FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Firstly, could I ask a favour of everyone/anyone? Last chapter there were a few grammar/spelling mistakes pointed out to me, which I greatly appreciate readers doing. What I would like however is if you could be a bit more specific this time and tell me exactly what and where I got wrong (that is if there is any mistakes). But don't let it get in the way of your enjoyment of the story, do it if you feel like it ^^

Thank you and enjoy the 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 your actions beyond this point.

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There it was again, that damned annoying squeak every time he moved so much as in inch. It was bad enough that he was getting back and neck aches whilst he tried to sleep, but he also had to contend with that shrill creak. What was worse was because of the back and neck aches, he had to reposition almost constantly and each time he did, the irritating noise sounded again. Not to mention the sweltering heat clinging so closely to his body as he was sweating somewhat.

Eyes wide open with the need for sleep overwhelming, but the peaceful gloom would not yet take him. He flipped over on to his other side, getting that same sound from the camp bed he had heard a thousand times before. He sighed heavily, looking out into the blackness of the room around him. The only thing he found comfort in was the soft breathing of his sister in her bed a few feet away. It made him smile, even though he didn't really feel like it. She meant so much to him; her simple presence soothed his very soul. But it still didn't help him get to sleep.

He closed his eyes in the desperate hope that he would soon doze off. He wouldn't have thought that it could get any darker, yet when his lids closed over, everything seemed to go into blackout. At least when he had his eyes open he could make out basic shapes. His mind was a tormenting wiz of thoughts and feelings. It was impossible for him to even begin to make sense of any of them. There were simply too many emotions shredding him apart from within. He felt love, regret, guilt, happiness, fear and lust, mixed together in a tight ball of complicated sensations. Frankly, it was giving him a headache. Worse still, he didn't now how he should feel; he didn't know which of his emotions to obey.

His eyes flickered open, a silent prayer passed through his lips as he pleaded that it was morning. It was pitch black; no light was coming from anywhere in the room. The digital clock flashed green numbers telling him that barely a minute had passed. It was haunting. The silence, the darkness and the loneliness combined together create a nightmare. He shivered with rising fear, the sudden realisation of the dark clung to him like his very own fur. Not only that, he became conscious of the fact that he was indeed asleep. He loathed the lurking shadow of night, the very essence of terror. He thought he had gotten over it more than a year back, but he realised he was wrong. He feared it more than ever it seemed. The creeping black slime that slithered its way like a serpent in to his dreams, invading and perverting his thoughts that were at peace.

He was frightened to sleep when he was just a young kit because that was when they came for him. Such terrible things infected his mind like a deadly virus. Pain and anguish were his only company inside his hellish world created by his own self. He whimpered pitifully as it overtook him, filling his head with such terrifying things that he couldn't escape. He tried running from them, hiding from them, but they always found him. No matter where he went and how far he went, they would always find him. They would devour his very soul and torture his psyche with horrific feelings. The memory floodgate opened and unleashed a wave of unceasing trepidation.

He didn't know what brought this renewed feeling of horror; all he knew was that he hated it. Could it have been something deeper than just nightmares? Maybe he had a reason to be frightened? But he didn't want to suffer it anymore, too many years had he allowed his demons to beat him. This time he stood up to his aggressors with the only things he knew he could fight back with. Happy memories. Something seemingly so tiny and worthless, yet they were strong allies in a war against his nightmares.

He fought his devils tooth and claw, scrambling at any good memory he could reach. That was when he found them, tucked away behind his evil thoughts. One by one they appeared before him, bringing him a little closer to peace each time. He remembered Hazel and how he felt about her even before their love for each other was finally realised. He thought of his big brother Charlie and all the fun times they had spent together, laughing and playing. Then he remembered Mist, his beautiful little catgirl purring lightly under his soft touch. They were all so dear to him that the thought of losing any of them was terrifying.

He sat bolt upright in his camp bed, gasping loudly as if he had not been breathing. His paws were clenched into tight fists, his shoulders were taut against his neck and his teeth were bared slightly. His eyes were fully open and his consciousness at full readiness. He breathed in deep and urgently, feeling his eyes well up with the beginning of tears. He shuddered uncontrollably, flashes of his nightmare still danced across his mind. The clammy night air made him realise the cold sweat clinging to his furry body. He rubbed his arms feeling his sticky wet fur between his fingers. The icy feel of it sent another shiver down his spine, rattling his bones. His ears stayed firmly flattened to his head and his tail curled around his waist so that he could hug it closely. He found a small amount of comfort when he chewed the white fluffy tip.

He identified what caused him such pain; it was the fear of losing them, any of them. They had become something so significant to him that he would be torn asunder if he were left alone again. He had been through it once with his brother. That awful day when he was thrown out before his very own eight year old eyes. There was so much shouting and hatred that his young brain couldn't take it...and he didn't even know why? 'Why was he taken from me?' was the one singular question that repeated itself to him time and time again. He had no answer, he wasn't even sure if he would get one. The only thing solidifying his resolve was that he knew there was an answer to be found.

'Why would they do it to me... to him? I thought family meant sticking together... no matter what? What if it happens again?! I may never see him for the rest of my life! It can't happen again! I won't let it I... I... love him...'

It had been a while since tears of sadness had fallen from his face, though, now he couldn't hold them back; the strong feeling of misery overtook him. At first it was no more than a single dribbling tear, tracing its way down his cheek and dripping off his chin. But soon more droplets were to follow, small trickling streams crawling its way down his fur. His cheeks became matted remnants of former neatness, smeared with streaks of bleached light orange fur. He whimpered quietly, sniffling every once and a while to alleviate his harsh breathing. Even though he was crying physically, he wasn't howling out loud. He didn't understand why though? He could remember when he cried as a child, the whole house would be filled with tortured screams. So why was this so different? He felt the sorrow and he had the tears, yet he didn't wail.

He sat on the squeaky camp bed and wept for a while, he breathing coming in small-scattered sobs. He wiped at the bottom of his eyes to get rid of some of the liquid flowing from them, but it was no good as more gushed from him. He sat in relative silence; the only noise he could hear was his own weeping.

"What's wrong sweetie? Are you okay?" Hazel's worried voice sounded behind him, breaking the silence in an instant. He was oddly not startled by her sudden presence. On the surface he really didn't want to have to talk to anybody and he especially didn't want Hazel to see him like this. Yet, in his heart he was glad she was there and just her very being there calmed him.

"Yeah... I'm fine..." he sniffled, wiping away a few more tears but not turning to face her.

"Mark, you are obviously not alright, you are crying," she said sympathetically, getting off of her bed and padding over to him.

"Thanks for that... I hadn't noticed," he said, not making a very good job of sounding humorous.

The camp bed dropped slightly lower as Hazel sat upon it next to her little brother. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and a paw being placed on his other arm closest to her. Still he did not turn to face her; he only stared out in to nothingness of the pitch-black room. The back of a paw came to rest on his cheek, stroking tenderly. Mark pushed his face against the soft stroking, starting to murr lowly at the gentle feel. His crying had subsided tears and all, only a few sniffs remained. His face was flustered and shabby, fur matted and unsightly with strips of discolouration tracing down his cheeks.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong?" She asked sweetly, giving his other cheek an affectionate wipe. This time he did turn to her, the veins in his eyes were bloodshot and his lip was trembling somewhat.

"I... I just don't..." he stuttered, turning back away from her, keeping himself fixated on the floor.

Cupping his chin with a kind paw, she twisted his head back towards hers. She looked him in those worn out eyes and smiled warmly.

"I just don't want to lose you... or Charlie..." he whispered feebly, his eyes glazing over once more.

"What?" Hazel replied with a small amount of alarm. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, not quite fully understanding what he was saying.

"I don't want you to leave me... I don't want Charlie to leave me again either... I..." He stammered with a few more sniffles breaking free. She shushed him quietly, bringing him close into her warm arms to join in a tight embrace.

"You're not going to lose us honey, I will always be here for you, and you know that. As for Charlie... well he'll never leave you again for so long, but he has got a life he needs to lead and he can't stay with you forever," she spoke calmly and reassuringly to her little brother, feeling sorry for him and wishing she could do more to comfort him.

"I know," he sighed shakily. She stroked his head gently, smoothing his brown tuft of hair and scratching lightly behind his ears. "Why did he abandon me Hazel?" He said, his voice trembling and new tears forming.

Hazel didn't know how to answer that; she wasn't even sure how he knew that she knew. Like Charlie, she had given it a lot of thought, trying to figure out a way that she could tell him straightforwardly. But the truth was that that was impossible, there was just know way of softening the blow for him. In her head she must have started a thousand times to try and tell him. Each attempt became a fruitless journey of self-denial, doubt and guilt.

She was saved as a wide yawn came from her little brother in her arms. She made a silent exhale as she realised this was her perfect chance to escape the question.

"Come on you, I think my lovely little bro needs to get some sleep," she said sweetly.

He nodded his reply, his eyelids almost closing over completely. He blinked sleepily a few times and watched as Hazel lifted herself off the camp bed. She extended her arms and he smiled up at her, he had not intended for it to look so cute, but Hazel giggled because of it. They linked paws and she hauled him up towards her. He sort of fell into her arms, accidentally falling into a pleasant hug. His eyes closed and he nearly fell to sleep on her shoulder, if it weren't for her pushing him slightly forwards he probably would have. Through blurry tired watery eyes he could see her wonderful smile. A gentle kiss was joined between the two siblings, although it only lasted a few seconds it was still breathtaking. After breaking the kiss, Hazel licked lovingly at his cheeks, trying her best to remove some of the tearstains. Mark closed his eyes and moved his face away from her licking, purely because he didn't want to feel any wetter. She giggled again, kissing him quickly one more time before leading him to her bed.

She flipped back the covers to make a space and helped her brother climb up on top her bed. Mark was completely exhausted, it seemed that a peaceful sleep had, at long last, caught up with him. He yawned even wider this time, his lungs taking in more than enough air. The covers were pulled over him and tucked up just underneath his chin. He murred happily as he felt the comfortable spongy mattress and the warmth enclose all around him. He pulled at the sheets and rolled over onto his side, closing his eyes seeing nothing but the black. Within seconds he was sound asleep, his mind had had enough and needed to rest. He was free from any further tyranny and would surely sleep serenely.

Hazel smiled down at the adorable form of her brother fast asleep and evidentially feeling better. It worried her though when she saw him like this. He was always so quiet and sweet that it burned her insides to see him so very sad. She wished she could tell him and put his fears at ease, but it wasn't that simple. She knew her brother well, yet she was uncertain to how he would react to the news. He would either except it or deny it off hand. Whichever way it went, she knew he was probably going to be angry. When she thought about it, she knew she would be angry if she were in his situation. She was unsure whether it was more painful to let him live in darkness or whether it would be more devastating to him if she told him.

She sighed deeply, feeling saddened by the dilemma before her. Although it was more about how much it was hurting him than about how difficult it was to tell him. She stroked his damp cheek and tickled behind his ears. He reacted in his sleep with a bigger grim on his muzzle and a slight shifting of his body and twitching of ears.

She left his side and crept over to the door, strategically avoiding that one squeaky floorboard. She locked the door, just in case somebody happened to look in on them together. She padded lightly back over to her bed and lifted up the covers. She very carefully slid one leg underneath the duvet, followed by her body and finally the other leg. She flipped over to come muzzle to muzzle with him, slipping an arm over his midsection. She drew herself closer to him until her naked breasts touched at his chest. She placed her muzzle under his and nuzzled at him. He was so good to her, supportive, sweet and loving. She had never met anyone quite like him... although there was one other she still likes to think about. Mark was perfect for her and she would never abandon him willingly... but if fate brought them together, then fate could very well be their undoing.

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The sun had long ago risen over the horizon bringing Thursday with it. Another sweltering day was upon the citizens of 'Willow Town,' leaving all those who dare tread upon the earths surface to boil like helpless eggs. Because of the suns height and position in the sky, there was an evident lack of shadow. There was nowhere to escape the heat, even inside their houses or work places there was simply no getting away from the soaring temperatures.

"Mark, are you awake?" Mark was sure he heard ringing out in his sleep. He could feel his shoulder being shaken gently and he grumbled as he started to slip out of his much needed sleep. He came to his senses quite quickly, although he did not open his eyes.

"I guess there is no point in me saying something as cliché as, 'well I am now,' is there?" He mumbled grumpily, turning over so he could bury his face in the pillow.

"But you just did," Hazel giggled above him. He turned his head slightly and opened one eye.

"... What do you want?" He sighed, rolling over onto his back, giving up any hope of getting back to sleep.

She grinned sheepishly at him then pointed at the bulge in the sheets. He looked down pressing his chin against his chest. Sure enough, his penis was standing proud like a flagpole, making a large and more importantly obvious tent in the bed sheets.

"Oh Hazel I just want to go back to sleep," he whined, closing his eyes again trying to make it appear that he wasn't interested, whilst struggling not to chuckle at the same time.

"It'll be fun," she said in a little begging sort of voice, putting on her cute voice simultaneously.

"I know that but..." he sighed again, not being able to think of good answer. The will to sleep had pretty much passed anyway.

He was about to sit up properly and get out of bed when all of a sudden he felt a tight grip on his member. For a split second he wondered what the hell was going on, but it didn't take him long to figure it out. He looked down and saw the bed sheets between his legs had started to move emphatically. He lifted up the quilt and saw Hazel grinning at him with a paw on his cock. After a moment's resistance, Mark gave up the fight completely and just relaxed in to his pillow. A broad serene smile crept across his lips as he murred from the attention he was receiving.

Hazel's curled paw stroked slowly up and down the full length of her brother's shaft feeling every tiny pulsation and twitch it made. Mark bucked his hips instinctively in to her paw, pushing it all the way down to his furry sheath. He closed his eyes and titled his head right back over the pillow. His mouth was agape with a silent grown of pleasure. He loved her smooth paw pads; it was almost like they were sculpted for the singular purpose to give bliss.

Hazel took great satisfaction in knowing that she was giving her brother the kind of pleasures he so richly deserved. Her contentment was solidified further when the first spurt of his pre-cum shot out of Mark's tip. The somewhat watery substance splattered over her paw and ended up dribbling down his lively member. He grunted loudly at the single eruption, but he didn't open his eyes to look. The smile simply grew to an open mouthed pant. His chest heaved at the familiar rising feeling as it grew within his body.

Hazel leaned forward, sticking out her long foxy tongue. She ran it up the smooth surface of her brother's penis, making it jerk uncontrollably spewing forth another glob of the almost lucid liquid. Mark shuddered in ecstasy feeling that rough tongue massaging him perfectly. Hazel lapped up his pre eagerly, stopping shortly to suckle on his very tip. Mark's body thrust forwards trying to ram his entire length in to his sisters slopping maw. She giggled and pulled away, leaving him to feel the cold wrap around him. It was only seconds later before he felt her mouth descending his shaft. Hot lips replaced the chill inch by inch as she drew him further in. She stopped about half way and he felt something else enclose around the base of his erection.

Her paw had slipped in between his groin and her lips. With the added appendage enveloping him, he was completely encircled by intensifying heat and pressure. His tip and about three inches below were soaking wet, whereas lower than that he was relatively dry. It was an odd mix, but it was a highly sensual mix. Hazel started to move her mouth and paw together, bringing both up and then back down at the same time. In no time her paw became slick with her own saliva and a fluid motion was set about.

That feeling in his lower region began to become even more powerful and started to override all of his other senses. His mind went blank altogether. He was left with only the vivid images of his sister sucking his penis and how beautiful she looked. He could feel his climax so close now that he just couldn't fight it off any longer and decided to let it overtake him. But, all of a sudden, she pulled off of him. He opened his eyes and tilted his head towards her. He was panting furiously with his tongue protruding his mouth slightly. He gave her a confused and pleading look, obviously trying to display his bemused feelings.

"I need you to make a promise to me Mark?" She asked rather plainly, but he could tell she was not kidding around.

"W-what?" He questioned her cautiously, his brain momentarily forgetting about his near peak condition.

"Promise me you won't go see Mist today," she demanded in a firm tone, yet at the same time she seemed somehow vulnerable.

"What?" Mark questioned confoundedly, panting as he did.

"Just promise will you," she again sounded resolute, narrowing her eyes to create a shadow over them giving her a more sinister look. Mark cocked his head in puzzlement, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, I promise," he finally agrees, placing a paw over heart.

"Good... now where were we?" She smirked deviously, crawling her way once more down his belly.

She once again envelops her brother's member with her paw and maw. Mark settled back down, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes yet again. His mind refocused on the task at hand, instantaneously forgetting about what had just passed between them. His paws found their way to the back of her head where he rested them and scratched lightly behind her ears.

She sucked on him expertly, drawing him in with deep suction when she rose up. She pumped speedily with her paw purposefully out of sync with her mouth, but she thought it would be a good way of mixing things up. Mark groaned out loud, having to clap a paw over his lips to stop him from alerting other house patrons. He jolted his hips at her face with increasing speed and power. An explosion of pure ecstasy shot through his body, causing him to stiffen then quake erratically.

A prevailing spasm of her brother's length in her mouth alerted her of his climax. A sudden gush of his seed fired from his tip, shooting at the insides of her maw. The warm sticky liquid patterned her throat and inner cheeks with a criss-cross of sperm. Mark moaned, groaned and grunted all at the same time. He was overtaken by a wash of pleasure as it threatened to drown him. Hazel was having the same problem down her end as well as a literal torrent of his fluids spewed violently. She almost gagged but continued to suck hard and bob her head up and down. She milked her brother's penis with all her might, draining his sac dry of its delicious commodity. Mark howled into his paw and nearly lost control of his other functions.

Hazel could feel her checks filling with his seed, but she was determined to store it up. Eventually and mercifully, the fountain began to come to a stop. A few more spurts and hard bucking of his hips ensured that there was little left in him. He murred loudly and collapsed into the cushiony pillow behind him. With one final long suck, Hazel withdrew his shaft from her gooey maw. A few strands of mainly semen still connected her lips and him. The stringy cum broke away as her tongue passed over them and became susceptible to gravity once more, falling and sticking to Mark's groin.

She had saved up all of his produce for this moment in which she deemed worthy for its disposal. In one single struggling gulp, the slimy substance poured down her throat, massaging it heavenly. A contented smirk appeared on her muzzle as she murred pleasantly. She licked the inside of her mouth to pick up any tasty remnants before sending it down the way the rest had gone.

Mark panted ardently, trying to draw in enough air to satisfy his lungs hunger. He had his eyes still firmly closed as he tried to come down from his high. He felt paws tracing up and down his body, running their way up his sides and over his chest. He could feel Hazel beginning to climb up on top of his body and straddle his waste, just above his softening member. When he finally opened his eyes he was greeted by Hazels and he smiled placidly.

There was a loud drumming on the bedroom door, causing both of the siblings to jump in surprise.

"Are you two up yet?" The voice of Charlie sounded from the other side of the door.

"Just about," Hazel replied, using a paw to wipe a smear of her brother's cum from her lips.

"Well I should hope so, if it weren't for me you two would sleep the holidays away." He chuckled to himself and walked back down the landing.

"I wish," Mark mumbled as he listened to the sound of disappearing footsteps.

"He sure knows how to spoil the mood doesn't he," Hazel sighed and shook her head.

Mark sat up and put his arms arm his sister. He kissed her cheek, purposefully avoiding kissing her on the lips. She smirked at him in such a cunningly evil way that Mark could tell exactly what she planned to do. He shook his head slowly at first, then more frantically as she started to climb on top of him and flattened him against the mattress.

"No Hazel, please don't!" He whined in somewhat alarm and playful panic. She just continued to grin and move atop him.

Mark knew there was no point in resisting her; she would get her way eventually. He cringed when her lips pressed against his. He could feel her tongue jabbing at the outside of his mouth and he murmured something inaudible, yet it was obvious it was something out of protest. She was unrelenting and Mark finally gave up. He was not exactly looking forward to tasting his stuff again, but a small spark within spurred him on. His lips parted and Hazel's tongue passed cleanly inside his maw. He winced at the lingering flavour of his semen in her mouth. It was definitely not as strong as from the source, that at least he knew. Thought it still wasn't the nicest thing in the world to have to taste. He ultimately settled into the kiss and used his own tongue to explore around her mouth. When they broke away, a thin strand of saliva mixed with sperm linked their lips making their connection obvious. She murred happily and licked her chops. Mark rolled his eyes at her and smiled.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm getting in the shower," he said, gently slapping her sides as a signal to get off. She gracefully slipped a leg off him and placed it on the floor, soon to be followed by the other leg

"Not before me you don't!" Hazel squealed, standing up and turning quickly to push him back against the bed with a paw. She grabbed her nightgown from the floor and charged out of the room.

Mark was temporarily staggered by her shock assault, but far from out of the race. He bolted out of the room after her; either forgetting that he was naked or he simply didn't care. Hazel didn't realise how quick on his feet her brother was and had slowed down to put on her nightdress. A mistake she would not soon forget as a blur of orange fur that resembled her brother zoomed past her. Mark thudded his way down the hallway, skidding in to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and snapping the lock in to position. The next thing he heard, apart from his heart racing with excitement, was a light tapping on the door.

"Mark," a whiny little voice could be heard. "Please let me in?" She asked sweetly in her cutest tone of voice. Mark did feel sorry for her but just couldn't help sniggering. Hazel pawed at the door, clutching her loose fitting gown to make sure it was covering her up.

"Shall we make a deal?" He snickered, fully intending to exploit the situation.

"Mark, you know what I will stop doing for you if you don't let me in," She said with darkened eyes and a knowing voice. She counted one, two, three on her fingers, when on three, the door clicked open.

Mark opened the door and stood in full view. He was met by a less than happy look from his sister. His ears flattened submissively and he shied away from her. He suddenly became aware of his nakedness and had to hide himself behind the door.

"Get in here! Charlie might see us!" He shrieked in a whisper, motioning a paw in his direction.

She smirked at him and made a silent giggle. It was wonderful to see him like that, cute and funny without him even realising. She padded her way past him and flicked her tail up against his belly fur, making it twitch in response. Shifting his glance up and down the hallway to make sure their brother was not around, Mark quickly closed the door behind her. He yipped loudly and spun around clasping his paws over his rump, which had just been tightly squeezed. He shot her a look of discomfort and also apprehension. He was never sure what Hazel would do next, only having discovered this side to her a few weeks ago.

"Did that hurt the poor baby?" She questioned with an evil sort of grin, although Mark was pretty sure she didn't mean it.

"No," he answered in a sulky way, rubbing at the truthfully painful pinch he had received.

"Maybe a nice warm shower will take care of that," she said in a much more heart felt and seductive tone. She strolled over to the bathtub and pulled back the curtain. Like the rest of the bathroom the tub was white and pristine clean. The tiled walls were a similarly pale colour, except there was a line of royal blue tiles running in a strip around the room. The bath doubled up as a shower as the necessary attachment was fastened to the wall over hanging the tub bellow.

Mark grinned at the thought, easily knowing her meaning. This was definitely going to be something new for him to experience. Although he did prefer his showers as a peaceful time alone away from the world leaving him only with his thoughts, he supposed he could force himself to enjoy this. His tail wagged happily behind him as his expression turn to that befitting his tail's movements. He watched eagerly as his sister leaned forward and twisted the oddly shaped knob at the side of the wall. After a few seconds a spray of water came crashing down upon the large plastic basin below. It created a rippling pitter-patter sound that generated an ambient mood for the cavernous, otherwise, lifeless room. Mark smiled at the recognisable soothing resonance of beating water. He loved it when it was raining at night when he was in his bed. It was such a soul-settling hum that it often helped him get to sleep.

Hazel knew what that smile meant and could relate to him in that way. He was still standing by the doorway lost in his thoughts so she decided to hurry things along a bit. She bounded her way across to him and took both his paws in hers. She smiled that wonderful signature smile of hers and pulled him lightly towards the plumes of fog coming from the intensely hot water. They disappeared together in to the steam and Hazel had to turn the heat down quite a bit to get it to a tolerable level. The mist settled, losing its momentum in the air and finally dispersing until it could barely be seen. Still holding on to one of his paws, she lifted up her bare leg and placed it inside the bathtub. The other leg was soon to follow and so too was the rest of her body.

Mark was right behind her, eager to get his furry body in to the hot streaming water. A wash of clear liquid flooded over his face making him instinctively slam his eyes shut. The temperature was set perfectly and was no more or less than a gentle flow if warmth. Both of their fur changed colour immediately to a much darker shade of orange as the water clung to them. He tilted he head upwards to allow more of it to fall down his slick fur, his contented little grin told the full story. He had almost forgotten that his sister was in the shower with him until he felt a different kind of warmth captivate his lips. His eyes opened to see Hazel pressing up against him, her form becoming one with his. Her arms took hold of him and brought him close in to the embrace, the water flowing between them.

When he broke away he could see that the downward river like affect of the drenching from above accentuated her curves. They were so in love with one another that anybody watching them would have thought that this was the last minute on earth with the way they were cherishing every millisecond of their time together. It was impossible for this relationship to be wrong; there was no way they could be kept apart. Time just didn't pass quick enough when they were not together like this, in each other's arms and being held lovingly. It was a sad thought to think that society just wouldn't expect them and it brought a moment of distress for the couple. But they knew they had each other and that was all that mattered to them.

"Why do you have to be so breathtaking? Why do love me so much... when you could have anyone?" He simply whispered, staring in to her beautiful eyes. He did not know how somebody so sweet could have been condemned to live upon the planet earth and not lifted up in to the heavens to watch over the ones in need of guidance below.

She flashed him an almost teary beam of a smile, though he could not quite tell if those were tears or water droplets. Usually Hazel would be able to answer him with something modest and possibly humorous... but she had nothing this time. Her feelings for him boiled within her very veins and her heart throbbed when he was around. He was just so perfect for her; he never spoke ill of her, never let her down and never turned her away when she needed him the most. It was her wish not to see him hurt again, ever. She thought back to the time when Charlie left... but stopped herself, feeling her eyes well up even further. He was the fuel of her very life; the essence of her love personified itself in such a way that she was able to share it with him. Nobody had even come close to being her lover, yet she knew he was the one... her only one.

"Because you are my handsome little brother, whom has been nothing but kind to me his entire life. It would be wrong of me to fall in love with anybody else but you. I would do anything for you, I would do anything to keep you as mine. I could not imagine a life without you in it... there would simply be no point otherwise..." she finally answered him. That was from her heart and soul. She could find no other way to summarise her love for him.

Her words hit Mark more than he could have possibly imagined. He could tell that was a truly heart felt response and he felt like weeping. Never in his life before that moment has he had anything so magnificent, but at the same time solemn said about him. She cared for him everyday. She was so selfless and would always put him first no matter what the circumstances. She was his guiding star through the darkness and shadow of his life. She would always be there to brighten up his day and beam him that smile of hers.

He melted into her arms and surrounded her in his returned affection, holding her closer and tighter than ever. The soothingly warm water from above cascaded down them both, drenching them completely. Their paws travelled around each other's backs, feeling the slippery wet fur upon their paw pads and fingers. Mark's paws ran smoothly over her lower curves, taking in the majesty of her hips. He stretched around and took her buttocks into his palms, rolling his thumbs slowly over the silky mounds. He caressed her rump for a while, creating messy furrows with each pass of his paws. Her tail swayed calmly behind her, sometimes going rigid as a light moan escaped her.

Even through the mystic steam of the enclosed shower he could easily smell her scent. That aroma of such powerful magnitude had the desired affect on his body. His tip had already began to extend from its sheath and made its presence known. But this time it was about her, he had had his fun earlier.

He moved around behind her, sliding his body so that his front was pressed up against her back. A paw slid its way around her hip and brushed the very top of her groin. He only just passed by her clit, making Hazel whimper a little at the missed attention. He gently massaged her belly fur and stroked her inner thigh with his other paw. Hazel instinctively pushed herself back against him, rubbing her firm ass against his cock. Mark reacted with a weak puff of air, closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasurable feel of wet fur lapping at his member.

This time when his paw descended to her lowers it hit its intended target. Hazel moaned and arched her back, forcing more of his paw to touch her further. A single finger ran the length of his sister's slit, entering her only half an inch. She squirmed in his hugging grasp, fidgeting her hips so that he would force more inside of her. Mark licked her neck, ruffling her fur in the opposite direction before the streams of water flooding over her flattened it back down. He nuzzled her wet fur as a few more passes of the same finger caused Hazel to arch her back even more. Mark used his whole paw to simply rub at her entrance, although three fingers were doing most of the work. He pawed at her cunny for a while, never speeding up or slowing down.

Hazel's head tilted upwards, rolling over and resting upon his shoulder. She moaned with a light exhale, feeling his teasing touch tantalising her pussy lips. She felt Mark relent as his whole finger up to the knuckle pushed inside. Her whole body tensed up then immediately relaxed when the first proper insertion was over. She murred calmly, bringing her paws back around herself trying to locate her brothers buttocks. She squeezed at each cheek when she found them. She could feel the tension in his lower back shift from side to side as his tail flicked behind him.

Mark worked that single finger in and out of her love tunnel for a while, feeling her cunt muscles rhythmically contract and release. He received a whimper when he pulled out, but the noise was soon followed by a pleasured groan as his digit rubbed against her clit. Mark knew that that little nub hidden under its fleshy hood was the sweet spot. Only through exploration of his sisters 'parts' did he learn this. He was pleased with himself once he did and he was told exactly what it was he had discovered.

Using his other paw now, he played with her clit with nimble fingers. With his freed right paw he was able to go back to penetrating her. In the position they were in he could only get one single finger inside of her vulva. Despite this, the speed at which he worked it in and out of her and his clitoris play was building her up to a climax. He felt her convulse as his finger worked over a more ridged part of her vagina. He figured this must have been a good spot as each time he rubbed over it she moaned and whimpered.

She tingled all over, feeling everything so perfect. The heat from the water flowing over her warmed her to the very core. She panted helplessly, not being able to contain herself for much longer. She nearly chocked on some water that found it's way down her throat and in to her airway. But the only thing she cared about was the burning desire in her loins. She began to moan loudly and writhe within her brother's grip. Her orgasm struck her like a freight train, pounding away at her body. Waves of bliss steamed through her as she bucked and thrust down hard upon Mark's paw.

Mark could only speed up and try to hold her to stop her from slipping and hurting herself. Even with the wash of fresh water over him, he could still feel the gush of her fluids down his legs. Her sticky cream trickled easily along Mark's fur as it was wet and flattened. He felt Hazel tremble and again he had to steady her. She had seemed to lose all control of her body and he could tell that he was the only thing holding her up while she came.

Hazel nearly passed out as everything was simply too much for her. Her vision blurred with water and her mind became completely focused on her peak. It lasted longer than she could have dreamed as she continued to thrash around. Eventually, she did come down from her intense orgasm and sunk even further in to Mark's arms. She felt a kiss being planted on her head between her ears and she murred heavenly. She was too weak to stand by herself, but with Mark's help she managed it.

Mark watched the slightly discoloured shower water, thickened with Hazel's juices, flood away and down the plughole. He smiled to himself and nuzzled the sodden face fur of his partner.

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Mark went thundering down the stairs at high speed giving chase to his sister who was just a few steps ahead of him. She giggled energetically, clutching a small black object in her right paw. Mark was less enthusiastic about the situation and had a more worried look on his face.

"Hazel! Give it Back!" He shrieked, having lost control of his voice whilst trying to catch her up.

"I just want to have a look!" She called back, still laughing.

Hazel hit the hallway with a thumb and expert bending of her knees, instantly she stood back up and ran towards the lounge. Mark was hot on her tail and a mere second after her he landed on the floor, but a lot less graceful than she did. He fell forwards, tripping on thin air and only just saving himself with his quick instincts by putting out his paws to cushion his fall. His was dazed, though it didn't stop him for long. Within seconds he was back on his feet and pursuing her once more. He tore around the doorway into the living room to find Hazel led comfortably on one of the sofas.

"What took you so long?" She smirked cruelly, holding the object in her paws about eye level.

"Just give it back Hazel," he asked her firmly, giving her a cold and tired look. He panted for air, but that wasn't his main concern.

"What's the magic word?" She grinned, thumbing the item she held and looking at it intently.

"Please..." he grumbled lowly.

"What was that?" She flashed her eyelashes at him.

"Please can I have my mobile phone back?" He almost begged.

"Nope" She answered him quickly, pressing a few more buttons.

"Why not!" He yelped loudly. He feared what she might find, being that his inbox was mainly filled to the brim with texts from Mist. If she was to read even one of them, he was done for.

"Ah ha!" She finally yelled out after a long moment of silence.

Mark gulped loudly thinking quickly of a good enough explanation. He could feel himself tense up and his heart race.

"Would you like to explain this young man?" She said, putting emphasis on the word 'this.' She held out the phone so that it was facing him.

Mark could barely stop himself from wincing in pain, but when he looked more closely at the phone he could see no words at all. Instead, he saw an image he was all too familiar with. Even though his whole body relaxed at the realisation that she had not been looking through his texts, his furry face and ears blushed heavily. He made a weak sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll explain for you then." She said swiftly, giving him no time to object before speaking again. "It looks to me like two vixens. One straddling the others muzzle whilst rubbing her own nipples and visibly moaning. And if I'm also correct, the one underneath is playing with her pussy," She smirked again, giggling a few more times.

"They call that invasion of privacy you know," he mumbled vainly.

"Not private if it's become public knowledge," she answered him back.

He just stuck his tongue out at her, having nothing more to say. She tossed the phone over to him and he caught it, albeit a little clumsily. He switched it off immediately, pressing in the button atop the phone and holding it down until the screen flashed blank.

"There you two are," Charlie walked in to the room and announced. He was holding a transparent glass in his paw and a drying cloth in his other. "What were you doing up there to take that long?" Charlie asked curiously, knowing they had been awake for quite some time now.

"Ever heard of personal hygiene?" Hazel retorted with a little smirk. She gave Mark a quick wink and he sniggered. Charlie just rolled his eyes at them, turning back towards the kitchen and shaking his head lightly.

Mark and Hazel looked at each other for a moment; quietly they thought about what had just transpired. Hazel was the first to burst out into laughter obviously finding it funny. Mark couldn't help but laugh along with her. Admittedly, although it was frightening to think that things may have been heard whilst they were in the shower together, it was hilarious.

The ear-splitting ring of the houses cordless phone broke their laughter with its violent and sudden noisy attack. It was soon after silenced when Charlie picked it up. Both siblings could here him say 'hello' and 'hold on one minute, I'll get him for you'. With that, Charlie entered the room and held out the phone towards Mark.

"Phone for you Mark," he said, allowing it to slip freely into Marks paw.

"Hello," Mark answered the phone he had placed to his ear.

"Hey stud!" The excited feminine voice of his feline lover sang from the speaker.

"Hey Mist!" Mark immediately perked up. His tail swished frantically and his ears fully erected at the sound of her voice.

"How's everything your end?" She asked politely.

"I'm great thanks, just got up if I'm honest," he chuckled with a broad smile. He thought back to the events of only about ten minutes ago, but quickly had to discard them.

"So my parents are out at work leaving just me all alone... I don't really want it to stay that way so um..." she stopped her sentence and giggled. "I thought maybe you would want to come round?" She tempted him, a little bit of redness flushing her cheeks as she said it.

"That would be great! I would love to!" He replied, his tail now becoming a blur of fur.

All too soon his good mood was obliterated. Mark heard a small "a-hem" from behind him, which made him turn to the noise. He eyes walked over his sister who was standing with her arms crossed and a foot tapping lightly on the ground. She had a less than impressed look on her face that said exactly what she was thinking. Mark's heart sank into his stomach, his tail ceased its energized sway and hung limply behind him, and so to did his ears as they hugged close against his head. He gulped audibly, not wanting to say what he had to.

"I'm really sorry Mist... I've got some stuff to do at home today, maybe some other time," his tone was apologetic and a little shaky.

"Oh..." came her only reply, making Mark sink even further into despair. After a short pause that seemed to take forever she spoke again. "Okay, well if you've got stuff to do then I shouldn't be pulling you away from it all. Anyway, you should be spending time with your brother, I'm always going to be here for you," she concluded with a tiny unheard sigh.

"Yeah... look I'm sorry Mist, I'll make it up to you, I promise," he said with a smile returning to his face.

"No worries, I'll speak to you later," she responded a bit cheerier.

"Of course, speak to you soon," he reassured her.

"Love you," she said quite unexpectedly. He gathered she didn't know there was anybody else in the room. His ears turned pink, even though he knew Hazel couldn't have heard her.

"My ister-say is in the oom-ray," he spoke quietly, yet he did not whisper. He knew his sister was not familiar with Pig Latin, so he was safe to use it.

"Oh, well you owe me one then," she giggled.

A few more goodbyes later and the usual difficulty of deciding who was going to put down the phone first, Mark was able to relieve his lungs of the hefty amount of air he had been storing. It upset him to let her down like that, but he had to choose between the lesser of two evils.

He mind was wiped clean when he was suddenly whisked into a close embrace and a kiss. He didn't have time to do or say anything before he was completely unable to. His fears were instantly set to rest as his fickle brain forgot all about his little lost kitten. When they broke apart his stunned face was the only thing that greeted Hazels warming smile.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "Come on, lets go get lunch," she said, pulling away from him entirely and heading towards the door.

"Lunch?" Was his only vague confused reply.

"Yeah, you might want to look at the time once and a while," she laughed quietly, not even turning to him and walking out the door.

Mark looked over at the clock on the wall and indeed it was just gone twelve O'clock. He grinned at the thought that he had last known the time to be half past ten. They had been having fun for much longer than he realised.

He clicked back to the task at hand, formally known as getting something to eat. He padded out the lounge door and crossed over the hallway to enter the kitchen. He saw Hazel with her muzzle already buried in the fridge and Charlie putting away the last few things from what must have been his early lunch. Mark's belly grumbled at the thought of food, having not eaten since last night. He stepped further in to the kitchen with his padded feet making tiny slapping sounds on the stony tiled floor.

"What's for lunch Charlie?" He asked a bit cheekily, knowing that he was going to be making his own.

"If I remember correctly, there is a plate of cold pasta that still needs to be eaten from last night," he looked over his shoulder and smirked at him.

Marks ears lowered at the mere mention of his obligation. A knot grew in his stomach at the thought of having to choke down something like that. He heard his sister snigger from over by the fridge. He just shot her a look of contempt as his response.

"But... since your big brother has already eaten it, I guess you're just going to have find something else for your lunch," he said in a voice that seemed to suggested that this was a bad thing for Mark.

Mark's ears perked up immediately and his tail swung side to side happily. He smiled broadly and couldn't fight the urge to hug his brother. He raced across the floor and firmly attached himself to his brother's waist. He nuzzled in to his clothed fur showing his abundant affection. Charlie smiled and stroked his head fur

"Some ones in a cuddly mood this morning," he laughed light-heartedly. "As much as I like a good hug, do you think that your big bro could have his hips back?" He asked playfully.

"Nope," Mark shook his head, adamant that he wanted to stay where he was.

"Do I have to tickle you?" He questioned with a knowing grin. Mark quickly released his brother stepping away at the same time. "Really? I thought you quite enjoyed it last time?" He winked at him.

Mark blushed profusely, his tail hugged around his leg as he became awfully sheepish. He scooted away and moved towards the fridge beside Hazel. She brought her head from out of the fridge, closing the door and jumping a little as she turned to see Mark standing next to her. Mark gave her a roguish smile, but at the same time it almost seemed pleading.

"No," she suddenly spoke in a hard tone.

"No, what?" Mark questioned her, yet still keeping the same look.

"I know that face, make your own lunch," she stepped away from the fridge holding the bits and pieces she needed to make a sandwich. Mark sank and a sad pouting frown appeared on his face. He flicked out his tongue at her before turning back to the fridge.

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The day had progressed quickly turning from daylight to dark without the three siblings realising. Liz and Derek had returned, typically, at around half five, but they were in somewhat of a rush. Derek had received a request from his boss to take some customers out and persuade them to do business with their company. He was always given such tasks, not only because he was the head of sales, but also because he was the best they had. As usual, Liz was his 'arm candy' and was obliged to go to most meeting such as this one. She didn't really mind, although it was dead boring having to sit and listen to business related discussions all night long.

After a quick change into their best eveningwear, they were off in the car to drive to a restaurant about thirty minutes away. As expected, Hazel was in charge of Mark's safety and Charlie too decided he would stay in with them. Having access to the large television in the lounge and the surround sound that came with it did carry certain advantages. The main one being that they could watch a film with booming sound and quality visuals. Of course, Mark and Charlie were all up for watching a good horror film. Unfortunately, the overpowering voice of a teenage girl managed to win out on this occasion.

Thankfully, the two brothers were not subjected to any films that included cute fluffy talking animals and they all settled for something they equally enjoyed. Not having been cooked anything for dinner and Charlie simply having a lazy day, Derek left his children some money to buy take out. A unanimous decision between the three of them meant they ordered an extra large pizza.

"Mark, Where are you?" Came a loud almost shouting female voice.

"The downstairs bathroom!" Mark shouted back, annoyed to be disturbed.

"Well hurry up will you," Hazel called back.

Mark sighed and flicked the door lock into position so entry was prohibited. He was indeed in the bathroom, although he was not doing what one would usually do in a bathroom. He held the phone he was gripping in his paw up to his ear. The dial tone sounded and he waited eagerly.

"Hello, Molly Thornton speaking," came the response at the other end of the line.

"Hello Molly," Mark answered her enthusiastically, yet respectfully.

"Oh hi Mark, you'll be wanting Mist I presume. I'll just go get her for you," she said merrily.

"Thank you," Mark replied. He waited for only a few seconds before he was spoken to again.

"Hey stud," came the familiar sweet voice of his beloved feline.

"Hey beautiful," he replied with a smile and a flick of his tail.

"I gather nobody is around this time," she giggled.

"You'd be right about that," Mark answered with a chuckle. A moment of silence passed between them.

"When are we going to tell them Mark, I don't see why its such a big deal anyway, I mean Jimmy knows, both our parents are going to find out sooner or later," she stated.

"NO!" He yelled without due consideration and quickly had to adlib. "No we can't... because... um," he stuttered, thinking rapidly but having nothing jump straight to mind he lost the fight.

"Why Mark, what is your big problem with them knowing?" She asked resolutely, not backing down.

"Um because... they would get all squishy about it, you know how parents are," he laughed feebly.

"That's not a good enough reason Mark, come on, out with it," she raised her voice a little, but not by much.

Mark thought for a minute, considering weather he wanted to tell her or not the real reason. He had being dying to tell somebody for ages about his special time with Hazel. 'Maybe Mist will understand?' He thought to himself, before quickly discarding his thought.

"Look, this is not why I called you okay, we'll talk about it later, I promise," he was forced to sound commanding, yet he tried to sound submissive at the same time. He hears her sigh, basically telling him that she has given in.

"Aright, but only because I love you," she said sweetly. "What is it you phoned about then?" She inquired with a slightly fed up tone.

"I've had a really great idea and I think you're going to like it," he hummed with a mischievous grin.

"What?" She replied cautiously, although admittedly she was intrigued.

"How about I come over later tonight," he said very suavely.

"Yeah, but my parents will be here dummy," she rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see.

"Not if I come over when everyone is asleep, kitten," he whispered to her, making it sound even more enticing and forbidden.

"When ever one is asleep," she said confusedly. It didn't take Mist long to come to a decision and she grinned was a naughty spark in her eyes. "Why not, with everybody in bed, who knows what we might get up to," she purred seductively.

"Great! Meet me at your front door at twelve O'clock sharp," he made sure to add emphasise to the 'sharp' bit.

A few goodbyes' later, he hung up and perked up his ears to listen for movements that would tell him if anybody was about. Not hearing anything he concluded that he was alone. He stepped up to the door and flicked the lock open. Before he opened the door he slipped the phone in to his back pocket to avoid detection. With a quick thrust he forced open the door, not wanting it to seem like he was nervous by opening it slowly. Thankfully, nobody was about and he could put the phone back in safety. He half crept and half walked down the hallway wanting to evade revealing himself needlessly.

"There you are, well it's about time, how long does it take you to go for a wiz anyway?" Charlie said unexpectedly from behind him.

Mark spun around to hide the protruding phone is his pocket and prayed he didn't see. What confused him is why he was waiting in the dining room adjoined to the kitchen instead of the lounge at the other side and end of the hall. He searched quickly for a clever enough answer.

"A long time when you haven't been all day," he replied with a merry smile. "What were you doing in the dining room?" He decided to ask out of curiosity.

"Napkins, we've run out in the kitchen and I knew there were some in the dining room," he answered swiftly, displaying the patterned pieces of tissue in his paw. "Toffee popcorn can get pretty messy," he chuckled and walked past Mark to enter the lounge. "You coming?" He gestured for Mark to enter ahead of him.

"Got to fetch something from the kitchen," Mark was quick to pass up his offer.

Charlie shrugged and disappeared behind the doorway. Mark made a speedy dash for the kitchen hoping to escape any more encounters. He successfully reached the phone holder and placed the handset back where it belonged. It made a loud beep notifying him that it was charging. He cringed at the sound, forgetting that happened. He stayed motionless, just listening to see if he was noticed. When he was sure, he walked out of the kitchen, crossed the hallway and strolled in to the lounge. He received a casual smile from both his siblings to which he simply smiled back.

Charlie watched him take a seat next to Hazel. He noticed how they looked at each other for an unusual period of time when Mark sat down. He didn't pay it much mind though as he also noticed that Mark was empty pawed, even though he had said that he needed to fetch something.

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Exactly one hundred and forty seven minutes later, the film came to an end and the credits rolled on. It was late, the hand on the clock spoke true as the time neared half past eleven. Mark did not want to seem to eager to get to bed, but neither did he want to miss he rendezvous with Mist.

He yawned widely and stretched his arms pretending that he was tired. He allowed his eyelids to droop over his vision, bringing up his paws to rub them. He tried to get comfortable on the sofa, tossing and turning trying to find the best position. He wasn't actually sleepy at all, although he was doing a pretty good job of making it look as if he were. He closed his eyes completely as he finally settled on a comfy spot to rest with his head propped up against the armrest.

Hazel couldn't help but yawn at Mark's display of lethargy, shortly followed by Charlie. Both brother and sister looked at each other, silencing their conversation.

"Well I think it maybe best if we hit the hay," Charlie spoke up, stretching as he did.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. What do we do with this lump here?" She asked, placing a paw on Mark's head and running her fingers through his tuft of brown hair.

Just then there was the sound of the front door unlocking, which made Hazel jump slightly, but not Charlie. The voices of their parents could be heard in the hallway near to the sitting room door. They looked over at the door expectantly, waiting for one of them to enter. Liz opened up the door, hearing the sound of the television she realised where her children must be.

"Good evening all," she beamed cheerily, happy to be home and see her family.

"Hey mum, good night?" Charlie asked with a knowing smirk.

She rolled her eyes as her reply making Charlie laugh inwardly. He knew how much she disliked business nights and also knew she wasn't to say anything with Derek around either.

"So what have you lot been up to, whatever it was its worn out poor Mark," she asked, making the observation of Mark sleeping on the sofa.

"We just watched television most of the day, Charlie boy here couldn't be bothered to do much else," Hazel grinned over at him.

"Hey, you weren't making much of an effort to do anything today either," Charlie was quick to jump to his own defence, even though he knew she was messing around.

"Charlie, you are the oldest and I would expect you to be more responsible with these two," she told him firmly but playfully, giving a wink over at Hazel

"But she... I... she," Charlie stuttered, buying into their little performance and not quite getting their secretive playful attitude.

"Well as long as they haven't got square eyes I don't see the harm, though I'm a bit disappointed with you Charlie, you should know better," Liz kept up a good act, even with an overwhelming urge to laugh.

"Yes mum," he moped with a slightly ashamed look on his face, crossing his arms and averting his eyes from anyone else's.

Not being able to keep it in any longer, the two girls's started to laugh. Charlie looked between them, changing his gaze from one to the other. A pillow came his way and hit him in the chest.

"Geez Charlie, if I knew you were this gullible, I would have done this kind of thing a long time ago," Hazel cackled loudly.

"Oh yeah, two against one, hardly fair is it," he sulked, trying to conceal his actual amusement.

Mark kicked out in his sleep, groaning lightly and shifting his position. All three of them looked over at him, falling silent. Mark did not stir any further and settled back down. Mother, son and daughter all made an unspoken agreement of how cute Mark was when he was sleeping.

"Well I think bed is the right idea," Liz spoke up. "Good night you two and you Mark," she said gently with a smile.

"Good night mum," both siblings wished in relative unity. Liz vanished in to the corridor and headed up the stairs to join her husband in bed.

"Charlie, do you want to do the honours of carrying him upstairs?" Hazel asked, motioning towards the napping teen fox.

"Nah, I think we'll leave him for tonight," he shook his head.

"Aright then, best get him a blanket though," Hazel said, falling suddenly quiet as she finished.

A hush fell between them as they looked at each other awkwardly. Charlie made the first move and stepped in towards her. Hazel looked away nervously, keeping her eyes fixated on the floor. He came with in arms length of her. He stretched out his arm and placed a paw on her shoulder. She looked up at him as he stroked down the side of her fuzzy appendage.

Hazel could not resist him and brought him in to a cuddle. Her head rested against his chest as she nuzzled him. Her arms wrapped tightly around the blue foxes stomach. She felt up his back pawing at it and enjoying his scent. He whispered something in to her ear, which made Hazel shudder somewhat. Their embrace stopped as suddenly as it started with Hazel pulling away and looking down at the floor. She fidgeted around and rubbed at her paws uncertainly.

"I'll just go get that blanket," she stammered slightly, scurrying readily away. Charlie sighed and followed her, deciding to retreat to bed and get some sleep.

Little did they suspect that Mark had been listening the whole time and had managed to dupe them all with his masterful acting. If he had had his eyes open, then he would have seen the odd intimate hug his brother and sister gave each other.

He felt something being placed over him and he guessed it was the blanket Hazel spoke of. He caught hold of it and brought it up to his muzzle smiling as he did so. He was made aware of his sister's presence when her fingers ran through his hair again. He wanted to leap out and hold her close, but knew that wasn't possible right know. Lips were applied to his cheek as she leant over and tenderly kissed him.

"Good night, my love," she whispered, before standing up straight, flicking off the light and going up stairs to bed.

Mark waited a while, being vigilante of anyone who was still awake. He could hear movements and slightly creaky floorboards from upstairs telling him one of his family members was not yet in bed. He remained motionless and silent with erect ears.

After about five more minutes, all traces of sound had stopped. Waiting a few more minutes to make sure, he finally flipped the blanket off himself and crawled off the sofa. Standing up, he found the room dark and lifeless. It took some amount of careful navigation to find his way to the lounge doorway. His first task was to collect his shoes from the cabinet at the other end of the hall. He needed nothing else accept himself, clothing and a key.

After applying his footwear he crept over to the front door and picked up the key. He pushed the key in to the lock, which made a scraping sound. He looked over his shoulder with wide eyes trying to see through the dark. With a speedy click and a clack the door gave way and opened. He stepped out in to the darkness of the night, closing and locking the door behind himself, putting the key securely in his jeans pocket.

He was starting to regret this, forgetting how much he disliked the dark. Luckily, if he kept to the main roads he would have a nice lamp lit route and if he walked quickly it shouldn't take him too long to get there. He was also fortunate that he lived in a very low crime area of the county. In fact, the last recorded break-in was over a year ago and murders were practically non-existent. Still, he knew he had to be cautious and keep his guard up.

He never realised how haunting his street looked at night. There were usually at least a few people walking around and the odd car driving past, but it looked somewhat like a ghost town now. Empty roads and paths, no people, no noise in the slightest except the sound of his soles on tarmac. He looked around his general location seeing only darkness and sleeping houses all around him. There were a few lights on in some houses, which frightened him a little as he started to wonder why they were still up.

His mind changed to other things and being completely alone, it gave him time to think. He thought about how he would have never done this kind of thing only a few weeks ago. He laughed at that thought, noticing a lot of changes in himself lately. His gamestation hadn't exactly been gathering dust, but he knew he hadn't been playing on it as much as he usually would. His feeling had altered a great deal as well; he felt so much love for Hazel and Mist. Before he just loved Hazel in the sense of one family member loving another, but he knew now that there was something more to it than that.

His journey eventually came to its end at Mist's front door. He looked down at his wrist then instantly winced. He hated his brain sometimes, especially when it failed him. He came all this way and he was stupid enough not to bring his wristwatch. He couldn't knock because that ran the risk of waking the rest of the house up. He had no idea of the time and for all he knew he could be waiting for half an hour before Mist comes to the door. He lifted himself off the ground heightening himself with his tiptoes. He peered in through the arch of patterned glass at the top of the door. Of course, the very reason said glass was there was to stop people from looking in. It was too dark inside the house to see anything anyway. He sighed and lowered back down so his heels were once again touching solid material.

He spun around quickly when he thought her heard something behind him. His heart pounded as the adrenaline rushed through his body, getting him ready to flee or fight anyone who might be sneaking up on him. He saw only blackness and nothing more. He turned slowly to face the door again and nearly jumped backwards a mile. He yelped without due consideration of the consequences, his eyes growing wide with sudden fright.

"What are you doing silly?" Mist called in a raspy low voice, having witnesses the spectacle Mark had made of himself.

"Don't scare me like that," Mark whispered, putting a paw on his chest to try and soothe his furiously beating heart.

"We can discuss all the things you're scared of later, now keep quite and get in here," she spoke softly, gesturing for him to enter.

Mark tread softly inside the entrance, looking about himself one last time. It was only when he got close to her that he realised she was only wearing a pair of white panties and a white bra. He stared for a moment, simply taking in the sight before his eyes.

He bent down to take off his shoes and placed them out of the way. When he stood up he was taken by surprise yet again as a pair of arms swiftly wrapped around his neck. He was getting used to being jumped like that and he was only staggered for a moment before responding in kind. He felt his affectionate kitty melt in to him and a tranquil smile found its way to his muzzle. She was so warm and cosy that he never wanted to break away from her. He could feel the vibrations coming from her chest as she purred calmly. He loved the way her smooth fur felt between his fingers. He nuzzled against the side of her cheek before pulling away slightly so he could lick it lovingly.

She grinned widely and squeezed him even tighter. With one simple look and an almost telepathic link told them what they wanted next. They both leant in towards each other and their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. The fiery excitement grew within them with each passing second, a burning lust nurtured by love spawned like a phoenix out of the fire. Mouths opened and tongues passed in to the new openings to explore familiar territory. Ripples of pleasure exploded throughout their bodies, making them tingle all over.

Already Mark was panting, his chest heaving with every breath of scented air he took in. She energized him to no end and sent his heart into overdrive, thumping mercilessly against his ribcage. He felt as if he might faint in his light-headed journey to wonderland. When they decided to end it and pulled away, they still had their eyes closed. They had an equally pleasant view of the one they adored as they opened their eyes again

"What you thinking?" Mist purred sexily.

"Sofa," Mark answered, knowing what she meant.

"My bed, more comfortable and more room," she contradicted him with a sly smile.

"Can't argue with that," he replied with a slightly coy grin.

She grabbed his paw and took it in hers, dragging him along with no effort. They travelled quietly, carefully considering each step they took. They reached the stairs and Mist looked back at her lover squeezing his paw tighter. She gave him a worried look as the very first step she put her foot on creaked noisily. Mark shrugged his reply giving her a similarly anxious expression. She rolled her eyes and mouthed the words 'thank you very much.' Having little other choice, she continued to climb the flight of stairs with Mark in tow. It hadn't been this difficult when she was getting down them.

Mark followed behind her, letting her take complete control of this one. He cringed and tensed every time another squeak sounded. He could feel both himself and Mist constrict more firmly on each other's paw. He began to get clammy all over with the very real fear of being caught. Mist doesn't talk much about her father and the only thing he knew about him was that he was ex-military. He gulped at the thought of being captured by such a man. His mind began to fabricate paranoid consequences of what might be done to him. He pictured rope, a chair and a large lamp. He shook his head viciously to try and shift his brain into a gear that didn't imagine him being interrogated. Although, through it all, he felt a twinge in his lower region signalling to him he was getting hard.

When they reached the top of the stairway Mark let go a silent exhale of pent up tension. They weren't there yet, but at least the hardest part was over. They tread lightly along the landing, passing slowly by her parent's bedroom door. They finally arrived at Mist's room after what seemed like an hour had passed. She had left her door open so entry was easy. She stepped in and allowed Mark to pass by her, flicking her tail at the growing bulge in his trousers. He quivered a little as she did so and watched as she closed the door behind them.

Her cunning grin told him all he needed to know as he immediately began to remove his t-shirt. Just as he had whipped off his top he found himself being pounced upon. He collided with the bed behind him bouncing up and down with Mist on top of him. He could feel something hot and damp on his white tummy fur. He blinked a few times through blurry eyes and saw that she was straddling his belly and staring right in to his dazed eyes. He stared right back at her becoming entranced by her cat eyes. He moved his paws up her sides and caressed her gently, feeling her slender figure in his grip. He could see the damp grey patch on her panties where her obvious arousal had been accumulating. Looking up her body, taking in her cute frame his vision came to rest on her breasts. Her nipples were already erected and making themselves known through the material of her bra.

Marks paws worked their way up her back and located her bra strap easily undoing it. The garment was flung aside and Mist's perfectly rounded breasts bounced free. His cock twitched at the very sight of them and he felt his own wet patch of pre-cum mounting on the inside of his boxers. He cupped each of her breasts with a paw and massaged them gently. His thumb rolled up and over her nipple, flicking and rubbing it tenderly.

Mist purred happily above him, arching her back slightly and closing her eyes. She reached back behind herself and rummaged around until she found what she was searching for. She caught a hold of Mark's jeans top button and pulled it apart. His zip was next and was quickly dragged down to its lowest point. She felt his member instantly snap out of its resting place and thwack her paw. She giggled down at Mark and he made a shy smile at the obvious need he had. It was a straightforward operation to unbutton his boxers and free his shaft from the tyranny of its constraining fabric prison.

Mark continued to massage the orbs in his paws and enjoyed the fondling going on around his crotch. An unexpected soft moan escaped his muzzle as Mist seized his cock. Her supple paw wrapped all the way around him and started to pump up and down. Mark closed his eyes and began to breathe out little groans of pleasure. He suddenly sat up, opening his eyes and pressing his lips around one of her nipples. Mist moaned and arched her back, speeding up her paw on Mark's length. He took the nipple in between his teeth and bit down on it, but not hard enough to cause any pain. A quiet pant of delight took flight from Mist at the feel of suction and teeth on her nipple. Mark switched to her other breast and applied the same technique to it. She was now rubbing so hard and so fast, her paw had become a blur over Mark's member. He grunted and bucked his hips into her paw, feeling his climax creeping up in him.

With a paw of his own, he was forced to stop her before he was too far-gone, much to his own displeasure. He breathed quickly, trying to quell the rising feeling of orgasm in his lower region. They looked into each other's eyes again and they made a deep connection. It was as if they were looking in to the others souls and seeing the very essence that created them. They touched lips in a kiss, but it was only quick and soft.

"Stud," Mist said dreamily.

"Beautiful," Mark replied, pushing his muzzle to her cheek and nuzzling her.

She purred and snuggled him back, totally losing herself in the moment. Mark sat up even more and caught hold of Mist's back as he slowly lowered her to come to rest on the bed with him on top of her. He kissed her on the lips a few times and licked her cheek only to receive a lick of his own. She giggled and he smiled amorously. Mark moved like a serpent as he leisurely worked his way down her body and came to rest at the sweet smelling discoloured area on her panties. He sniffed the air and was infused by the scent. An elated euphoria filled his senses and he quivered with excitement.

His long tongue stretched out and pressed lightly between her folds. He felt her quiver and she groaned softly as he licked the full length of her slit. Her juices pooled on his tongue and teased his taste buds. He murred in utter delight from her somewhat sweet yet tangy flavour. The very tip of his lengthy muscle flicked over her clit. He received a moan and a gush of sexual fluids for his efforts. He lapped it up quickly, brushing between her sensitive pussy lips. Another moan and a shudder came from his kitten each time his tongue passed over her gash.

He suddenly stopped, getting a whimper of displeasure from Mist. He smiled and crawled back up her body, placing his arms on the outside of her body and his legs inside hers. He kissed her on the lips. She purred into the kiss, her paws reached up behind Mark's back and smoothed it gently. She could feel Mark's probing tip at her entrance, but he did not enter her. She allowed him to remove his boxers and trousers and fling them to the floor. Her paws trekked down his back and towards his rump. She cupped each of Mark's buttocks and squeezed them softly. She then forced them into her self so that his member powered straight through her tight flesh, hilting him immediately. Mist cried out in both pain and pleasure at being penetrated so hard, so fast, even though it was through her own doing.

Mark gave her a concerned look and was about to pull out before she stopped him by holding his arms still. She leant forward and licked his cheek reassuringly, letting her lover know that she was fine. Mark smiled warmly and continued what Mist had started. His hips moved backwards, removing himself from her completely. In one swift and powerful motion he speared her on the full length of his shaft. His groin collided with hers and Mist nearly squealed with joy. Her claws gripped tightly at the sheets, but released slightly when he pulled out again. She tensed back up when she felt the intruder force its way into her depths once more. Her inner muscles stretched compactly around the invading organ to accommodate its girth.

Mark grunted each time his cock passed into her tight constructing love tunnel. He could feel her ridged innards tugging and grasping at his member, desperately trying to get more of it inside her small body. He could feel the evident resistance when he tried to withdraw, it was almost as if she never wanted him to leave. Mark closed his eyes firmly; concentrating so fully on giving her pleasure it impaired all of his other functions. He stopped puling out of her entirely and started to pump into her at a much greater speed. He was like a piston, working his shaft in and out of her at a constant pace.

Mist could feel every single solid inch of her foxy lovers length as he humped her. She could feel it pulsate within her as she wriggled beneath him. She gasped for air each time he was fully hilted then let out a regular pattern of whimpering pants as he withdrew. She clawed more urgently at the bed sheets, needing to grip onto something for her tension to be released on. She couldn't open her eyes, no matter how much she wanted to look upon the one giving her so much bliss. The words she wanted to utter formed in her mouth, but she did not have the puff to say them.

A long suppressed moan bubbled from within her and exploded out of her muzzle. She was forced to clasp her left paw over her mouth to stop it from waking anyone it was so ferocious. She flung herself into a seating position and threw her arms around his neck. She bit hard into his fur to stop any more moans from expressing themselves verbally.

Mark winced at the small amount of pain on his shoulder, but the immense ecstasy he was feeling replaced any anguish he felt. He panted urgently, trying to bring air to his starved lungs. His head tilted back and he looked up at the ceiling as he hips bucked in time with hers. Their crotches pounded together in a fray of carnal lust as the two of them lost themselves in a world where only pleasure existed and their senses had been amplified to an even greater extent.

Mist moaned her loudest yet, unleashing a muffled scream into Mark's furry shoulder. She had to bite him or otherwise she would definitely wake somebody up. The cry was that of a climax as Mist came hard around Mark's shaft. Her whole body convulsed and rippled with her orgasm. She gripped tightly onto Mark's back, digging her claws into his flesh whilst nearly crushing the life out of him. She almost totally lost it, not being able to control her peak. She stopped breathing and just continued to squash the poor fox in her arms.

Although Mark was in a lot of pain from the biting on his shoulder, the compression on his chest and the loss of the ability to breathe, he couldn't care less. The only thing that now concerned him was the powerful surges of pleasure rocking his entire body. He could feel her tightly stretched pussy walls clamping hard around his shaft. Her hot wet tunnel clenched onto him for dear life, sucking veraciously on his member with a rhythmic pulse. Mark's cock throbbed urgently as his orgasm built within him.

With a sudden long and loud groan coming from deep down in Mark, he reached his climax not twenty seconds after Mist. A single electrifying sensation travelled the span of Mark's body, top to tail. His sac tightened up against his crotch. He went absolutely stiff as he let fly the first spurt of cum. Unmitigated pleasure shook Mark's, comparatively, puny body. His fur stood on end as stimulating shivers passed over him. His mouth hung open and his eyes squeezed firmly shut. He grunted and released another jet of his semen into his beautiful Kitten.

It was then that Mist had her second climax at the feel of his sperm splashing against her walls. She loved that feeling of being completely full. She wanted to feel him cum inside her and coat her innards with his white produce. She squealed into his shoulder again, taking in a new clump of his fur. She milked his shaft for all he was worth as her orgasm shattered what little energy she had left. She fell away from his arms and hit the bed behind her as her back bumped against it.

Mark felt Mist reaching her peak once more and he growled lustily. An unrelenting chain of ejaculations rocketed into her. His hips collided in alignment with hers, each time he was wholly hilted he released yet another blast of semen. His grunts became less potent as his orgasm went into remission and the flow of sperm started to slow down. Eventually, there were only a few droplets left in the tank, which simply dribbled out with little force.

Mark was absolutely spent when he finally found the energy to slip out of her. He could feel his and her sticky produce all over his penis and where their connection had allowed the mixture to spill out, their fur was matted and glistening. Mist's cunt tried desperately to keep Mark inside of her as it jerked to try and stop him from escaping. It was to no avail as Mark pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of her. He panted madly, now having the ability to breathe again he was determined to refill his lungs. It was all he could do to stop himself from falling backwards and drifting off into to a deep sleep.

He looked over at Mist who was having the same problem with her breathing except she was already asleep. Mark leaned over her and stroked her cheek. She purred sleepily and shifted beneath him. He slipped his arms underneath her body and gently pulled her up the bed. In an almost half awake half asleep state, Mist moved along with him and was soon resting her head on the pillow. Mark flipped the bed sheet over her.

He slowly slipped off of the bed putting one foot after the other on the floor. He got off as carefully as possible so when his weight was removed from the bed it wouldn't spring back up too fast. He collected his scattered clothing and put his creased apparel back on, piece by piece. He patted at both of his pockets to check he still had his key. He cursed under his breath, as his key was not where he had intended it to be. He got down on his knees and moved his paws all over the floor searching desperately for the vital item. The dark room was no help to him as he was left to blindly search. He started to panic as he could not find it and it was his only way of getting back in to his house. If by some act of mercy, his paw tapped against something cold and metallic. He fumbled around with the object until it was in his paw. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, as it was indeed his key, the ridged edge told the full story.

He got up to his feet and turned towards the bed where his sleeping feline angel lay. He smiled and crept over to her. Leaning over her, he kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She stirred and purred in her sleep, but she didn't wake from her evidently pleasant dream. With a quick brush of her head fur and tickle of her ears, Mark stepped away and headed out the room. He noticed that the window was already open so there was no need for him to open it. Her room definitely needed to aerate for a good few hours after they had filled it was the heavy lingering scent of sex.

Mark padded his way, silently backtracking the route he had entered from. He found his way, in the dark, to the front door. His paw fell upon the handle and he pressed it down. The thing didn't budge so he tried again, pushing harder this time. He didn't think of this at the time, but now he had a problem. The door was locked and he would also have to relock it when he was outside. He couldn't go back up stairs and wake Mist, not only because that was cruel, but also because he would have to risk waking everyone again.

He thought for a moment, and then his eyes saw a set of keys on top of a small circular mahogany display stand. He grinned, but he soon remembered that he still had to lock the door once outside, which clear cut it's way though his happiness. Thinking again, he could see only way around it. With no other choice, he would have to risk it.

He pushed the first key, he randomly picked out of the set of at least six, into the door slot. He was met with no success, as the key would not turn. On his third attempt, the door finally gave way and the lock clacked open. In one swift movement, he pulled the handle down and the door swung open. He fell completely silent to listen to any signs of other movement. When he was satisfied that nobody heard him, he slithered out of the gap he had created and was once again out in the blackness of the world. He took the key out of the other side, pulled the door closed and locked it. Now came the doubly risky part. With one paw he opened up the letterbox that was just under half way up the front door. He timidly pushed the key through the open space and heard a loud clatter as it hit the deck. He cringed and immediately removed his paw to allow the flap to descend back to its original place. He prayed that nobody thought it odd in the morning when they found a key lying on the doormat.

A short walk later and he arrived home. He took the front door key out of his pocket. He went through the same procedure he seemed to have done a lot of tonight before the door opened. He turned and locked the door again tugging at the handle to make sure it was indeed secure. He looked out in to the dark and lonely hallway. An extreme feeling of pride boiled within him. He was impressed with his ability to sneak out of the house, go to Mist's and sneak home again.

"Good evening Mark," came a strong voice from seemingly nowhere.

Mark jumped in surprise; his eyes went wide and his ears flicked in to their erected position. He stood frozen to the spot, his pulse racing and heart hammering. His blood ran cold if only for an instant. He felt a shiver travel the length of his spine at the realisation that he had been caught. His ears flattened and he winced as he turned to look at the one whom had found him out. Out of the darkness appeared a familiar figure with crossed arms. He gulped hard looking upon the one now close enough for him to see in every detail.

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I can predict the hateful comments already, telling me what a cruel person I am for putting in a cliffhanger. But look at it this way, now you've got something else to look forward to! ;)

I toyed with where to put the cliffhanger in this one, there were in fact two places I could have put one.

Try and guess where in chapter seven?

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading! ^^