FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Now, this kind of story is not my usual ground to tread upon so you'll have to bear with me. Broadening ones horizons can mean learning some new things and gleam new incites about oneself. So any comments about how I preformed in this story would be most appreciated and would help me a lot. Enjoy.

Oh of course the usual boring disclaimer I've randomly decided to insert in this story.

Warning: The following story contains descriptions of an adult nature. Those under the age of 18 should not read this story, for fear of how it might affect your fragile little mind. Yes, I am patronising you but you know who you are so leave now, I'm not joking. This story contains incest and should more than likely be avoided by people who dislike such things that come under that title. I cannot be held accountable for you actions beyond this point.

Mark sat at the foot of his bed, watching eagerly the television as he thumbed his controller. His eyes would never leave the screen as he became so wrapped up in his gaming that the world around him became a blur of other noises and movements. Having only just entered his teens and having a less than active social life, this was the way he liked to relax on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

His large fluffy tail swished idly from side to side and an ear would flick every so often. If there was something exciting and intense happening in the game, his tail would change its pace to a frantic wag and his ears would prick up.

His foxy orange fur was noticeably adolescent in places, where it had not taken on its full orange colour and stayed a lighter shade. Both his chest and ruff were a pure white colour and had a huggable soft fluffy texture, left over from his preteens. He was quite envious of some of the other male furs in his class, as they had already developed quite broad chests and muscles. He was not exactly a twig, but he did not have much in the way of muscle or fat to him. He was relatively lean and fairly juvenile in the looks department.

There was a knock at his door. Not having anything to hide, he shouted for the person to come on in. He momentarily paused his game when he had the first chance to and looked over at the door. There stood his sister, Hazel, a vixen of unparalleled kindness and the attitude of a genuine angel. In a way, Mark idolised his older sister, not just because she was 3 years his senior, but also because she respected him. Something rarely found in siblings nowadays. He gave a quick smile at her and resumed play.

"Hey little bro," she chirped and entered his room, walking towards him. She was basically the same as him, orange furred, big tail and the ears to match. The only noticeable and somewhat obvious differences were, the fact that she had a pair of perfectly rounded breasts and long strawberry blonde hair. Whereas Marks hair was more a small tuft of brown. Mark was also quite considerably smaller than her. He was at least a foot smaller and she was none to tall herself. He was a mere four-foot tall and Hazel was easily five foot. Hazel wore a smile on her muzzle almost all the time and seemed to always have a song in her heart.

"Hey sis, what you been up to?" He smiled and asked politely.

"Nothing much really, just trying to avoid doing that assignment I was set for homework," she chuckled lightly, making a playful cringe as she did so. He joined her, knowing all to well that the assignment was a particularly harsh one to muddle through and that there were plenty of fun things to do on a Saturday other than homework.

She flopped over onto his bed, making it shake up and down slightly from her forceful action. She led down and rested her head on his pillow. She watched the television screen for a while, her mind wandering idly and a quiet hum escaping her muzzle.

Mark would usually be a little intimidated by another fur older than him watching every move he made, but he didn't mind when it was his sister. He found himself trying harder to win his game, like he wanted to impress her or something. It wasn't like it was unusual for Hazel to lie on his bed and just daydream anyway. Hazel herself liked to be in the company of her younger brother and she knew how much Mark looked up to her.

Hazel closed her eyes and she disappeared into one of her daydreams in know time. Her mind and functions tended to drift slightly when she got enthralled into whatever fantasy her mind was concocting. Subconsciously and seemingly completely unknown to her, she had moved a foot paw and placed it on Marks back. He quickly turned around to see what she wanted, but noticed that she had her eyes closed. He figured he was simply being used as a footrest and turned back to his game, he didn't mind really. He thought that whatever Hazel was doing in her daydream, she was in desperate need of somewhere to rest her foot.

After a few minutes, the foot became really quite uncomfortable pushing into his back like that. Mark was about to move it when Hazel started to make an odd sound. He turned around to see that she had a somewhat satisfied look on her face and the odd sound was her softly murring. The claws of her feet extended outwards and scratched lightly at his back. Mark sat stock-still; the only part of him that was moving was his ear, which flicked madly. Although it was through his shirt, he could still feel her sharp claws making furrows in his fur.

Mark had lost control of his gaming and only realised how badly he was doing when he glanced back at the screen. He tried his best to keep eyes and mind on the screen, but her stroking became more sensuous. Mark found himself becoming oddly aroused. It wasn't exactly an unusual thing for this to happen to him, becoming sexually aroused that is. Ever since he had hit double figures, he had discovered much about his own body and how he could conjure up wonderful pleasure from such simple things. But this was different; he couldn't help but feel an odd restraint and a feeling of 'this is wrong.'

Despite these feelings, a paw drifted slowly over his clothed sheath. It continued to slowly and soundlessly unzip his flies. When the main barrier between his paw and his member was broken, he slipped inside his boxers to find his flesh protruding slightly from his sheath. He teased himself at first, just trying to coax his full length outwards. A soft moan escaped his muzzle as Hazel began to scratch more furiously at his back.

He placed a furry thumb and index finger around his growing penis and stroked at it lightly. Another moan of increased audibility trickled from his muzzle. His pawing off became a little faster as he could feel a climax on the horizon. There was something unknown and unseen about this situation that really made him horny. The pawing motion on his back became more intense and he could hear Hazel humming peacefully. Even though he was nowhere near fully unsheathed, the frantic and desperate speed of his thumb and finger brought him to an easy climax. He was louder than he anticipated and let out a quiet but still noticeable howl. A couple of jets of his seed splattered on his paw and the outside of his trousers.

"Mmmmm... huh... Oh sorry Mark, I didn't disturb you did I?" Hazel mumbled, as she came out of her daze. She stretched her arms and yawned with a wide muzzle.

"N-no... I was just uh um... finishing up something," he spoke shakily, as his heart thumped out of his chest. He thought quickly, his situation was pretty bleak and at the very least, he would suffer a lot of embarrassment for a few weeks. He frantically wiped his paw clean of cum on the underside of his boxers and slipped back out, zipping himself up as fast as possible.

Hazel heard a funny sound, she pondered to herself for a second, but dismissed it and slid off the bed. Being lost in her daydream, she seemingly did not realise what she had been doing with her leg. As she stood, she also noticed a funny scent in the air, she had smelt it before but when she thought about where she had smelt it, she again dismissed it and pinned it down to her mind playing tricks. She turned to say something to Mark, who was doing exactly what he had been doing when she nodded off. She stopped herself before she said anything, she saw that he had changed colour.

Mark was flushed deep red and chose to hide his face away from her trying not to look conspicuous. Unfortunately, what he could not hide was the redness of his ears, which Hazel inevitably noticed. He pleaded soundlessly to himself, praying that she wouldn't suspect anything. He kept his eyes fixated on the television screen and tried his best not to sweat from over heating. He felt sure that she could hear his poor little heart pounding ferociously against his ribcage.

Hazel looked at him curiously; he wasn't acting his normal self and if she weren't a better person then she would have been thinking he had just been... but surely not.

"I'll um, seeya later then little bro, best make a start on that assignment," she smiled at him. He did not look at her and pretended that he was so overwhelmed by his game that he couldn't bear to take his eyes off it. There was no doubt of the uncomfortable feeling between them and the atmosphere in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"Oh yeah, good luck with that I guess," he croaked, trying his best not to sound chocked and wheezy. He forced a smile, but it came out as more a wobbly look of worry.

She departed his room with a small smile, all be it a confused one. She had resumed humming her happy little tune and she returned to her own bedroom to make a start on her homework.

As soon as Mark heard her step on the one creaky floor board in her room, he let out a huge sigh of relief, leaving himself gasping for air. He repeated the words 'Oh my god' to himself whilst cupping his paws over his face. He was in true disbelief of what had just transpired, thinking about it just made him want to curl up in a protective ball. The words, 'definitely not right,' and 'shame,' floated about in his head. Even when he tried to tidy up the mess that was left in his brain, his thoughts continued to drift back to the pleasure his sister, of all people, had given him just by rubbing his back. He wondered what was wrong with him and tried his hardest to put it behind him.

Unfortunately, that was not going to be easy. There was still a rather sticky mess he had to take care of in his boxers. This was certainly going to need some immediate attention. His game had finished a long time ago with the result of his death. He climbed cautiously off his bed, finding himself to be still shaking. He switched the games machine off and crept over to the doorway. Looking both ways he could not see anyone else at either end of the corridor and the bathroom wasn't all that far. Even though he had made this kind of run before, with no worry or doubt what so ever. One time, he was even dragged into a conversation with his mother, still with a sticky and richly uncomfortable feeling in his genital region. But this time it was different, like he really needed to keep this a secret. Even though nobody would or could find out anyway, he's musk wasn't that strong and there was no patch on the front of his jeans. So why was he worrying about it so much.

A little later into the evening, Mark was back on his bed, this time with his head rested comfortably on his pillow. He was reading quietly, although he wasn't really taking in anything he was reading. His thoughts were still fixated on earlier, he just couldn't stop his mind wandering back to it. He was so confused, it felt so right in one way but in another way it just felt so wrong. He knew it was wrong, it sure as hell wasn't right. It just couldn't be... it wasn't.

"Mark, Hazel dinner!" He heard his mother shout from downstairs. Maybe some grub would help him clear his head. He leapt off his bed in high hopes and high spirits. He raced out of his room and practically flew down the stairs. He entered the dinning room and donned his usual seat, the one closest to the up and coming food.

"Evening son, had an interesting day of unemployment and fun," Marks father, Derek, chuckled to himself, bringing his seat closer to the table. He picked up a newspaper and started to skim through it.

Mark didn't look much like his dad, although this may have been because he was still only an adolescent. His mum says he looks more like his grandfather, as the genes that carry such things as looks can sometimes skip a generation.

His dad was obviously a fox like Mark, with darker orange fur than anybody else in the family. His tail was by far the largest amongst them and it was the most prone to having a mind of its own. He was quite muscular for a fox of 46 and regularly went for long walks on the evenings he wasn't working. His father was defiantly a proud man; he was no doubt a nice man but was very stuck in his ways. He didn't care at all for these new age things that didn't happen back in his day and in many ways could be considered rather stubborn.

"Hey I'm unemployed because I'm too young to work and what's wrong with having fun," he put on a smug grin, feeling happy he just out smarted his father.

"You are old enough to work, you can get a paper route and if you're having too much fun then I will personally see to it that you get that paper route. Have your facts straight before acting like a smart ass son," he smirked cruelly, but he was being deadly serious. Derek was not one to make idle threats, especially to one of his own children.

Marks smile was cleanly swept from his muzzle, he lowered his ears and his cheeks turned a slightly red colour. He knew better than to try and pull one over on his old man.

Hazel entered the dining room, wearing her usual smile and humming that same tune. She took her seat just across from Mark. He kept his eyes in any other direction from her, not wishing to be drawn into a conversation. That was going to be very difficult, as she was sat right in front of him.

"Evening Hazel, got anywhere on that assignment?" Derek questioned, looking momentarily above his newspaper to ask.

"I'm certainly making progress, but I've got quite a bit more to do yet, anyway it doesn't have to be in for another two weeks," she answered. Her attention was on mark as she spoke. She noticed that he had avoided eye contact when she sat down.

"Well as long as you're getting it done," Derek spoke, turning a page of his newspaper.

Hazel was a little confused as to why Mark was doing this. She hadn't done anything to Mark that would incite such weird behaviour in him. Her thoughts brought back up earlier in his bedroom, but again were instantly dismissed. She purposely moved her head into the path of his blank stare. Hazel gave him a questioning look across the table, her smile had vanished and she only looked at him. Through her look alone she seemed to convey the message, 'are you alright?'

Mark had no choice but to look her right in the eyes. His heart skipped a beat, he could feel blood rush to his face. If he turned away now then she would definitely know something was up. He made a shaky smile in an attempt to ease her staring.

Their mother vixen entered carrying a plate in each hand, and placed them on the table. Her name was Elizabeth or just Liz for short. Unlike Mark and their father, Hazel did take after her mum. Liz had the same blue eyes and relatively similar facial features. They both had exactly the same orange fur and the only place that they differed was there belly fur. Her mothers was borderline banana colour, possibly could be considered cream, whereas Hazels was pure snowy white.

Derek folded up and placed his newspaper to the side of himself.

"Everybody hungry?" Liz asked sweetly, as she took a seat herself after delivering the last two plates.

"Yeah starved," Hazel replied enthusiastically, tucking into the meal before her.

"Just about," Mark mumbled, not feeling much like anything to eat anymore.

Nearly a week had passed, coming full circle around on Friday. As the week had progressed, Mark became less and less embarrassed around Hazel. By Thursday he had completely forgotten and carried on as normal. But it didn't excuse the odd thoughts he'd been having. Every so often, a weird fantasy would pop into his mind. Pure of thought would not be a word used to describe these fantasies. He would have to shake his head violently in an attempt to make it go away. He found himself looking at hazel more often, but it was not just idle staring. He targeted certain parts of her body specifically and found himself becoming aroused by her. He still could not decipher what these new thoughts and feeling were telling him. He still did not understand why he was even having them and wished he could just make them go away. In more than one way, his mind could have been called obsessive.

"Humph, supposed to be the one of the worst storms in 10 years tonight. Unbelievable, the people who do these weather studies and write these newspapers haven't got a clue have they. Back when I was your age, we had more storms than you could shake a stick at," Derek commented, glaring at his newspaper, as he sat reading it in the corner of the lounge.

Mark was in there with him, watching a programme he was not particularly interested in, but it was enough to take his mind off of his sister. He opted to slouch out on the main three-seated sofa with his legs dangling over the edge and touching the floor. Relaxation was the aim of his game and he was achieving it superbly. If he had been anymore relaxed then his heart would have probably stopped altogether.

However, his mood changed instantly when Hazel entered the room. He could feel his muscles tighten a little as she stepped over his feet and took a seat next to him. The lame programme on television was no longer enough to keep his thoughts at bay. He used every ounce of his self-restraint and concentration to avoid thinking about her in that way.

"This is really boring bro, pass us the remote?" Hazel asked sounding a little bit fed up. Mark was too far-gone to hear her as he had phased out a long time ago. Finding herself to have been ignored, she decided to take the remote for herself. To do this, she had to practically lie on Marks lap and reach right over him to get to it, as it was on his other side.

Mark instantly sprung back to life as his senses picked up a multitude of sensations. He could smell Hazels previously applied perfume and it was intended to attract a male. It was fulfilling its purpose well as pure lust boiled up within him. What wasn't helping was that he could feel Hazel's firm breasts brushing over his clothed cock. He was almost sweating and his face turned a visible red through his fur.

Hazel brushed back over his crotch and rested back into the sofa. Mark let out a little soft moan as she did this, but immediately cringed afterwards. He had no way of telling if anybody had heard him or not and just had to pray.

He sat as stiff as a post for the rest of the evening thinking, 'why do I have to have such a hot sister.' He reflected on how he saw some of the girls at school. Many times he has had impure thoughts about some of the more developed girls in his class. It was a regular occurrence for him since he turned twelve. But thoughts about his sister...

Just like his father said; there was a terrific storm that night, complete with thunder, lighting, wind and rain, the works. There were frequent flashes and the repetitive sound of rumbling throughout the evening. The rain was heavy and dense, beating down hard upon the world below.

The rest of the night was spent in the usual way for Mark. He watched a horror film with his dad before bed and had a quick fling on his games console for half an hour after lights out. With all other ideas for fun exhausted and the fact that he could no longer hear any movement coming from any of the bedrooms, he decided it was an opportune time to take care of some business.

He quietly climbed off his bed and got down on the floor. He crawled underneath his bed where he kept all his items of regular interest. If you were looking down upon him from his current position, all you would see is a pair of furry legs and a tail. There was a reason why he was halfway underneath his bed and that reason could only be found halfway underneath his bed.

He pushed aside a few boxes and lifted off a couple of old pairs of boxers. He eventually located his prize, picking it up and pulling himself out from under his bed. He led down comfortably with his head propped up on his pillow. He placed the magazine he had collected on his stomach and began to flick through. The magazine was entitled, 'Vixen babes,' and the caption underneath read, 'Girls know best.' Every page was of course filled with semi naked and totally naked Vixen babes, groping and fondling themselves or another vixen.

He scanned through to find a page he hadn't viewed in a while and could get off to. Finding himself satisfied with his choice of page, he slipped his boxers down his legs and removed them completely. He was already fully erect and could start straight away.

There was a light tapping at his door. Mark went completely still for a moment, did he imagine it or was there somebody at his door. The tapping came again. Thinking fast, he switched off his desk lamp, threw his boxers and the magazine down the side of the bed that was against the wall, pulled over the covers and pretended he was asleep. The door opened with a little creak, the figure walked on tiptoe over to Marks bed. It placed a paw on his shoulder and shook him gently.

Mark made a good job of looking like he was just waking up. He rolled over and immediately rubbed at his closed eyes as he made an irritated grumbling sound. He opened one eye weakly, only opening it halfway. When he saw who it was, the other eye opened as well and he was now fully alert, even though he had been previously.

"Hey little bro, sorry to wake you," Hazel was standing there with her paw still on Marks shoulder. She was wearing a pink nightgown that was loosely tied at the waist. The gown made it very obvious that she was not wearing a bra, even though she wouldn't have at night anyway. All she had on underneath was a t-shirt and panties.

"Um hi sis, what do you want? It's kind of a bit late to be up," he faked sounding a little groggy. He looked up at his sister with a confused expression. He still had a raging hard on and tried his absolute best to hide it from view.

"Well I was just wondering if I could sleep with you tonight?" She asked politely, running her fingers through her tail, which she had been holding for quite a while now.

Mark looked at her in astonishment and also horror. His eyes nearly physically popped out of his head at the thought. It wasn't like they hadn't slept in the same bed before. Heck, they had even bathed together a few times. But that was when they were little, this was different. Especially because of the confusing and mixed feeling he'd been having recently.

"Why?" He simply asked.

"Okay fine you got me, I'm afraid of the storm, I would spend the night in mum and dads bed but I don't want them to know I'm still afraid and I think I'd just get in the way," she answered truthfully. Mark could see that she was a little embarrassed and thought for a minute about the 'I'd get in the way part.' He clicked to what she meant by that and tried his best not to think about it.

"But you're sixteen, how can you be scared of some bad weather?" He asked, hoping he didn't push any of Hazel's insecurity buttons too hard.

"Even big girls can be scared from time to time, now budge up," she made up his mind for him. She removed her gown and allowed it to pool around her legs. She stepped out of it and lifted the covers. Mark had no choice but to shift over and allow Hazel to slip into bed with him. She pulled up the cover and rolled over on her side facing away from Mark.

"Night bro," she yawned, closing her eyes.

"Night sis," he tried to sound like he was tired.

To say that this was uncomfortable for Mark would be an understatement. The fact that he was completely naked and still had an erection was not helping. Unfortunately, things were not going to get any better.

It was not long before Hazel was fast asleep, leaving Mark wide-awake. He was led with his hands securely fastened to his sides, not wishing to repeat last weeks mistake. Hazel didn't take up much room but when you consider that he only has a small single bed, it was a little difficult to get comfortable. Especially if you want to stay at least half a foot away from the person sleeping next to you. Hazel on the other hand had other plans, whether she was conscious about them or not.

Whatever she was dreaming about made her roll over to her other side, closing the gap between her and her brother. She placed a soft furry arm over his chest and drew him in as close as she could possibly get. Mark gulped loudly, feeling Hazel rub at his chest fur. She began to murr, obviously having a very nice time in her dream world. Mark was pushed right up against the wall and couldn't move any further away from her. Hazel nuzzled at his neck sensuously. Mark could feel the heat of her breath on his cheek, which for some reason made him shiver. A leg slid up and over his, curling around and linking to Marks closest leg. He could feel her gentle touch all over his body and he could smell her natural scent. It was intoxicating, he could not escape it, and he didn't even know if he wanted to escape. He could not deny that it felt good to be smoothed like that.

As you can imagine, Mark got hardly any sleep that night. He spent half of the night trying to avoid being groped and the other half resisting the temptation to paw off. The storm continued throughout the night and into the early hours of Saturday morning. He stayed awake so long that he heard it finally come to its end. Probably about three in the morning, he finally gave in and returned the affectionate cuddle he was receiving from his sister. He no longer cared if he was found in that position with her as sleep deprivation over took him.

He awoke with a smile, an unusual start to the day for a teenager but he was smiling none the less. He felt a wave of euphoria as if he had not one single worry in the world. Of course that kind of feeling never lasts. His memories hit him like a tonne of bricks, he sat bolt up right in his bed. The realisation that he had just spent the night huddled up close and tight to his sister was just all too real. There was no 'family hug' situation about last night either. That was the real deal. The last time he was hugged that affectionately was with his last girlfriend and not even they went that far as to cuddle and sleep in the same bed. For one, his parents would never allow it and for two, he didn't love her.

He looked slowly over to his right were he last knew his sister to be. She was not there any more. There was in fact no sign of her ever being there. Had he dreamt it, was last night just a fabrication of his perverted mind. He felt something odd about the underside of his bed sheets. Lifting them up he found them to be wet. His sheath was also soaked in juices and glistened as the light reflected off the wetness. He breathed a sigh of relief; he had just had a wet dream that was all.

But that brought about a new problem. He had a wet dream about his sister in bed with him. His lust and twisted mind had brought him closer to the brink of over stepping morality.

He had to ignore his brain for a minute as there was much more pressing issues at the moment. One of which had already half dried into the bed sheets and formed a clear slightly sticky circle around his sheath. He got out of bed and looked at the time on his clock. It was nine thirty and being a Saturday morning, he suspected nobody would be up. He stepped cautiously out of his room completely naked and walked across the landing to the bathroom. Once inside he first sponged off his sheath and the tip of his cock. Making sure that he was perfectly clean, he grabbed another cloth and headed back into his bedroom. He went to town on the stain of cum on his sheets and made absolutely sure that he had cleared up all his mess, before returning the cloth to the bathroom.

He slapped some Saturday slob around clothes on and exited his room. With the important things out of the way, his mind returned to its previous thinking. He had to be sure that she didn't sleep in the same bed with him and the only way to do that was to check up on her.

He went down the landing to his sister' room. The door was closed and so he assumed that she was still sleeping. Being polite, he knocked quietly on the door just in case she wasn't asleep. There was no reply. Taking that as a sign that she was still sound asleep he quietly opened the door. When he stepped inside he looked over towards her bed. She was not in it. In fact it was neatly made and there was no sign she had been in it at all. His curiosity drove him to venture further into his sisters bedroom.

He could hear footing steps thumping there way up the stairs. He panicked, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong by being in his sister's room. Despite this, his mind was rattled with a nonsensical jumble of thoughts, all of them saying 'you are doing something wrong so hide.' Not knowing what to do and trusting his instincts, that usually served him well, he dove into her closet. The doors were serrated with gaps, so he could see out but it was doubtful anyone would be able to see in.

Hazel's bedroom door opened wide as she stepped in. She closed it after her and Mark could see that she made an effort not to make a noise as she did. She walked past the closet and her shadow danced over Marks orange fur. He cringed in agony, just hoping she didn't need anything from it. For now it seems she didn't.

Being left in a closet alone with his thoughts, didn't half make him think what a complete idiot he was. He kept asking himself, 'why did I hide? There was nothing wrong with the situation at all!' He cursed himself for his stupidity. Now he would be in dire trouble if he were caught hiding in her closet. What would his dad say! He would kill him if he ever found out he was spying on his sister. Especially after what was about to happen.

Hazel started to undress. She removed her t-shirt over her head, pulling it off and throwing it onto her bed. She unzipped her jeans and slid them off her furry legs. She leant right over following her jeans down to her feet. This meant that she showed off her perfectly rounded ass to the closet. Mark looked on in both horror and fascination, never in his life had he seen such a sight. He could feel a little bit of drawl flowing from his mouth. He licked his lips and made a small sucking sound. Not only could he see her ass in that position but he could also see her wonderful mound enclosed in her panties. It was barely being contained by that thin white fabric, just begging to be unleashed.

Too soon she stood back up and her tail dropped back over her slit. Mark was breathing heavily, for many years now he had longed and lusted to see such a sight. He would fantasise and imagine exactly that and the thought would keep him warm in the winter. He just never imagined when he finally got the thing he most coveted; it would be his sister where that certain virginity was broken. He wanted to close his eyes and look away, he knew it was wrong... but deep down a voice encouraged him to look. It was like every fibre of his being wanted to be somewhere else but there was one single strand of him that said 'stay, keep watching, you've waited so long now you have it.'

Without realising, he had begun to stroke his erect shaft through his trousers, pleasuring himself to new heights of ecstasy. He tried his best to stop but couldn't and only found himself rubbing much harder and much faster. His sister stretched on her tiptoes, reaching her arms outwards as if she were trying to touch the ceiling. Mark could see her buttocks clench tightly as she lifted her tail giving it a stretch as well. She sighed deeply as she collapsed back down to normal size.

Mark was panting and whimpering at this stage, as his inevitable orgasm neared. There was little room for such an activity, but that never stopped him before. He lost control of his paw and it knock against the closet making it open slightly with a loud pop. It was only a crack but enough to catch somebody's attention. Marks immediate thought was the games over. He was in agony as he watched Hazel turn and look at her closet door, raising an eyebrow. She walked over to it; Mark couldn't help notice the sway in her hips as she did, but this was definitely not the time to be thinking of such things. He hurried to think of an excuse to why he was in there but came up empty handed. Hazel reached out a paw to the closet door, Mark cringed his eyes shut not able to prepare himself or even look at her. Nothing happened. He heard no scream, no call for parents, no shouting. He only heard the pop of the closet door closing again as Hazel pushed against it. Mark opened his eyes and looked out the slits in the closet door. She was gone, no sign of her whatsoever. He bedroom door was closed.

Feeling the coast had to been clear, he opened up the door and stepped out of the closet. His legs were stiff and hard to bend, he didn't realise that his position was that cramped. He wobbled out of Hazel's bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

"Morning Mark, Hazels awake then I gather," his mother asked. Mark couldn't fight back a small gasp at her surprise attack.

"Y-yeah I-I was just s-seeing if she was awake," he stuttered, feeling himself burning with embarrassment.

"Are you alright Mark? You look a little red," she asked, squinting down at him. He gulped and rubbed his face.

"Just still a little sleepy I guess," he faked a yawn as he spoke.

"Yes, I know exactly why that would be as well," she walked off in the direction of the stairs. Mark looked on at her in abject disbelief. She knew! But how! He played the same thing over in his mind, 'Calm down its not that bad as long as she doesn't know the details, just put on a brave face.' Before he could state his case Liz butt in.

"The storm, that would have kept anyone awake," she chuckled and descended the stairs. He collapsed to the floor, resting his back up against a wall. A long drawn out exhale escaped him. This was all too much for him, his heart was on constant failure point and he was forever walking on eggshells. He couldn't continue to keep making mistakes and covering them up, he was bound to be caught eventually.

He follows his mother shortly after, he hears the sound of the shower running as he is about to go down stairs and figures it must be Hazel. He walks down the stairs putting on the most innocent face he could muster. His flushed red look had faded and he was more or less back to his normal colour. He entered the Kitchen to gather himself some breakfast. He poured himself some cereal and munched away noisily whilst reading the TV guide so he could plan ahead to what he would be watching. Liz walked in and smiled at Mark, who returned her gesture.

"Oh yeah Mark, nearly forgot to tell you, me and your dad are going out this evening so Hazel is going to be baby sitting you," she said sternly, obviously not in the mood for a confrontation about age and how he was old enough not to have a baby sitter. It didn't matter to Mark that Hazel was going to probably stay in the house tonight anyway, he just wanted to make it known that he didn't deserve the title of 'baby.'

"But mum, I don't need a baby sitter I'm thirteen for crying out loud," he whined.

"This is not something I'm prepared to discuss, now if you want to take it up with your father then be my guest," she knew full well that the daddy card was a trump of anything Mark had, so the argument stopped then and there. Mark gave a submissive sigh into his cereal wishing he could just grow up a little faster.

Later that evening, Mark had moved his games console down into the lounge and hooked it up to the larger television. Since his parents were going out, they didn't mind him doing that. He was sat on the sofa totally wrapped up in his gaming as usual. His tail wagged slowly from side to side, an ear would flick whenever it felt the need to.

"Right then Mark, its ten O'clock so we're off out now," his mother poked her head around the corner. Mark quietly cursed having been disturbed and paused his game.

"Okay mum, seeya later," he replied chirpily looking at her with a broad smile. She returned his smile and disappeared outside the door.

"Hazel! We're going out now, you going to come and say goodbye?" Liz shouted up the stairs to Hazel. Moments later she came racing down the stairs jumping the last two steps and hitting the ground with a thud.

"Bye mum, have fun tonight," she smiled and received a light kiss on the forehead from her mother.

"Make sure you two don't go messing up the house tonight," Liz sounded stern but was just playing really, she knew they were no trouble together.

"As if we would," she chuckled with a lot of sarcasm in her voice. Derek and Liz stepped out of the front door and locked it behind them. Hazel strolled into the lounge with her arms behind her back. Mark didn't take his eyes off the screen and didn't even acknowledge her presence. She made herself a little more obvious as she coughed purposefully. Mark was a bit startled and jumped a little. Hazel giggled, placing a paw over her mouth to stop in turning into a laugh.

"Hey sis didn't see you there, what's up?" He asked, pausing his game and setting it down on the sofa beside himself.

"Mum and dad have left takeout money, I just wanted to know what you fancied?" she pushed back another giggle as he was giving her a look.

"Can we have pizza?" Mark asked, trying his best to sound cute to get his way. Hazel knew he was going to say pizza, he always says pizza so didn't expect anything else.

"Pizza it is then, Pineapple right," She stopped just before exiting the lounge to see mark nod and get up off the sofa. Mark stretched out making a slight groaning sound; sitting down for hours can be hard work. He figured it was about time he stopped gaming now and decided to disconnect the machine and take it back up to his room. As he walked past the kitchen he heard Hazel on the phone to the local pizza place and grinned to himself, he really did like pizza. He hauled the games console back up to his room and had to use a foot paw to open his door, as his paws were full. He reconnected the machine back up to his television for later use.

Mark picked up the remote from his bedside cabinet and turned the television on. He threw himself onto his bed and led down in the most comfortable position he could find. He flicked through the numerous channels, glancing for only a second at each. He turned over a channel then immediately turned back. He thought to himself 'Jackpot!' The picture on the screen displayed, what else but porn. It was unusual for Mark to stumble across such a luxury and grabbed at any chance he got.

The flies were undone and the trousers, with boxers, were down to his knees in no time. He had already begun to grow in length as he coaxed the rest of himself out. It was a matter of seconds before his 6-inch member was fully unleashed, a modest length for one so young. Due to the circumstances of last nights little misfortune to be precise, Hazel interrupting him, he was unable to get his much desired daily release and was quite desperate to do so now. He curled his whole paw around the bottom of his shaft and pulled it upwards. He began slowly at first; groaning as he reached his hilt and moaning as he raised his paw back up. His smooth paw pads provided a wonderful feeling of both warmth and tightness. He increased his speed, repositioning every so often to get a better grip. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes in bliss letting out a near audible howl.

"Hey little bro I was just-" Hazel burst in through the door to talk to him. She froze when confronted by the sight before her. Mark heard her easily and looked over at her in shock.

"HAZEL! Knock I've told you a thousand times to knock first!" Mark bellowed at her, grabbing at his covers and pulling them over his waist.

"I-I'm really sorry Mark... I was just... sorry..." she trailed off. She found herself unable to stop staring at him and couldn't move from her spot. Mark had gone blood red and had his face buried deep into his covers. His ears were completely flattened against his head, but he could still hear the pleasured cries of the two lovers on the television he was enjoying watching, up until now anyway. He was so embarrassed and just wanted to be invisible. He had just been caught masturbating... by his sister; it doesn't get much worse unless it was his parents that caught him.

His ears pricked up as he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. 'Oh great! Now she's going to make fun of me' Mark thought to himself as he tried to build up the courage to look at her. He just managed it; he raised his head and made eye contact with Hazel. She didn't seem at all bothered... in fact... she was smiling. Mark was puzzled by her expression. He would have thought that she would have walked away and they wouldn't speak of it again and they would only be awkward around each other for the next day or two.

"It's alright Mark, there is no need to be embarrassed, just be glad that mum or dad didn't catch you," she tried to make light of the situation, but it didn't improve Marks disposition much. He just buried his head again and mumbled to her something she couldn't quite hear but guessed it was bound to be, 'just go away.' Hazel seemed to prepare herself for something; she took a deep breath in.

"What would you say if I told you I wasn't actually asleep when I slept with you last night," she said rather plainly. Mark raised his head; he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.

"No... no... you were out like a light sis," he replied to her with a slight scowl. She sat on his bed and moved her muzzle not an inch further away from his ear.

"Did you like it when I played with your chest?" she whispered. Marks whole body quivered as her cool breath tickled his sensitive ear.

"I-I um... uh um..." he trailed off. His mind was too confused to make sense of the information his was taking in, let alone say anything.

"Do you know what else?" she said in quite a strange voice. If Mark were more experienced in sexuality then he would have understood that type of voice to be seductive. He shook his head lightly from side to side.

"I know you were watching me get undressed earlier today," she whispered into his ear again. The hairs on Marks neck stood on end; never had he thought that his ears could be so sensitive in that way.

"You were in the closet you naughty thing," she giggled to herself. All this time she knew! All that time he spent in misery and embarrassment and she knew!

"How did you know I was in the closet!?" He finally found the right words to say out loud. Hazel couldn't help but laugh at him. Mark cocked his head curiously, that was a question, it really wasn't meant to be a joke.

"Well you left my door open for a start and do you really think I wouldn't notice heavy breathing coming from my own closet. And you were stupid enough to open the closet door! Whilst you were in there!" She was almost in tears of laughter.

"That was an accident!" he jumped to his own defence but immediately started blushing afterwards. Hazel just laughed harder and had an expression of delight. Mark had more of a pained express on his face. All the effort he had been though to cover his tracks and he has just had it thrown back in his face. But after all of it he still didn't expect the next question.

"Tell me, did you like what you saw?" Hazel asked. She looked directly into Marks eyes as if trying to hypnotise him.

"I-I... I can't say..." he trailed off and turned his face away. Hazel placed a paw on the side of his muzzle turning it towards her.

"Come on bro, if we're being honest I've seen you naked loads of times and I've even seen you getting off on your bed loads of times as well," she said sweetly trying her best not to make it too harder hit to handle.

"You... you what," Marks eyes were wide open, he just couldn't and didn't want to believe what he was hearing.

"Little tip, don't listen to your I-pod whilst jacking off and closing your eyes is not always advisable," she giggled a bit with a smile. For some reason, Mark found himself slightly turned on by this. He thought for a minute about how he had been secretly observed without his knowing... he kind of liked that thought.

"And what about a week ago when you were... well... rubbing my back, did you know that you were doing that?" He felt compelled to inquire with that question, as it had been the seed from which all this had grown.

"Do you really think I would let my mind wander that far?" The question needed no answer, so Mark did not give one. He thought to himself, 'had she been planning this and if so... for how long?'

"So what happens now then... you know all my secrets... how are we going to be able to look at each other tomorrow..." his speech was stopped short by Hazels finger.

"I'll show you how..." she whispered softly. Mark found himself bewildered by her last sentence. Then, truly the last thing that was on his mind happened... Hazel kissed him. Mark was taken back at first, though he did not pull away... he could not pull away... he was frozen in shock. Their lips were connected for no longer than a few seconds until Hazel pulled back. Mark was motionless... his mind went blank. He looked at Hazel whose eyes were almost completely closed shut.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do that little bro..." she murred happily at the level of a whisper.

Mark was still in dismay... that was his very first kiss and it felt good. Better than good it felt fantastic! That was far from a family kiss, but he wanted more, he needed more and he could feel his primordial lust over taking his body and mind.

Mark acted this time. He leant forwards and planted a kiss on her lips. Neither of them broke away this time. Neither of them wanted to. Mark could notice an immediate difference between a kiss he would give to a family member and this one. Hazel's lips were never still, they moved like ripples in an ocean, crashing against the solid of the rock face. He could feel the warmth of her lips, which were also slightly moist. Another new thing happened, he could feel something wet pressing against his pursed lips. He timidly opened his mouth a little to allow passage of Hazels tongue. It felt odd to have her tongue rolling around inside his maw but he could see why she liked it. He mimicked her actions and slid his rough fox tongue over hers. They wrestled each other inside their mouths, rolling around and enjoying the taste of the others flavours.

It ended to soon as Hazel withdrew her tongue and broke her lips from his. Mark was in recoil, never had he been kissed so passionately, never had he experienced such love in one simple action. He still had his eyes closed shut and his head was still on a tilt. He heard the familiar sound of his sister murring, he was glad to know that she found that as good as he did.

"How do you feel?" He heard her ask with a soft voice. Mark blinked open his eyes and placed them squarely on hers.

"Wonderful... that was so... intense..." he did not know what else he could say... it was like a dream.

"That's just the beginning, there is much more I can show you... that is... if you want me to?" she murred seductively into his ear. Mark could feel excitement bubbling inside his body; he thought he might explode with sensation over load. Everything was telling him to go forward, he had abandoned morality, but it was not to late to turn back. If he said 'no' then he could leave now with some sense of integrity. But if he said 'yes' then it would lead him down a very dark path of carnal desire, a path where there was no turning back... no running... no hiding... no escape.

An emotional battlefield was being fought in his mind. He knew this was wrong, he knew it wasn't right and yet... he didn't care. Be dammed about what anybody else was to say, his lust had driven him insane... it felt to good to stop.

"Yes," he whispered simply, supplying the answer that Hazel was obviously hoping for. Her ears were twitching excitedly, her tail wagged like a puppy's and she had a broad smile on her muzzle.

"What about... protection..." Mark asked shyly, blushing through his fur. He felt like he did wrong by asking her that, but he was not stupid and thought it best to at least mention it. Hazel said nothing and just got up off Marks bed and headed towards the door. He watched her curiously feeling like he completely spoiled the mood and his heart sank. Hazel closed the door and it made a clack as she locked it.

"That good enough for you?" She walked back over to his bed, reassuming her position next to him.

"W-well... what I-I actually meant was-" he tried to say before being cut short again by Hazels finger.

"Shhhh... If there is anyone you can count on to take care of you, it should be your big sister, right?" She looked down at the smaller fox underneath his sheets.

Mark nodded his reply and Hazel removed her finger. From here on, Marks body was flying on autopilot; he had no idea of what to do next. Hazel could sense his intimidation and smiled reassuringly. She smoothed his cheek fur with a paw and Mark rubbed his muzzle against it. He loved to be touched softly like that, especially in those places that he never knew could be so pleasurable.

"Maybe I can look at you with your permission this time little bro," she made a wicked smile down at the covers that were hiding Marks crotch. He turned red again and felt rather shy about revealing his foxhood to anyone, let alone his own sister. She gave him no choice and dragged the covers off of him. The excitement of them making out was easily enough to turn him on and he was standing fully to attention before her.

"My, my little bro, I must say you look a lot bigger up close," she complimented. "Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined you like that," she sounded sincere enough. Marked felt compelled to ask.

"What about the pizza?" He felt like he broke the mood again by the look Hazel gave him.

"I didn't order one, thought you would have figured that one out for yourself," she giggled. Marks mind replayed what Hazel said not 5 seconds ago.

"You fantasised about me?" He sounded quite shocked as he was beginning to realise the extent of how Hazel felt about him. This was not just infatuation... this was real... Hazel really wanted this.

Hazel did not reply and only gave an evil smile and a light chuckle. She moved a paw up his thigh and over to his member. Mark shuddered at her gentle touch and watched as she slid her paw gracefully up and around his cock. She curled each of her fluffy fingers around him and he gasped as she pulled downwards. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the feel of a soft paw, that wasn't his, stroking him. Hazel went slowly, making sure that she got things right, not that she could do much wrong. She glided her paw up and down his smooth shaft as if polishing a delicate ornament.

Mark was groaning blissfully, using his arms as supports on which he could rest his weight. He shot a load of pre-cum over Hazel's hand and he could feel the heat of her breath as she licked her paw clean. He felt her tongue lick up his shaft collecting all his pre, and then swallow it. This felt ten times as good as anything he could possibly do to himself. His eyes shot open when he felt warmth and moisture grip his cock. He looked down to the glorious sight of his member engulfed by Hazel's mouth. She looked up at Mark who gave her a pleasured and utterly contented smile. She bobbed her head slowly, taking in half an inch more each time she pounded back down on him. Mark placed his paws on the back of her head and allowed them to apply a small amount of pressure.

His hips subconsciously bucked against her muzzle, sending his shaft forcefully further down her throat. He could feel the ridged roof of her mouth grind against his tip and her rough tongue slid down his shaft. Bliss overtook him as he could see the light at the end of the tunnel, the signal of climax chimed. He felt his whole cock twitch uncontrollably as his sac tightened and lifted up. Pure ecstasy coursed throughout his entire body in waves, each wave hit him harder and harder. He exploded inside her mouth and shot four generous helpings of fox seed into her. Hazel was hard pressed to keep up with him as the torrent of cum just kept flowing. She savoured the taste of his last jet, swilling it about in her muzzle.

Mark fell backwards with a thump as he hit his pillow. His eyes were still closed and he panted heavily. He could feel Hazel climbing up his body, trailing her fingers up his stomach and chest creating neat little furrows in his fur. She embraced him with a cuddle and she tilted her head so her lips could connect with his. They shared another long kiss of fiery passion as Mark returned the warming hug by throwing his arms around her. Mark could taste the remnants of his seed on her tongue, he would be mistaken to say that he didn't like the taste but it sure wasn't something he wanted to get used to. She broke away for air and so she could just look at him.

"Now it's your turn little bro," she smiled at him. Mark was a little bit confused by her vague comment and just looked at her. He had some idea of what she meant but he was unsure and didn't want to make any mistakes.

It was made much more obvious as Hazel, who was straddling his stomach at this point, removed her t-shirt over her head. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them off throwing them into the growing pile of clothes on Marks floor. Mark tried his best to unclasp her bra but found it quite difficult. He looked worriedly at Hazel, she just smiled and raised a single paw and undid the clasp. Mark used his idle hands to rub up and down her sides feeling her soft fur between his fingers. When Hazel removed her bra and added it to the pile, Marks jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Her breasts were perfectly formed as if sculpted to perfection.

As if asking permission, he nodded his head towards her mounds. She rolled her eyes and made a restless smile. Mark raised his paws, slowly stroking his way up her sides sensuously rubbing his way up. He cupped his paws around each breast and squeezed slightly. He rolled his thumbs over her erected nipples and moved an index finger up to each nipple so he could pinch them. Hazel was obviously enjoying this as she moaned quite a bit from the attention her breasts were receiving.

Hazel meanwhile, was making short work of her panties downstairs. She slipped her moist confines off and down her legs. As she sat back down onto Marks stomach, her juices soaked his fur matting it together. Mark could feel the heat from Hazel's sex, dripping onto him and running down his sides. He saw the sheets around him become damp but his mind was elsewhere and at this moment in time he didn't care about the mess. Her scent was powerful and it filled his every sense to breaking point. He nearly passed out from the intoxicating pheromones being released from his horny sister.

Hazel shifted her way up Marks body until her pussy was directly over his muzzle. Mark took in a deep breath, not just because of her scent but also because he was quite breathless with excitement. His first few licks were nothing more than tentative as he was a bit hesitant. His tongue stroked all the way up her slit and he teased her clit with his tip as he reached its end. Without warning, his tongue slid past her lips and into her passage. The taste of his sister's juices was even better than the smell of them. He found himself hungry for more and he was frantic to withdraw it. He pushed the full length of his tongue down her tunnel, lapping at her walls as they contracted around him.

Hazel was in paradise, although her brother was inexperienced she could still feel herself on the verge of a quick climax. A few more rough strokes of his tongue inside her were enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm was hard and intense, never had she experienced such a powerful orgasm. A flood of fluids rushed from her sex and coated Marks muzzle. He was grateful and wasted no time in drinking it down, savouring her sweet flavour. He licked up the side of his face making sure he got all he could of the sticky substance.

Hazel murred happily and could not bring herself to open her eyes. Mark just smiled up at the sight of her in bliss. He noticed that he once again had a hard on and was good and ready to take. He wanted to fuck her so bad and there was nothing to stop him... he didn't want there to be anything to stop him... he had made up his mind a long time ago. Hazel opened her eyes and looked down upon the smiling face of her bother, which was still shiny from previous activities.

As she slid back down his body, they kissed once more. Hazel tasted herself in Marks mouth as she licked at his tongue. She gave an affectionate lick up the side of his cheek and giggled. They were both panting pretty hard and their energy was almost nonexistent. But their will to continue was strong. Hazel was just hovering over Marks awaiting member as she broke the rather wet and juicy kiss. She paused. Her smile turned into a more serious face

"Are you sure this is what you want... there can be no turning back..." she made sure to sound serious.

"Sis... you mean the world to me... you are so special, so kind, so generous and so sweet... I couldn't say no even if I wanted to... the thought of hurting you is unbearable... you make me so happy and I've finally found a way in which I can return to you what you have given to me..." Mark whispered, his very soul being bared before her and the love that he felt for her was finally recognised. This was meant to be.

"I love you bro..." she sounded a little choked and he could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"I love you too sis..." he replied in a whisper.

She was purposefully slow, only moving at a snails pace so she could feel every passing inch within her. Heat began to wrap its way around Marks member, as it was slowly consumed by Hazel's pussy. Her moist innards washed over him as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. First his tip disappeared into the pleasurable abyss. Then inch by blissfully slow inch, more was pushed further in and a haze formed over Marks mind. This new sensation was easily a thousand times better than what he alone could conjure. As his shaft became more engorged things became tighter. He could feel the struggle she was having taking him in fully, but she was determined. She moaned in pleasure as she hilted him and paused for a moment taking the opportunity to breath.

Marks paws were firmly fixed to her hips as he held her steady. He watched as Hazel gripped onto his bed sheets and screwed them up into tight balls. She rose back off of him and his penis slipped out. Mark moved a paw to hold himself into position and Hazel dropped herself back down upon him. She was quicker this time and he slipped inside her much faster. She jumped up and down upon him, each time becoming faster and pumping at him harder.

Mark thrust his hips upwards into her, trying to keep in time with her coming downwards. He became more rampant as his sex drive pushed him over his limit. He groaned and grunted with pleasure each time he hilted himself within his sisters love tunnel. He felt the familiar rising feeling of approaching orgasm and couldn't ignore it for much longer.

Hazel moaned out loud in pure ecstasy as she came crashing back down. A rush of her juices seeped from the plugged hole of her nether regions. A wet slapping sound followed as more found it's was beyond the physical bond between them. Hazel gritted her teeth and slammed her eyes shut, her back arched right over and she howled through her awesome climax.

Mark felt the grip of her inner walls tighten tremendously and they sucked at his member begging him to unload his seed. He could not contain himself any longer and shot his load just as he forced all the way into her. He cried out his elation as he imaged his cum coating her walls in sticky goo. His breathing became shallow and rapid as he rode out his extreme orgasm. He threw his arms around Hazel and held her close as he pumped into her the last few times jetting off the last of his glorious seed.

He fell backwards, his exhaustion of so much physical activity left his poor little body drained of all energy. He couldn't keep his eyes open any more and drifted off to sleep. Hazel closely followed him as she collapsed on top his chest and she to fell asleep in his arms, with his softening cock still inside her.

Hazel was the first to wake from the afterglow. She did not want to move an inch as she found herself to be snug and warm cuddling her brother. But she knew she had to, that is if she didn't want their parents to find out. She shook Marks shoulder and he stirred. Neither of them said anything and just exchanged warm smiles. Hazel helped Mark out of bed and she took him down the stairs. She plopped him on the sofa and switched on the telly. She turned the sound right down so she didn't disturb him. She climbed the stairs and went back into Marks room. The heavy scent of sex was pungent in the air and Hazel was quick to remove it.

She sprayed un-recommended amounts of air fresheners on the fabrics and around the room. She dried the huge wet patch on the sheets with an old towel that immediately went in the washing bin afterwards. She opened the windows wide to allow fresh air in and hopefully the scented air out. She remade Marls bed all neat and tidy. The last thing was to pick up all the clothes and put them in the washing bin as well. Except her soaked panties that were going to require some extra attention, but that could wait until morning.

She trudged down the stairs back into the living room, where she found Mark tucked up and asleep. She smiled her smile at the cute sight of her little brother. She lifted his head up off the sofa and sat underneath it, placing his head gently on her leg. It was at that moment that she heard the door being unlocked and it swing open. Her mother stepped onto the living room and couldn't help but laugh a little at what she saw. Hazel looked up at her with a smile and then back down at Mark.

"We could use a blanket, poor little guy just feel to sleep, he had a tiring night," Hazel said pleasantly. Her mother disappeared and reappeared moments later with a cosy looking blanket. Liz draped it over the two of them and headed back to the door.

"Did you two have fun tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah... he was as good as gold," Hazel grinned down at her sleeping brother.

"Nice to hear it, see you in the morning Hazel, good night," her mother said before turning off the light and walking up the stairs.

Hazel stroked Marks head fur with a paw and he murred quietly, a smile creeping across his muzzle. She leant down and kissed him on the lips and Mark subconsciously kissed her back, even though he was still asleep.

"Goodnight little bro... sweet dreams," she whispered to him in the dark. She quietly hummed her happy little tune and closed her eyes, allowing herself to slip into her world of dreams.

The End.