frig me off again, not here, if someone got on, it would be super obvious!" Curious, Max experimentally extended his thumb and stroked her clit with it for a few seconds. Her pussy clenched down hard on his fingers, she shuddered visibly and whimpered aloud, but Joyce made no action whatsoever to actually stop him, and he suspected she was more than a little into this.

'That's my girl...' he thought. It isn't what he said, though.

"Well, don't worry, little sister, because you'll be happy to know that I'm not planning to frig you off," he said, pulling his digits free, and he felt her relax just a little, letting out her breath in a sigh. Letting go of her butt, he reached back and took hold of his own zipper, tugging it down in a single smooth motion - and twisting the tab slightly as he did it so the ziiiiiiip would be louder than usual. Her ears twitching at the sound, Joyce gasped, staring at her brother with eyes as wide as saucers as he stepped even closer and fished his cock out of his fly, careful to keep it hidden beneath Joyce's skirt. With an eager grin, he finished that thought.

"...I'm going to fuck you instead."

Joyce's eyes darted down, instinctively looking towards her brother's stiff dick, even though her view was blocked by her own tail and skirt. Looking back up, she swallowed, and Max sensed that she was being just a touch more honest with him than she'd been for most of the day.

"Max, that's really fucking hot, but we can't, we shouldn't," she said, blushing, "Th-this isn't a porno movie, someone could get on while we were - and then we'd be really, really screwed, and don't you make a joke about that, that wasn't on purpose, but we could get arrested, we could get ch-charged with incest, and public indecency, and God, who knows what else!" She was starting to babble, clearly anxious. Max interrupted her next run-on sentence by nudging one of her soft buttocks with the nearly conical head of his prick, and she yelped endearingly and started to step away from her brother.

"Maxy, p-please, we can't do this just because it's sexy, we - nnngh!" She tensed up as the hand that had never left her ass suddenly took a very firm hold of her hip, pulling her back to her spot directly in front of Max, who growled possessively.

The movement pulled them closer than they had been before, and the tip of Max's hard prick tapped against Joyce's glistening labia; Max felt a spasm he was about 80% sure was another of those involuntary clenches he liked to coax out of her. Joyce yelped, but then she turned to look over her shoulder, looking a little irritated on top of the anxiety and arousal that had already been written all over her face.

"Come on, Maxy, this is hot as hell, but it's also crazy, and you know it," she said, "so lemme go already, you already rubbed me off in here..." Max wanted Joyce with every atom of his being, and standing this close to her, it was like he was drowning in her scent, which only sent his desire skyrocketing. Even so, he wouldn't dream of forcing Joyce to do anything she hadn't consented to, the idea of actually hurting the smaller wolf was abhorrent to him. He was going to have to use his words and convince her if he hoped to walk away without blue balls.

Max reached up and stroked one hand through Joyce's hair, very delicately. Her tail twitched like it wanted to wag but was being held still.

"You know what? You're right," he said, "if someone got on the train and saw us fucking, it would be game over, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars." Obligingly, the exterior doors opened, revealing a platform that didn't look a whole hell of a lot different from the one they'd boarded from. Max nudged Joyce's slit with his cock just to make her squirm, then gestured broadly to the door.

"But take a look out there, little sister, there weren't that many people boarding with us, and we haven't seen a single person the entire time we've been, heh... riding." He nudged her again to underline that last word, and she whimpered with conflicted desire.

"It's late, most people have gone home already, we've probably got the run of the place," Max continued, his own tail wagging behind him, "So all that really matters is what we want."

He bent down, kissing her at the gentle curve where her neck met her shoulder, and she shuddered, sighing softly.

"So tell me, Joyce, and be honest with me," the sensual male whispered, "Do you want it?" Avoiding his gaze, she bit her lip, eyes darting back and forth between the door, which was now closing again, and her lover. Closing her eyes with embarrassment, Joyce nodded.

"Y-yes, I want it..." she whispered back, her voice trembling. He kissed her on the throat.

"Tell me what you want, say the words," he teased, "You know you love it as much as I do..."

"Bastard..." Joyce muttered, without much anger behind it. Then she took a deep breath and looked forward again, shivering in Max's arms.

"I... I want you!" she admitted, "I want my big brother's dick!"

It was Max's turn to shudder, and he grinned ferally, nudging her playfully with his tool again. This time, he pressed hard enough that the very tip of his dick spread her labia apart, but no sooner had he felt her moist heat before he pulled back. Joyce moaned piteously and pushed her hips back against him.

"C'mon, Maxy, y-you got me all turned on again, you can't just tease me!" she begged, "I - I want you inside me, you wanna be inside me, s-so just fuck me already before I go crazy!" Max chuckled, reaching down to stroke a single finger against Joyce's clit. It throbbed against his fingertip and the needy female whimpered yet again. Leaning forward, Max took hold of his cock and touched it to Joyce's pussy again, lightly rubbing it up and down along his sister's wet slit. She bit her lip and made no sound, but her tail flagged up high when she wasn't paying attention, body language that meant - well, the same thing she'd been saying out loud, really.

Joyce's legs were shaking and shuddering as her brother mercilessly teased her pussy.

"Say 'please'," he whispered.

"Please!" she gasped, instantly, "Oh God, Max..."

"Alright, I'll show mercy... just as soon as you answer two questions." Ohhh, she didn't like that, that's for sure. She looked over her shoulder and openly growled at him, her lips peeling back to reveal her wickedly sharp teeth.

"What?! Dammit, Max, I -"

"First question!" he gleefully interrupted, "Who wears the hat?" Her eyes widened back up and it was like the surprise hit her so hard, the anger fell right off her face.

"N-no, I won't say it..." she insisted, averting her gaze. Silently, Max leaned away from her, pulling his cock away from her wet, needy entrance.

"Wait no!" she whined, "Okay, okay, dammit..." Letting her head drop for a moment, Joyce sighed, her voice almost imperceptible above the noise of the train. "...You wear the hat."

Leaning forward and resuming brushing his rigid manhood up and down along her slit, Max smiled.

"Good. Second question..." he bent down and whispered directly in her ear. "Who do you belong to?" Pulling one hand away from the vertical bar to cover her face in embarrassment, Joyce nonetheless immediately played along.

"I... I belong to you," she whispered, shuddering again, "I'm yours, big brother..." One of Max's ears twitched as he heard a sound, struggling for a moment before identifying it as a droplet of Joyce's juices dripping to the floor between her feet. She was really getting off to this...

"Good answers," Max teased, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear... and just like you're mine, I'm all yours..." Joyce arched her back and cried out in pleasure as he spoke those last three words, but that's probably just because he said them as he finally pushed forward, his prick parting his little sister's labia and sliding into her eager pussy in a single, smooth thrust.

"Oh - oh m-my fucking God..." Joyce moaned, as her inner walls spread apart and made room for her incestuous visitor. She had previously confessed that one of her favourite things about sex with her brother was the way his thick cock stretched her out, but she'd denied ever saying it the second Max even suggested that she was a size queen. He pushed himself in until his knot met her mound, then stopped; he was definitely going to make her his, but tying her on a public train was such a terrible idea that even his lust-addled brain wasn't trying to sell him on it.

After taking a long moment to savour the velvety feeling of his sister's vagina fitted snugly around his dick, Max leaned back, moving just his hips as he pulled back until only the tapered head of his cock remained inside. He briefly considered lingering there until she whimpered cutely, but the truth was by this point he was getting pretty worked up himself, so he just pushed back inside.

"Hnnngh..." Joyce groaned, shuddering again as he nearly hilted himself in her.

"At least_try_ to hold yourself together," Max teased, "Maybe no one's getting on, but we could still be overheard..." She glanced over her shoulder to give him a Look, only to yelp as he responded by giving her butt the lightest of smacks. The playful male enjoyed the way she clenched down on him, and he churred to his blushing lover as he drew back again, keeping the momentum going after this thrust to start pumping himself in and out of Joyce's eager pussy. Max could feel her wetness dripping from his knot, sense the desperate desire just beneath the surface. He'd really pushed her buttons this time.

"You know," he whispered, "if you'd just admit you love submitting to me, this would be so much easier for both of us..." She looked at him as if he'd cast doubt on her parentage.

"Keep up that talk, and you're never getting your dick out of me," she said, warningly. Max grinned and winked salaciously at her.

"Threatening me with a good time, are you?"

Joyce grumbled to herself as she looked forward again, but she wasn't even trying to hide her tail wagging madly. Max thought it was absolutely adorable of her, but it also felt like she was waving a small flag directly above the site of their forbidden union, so even though they could probably count on privacy until they were done, he still found himself catching and holding her tail in his hand. He was at least trying to be subtle about it, making shallower thrusts than usual and keeping his movements slow and smooth so they wouldn't draw the attention of hypothetical people, just in case someone really did join them in the middle of this. For her part, Joyce was clinging to the pole with both hands like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality, and struggling to contain her whimpers and moans as her brother slid home again and again. She had already started pushing back against his thrusts, shuddering each time he filled her up, and Max figured it would be perfect if he could just figure out a subtle way to be a gentleman and rub her clit for her...

Leaning in closer, and 'masking' the movement by kissing her on the cheek, Max slipped both his hands to Joyce's hips. He held her firmly as he drove himself in and out of her slick, trembling channel, adding to the pleasure that was slowly growing within both of them.

"M-Maxy..." Joyce moaned softly. Nuzzling against her cheek, he churred to her.

"The one and only," he whispered, "Just for you." She pushed back against him, keeping him fully hilted in her for a moment - minus his knot, which pulsed ominously against her vulva. Immensely turned on by just how into it his lover was, Max slipped his left hand around the front of Joyce's pelvis, slipping his fingertips into her panties from below and seeking out her love button, wanting to reward her enthusiasm. The moment he touched her clit, Joyce gasped, leaning forward to press her mouth against the back of one hand, muffling a deep, pleasured moan. It was harder to hide the shudder that ran down her back, or the way her pussy gripped her brother so tight for a moment that he couldn't move.

"Hey, forget your collar idea," he whispered to her, squeezing her nub, "Maybe we should get this pierced, and put a 'Max's Bitch' tag on it, what do you think?" Joyce growled (but did not stop pushing back against his thrusts).

"Don't you th-threaten my ladybits, or I'll get 'free parking in rear' t-tattooed over your asshole!" she said, and Max threw back his head and laughed. Honestly, it wasn't that funny, but his brain was already swimming in dopamine thanks to the pleasure and his sister's pheromones, so getting to that level of amusement wasn't a long trip.

The two wolves writhed against each other, trembling and grunting and letting out shuddery breaths as they made love in this least subtle of locations. Max figured he was probably being a bit obvious, with both his hands under Joyce's skirt, but he was so lost to his lust that it was a distant, ambiguous worry, something he couldn't really bring himself to care too hard about while he was balls-deep in his sister's heated pussy. A thought popped into his head, and a smirk wrapped around the side of his muzzle. The muscular male kissed his lover on the throat again to draw her attention as he let go of her hip with his free hand and slid it down next to his cock, laying his thumb along the underside of his prick so that it slid into Joyce with his manhood for a few strokes. He pulled the thumb away before she noticed the changed sensation, and was amused to find it glistening in the light, literally dripping with Joyce's sweet, flavourful juices.

Max returned the hand to Joyce's butt, rubbing and massaging at one of her cheeks with his palm. His other hand briefly stopped diddling her clit - she instantly whined in protest, but said nothing - in order to slip around back and tug her panties further to the side, so that rather than just exposing the entrance to Joyce's vagina, it freed her entire vulva, giving him freer access to her love button... and it also exposed her anus. His tail wagging eagerly, Max gripped her butt tight, maneuvring his dripping thumb into position at the tight, wrinkled rosebud beneath Joyce's tail. Then, the trembling she-wolf gasped as Max touched his thumb against it, and before she could so much as say his name in a scandalized tone, the confident male pressed down, hard, and after struggling valiantly for a few seconds, the ring of muscle reluctantly surrendered, allowing Max's thumb to side an inch or so into his sister's virgin rump.

Joyce arched her back, letting go of the pole with one hand for exactly as long as it took to cover her mouth to muffle what seemed a bit like a shriek.

"M-Max!" she said, when she'd recovered enough to speak, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I'm f-fingering your ass while I fuck you," he said, matter-of-factly, "What does it feel like I'm d-doing?" She reached back and swatted ineffectually at his arm, but he just pushed the thumb in a little deeper and tweaked her clit with his other hand, making Joyce go weak at the knees and requiring her to grab the pole with both hands again.

"Dammit, b-big brother, that is an 'exit only' hole!" she snapped, sounding no less fierce for the way her legs trembled, "You can't just shove stuff in without asking!" Max chuckled playfully.

"Aww, c'mon, you have such a beautiful ass, sis," he replied, shamelessly, "You know how much I l-love your ass, I've just always wanted to play with it is all..."

"You're such a friggin' pervert!" she complained, the pot calling the kettle black, "Get that stupid thumb out of me!"

Sighing silently through his nostrils, Max reluctantly but obediently started to slip the offending digit free, but he'd only gotten it back about half an inch before Joyce made a distressed little noise, her rump pushing back onto his thumb. The curious male cocked his head to one side, confused, until he caught a glimpse of a look of surprise flickering across his sibling's face. It was as if the thumb felt so good to Joyce that her body refused to give it up, even if her mind insisted she wasn't enjoying it. Unable to help but grin, Max looked her straight in the eyes.

"...Are you sure?" he asked, enunciating each syllable clearly. She frowned, her flush looking distinctly blushy.

"Wh-what do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm su_aahh!_" He'd waited until she was speaking, then slipped his thumb out and back into her, a single quick, smooth motion that made her voice hitch up revealingly. She'd shuddered, too, her knees shaking hard. Seeing that Max had been drinking in every detail of her reaction, Joyce let out a canine whine, surrendering to her desire and submissively allowing the thumb to stay up her butt. Her brother mouthed the words 'good girl' at her, and she clenched down on both his cock and his thumb, looking forward. She was squirming from side to side, whimpering and whining from the unexpected guest in her rump. Max, of course, hadn't even slowed down his thrusting, and he'd been smiling the entire time like the proverbial dog who finally had his day.

For a few moments, the elder wolf considered the pros and cons of teasing his lover about secretly enjoying the thumb in her ass, but ultimately decided that as much fun as it would be listening to her denying it even as her rump clenched his digit eagerly, the delight wouldn't be worth making her mad at him in the long run. So he pretended he hadn't noticed, and instead came up with an option to let her save face.

"Hmmm, you say no, I say y-yes, looks like we've got a t-tie," he replied, cheekily, "Oooh, shall we consult the hat for a tiebreaker?" The slender female sighed heavily, pouting as she stared at the wall in front of them.

"...I'll show you t-tied," she muttered, lowering her ears submissively... for now.

"What was that?" Max asked, curiously. Alas, he'd been born with an Inherited sense of smell, not hearing.

"J-just shut up and fuck me..." Joyce grumbled, pushing back against his next thrust with a little more enthusiasm than before.

Having more or less received permission, Max began to slowly work his thumb in and out of his sister's tight, virginal backside, enjoying the way it enhanced her trembling and shuddering. He twisted the hand attached to that thumb so he could give her soft cheek the lightest of slaps, and she yelped softly and clenched down with both the front and back doors at the same time.

"Mmmm, makes me wish I had two dicks," he teased, "the way you always talk about feeling full, I bet you'd love that..." Joyce growled softly, but her ears remained down and respectful.

"Yep, definitely a pervert..." she sighed, as if he hadn't spoken. She was acting quite put-upon, but Max knew Joyce better than anyone else on Earth, he could read her like a book even through her bratty mask, and he never would have insisted on playing with her butt if he believed for a moment that she really didn't want it, that she wasn't curious about trying something new. For starters, with both of his hands now occupied playing with her treasures, her tail was once again free to wag madly above her butt.

The Petersons writhed and ground against each other, shivering and gasping as they focused on their pleasure, on each other. Joyce had closed her eyes to focus on the sensations coming from beneath her skirt, and she was visibly biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Max was losing himself in his play, driving himself all the way to the edge of his knot again and again and desperately trying to ignore the lupine instincts that were screaming at him to push Joyce up against the pole and shove that knot inside, to tie her and make her his, no matter how breathtakingly stupid a plan that was. Idle hands were the devil's playthings, so he was also feverishly working his sister's sensitive flesh, wringing every drop of pleasure he could out of the trembling female. Her boobs did seem awfully neglected, now that he thought about it, so he showed mercy on her clitoris for a bit, releasing the throbbing nub to free his hand. The muscular wolf reached up, slipping his hand back under Joyce's shirt to fondle her soft mounds. He left the hand playing with her butt right where it was, figuring she wouldn't want that one touching her anywhere else for a little while. She arched her back and groaned as her lover churred to her.

"Your n-nipples are so hard," he observed, poking at one hard, crinkled point, "Wanna c-carve our names on the window g-glass?" Incredibly, the slender female did not dignify this question with a response, instead shuddering and clenching down hard on the prick inside her as its tip nudged one of her sensitive spots.

"Hnnngh... H-how is this so good?" Joyce wondered out loud, "I d-don't understand, It's so s-slow, and not hard at all..." Kissing her on the ear and making it twitch, Max smiled.

"Gentle can be g-good too, baby," he said, lowering his voice to keep it under control. It had the effect of making his voice deep and sensual, which he appreciated. As he felt her soft walls squeezing down hard on his cock, he decided that she'd appreciated it as well.

Max was enjoying playing with his sister's soft breasts, but as much as she liked being fondled, Joyce was squirming, protesting the absence of stimulation to her needy clit.

"Oh - oh God, don't edge m-me, Maxy, p-please, I was g-getting close..." she whimpered. Instead of responding in words, Max let go of her tits (after one last fond pinch to a nipple) and reached around her shoulders, wrapping his arm around her slender torso, and pulling her back against his chest. Then he leaned over her shoulder and was delighted when Joyce, seeing what he intended, turned to look back at him so they could kiss. Their wide, flat tongues eagerly wrestled against each other, coiling and dancing as they expressed the need, the hunger, they felt for each other.

Twisting his hand, Max gave Joyce's rump another playful swat, and after yelping and clenching down enjoyably, she giggled into the kiss, churring with delight. Max churred back, and they enjoyed the buzzing sensation for a bit. When they broke off the kiss and Max let go of Joyce, the trembling she-wolf remained back against her brother, clearly enjoying the contact between them. As if underlining that statement, Joyce moaned softly when Max's hand returned to her clitoris. She tensed up hard as the eager male began to stroke her love button once again, her head flopping back to rest on his shoulder as she looked up to the ceiling, jostling slightly each time her muscular lover drove himself into her tight channel.

"Ohhh..." she sighed, "Oh, big brother..." The way she said those words, Max could swear the 'i' in 'big' was dotted with a heart. A powerful shudder ran down his spine; he loved it when Joyce was so open with her feelings, which just hurried him towards the edge faster.

Their stop was getting closer, but so were the Petersons. They shuddered and writhed against each other, openly panting and trembling, their pelts gleaming with sweat. Joyce's pussy was beginning to clench and spasm around Max's achingly rigid dick, and he knew she wasn't far off. Handily, neither was he.

"Fuuuuuck..." he sighed, closing his eyes to focus on the moment, "I'm - I'm so close, baby, I'm g-gonna fuckin' come..." Joyce whimpered eagerly, pushing back against her brother's thrusts with even more enthusiasm than before.

"Yessss, Maxy, do it, c-come inside me," she begged, "I want it s-so bad, I've wanted it all d-day long..." The panting male's eyes were still closed, so he didn't see the mischievous way that Joyce was smiling. He also didn't see the way she was adjusting her grip on the vertical pole she'd been clinging to this whole time, her hands tightening and her elbows raising a little higher. This was unfortunate for Max, as it meant he was caught completely unprepared when Joyce used this new grip to shove the pole as hard as she possibly could with both arms, snarling out loud with the effort. Distantly, Max's lupine brain thought it was the most attractive sound she'd made all day, but mostly, he was just panicking from stumbling backwards and losing all sense of balance.

Max's eyes flew open and he barked out a confused, alarmed sound, but it was already too late, he'd only taken a step and a half backwards before the backs of his calves had collided with the bench seat they'd been sitting in while Max diddled Joyce earlier. Crying out a profanity more loudly than he'd have liked, the unbalanced male could do nothing but fall backwards into a sitting position, instinctively grabbing hold of Joyce and keeping her against him as they fell, his free hand even finding itself between her legs again, albeit in a much less subtle position.

"Ahh!" The cry burst forth from two mouths at the same time, their abrupt landing accompanied by what was frankly an overwhelming sensation for both of them: Joyce's weight, falling onto Max's lap, caused her to push all the way down on her brother's cock, and his swollen knot shoved straight past her labia and locked itself in place in Joyce's vagina. His mind reeled from the sudden snugness, from the incomparable sensation of being tied to a female, his female, even if it had been the precise opposite of what his logical brain wanted right now. He tried to address this wonderfully pleasant betrayal, but only got two words deep before the pleasure overcame his stunned defences and defeated him.

"L-little sister..." he moaned, before clenching his teeth to keep his cries contained as his prick began to throb and pulse, painting the walls of Joyce's love canal with thick, creamy spurts of fresh jism. Pleasure exploded forth with every jet of hot, sticky come, Max's feet twitching on the floor of the train as his toes clenched again and again in time with his orgasm; the shuddering male distantly wanted to be dismayed about being unexpectedly tied in a public place, but he found, to his shame, that it was impossible to focus on anything that felt bad while he was emptying his balls into his sibling's welcoming snatch. Suddenly, Joyce tensed up in his lap, and she grabbed onto his arms, barking once before following his example.

"Oh, big brotherrrrr!" Joyce cried, letting her head flop back and rest on Max's shoulder so she could focus on the intense pleasure. She was coming too, and hard. She whimpered and whined and gasped as her inner walls squeezed and rippled along her lover's throbbing cock, encouraging him to spill even more seed into her greedy pussy, filling her with his love. Growling, Max hunched down and bit his sister on the shoulder, marking her as his. As if she'd read his mind for that thought, Joyce returned the favour, reaching up and dragging her claws along Max's broad arm, leaving shallow gouges that similarly marked him as hers. His brain struggling to function through the pleasure, Max realized his hand was in the perfect place to help Joyce along, and he sought out her throbbing clit once more, rubbing and stroking it as she squirmed and shuddered and covered her mouth to keep her enthusiastic moans contained. He also resumed working his thumb in and out of her rump for good measure, when it wasn't clenching down too, that is. The Petersons held onto each other for dear life as they rode out their climaxes, both of them pushing each other to greater and greater heights of ecstasy in the riskiest place they'd ever made love.

As nice as it would have been to just keep coming and coming together until the end of time, Max and Joyce eventually slumped back against the seat, panting and as limp as if they were boneless - with the notable exception of Max's dick, of course, which remained iron-hard, his swollen knot preventing him from pulling out without hurting someone.

"Oh... oh my f-fucking God..." Joyce was whimpering, "I - I came so - so fuckin' hard, I c-can't see, there's j-just stars..." Max just groaned in relief, saving his energy for the part where he was going to be righteously upset with her for this fun new situation they found themselves in. For the moment, they weren't caught yet, so he was taking his time and savouring his afterglow while he still could. He held his lover close in a loose embrace, enjoying the warmth of her, the weight, the way her scent filled the air around him, his own scent being totally undetectable to him, of course.

Max began to run his fingers through Joyce's long hair, taking a moment to nuzzle against her cheek from behind. Opening her eyes again, focusing on her brother, Joyce smiled tiredly, practically sparkling with contentment. She reached up and back, gently stroking his cheek, scruffing her fingers through his fur... and then, the grinning she-wolf reached still further up, plucked the wax museum hat from Max's head, and placed it firmly upon her own head. Max was fairly sure her tail would be wagging like crazy if she weren't sitting in his lap.

"I'll j-just take that back, thank y-you very much!" she said, triumphantly. Letting his own head loll backwards, Max groaned softly, rubbing his forehead and wondering how he'd gotten in this predicament, while Joyce continued to giggle in triumph.

Deciding to check, just to make sure, Max slipped both his hands under the delighted female's soft, perky rump, lifting her upwards and immediately discovering that yes, his knot was firmly locked inside his little sister's vagina, and it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Jooooooyce," he finally sighed, letting more whine through into his voice than he'd normally prefer, "Why did you do that? Oh my God, we're seriously boned..." He immediately regretted that choice of words, but it was too late.

"Well, I know I'm seriously boned," Joyce teased, her pussy clenching down on her brother's still-hard cock, "But if you want to follow suit, we'll have to wait until we get home, I didn't bring my strap-on."

"Laugh it up, very funny," he grumbled, and then, after a pause: "Wait, you own a strap-on?" Crossing her arms and raising her chin haughtily, Joyce sniffed dismissively.

"Just because we stopped having sex for a while doesn't mean I stopped having a social life," she said. There was still a fair amount of playfulness in her voice, and Max couldn't tell whether or not she was kidding. Could she really...? Despite himself, and despite the fact that he just came, the surprised male swallowed, his mouth dry, as he wondered whether Joyce had dated girls during the years they hadn't been together, and how in the world he hadn't heard about it. He'd never picked up so much as a hint that Joyce swung both ways... Of course, he supposed, some of those guys he had known about could have been bend-over-boyfriends, but that train of thought once again lead to the mental image of himself getting fucked in the ass by his sister, so he quickly (and very self-consciously) discarded it.

Max continued to rub between his eyes. He didn't actually have a headache, but maybe he could prevent one if he kept going.

"I'm trying so hard to be angry at you," he said, "since we're gonna get caught and all... but it's really, really difficult to be mad when I'm balls-deep in your pussy and I just came super hard." She laughed openly at that one, or perhaps at the grumpy way he said such lewd words, snuggling back against him.

"Maaan, I had this whole thing planned for the end, too," he grumbled. Looking up at him, beaming brightly, Joyce licked his chin.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked, eagerly. Max had to struggle to maintain his scowl, silently cursing her enthusiasm.

"Well, right at the end, when I was, you know, shooting my load into you, I was gonna ask you how it felt to be your big brother's bitch," he admitted.

"Nice callback! And it was hot!" she said, sounding genuinely delighted, "Maybe you could hold onto that one..." He slipped his hand under her skirt and lightly flicked her clitoris with one finger, making her yelp and tense up from head to toe, including on his cock and thumb. Reminded of that, Max quietly slipped that thumb out of her ass; it looked fine, but felt slick with sweat, so he quietly wiped it off on her skirt in defiance of the hat. She'd never know, and they probably wouldn't be wearing anything long once they got home... provided they weren't locked up for indecent exposure before they got there.

"I was gonna come inside you without the knot, and then, ah, steal your panties, make you admit that you love submitting to me before I'd give 'em back," Max said, conversationally, "Y'know, since the come would be running down your thighs without them." Joyce said nothing outwardly, but shivered and clenched again. The muscular male chuckled, despite himself.

"Ohh, you like that one, eh?" he said, prodding her in the side with a finger. "Maybe I'll recycle that one, too..." Blushing, somehow, Joyce pouted and averted her gaze, looking surprisingly like her brother when she did. There was a pause, and Max sensed she was struggling to find something to say that would give her the upper hand again.

"...I knew you were into panties," she finally muttered, "Ever since that first time we fucked again, I could almost swear they've been going missing..." she trailed off, crossing her arms again as Max laughed delightedly.

At that moment, the train came to a halt once again, and the doors slid open at the appropriate time, revealing their stop, the home stretch, the station where their car was parked, whatever you wanted to call it. Joyce wordlessly gave another tug on her brother's knot, but it remained as stubbornly buried inside her as before. She turned to look back at her lover, who regarded her with a supremely beleaguered expression. Together, they looked back over at the doors and sat in silence. No one boarded, and after a short wait, the doors slid closed again, and the train left their stop behind. Leaning back against their chair and sighing again, Max looked up at the ceiling.

"So, I don't suppose you know whether this subway line is the kind that goes in a loop, or the kind that goes in a straight line and ends, do you?" he asked. Joyce just giggled and nuzzled back against him.

"I love you, big brother," she murmured, as affectionately as you like. Unable to resist the sheer cuteness, Max smiled slightly.

"Love you too, little sister... even if you do make me crazy sometimes."

The slender female churred, pleased, and Max leaned in just enough to whisper in her ear.

"Whether it's tonight or not, I'm gonna get you for this, you know."

"Oh yeah?" Joyce replied, "Tell me about it."

"Ohhh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," Max replied, stroking his fingers through her hair again. "But just for starters, I am gonna fuck you so hard..." The smug she-wolf giggled again, sounding positively enchanted by this idea.

"Mmmm, your turn to threaten me with a good time, I see..." Joyce said, and then laughed aloud at the look on Max's face as he sighed resignedly and leaned forward to hug his lover - which gave his tail just enough room to wag madly.

And so, the train sped off down the tunnel, carrying the Petersons to an unknown future. The northwestern wolves might bicker from time to time, and they might struggle with each other for relationship supremacy, but in the end, they both belonged to each other, and if they were as good at building a life together as they were at pushing each other's buttons (in both senses of the phrase), they were gonna be just fine together... if they didn't get arrested first.