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The bell rang.

The halls of Redcliff Middle School became a near-stampede of adolescents eager to get home. That kind of animosity was not unusual at the end of any day, especially not a Thursday; however, this Thursday was a three-day weekend.

Esther both loved, and hated, Easter.

On one hand, it was one of her favorite holidays. She always loved to take part in egg-hunts and, being an artist, she loved to do all kinds of tricks and techniques when it came to dying eggs.

On the other hand... she was a bunny. So, of course, the whole freaking week she, like every other lago, had to put up with all the same fucking jokes, and all the same fucking songs, every year.

Even now, as she pulled her sleep-over duffel-bag from her locker, several sixth-graders gathered around nonchalantly in the hall and began singing.

"Oh, the Easter-Bunny is comin' to down, t'day..."

She gritted her teeth, slamming her locker shut as hard as she could. The kids ran away cackling their heads off like they were the most original pieces of shit on the planet for that one. The blush of rage on her cheeks could barely be seen within her lilac fur.

She also loved the colors of Easter, and she liked the outfits she could wear. Being a lilac rabbit meant that not many styles went with her fur. But, during this season, she could wear the cutest pastel-colored shirts. For example, today she had worn a pastel-green that vibrantly resonated against her deep-purplish color. The dark-blue skirt she wore kind of clashed, but she had run out of laundry, and the rest of her clothes were packed in the duffel-bag.

She trotted out the door amidst the other students, mentally giving a middle finger to her usual bus as she turned the corner and walked along the sidewalk. She was joined by a few other kids. A small trio of boys dropped their skateboards with a rebellious clatter when they were just far enough for it to officially break the rules, but to be an egregious effort to enforce them.

She had known Terry, her best friend, for years. Terry was in fifth grade, and two years younger. They had met at a ballet studio when they were littler. Terry had been her dance partner at the time, and was actually the more experienced of the two. It was a little embarrassing for Esther; being the older, and yet the novice.

While she had ditched the uncomfortable and frilly leotard and tutu, she did not ditch her new friend. They continued to spend nights at each others' houses, becoming more like sisters.

Her parents definitely weren't into the same things as Terry's were. For one, her home did not celebrate holidays like Easter and Christmas. But, she enjoyed the holidays, and respected their greater meaning--as did her parents, for they allowed her to celebrate them with her friend.

After about ten minutes of walking, enjoying the respite of solitude before arrival, she walked up the driveway of her friend's house. It was a bit big for a family of four, perhaps, but Terry's parents always talked about having another kid.

She noted that there were no cars parked on the driveway; not unusual, it just meant that Mrs. Boston was making a quick trip to the store, or some other errand. Since Esther was thirteen, the mother sun-bear was more comfortable leaving them home alone for a few hours or so.

The lilac rabbit rang the doorbell. Not a second later, the door opened to show a young and stout sun-bear, his white teeth beaming.

"Essy!" He exclaimed with excitement, turning about; "Ter! Essy's here!" He shouted into the house, whipping his arm to usher the rabbit in.

"Hey, Bribri," Esther greeted the younger cub.

"Mom's getting the eggs, I got all the coloring stuff," he said proudly.

"Hey, Esther," the sister sun-bear said, tromping down the stairs. "Sorry I look gross, mom had me cleaning the kitchen." She gave a motion of hugging from a distance.

Esther approached her friend, physically hugging her in return. "Shut up, you're not gross," she admonished her friend.

Terry was usually a little self-deprecating like that. Sometimes she wasn't too concerned about her self-image, and other times she let the facade crack a little bit.

Her shoulder-length, sandy-blond hair was tied in a pony-tail. She wore red running-shorts and a gray Nike sweat-shirt that was a size too small, showing off her belly-button and the bit of pudge.

"Ugh, I feel gross," the bear said, wiping her face. "I've been cleaning ever since I got home," she turned to her brother, "and you were supposed to help, you little butt!" She pointed out. "You're gonna be the one that paints the cabinets blue."

Brian stuck his tongue out. "I had trouble finding the colors," he reasoned.

"I told you exactly where they were," the bear retorted, pulling on the neck of her sweat-matted shirt, partly showing off her sun-mark.

"Well... I... got distracted," the boy muttured.

Terry exchanged glances with her friend. "Tell ya what," the older sister said, folding her arms and putting her weight on one leg in a stance of negotiation. "You clear out what's in the sink, and take out the garbage, and then keep Essy company, and I won't rat you out to mom. Deal?"

The bear grinned. "Okay."

She looked to her friend. "Is it okay if I take a quick shower?"

Esther shrugged. "Sure."

"I'll take your bag up," her friend offered.

The rabbit dropped her shoulder, twisting her arm to grab the padded strap in her upturned palm in one fluid motion. The bag was exchanged, and her friend walked backwards toward, and up, the stairs.

"See ya in like fifteen," she waved.

"Hey," the young bear said, capturing the rabbit's hand and tugging on it. "Wanna play a quick game of horseshoes?"

Esther gave him an almost maternal glare. "Sure, after you do what your sis said. C'mon, I'll help."

"Aww," he grumbled, forced to walk in the direction she guided him by the shoulders.

"It won't be that bad," she reassured. "I'll rinse them, you put them in the dishwasher," she offered.

"I can... rinse 'em," he said, a bit defensively.

"You sure?" She said, leaning over him with her ears bobbing forward, looking down at hi mas he craned his neck to look back up at her. "You won't leave scum behind?"

"Not with you here." He replied with a bit of a smile, then his face twitched. "I mean, c-cuz you can make sure I don't," he explained.

She chuckled. "Okay, then," she snatched the brush from the counter. "All yours."

He took the brush with a bit of a grimace, and turned on the water. "I finally beat the water temple," he said, his voice sounding smug.

"Oh yeah?" She questioned, rhetorically. "You been stuck on that one for a while."

"Well I didn't use a guide!" He promised. "Wanna know how I did it?"

"Sure," she said, but in truth she began to recede into her own thoughts. Listening to him and sounding engaged had become second-nature to her, enough that she sometimes could do it even when she wanted to pay full attention.

It was no shady hush-hush secret that the boy had something of a crush on her. It was kind of funny, really. When he first started kinder, she adored him quite a bit. Back then, he had a certain cuteness to him that she couldn't resist. But after he mingled with the other kids, he sort of became a brat for a while, so her adoration waned.

"Oh, I get it, so the water-level changes how the rooms work," she replied, taking the first dish he handed to her.

He went through that phase where he hated girls. He and his friends would shoot her and his sister with Nerf guns, pull on their hair, call them fat and ugly, and other things to irritate them. Thankfully, that only lasted a couple years.

"Hey, hold up. This one's still got some grease on the bottom, see? Gotta remember to scrub the undersides, too." She handed back the plate. "Okay, so you got the hookshot, and then what?"

It was only since the start of the year that he had developed his little infatuation. In truth, she kind of liked it. Sure, it wasn't something that could last; he was four years younger than she was, not mention her best friend's little brother. But, at least for now, it made her feel special--and as long as he didn't outright admit it, she and Terry could play like they didn't know.

Her dad was the epitome of a my house, my rules father. He repeatedly made her aware that she wasn't allowed to date boys, or practically even look at them. She nearly had to beg and plead just to be able to go to her middle-school dances, and even then her dad insisted on dropping her off and picking her up--not letting her ride with her friends to or from the school.

It wasn't like she would be any better off even if her dad wasn't like that, anyway. She was actually very shy when it came to talking to new people--let alone a boy, and even further a boy she had the faintest attraction with.

Instead, she tried to forget about it altogether. She used her dad's stringent upbringing as a way to blame her boyfriendlessness, rather than her own lack of confidence. For that, she couldn't be blamed if she let the boy have his little crush for her, as long as it was all in good fun.

"Oh gosh," she said, setting the cup he handed to her on the rack. "Fighting your shadow sounds kinda scary. Yours could be plotting to fight you right now!" She splashed him with water from the faucet.

"Ah! Hey!" He reached for the sprayer, and grinned as he pointed the nozzle at her and squeezed the neck to set it off.

She squealed, giggling, holding her hands up to block the water. "You little punk!" She huffed, managing to pry the sprayer from him. "Ugh! Your sis's gonna be pissed when she sees that," she pointed down on the ground, where the water was in a puddle.

"Uh..."

She cocked her head, noticing that he was staring at her with a slightly open mouth. The brush in his hand fell into the sink, disturbing the small pile of dishes still in the basin. Then, she felt the dampness around her neck and shoulders, and a blush heated her cheeks. She glanced down, and saw what he saw.

She wasn't the most developed girl, but she was certainly well on her way. Her mom was the opposite of her father--almost to the point of defiance--and so when it came to feminine matters, she was allowed to do nearly as she pleased. This included the kind of underwear she was allowed to wear.

She had one wire-frame bra. The rest were wireless, and most were lacy and bordered on lingerie. Today, she had picked out a light-blue bra that blended well enough with the light-cotton shirt she had selected. However, soaked in water, the light-colored shirt became rather transparent, showing off the underwear of choice to the little boy.

She hastily covered herself. "K--keep washing the... the dishes," she instructed. "I... I gotta get ready to... to paint eggs, anyway." She barely mumbled, turning about.

"Uh-huh," the boy said, eyes still blinking.

She dashed out of the kitchen, still covering herself. The wet shirt clung to the contour of her chest, as if to try and pronounce it even further. She dashed up the stairs and into her friend's room, her duffel-bag set upon the foot of the bed. She unzipped it, and peeled the wet shirt off her torso.

She could hear the hiss of the shower as she changed. She tried to make a race of it; see if she could be quick enough to not get caught, just to avoid having to explain why she was upstairs and changing. She traded her skirt for a pair of yellow bike-shorts, that just barely went down to mid-thigh, and compensated that with her preferred top: a shirt a size too large for her.

Swiping a scrunchy from the outer pocket, she tied her pink hair into a bun as she went down the stairs with a calming heartbeat. She decided to pretend as if nothing had happened, taking a collective breath before entering the kitchen.

The evidence of their little battle was still on the floor. She quietly went to the paper-towel roll above the sink, leaning into the space between the counter and the bear-cub, who was still scrubbing away at a dish. She reached up, turning the roll to find the end.

Her right eye met the boy's left, and he quickly focused back at the dish, scrubbing a bit more fervently. She smiled, snagging the end of the paper-towels, and tore a few sheets free.

"You better not spray me again." She warned, squatting down to sop up the puddles.

He mumbled something.

"Whassat?"

"I said I'm sorry!" He blurted.

She straightened back up, touching his shoulder. "It's okay," she insisted. "It was... just an accident," she reasoned with a shrug. "Okay, okay, that one's clean," she tugged at the plate.

He relinquished it readily.

She put it in the dishwasher. "Why don't you go take the garbage out, and I'll finish the dishes?"

Silently, he went to the garbage can to collect the bag.

Esther quietly sighed, grabbing the brush and reaching into the dishwasher to fix a few dishes she felt needed an extra pass. The moment was awkward until he finally left the kitchen. Her ears picked up that the water turned off, her friend finished with the quick shower. Being in the company of both siblings, and not just the brother, would ease the awkwardness a little.

She finished the last of the dishes, and Brian returned just as she had started the cycle. "All taken care of?" She asked.

"Gotta replace the bag," he replied.

She nodded. "I think your sis is done with her shower. I'll wait in the living room." She passed the threshold of the kitchen walkway. "Come wait with me when you're done," she raised her voice so it carried back into the kitchen.

"'Kay," he replied, in a similar manner. As he whipped the new garbage back to open it up, and began fitting it into the bin, he tried to recall what he had seen. The memory was already a bit fuzzy, since it had been so brief. But he did remember well enough to recall the shape and rough look of the little shirt she had beneath her other one. It was covering something he had seen for a while now, but had never really noticed until he saw that little shirt.

"Okay, I should be less gross, now," his sister said in a giggly voice.

"Shut. Up. Ter," Esther said kindly. "You're not gross."

He peeked into the room, and saw them hugging. His sister had changed, though only in color. She was pretty much always wearing a tee with gym-shorts; this time she was wearing a blue shirt and yellow shorts.

"Bri-yen!" She hollared.

He receded, and then acted as if he was just finishing up and walking out. "Whaaat?" He said.

"Did you finish your chores?" His sister questioned, folding her arms.

"Yeah," he said, twisting and plopping into his dad's recliner. "Ask Essy."

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Oh, that's mom," Terry said urgently, and dashed to the door.

Esther watched friend's bubble-butt wiggle with each step, fighting the urge to giggle.

"Hi, hun; can you help carry groceries in?"

"Sure," the older bear said. "Bri! Help carry!"

He grumbled, sliding off the couch and onto the floor like a slug.

"Hurry!" She called back.

"Hey, Mrs. Barker," Esther greeted, following Terry's mom into the kitchen.

"Hi, Essy," she greeted cheerfully.

The bunny began helping to sort and put things away without a word.

"Oh, thank you," the mom said, noting the friend-of-the-family's gesture.

"Sure thing," she replied. "Want me to start boiling the eggs?" She offered.

"Sure, that'd be great," said the momma sun-bear, ducking down and retrieving a couple of pots from the cupboard.

Esther filled the pots with water as Terry and Brian carried the last of the groceries in. It never took them more than a couple trips, since Brian always tried to show off and carry way too many bags on both arms. Most of the time, he wound up with deep trenches cut into his fur for a while with how heavy the bags were.

"Goodness, is there anything left?"

"Nope," Terry said. "Mr. Muscles over here," she gestured to him, as if presenting him on stage; she rolled her eyes when he flexed his biceps.

His mom chuckled, tousling his hair and doting on him a bit.

"Where's the coloring stuff?" He asked.

"I dunno, you carried it in," his mom replied.

Brian began digging through the bags, neglecting whatever was in them if it was not his desired quarry. A bag of cans was tipped over, and they started rolling across the floor.

"Bri-yen," his sister grumbled with irritation, chasing after the cans and catching them with her foot.

"Found 'em!" He exclaimed. He dragged them away from the others to distinguish them. He pulled out the packages and began tearing into them, ripping the cardboard off of the colored cups.

"Sheesh, I just cleaned the kitchen, too." Terry mumbled.

"That's how it goes, hun," her mom chuckled, continuing to put groceries away. "As soon as you mop the floor, someone walks all over it with dirty shoes."

"Essy!" He called out. "Mom got a egg-painting kit," he lifted it up.

"Oh boy," she called back. "I'll be sure to use that in about fifteen minutes or so," she said, setting the aptly-named egg-timer.

Mrs. Barker loved having Esther around. Sometimes her parents were a little hard to work with, occasionally requiring Terry to go over to their house, since a majority of the time Esther was over at theirs. But, and she felt a bit bad for thinking this way, it was like having a little extra helper around the house. She had no idea what her daughter was going to be like when she became a teenager, but if it was anything like her friend she was going to be the envy of every other mother on planet Earth.

"So, I got three-dozen real eggs, and three-dozen camo eggs," the mother explained, lifting them up. "The green ones are for Brian, the white ones are for you," she said, pointing to her daughter, "and, Essy, they have had purple ones I thought would be perfect for you."

The rabbit giggled, looking at the plastic eggs that her friend's mom presented. She was always given purple things, as the color was somehow more inherent to her than anybody else, just because of her fur. True, lilac rabbits were a bit of a rarity, but while she didn't mind it, purple was not her favorite color; her favorite was its compliment. Even though Mrs. Barker knew this, she somehow still stuck with whatever impression gave her the idea Esther was all about purple.

"When are we doin' the egg-hunt?" Brian asked.

"Tomorrow, hun," his mom patiently said. "We'll have our own egg-hunt with the camo-eggs out back, and then we're going to go to the park."

"Oh yeah!" He said, remembering what he no doubt had been told practically every day the whole week.

"Hey, Ter," her mom called. "Did you get Essy's bed set up?"

"Ugh, no, not yet," the bear huffed. "I been workin' all day," she reminded her mom.

"I know. Why don't you two go fix it up so you don't have to later. Brian and I'll set up the coloring and watch the eggs--they should be ready by the time you guys finish making the bed."

"Sure. C'mon," Terry said, flinging her arm for her friend to follow.

The rabbit waited until they were walking up the stairs before reaching out and grabbing her friend's tail.

Terry uttered a chuckle as she allowed the gesture. When they entered her room, she turned about and hugged her friend.

Esther closed the door with her foot, using her friend as a prop to help her balance. "So," the rabbit said, and since she was quite a bit taller than her friend she rested her chin on the bear's scalp. "We gonna have to make my bed again, tonight?" She asked, reaching down and cupping her friend's left buttocks.

Terry giggled. "Maybe not tonight," the bear said.

Esther whimpered. "Why not? It's been forever..."

"Cuz," the bear huffed, tearing away and going to her bed. "Mom and dad are probably gonna go out with friends tomorrow night. Since you're almost fourteen, I think they're going to let you 'babysit' us," the bear said, begrudgingly miming quotation marks in the air.

Esther cackled. "Aww wook at duh bay-bee," she teased, and expertly caught the pillow that her friend threw--only to be hit by the successive one when she continued to laugh.

"Now maybe we won't do anything tomorrow," the bear grumbled.

"C'mon, I was just teasin'," the rabbit insisted. "Besides, your mom knows I only just turned thirteen, right?" Esther asked rhetorically, approaching the bed and standing beside her friend.

Terry shrugged, squatting down, her friend following suit. "Mom--ngh!--probably just--rrrrgh!--wants an excuse to--grooogh!"

"You sound like you're having fun already," the rabbit teased.

The bear huffed, having dragged the spare mattress enough from under her bed so they could get behind it. "This was a lot easier before I moved my bed against the wall," she pointed out.

"Yeah, why'd you go and do that?" Esther questioned.

"So we could have more room, duh," Terry replied. "Besides, I've been practicing my posture and I didn't have any other place to do that."

"You looked pretty good to me, last performance," the rabbit complimented, getting on the opposite end of the mattress. They grunted, sliding it out a bit more, and moving between the mattress and the bed to finally push it a few feet away. "There."

"Holy crap," the bear huffed. "There's gotta be a better way to do this."

"I could always sleep with you in your bed," the rabbit said with a knowing grin.

Terry shared a similar smile, if a little more bashful. "We'd still have to pull this thing out either way," she pointed out. "In case mom came in before bed, or something."

"Heck, I sleep over here enough," the rabbit commented. "Maybe I can convince dad to get me a cot or something, that way we can just pull it out of the closet and pull it apart."

"That'd be nice," the bear agreed, heading toward said closet. "But then we'd get rug-burn," she thought aloud, tossing over the linens.

"Not if we're careful," the rabbit countered, beginning to work the fitted sheet over the bare mattress.

"Man, you are a bunny," the bear teased, referring to her primitives' tendencies. "I thought you had a detachable shower-head."

"Oh, I do," the rabbit said in reassuring manner. "But I know when to hold off so by the time I'm here, I can't bear it," she said, grinning broadly at her lame pun.

"You're lucky your my best friend," the bear threatened, "otherwise I'd deck you for that one."

The door opened abruptly.

"Ack! Hey, brat," his sister scolded. "Don't you knock, what if we were changing?"

"S--sorry," he said, slinking back, briefly thinking about how Esther had to change after he'd sprayed her with the water. "Um... we got everything all set up, and the eggs are gonna be done in a few minutes, so hurry up or I'm just gonna start without you."

"We're almost done," Esther replied sweetly. "Thanks for letting us know."

"Get outta here!" Terry commanded.

"I'm goin', I'm goin', yeesh," he said, his footfalls thumping as he barreled down the stairs. He tried to make sense of what he had heard; it was like they were talking in secret. He didn't realize the door would fall open as soon as he pressed his ear to hear better. It was a good thing they didn't notice.

A few more minutes later, and the two wandered into the kitchen. Brian grinned back at them, delighting that he had gotten to start without them. He already had two eggs in the vinegar dyes: one in the green, the other in the blue.

"I set up the painting thing for you Essy," the boy proudly declared, pointing to it.

"Thank you," the rabbit said, giving his shoulder a squeez as she passed him to head for it.

"You want a cookie?" His sister teased.

"Uh-huh," he replied.

"No cookies 'till after dinner," their mom interjected, having changed into one of the dresses that she wore as pajamas. She went to the cupboard and began collecting pots. "You guys want Beanie Weenies, and Mac and Cheese?"

"Yes."

"Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh."

"Yes, please."

The mom smiled. "Since Esther said please, I guess she's the only one who gets to eat." The mom lightly chided.

"Please," the two siblings droned.

"I'm really interested to see what egg you make this year," Terry said to her friend.

"I've had some ideas floating around," the rabbit replied vaguely. "hand me sketch-egg, Bri?"

The bear cub nabbed a clean egg from the strainer, cradling it carefully as he walked it over to her, presenting it almost like it was a gift to royalty.

"Dramatic much?" His sister commented.

"You are dismissed," Esther said, with the inflection of a dapper lady. She placed the egg in the painting station, securing it by the twist on the right hand side that served as a kind of clamp. She could then use the left to rotate, which was a little annoying considering she was left-handed, but this was the first time she had ever used one of these little things. "This is actually kinda cool," the rabbit said.

"Yeah, I thought it might make it easier for you," the mom commented, dumping the macaroni into the pot.

"It comes with paint, too," Brian pointed out.

"Yeah," Esther said, a bit dismissively. "This paint is probably not very good. I brought my usual trusty ones along. But this'll do for practice so I don't waste any," she admitted. She used the dropper that was near the station to activate the paints.

"What're ya doin'?" Brian questioned, watching his sister hold onto the egg-holder as she had half an egg dipped into the orange dye.

"Coloring an egg," she said.

"You know you can color the whole thing all at once," he said. "You don't gotta do it one side at a time."

"I do if I'm gonna use two colors," she explained.

"Oh... I wanna try," he took an egg and put it in the hexagonal holder. He went to the first free dye he saw, red, and dipped it in. "I'm gonna make a Christmas egg."

"Then you shoulda done it in the green, first," his sister told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because," Esther began, without looking up from her egg as she made careful little strokes. "Red is darker than green, so if you put the red-part of the egg in the green, it'll make the green turn kinda orangy-brown," she explained. "Dying eggs is different from mixing paints," she went on, "you have to think about the order that you're dying in if you want to do a mix of colors--it's gotta go from lighter colors to darker colors."

"Oh," the boy simply said. "So... what color can I go to if I accidentally did red?" He asked.

"Um..." the rabbit looked up from her station. "Purple is probably best... maybe blue."

"I'll do purple," he said, lifting his egg up.

"Nuh-uh," his sister covered the purple. "I claim purple. You do blue, it'll look like a police-car."

"Oh yeah," he said, "and I can leave a white stripe down the middle," he thought aloud.

Esther chuckled, turning the egg a bit.

"So, give us an idea of what you're doing this year, hun?" Mrs. Barker asked, retrieving a plastic spatula from the drawer next to her daughter's friend.

"I thiiiiink," she said, stalling as she carefully dabbed some blue to outline a cloud, "I'm going to do us on that camping trip we had over Spring Break."

"Oh yeah, that's a good one," her friend said. "Especially the bonfire."

"Yeah," Brian said, carefully keeping an eye on his egg to make sure there was a white line between the red and the blue. "That one girl that played the flute was really good." He recalled. "It's like all rabbits are good at artsy stuff."

"We're pretty talented, that's for sure."

"What about us?" Terry questioned. "What are we good at?"

"Sleeping," their mom chimed in. "You should be able to get a lot of practice in, Essy. Mr. Barker won't be able to blow you an egg until tomorrow. He's working late."

"That's okay," the rabbit replied, sitting up straight to keep her back from getting sore. "This year isn't as detailed as last year, so I'll be able to finish it Sunday afternoon."

"You're under arrest!" Brian declared, lifting his egg up. "Wee-ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo-wee--ah!" The bear made siren-noises as he swerved over to the drying rack. But, he slipped on the tile floor and his hands hit with a smack--as did the egg.

"Oh gosh, hun, are you okay?" His mom questioned, dashing to his aide.

"I'm fine, mom," he grumbled, fending her off, not wanting her to be all motherly while Esther was around. "Where's...?" He looked about, and saw his egg. It had practically busted, bits of shell speckled on the tile like broken glass. Underneath the shell, the solid egg-white was stained a pale red.

"Oh, honey," his mom cooed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't go crying over cracked eggs," his sister teasted.

"Terry, be nice," his mom admonished.

"It's okay," the boy said, though his voice did come across a bit upset. "I'll just make a new one... it didn't take that long."

"Gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet," Esther said.

"I've never had an omelet before," the boy commented.

"Well, maybe tomorrow you'll have one for breakfast," the mom said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right," Terry chuckled, pulling out her richly-dyed orange-and-purple egg, a band of greenish-black in the middle where the colors bled into one another. "Cue having eggs for the next couple weeks."

* * *

The house was dark, save for the soft, blue glow of the LED night-light near the bathroom.

The house was quiet, save for the soft, muffled footfalls of the tip-toeing bear cub near his sister's door.

The door was ajar.

The boy bit his lip, looking down into his paw. He turned away, and shrouded the thumb-sized light-wand in his hand. He turned it on, and it blindingly shined against the shadows. He snubbed it, a furious rush of adrenaline sending his fur on-end all up his spine.

Steeling his nerves, he pressed the back of his hand against the door, easing it open. It barely creaked. He gazed into the room, spotting his sister's bed, and the pulled-out mattress where Essy was.

With the door open just enough for him to slip by, he entered the room, and began closing it. His hand gently pressed, moving the door bit by bit, until the latch gently butted against the plate.

Stepping once every few seconds, he crept his way toward the mattress. His eyes adjusted to the light spilling in from the curtain-drawn window. His heart began to race.

There she was, lying upon her back with her head turned away. As he hoped, with the hot weather she barely had a sheet over her, bunched down at her feet. Her bare legs stood out sharply against the nearly pure-white linens. The large shirt she wore covered her down to just mid-thigh.

He squatted a few feet away from the mattress, and quietly crept forward on hands and knees. He knelt beside the teen-aged bunny, barely able to tell from her expression that she was still asleep and her eyes were closed.

Just a peek, he told himself, his neck throbbing from his heavy pulse. He reached for, and carefully pinched, the end of her shirt where it dipped between her thighs. He lifted, listening to her breathing.

He wasn't able to listen long, as a slight ring began to hum in his ear. But he dared keep going, and lowered the wand to slip it beneath the shirt. He clicked the button to make it glow red.

He had to keep from gasping. He expected to try to peek at her chest, to see what had been covered by that weird tiny shirt beneath her big shirt. But he had never imagined he would get to see what his eyes were fixated on right now.

His cubhood began to stiffen.

In the red glow, her pubic mound was on full display. From her navel, a thread of pink, the same as her hair, traced a line down her tummy until it split and quickly turned into a swatch of downy genital-fur. The plush fur, that looked softer than silk, surrounded her blossomed flower, which was bared before his eyes.

With a clouded mind, he traced holding up the shirt with the hand that also held the little light-wand, and clicked it to be blue. The hue of the colors of her fur changed, but he could tell that the lilac was still lilac, and the pink was still pink. With his now free hand, he reached for the curious portion of the girl he crushed on, of which he only barely knew about on any girl at all.

He had heard it described in many ways. That it was a hole they had instead of his dick. But no one ever told him about the fur around it, which he now tentatively ran his finger-pad over.

He had begun sneaking into his sister's closet, out of crippling curiosity, and had touched some of her leotards. Some felt a lot like his own underwear, but thinner and lighter. Some were like feeling stiff leaves, with rough textures on the outside. But there was one in particular he liked the feel of; smooth and slippery like water, and plus it had an appealing shine to it from the light.

The fur his fingers touched was like that particular leotard, but also a million times better somehow. Whereas the fabric just felt pleasant, this fur made his blood tingle and sent a weird feeling through his legs.

His fingertip began to venture further, his curiosity leading him to touch her vulva. Her outer lips were relaxed, gently settled together to form a nice seam. He touched the seam, and found it yielded.

With a fluttery feeling in his stomach, he gently set her shirt far enough on her tummy to not hinder his exploration. He also set the light-wand between her legs to free up his other hand, and in doing so braved turning it to white--which was also the brightest setting.

Now illuminated clearly, he marveled at the hues of her loins. He returned his fingertips to that intriguing seam, and used his forefingers to gently pull it apart.

Within, the darker pinks and reds of her intimate flesh were exposed to his charmed eyes. It looked so foreign, like nothing he had ever seen before. He saw a little dark dot an inch or so below the apex--her clitoral hood--and then a slightly darker hue near the bottom curve.

He had seen anatomical diagrams during the sex-ed talks just a few weeks ago. It was a fleeting video, but he recalled that this was the hole he had heard about. The hole where--and the nurse didn't exactly say this, but he had heard on the playground--a boy's dick was supposed to go.

Impulsively, his forefinger moved to that hole, and settled against it.

His cheeks burned. The pink stuff, which looked like the same thing gums and lips were made of, felt even more intense than her fur. It had a thrilling warmth to it; and it was a little wet, like she was drooling a little, but down there.

Then, his fingertip pushed in. It was clearly wet inside, almost--as best as he could compare--like sticking his finger up his nose when it was a little runny. Except the passage wasn't rigid like his nostril; it was snug around his finger.

He didn't hear her breath hitch. His fingertip ventured further in, entranced by the new sensations that flooded his mind and tickled at his primal urges. He didn't notice her thighs tense as his knuckle slid into the warm, moist channel. He didn't see her eyes flutter open.

But, he did feel her tunnel squeeze as she sat upright with an impulsive moan.

For a few heartbeats, the room was silent.

Esther's baby-blue eyes met the bear's amber. Her eye twitched as a squishy crackle broke the quiet, and the stretch of her vestibule slackened.

Silently, the bear cub crawled away backwards. He tried to stand, but something inhibited his actions. His briefs were blatantly tented, and he blushed when he noticed she was looking at him, her pupils angled slightly downward.

He closed his eyes, and reached into his briefs, adjusting his firmness to point up along his belly so he could comfortably stand. The shuffling of his actions and the muffled snap of the elastic were like the rolling winds and the boom of thunder in a storm.

He gulped some air, and quietly but quickly scurried out of the room.

Esther remained still, propped up on her palms. She looked at the posters on the far wall that were lit by a gentle glow. She took notice of the glow, and found the source. There, between her thighs, the little wand lit her womanhood up as if to tell the world to peek at her.

She reached down and fumbled with it, clicking its buttons and cycling through different colors and flickering patterns until it finally went dark. Then, she drew her hand toward herself.

Her tummy fluttered and she gasped. Her thighs shivered as her fingertip traced over the sensitive flesh. She bit her lip, thinking. She had felt so guilty, fantasizing about her best friend's brother when she touched herself sometimes. But it was just because he was a boy... she didn't really think of him that way.

Her cheeks burned. They burned with embarrassment as she wondered to herself how long he had been there. They burned with guilt as she reveled in the pleasant tickles she gave her body thinking about it. They burned with shame as she wished he hadn't left.

With a labored breath, her fingertip relented. She brought it to her muzzle, and sniffed. Her femininity was modest, but still there, smelling of her arousal. She sucked on the fingertip briefly to smother it.

On limbs trembling with both sleepiness and arousal, she managed to stand. Her ankles and hips popped as she stretched, taking care to stretch the bottom of her t-shirt as far down as it would go.

She took in a breath, and went over to the side of her best friend's bed. Her hand hovered in the darkness for a second, thinking.

It was the right thing to do.

"Ter?" She whispered, lightly pressing her hand on her friend's shoulder. She shook the shoulder gently. "Hey."

"Mmh?" The sun-bear grumbled sleepily. The sheet that covered her rustled as she rolled over onto her back. "Wha--hoooooagh," she interrupted herself with a broad yawn. "M'was'up?" She finally managed to mumble.

"Um... Bribri was just here," the lilac rabbit said, tingling with empty courage.

"What for?" She questioned, rubbing the left side of her muzzle with her hand to clean off some drool. "Don't tell me he was scared or somethin'."

"No... I think," Esther took in a deep breath. "I think he was... touching me... down there."

"Down...?" The bear started to question, but then realized what her friend meant. Her eyes bolt open and she sat upright. "Wait what?" She said, rather loudly.

"Shh!" Esther shushed emphatically.

"Whaddaya mean shh?" Her friend questioned, starting to throw off her sheet and swing her legs out. "That little brat, he's gonna be grounded for life."

"Wait, hang on," the rabbit said, keeping her friend from standing. "I only said I think; I don't..." she bit her lip. "I don't know for sure," she half-lied.

"But he was in the room, right?"

She nodded in affirmation.

"He's been acting... a little weird the last few weeks," Terry said. "Mom caught him walking out of my room a few days ago, and he claimed I took something from his room and he was looking for it." The bear wrinkled her nose. "I dunno what he's talking about, but I could tell he spent a lot of time looking only in my underwear drawer."

Esther giggled. "Oh yeah?" She sat beside her friend on the bed. "Like we didn't go snooping in your parents' room before?"

The bear blushed. "That was... different..." She retorted.

"Different, huh?" Her friend teased, pinching a bit of her belly and wiggling it. "How so?"

Terry whimpered. "Cuz... cuz..." She folded her arms.

Esther smiled, butterflies fluttering about in her tummy. "Maybe it's cuz you used to hide the thing we found in there?" She pressed.

"Okay, okay," the bear squirmed. "...Maybe it's not so different," she admitted. "But still... he's my baby brother... that's just... weird," she tried to explain.

"I guess so," the rabbit agreed. "But, I mean..." She blushed. "I'm not... mad, or anything," she said.

The bear raised a brow in confusion at first, and then it started to click. "You mean... if he... touched you?" She clarified.

The rabbit nodded. "I--I mean," she waved her hand, "He's got that little crush on me," she explained, "and he is around that age, right?"

"He's in third grade," the bear replied. "He hasn't even had that talk with the nurse, yet."

"But you just did, didn't you? Like, a couple weeks ago?"

Terry blushed, recalling the awkward lecture the nurse gave about how boys' bodies worked. She had had a similar lecture in fourth grade, but she didn't recall that one being quite as awkward, because they only talked about girls.

"If you want... I can go talk to him," Esther offered, her heart racing and her temples throbbing. The butterflies in her tummy had moved up to her chest.

"Talk to him?" The sister asked. "...About what?"

"Well... whaddaya think?" She shrugged. "I mean... if that's what he was doing... I dunno about you, but, I'd rather he talked to us than no one, right? You've been through two nurse talks, and I had one last year, too--and they didn't separate us into boys and girls," she pointed out. "It was the whole class, all at once."

"Can I... I mean, I can... come with you, right?"

The rabbit smiled, although inside she was a little saddened. "If... if you want," she offered. She tried not to cringe at the thought she was going to lose an opportunity to be alone with a boy...

"Okay, then," the bear said. "Um... let's... let's go."

Even after she said that, they didn't move for another minute or so. Finally, mentally asserting herself as the oldest and so the role-model, Esther stood. She held out her hand, and her friend took it timidly.

They were only two years apart, but Terry had yet to blossom. She was still short, and she had fat and curves in all the wrong places. She felt almost like she was going along with her friend just to ask as many questions and learn as many things as her brother was going to. After all, he was a boy, and while she acted disgusted and angry about his behavior, she was silently debating snooping through his own underwear drawer--and if she got caught, she could claim revenge.

But to actually peek at someone while they were sleeping? She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it--not necessarily with her brother, but... Even if she was tempted, she wasn't that bold.

But he apparently was. And somehow, for it, two girls were about to sneak into his room rather than go tattle and get him in trouble.

Somehow, the bear thought that their own little private explorations were leading up to this. They hadn't been able to really do much in the last few years, because Brian was coming around from being a total brat. So their time spent exploring their bodies--and its pleasures--had left her a little wanting.

They tiptoed down the hallway toward the bear cub's room. As they passed the softly-glowing night-light, Terry caught herself staring at her friend's rear--but only because the light and shadow caught her shirt bulging out at her tail in a weird way.

They crept into his room, the bear taking the lead since she knew how to open the door quietly, since the knob rattled a little. He was still a little scared of the dark, so he had a small night-light to their left. It caste jagged shadows from its perch, projected by the row of action figures and other toys and junk on the floor and on his dresser.

They each took one side of his bed.

He was laying on his back, muzzle open wide with his tongue lolling out to the side. His arm was over his eyes, as if blocking out light with his elbow. He breathed as calmly and as evenly as he could. But, suddenly, his muzzle was clamped shut, a palm smothering his nose.

He snorted, hand groping in the air. He caught something, and tried to push it away.

"Oh my gosh," Terry giggled, watching what the boy had just purchased. Her friend was surely blushing as she clutched her left breast. The bear let her brother go.

"What's the big idea?" He snarled.

"We could say the same thing," his sister snarled back, resting her hands on her hips.

"Whaddaya mean?" He grumbled, trying to sound sleepy.

Terry pulled his ear and leaned her muzzle near so she could say in a low and sincere tone: "What were you doing with Essy, huh?"

The boy winced, and pulled the covers over his head. "I dunno what you're talking about," he said, his voice muffled by the comforter.

"Bribri," Esther said, resting her hand on the lump of linens. "We want you to be honest. I woke up and you were doing something... what were you doing?"

The bear trembled.

"If you don't tell, then I'm just gonna go tell mom and dad." His sister threatened.

"Okay okay!" The bear cub slid the covers off of his head. "I was... I was..." He lifted his head and propped himself by his arm. "I was hunting for the Easter eggs I saw earlier," he confessed--formulating the story in his head even as he said it.

Terry folded her arms. "What 'Easter eggs?' The hunt's tomorrow; there's none in my room."

"Yeah-huh," he replied. "She's a bunny, so she has to have 'em," he declared, pointing at Esther.

The lilac rabbit swiveled her ears as she leaned over him. "Are you sure you weren't taking a peek between my legs?" She said, in a similar low tone as his sister had earlier.

"Uh... I..." he gulped. "I was asleep... asleep-walking, y'know?" He tried to explain. "I was dreaming I was hunting for Easter eggs..."

"Uh-huh," Esther said dismissively, as she reached a hand to cup his chin and turn his face to look toward his sister.

His eyes went wide as he felt a pressure against his cheek. His heart thundered, the gesture unmistakable. As if to throw doubt out the window, she gave off the tell-tale hum of the gesture, and finished it off with the usual flourish.

It was the first time a kiss from her had been more than just a quick peck.

"He's kinda cute when he's caught in a corner, Ter," the rabbit teased.

"It is kinda pathetic, I guess," the bear agreed.

"But I..." he tried to protest.

"Bribri," the rabbit said rhetorically, resting her hand on his chest. "I know what I saw," she tucked her thumb beneath the covers. "And it told me exactly what you were doing."

The rabbit whipped off the covers, revealing the bear. He was still clad only in his briefs, and they had tented up just a little. But after he was exposed, and the open air tickled his body, the tent became almost painfully prominent.

Brian could do nothing but lie on his back, his erection kept modest only by his underwear. A thrill came to him that Esther was now looking at it with a bit of a smile, but then a nervous confusion came as he noticed his sister gazing as well.

"So," Esther said, squatting down so that she rested her chin on her folded arms, her muzzle level with the boy's; a non-threatening posture. "Y'know why that happens?"

"Wh--why what?" He questioned, delaying the direct question feebly.

"She's askin' if you know why you're stiff, numbnuts." His sister explained, hiding her own nervousness behind her attitude of irritation.

"Um..." He curled his hands into fists. "It's usually cuz... I hafta pee," he admitted. "But... I don't really hafta pee," he also noted.

"Maybe it also gets hard when you think about girls?" Esther said, her tone much nicer and friendlier than his sister's. "Or maybe when you see one in a short skirt or skimpy clothes?"

"Uhm," he stalled nervously, and glanced at his sister.

"Me?" She said aloud, a bit of disgust on her face.

"No!" He hit the bed. "That's not why I looked at you," he grumbled.

"Well then why look at me when she asks that?" The sister bear interrogated.

"Cuz you're makin' me nervous," the brother replied.

"Ter, c'mon," Esther said, righting up and sitting on the bed, lifting up the lip of her shirt a bit so she didn't snag it under her rear. "We came to talk to him, 'member? Not make him feel awful."

The young cub's eyes flicked toward the lilac rabbit's rump as she sat down, the dim light catching the curve of her hip as she briefly exposed it to him. It sent a pulse through his body, and his stiffness twitched.

"Fine," the sister said, dropping her arms, also sitting on the bed. "Sorry, Bri."

"It's... okay," he said. "I'm... sorry, too," he mumbled.

Esther patted his tummy. "So... you still didn't answer. Does it get stiff when you think about girls?--Lots of boys think about girls, y'know."

He nodded, meekly.

Esther chuckled. "I saw it twitch when you looked it my shirt lifting," she told him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Huh-uh," said the teen, patting his tummy to her syllables. "We're not looking for a sorry, we just wanna talk." She stroked a finger below his navel, her body fluttering as she saw him squirm just a little. "Why don't you sit up, we'll all get comfy on the bed."

Silently, he used his hands and heels to shimmy up so he was sitting upright, his back against the headboard. Esther also took more of the bed, sitting alongside him to his right, and his sister to his left. He looked down, their legs looking awkward and making him nervous. Between seeing his own tented briefs, his sister's skimpy shorts, and the lilac rabbit's with the lip of her shirt draped over her curves, he suddenly wanted to be able to look anywhere else but down there.

His hands went to his briefs, but the rabbit to his right held him.

"Uh-uh," she admonished. "Are you doing that cuz you feel bad or nervous?" She questioned.

He nodded. "It just... feels weird... you guys looking," he explained.

"Maybe you'd feel more comfortable if we were a little more 'even,'" she suggested, reaching down to the edge of her shirt. She brazenly lifted her pelvis enough to tug the shirt up past her navel.

Terry, fixated on the tent in her brother's briefs, watched as it twitched a little when her friend exposed her lower half. Beside underwear-mountain, the familiar sight of her friend's mound caught her attention as well. The lush, pink pubic fur of her friend's maturity something she was still getting used to seeing.

"Ter?" Esther called out.

The bear looked shyly at her friend, butterflies flapping about in her stomach--agitated by the tingling between her thighs. "Y--yeah?"

"Are you gonna take something off to be 'even,' or would you rather not?"

She understood what her friend was doing. She wasn't born yesterday, and she had been to sleep-overs. Steeling herself, she crossed her arms, and grabbed the edge of her own shirt. She sat up, tugging upward and taking off her shirt in a smooth motion. She let it drop off the side of the bed.

She hadn't been shirtless around her brother in a long time. He may not even remember, because he was more concerned with fighting a bath at the time. But she vaguely recalled. She hadn't changed much; she was still rather flat, except for her belly, which clearly muffined a little over the elastic of her gym shorts.

She was just thankful that, in the dim light, her features weren't as prominent as her friend's.

"So," the rabbit said, lifting her far knee and resting her hand on her best friend's younger brother's thigh. "We all know you were snooping around my privates, right?"

The bear bit his lip. "Uh-...uh-huh," he admitted.

She rubbed his thigh with her fingertips. "It's all right," she said, "at least this once. But, what I wanna know is, were you looking for something specific, or were you just kinda... exploring?"

His feet fidgeted. "Uhm..."

Her pinkie reached out, and all eyes watched as she pressed it against the tented briefs. "The more honest you are," she said, "the easier this'll be."

He took in a breath. "I... I wanted to see what was behind your little-shirt," he admitted.

"Little-shirt?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"Y--y'know, the little shirt behind your big shirt," he tried to explain. "When I accidentally saw it washing dishes..."

"Ohhhh," she said with realization. "You mean my bra?"

"Bra?" He asked.

She giggled. "Um... T--Ter?" The bunny asked, her hesitation showing her nervousness a little.

"Y-yeah?" The bear replied.

Esther couldn't tell if she was just as nervous, or if she was stammering on purpose to make the mood feel more comfortable. "Can you... sneak back and get it?" She requested, adding, "So I can show him."

"Sure," the sister-bear said, sliding off the bed.

Esther hoped her suggestion wasn't interpreted as the genuine reason. Her guise was to not leave brother and sister alone so awkwardly, but her true reasons became clear just seconds after Terry left the room.

"So... Bri," the lilac rabbit said, her hand snaking up to his tummy. "Did you... like snooping around me?" She asked.

He tensed. "You're not gonna get mad?"

As an answer, she lifted the elastic of his briefs with her index finger, and slipped her hand inside. She delighted at the adorable hitch his breath gave when her fingertip touched his surprisingly warm flesh. "I won't get mad as long as you're honest," she reassured.

"I... l-liked it," he admitted.

She giggled. "I know you like me, y'know," she said, dropping the bomb.

He gulped. "I... Uhm..." he looked away, shivering when the base of his girth was squeezed between her fore- and middle-fingers.

"I kinda like you, too, y'know." She said, innocently. Her cheeks were warm; she said like, not love--but she knew exactly how the boy would translate it. A part of her recognized how risky this was, but that part was much higher up than the real parts that had control.

His muscles relaxed when her hand receded from his underwear, resting back on his thigh. But it took a moment longer for his pulse and nerves. His sister returned, garments clutched in her left hand.

There were several seconds of tense silence as she shut the door, and they all let out a breath as the magic spell that kept their activities secret went back into effect.

The bear went to her side of the bed, extending the garments over to her friend across her brother. "I um... brought you some undies, too... j-just in case, or whatever." She replied.

"Thanks," the lilac rabbit replied, taking the bundled garments. She separated them, and swung her legs over the bed. She stood, taking a few steps away, and the orange panties that her friend had brought dropped from her hand to the carpet.

Brian watched, mesmerized, as the rabbit's shirt peeled up her back. Her pink tail drew his eyes for a moment, before the orange bra-straps swung over her shoulder. He followed the awkward-looking motions as she slipped one arm into the harness, and then the other. Her hands reached back, doing something with the two pieces, and they were magically joined together.

"This what you're talking about?" The rabbit asked, turning about.

Both friend and brother ogled the rabbit. Her front was nearly wholly exposed.

The boy's eyes couldn't decide what to focus on. From her unobstructed mound, with the pink, downy fur her knew felt so soft; up her toned tummy, which had a narrow patch of creamy, pink fur that started a few inches from the top of her navel; to her modest breasts, gently held by the wireless bra, with another patch of pink, downy fur in a tuft over the middle-strap of the bra; to her bare neck, muzzle, and shoulders--save for the straps--that were nearly as crisp as a woman's, but with a girlish charm.

"Y--yeah," he said.

"So, if you wanted to see my friend's tits," the bear pointed out, getting comfortable on her third of the bed; "how did you wind up below her belly-button?"

The boy squirmed. "Cuz... I lifted up her shirt and... got distracted."

"Did you ever think to just... y'know, ask?" His sister questioned.

The boy looked ashmed. "I... I dunno..."

"I mean," his sister took in a breath. "C'mon, Bri. You know you can ask my anything, right? You don't gotta go snooping around my underwear drawer to look at my underwear..."

He whined.

"If you wa--wanna s-see," she said, "all ya gotta do is... is ask."

"Can I..." He bit his lip. "Can I... see your undies?" He asked.

Her cheeks warmed. "What's... the magic word?"

"Please?"

She was already reaching for her shorts before he even said it. "I guess, since it's only fair," she said, although it was more just to draw attention away from her eagerness. She struggled a little, lifting her heels up and pulling her knees closer. Eventually, the yellow shorts dropped to the ground, revealing her baby-blue panties.

She rested her legs back flat upon the bed, her underwear forming a wide triangle over her mound.

To him, it looked more or less the same as when she was wearing the shorts, but the extra bit of her thighs that were left exposed somehow made it more... forbidden.

"Same goes for me, y'know." The lilac rabbit spoke up, resting her knees on the bed. "You wanna see what's under the bra?"

"Can I?" He asked.

"Sure," she said, confidently. Since she was the oldest, and since her friend hadn't matured, she felt so developed that it offset the fact her breasts were on the average side of the spectrum, only a little bigger than a B-cup.

There was a moment of awkward silence as no one moved.

"Well?" Esther asked, expectantly. "You asked, but I'm not gonna just do it."

"Oh... um," the boy fidgeted. "Do I... need to..." he pointed down.

She grinned. "You can if you want," she teasted. "But I mean if you wanna see my boobs, you take the bra off."

"Oh," he realized, and sat up a bit. "How do I... do that?"

"Reach around," she instructed. "Feel for the part where it's attached."

He reached past her, keenly aware that he was now looking right at the tuft between her two developing breasts. He found the spot where her bra was fastened together.

"Now, it's kinda weird, cuz it's hooked, but you push it together to loosen it, and then pull one side apart to release it."

He tried to follow the instructions as best he could, but after a few attempts he had only managed to get one hook free.

With a giggle, she reached back and ushered his hands away. "Nice try," she teasted.

He grumbled, feeling silly for not being able to do it.

"I'll help you some other time," she offered, and the sound of the clips coming free hit the air. She exhaled, slipping the shoulder-straps down and letting the bra fall to the floor. "See?" She said, lifting her chest and chin.

The bear cub's lips fell ajar as he ogled the teen's perky tits. As if to call attention to them, they were salt-and-peppered with strands of both lilac and pink fur, especially around the areolae. Her nipples, fleshy-pink and pert, stood prominently at the peaks of both mounds--if they were turned sideways.

"They're... bigger than Terry's," he observed. Then, felt a sharp pain in the nape of his neck. "Ah!" His shoulders shot up and his head leaned back out of reflex.

"Jerk," his sister scoffed.

"Hey, he doesn't really know what he's saying," Esther reasoned, folding her arms--in such a way that her breasts were not obstructed from view.

"Does to," the sister grumbled. "Gimme two more years and then we'll see what he says."

"You're probably, right, Ter," the rabbit said. "I don't think ever seen a bear with anything smaller than a C at my age... you might even be a D."

"What's that mean?" The boy asked.

"It's how big a girl's tits are," his sister explained.

"Is it like getting a grade?" He asked.

They both giggled. "Kinda," his sister said, genuinely enjoying demystifying his confusion. "Except with tits, you want to get an F," she joked.

The rabbit shrugged. "Depends, Ter," she countered. "Some guys like 'em flat."

"Yeah; they're all forty and creepy," she point-countered.

"Can I... touch them?" The boy asked, interrupting the conversation.

The rabbit cocked her head. "Hm... not yet," she said.

He let out a whimper. "Why not?" He questioned.

"Because," the rabbit replied, her voice sultry. Time to make a move of her own. "You got to snoop around me... Don't I get to snoop around you?" She leaned in, resting her hands on the bed and letting her breasts hang down, perky nipples reaching for her wrists. "Fair's fair."

He squirmed a little bit. Ultimately, he nodded.

"You don't have to," the bunny insisted. "Just... if you wanna feel me..."

"It's... okay," he replied. "You're right... Um..." he looked to his sister. "You... um...?"

"You want me to leave or something?" She asked.

"N-no," he said. "Are you... gonna snoop, too?"

Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach flip-flopped. But, she kept it all inside. "I guess," she said, sounding a little disinterested.

"It's not very bright out here," the rabbit pointed out. "Maybe... can we go in your closet, Bri?"

"Yeah," the bear said, sitting up, excited that he might get to feel a real boob.

"Hey, wait a minute," the sister cautioned. "None of this is leaving this room... got it? No telling mom or dad... no telling friends."

The rabbit nodded. "Of course. Right, Bri?"

The bear nodded. "Sure," he made a zipping motion with his lips. "I'm a boy, so I can keep a secret." He predicted that his sister would do something, and so blocked her hit. He shot her a raspberry.

Esther chuckled. "C'mon," she insisted. "I wanna see it," she said with a teasing tone.

They slid off the bed, and Esther followed. The boy's closet was actually pretty barren. There were some things on a shelf near the top, and a few coats hanging that were shoved to one side, and a few boxes of toy-sets in one corner; but, other than that, there was plenty of room for the three to all sit down. And, more importantly, room enough to lie back.

When all three were in, the rabbit slid the pocket-door closed very slowly and quietly. It was almost completely dark, save for a band of dim light that crossed their toes. "Okay... so... I'm the only one that's totally naked here," the rabbit pointed out. "So... how about you two get naked, too, and then I'll turn the lights on."

"Okay," the sister said.

"Hand me your undies so I can toss 'em outside," the rabbit instructed, touching each of the bears on their shoulders. The sound of rustling cotton dominated the small room as the two stripped their last articles of clothing off. The rabbit was given a pair of briefs in her right hand, and a pair of panties in her left. She gathered them into one hand, and slid the door open just enough to drop them outside. "Okay... light's on in three... two... one..."

They all winced as the bright bulb shot white light into the closet. But, as quickly as they could, their pupils roved over one another in the fresh illumination.

The true colors of Esthers fur could be appreciated, showing that the pink was actually a mix of light-purple and white fur, which made the rich, fleshy pink of her nipples even more prominent.

Terry's nipples were prominent regardless; the pale-pink buds were pert for what they were, and the broad crescent-shaped stroke of coffee-cream-colored fur could be seen in its full glory, rather than just the tips peeking from the collar of her shirt. Down toward her mound, the same color fur as on her crescent mixed with her dark-brown fur, giving her mound and vulva a hazy outline.

Brian's chest was all well and good, they had seen that tons of times already. Although, that his crescent was so thin compared to his sister's was a bit adorable. But what the girls were really interested in was much lower down.

Without a word, Esther and Terry both got on their hands and knees, and ogled the boy.

Unlike his sister, his groin was more the color of his crescent, with his sheath and testicles catching their eyes by the contrast. It stuck almost straight out, like it could sense them and was pointing toward them. It was a color in-between Terry's and Esther's nipples--not pale, but not that rich.

The tent it had made in his underwear gave the illusion it was bigger than it actually was, but the girls had not really ever seen a real penis, so the length was more an after-thought. It was at least three inches. While neither girl had much to go on, besides the vibrator they had found in Terry's mom's closet, his girth was certainly no question.

Esther had felt it before, when she had him between her fingers. It had made her groin tickle with arousal then, but looking at it now practically made her clitoris throb. "Wow, Bri," the bunny said, maybe putting a bit more glammor into her breath than she really felt. "You dick is huge."

"R--really?" He asked.

"It's... bigger than I remember..." His sister admitted.

"You nuts are pretty big, too," the rabbit commented, reaching to cradle his sac. She felt him tense, "don't worry, we'll be gentle with you," she cooed.

"It's like... instinct," he admitted.

"Getting kicked there hurts us just as much," his sister said.

"Sit," the rabbit instructed, tugging on the boy's hips.

He sat down, leaning against the wall. The girls widened his legs, and looked at one another.

"Family first?" Esther offered.

"Nah... I'll... stay back for now."

The rabbit nodded. "Is it okay if I?" She asked. "He is your brother, after all."

The bear nodded.

Esther smiled at the boy, "I wanna snoop a bit closer," she said. Receiving a nod, she dipped her muzzle in.

Brian watched nervously as the teen examined his boyhood. The reality of it all was still hitting him: he was naked, with two girls also naked--even if one of them was his sister--and a girl he liked was... snooping at his privates!

"You doing okay?" She questioned.

He realized he was breathing heavily, and he matched her eyes as she looked up at him from between his legs. He nodded. "Just... n-nervous," he admitted.

She smiled. "Me too, Bri." She said. It seemed to have the intended effect, even if it was a little white lie. He relaxed a bit, feeling amongst equally-nervous company, and it gave the bunny-teen the vantage to do more brazen things.

Like pucker her lips, and kiss his testickles.

"Wh--what are you doing?" He questioned.

She lifted, resting her cheek to his knee. "Doesn't it feel good?" She questioned.

He took a few breaths in consideration. "D--do it again?"

She nodded, and leaned in.

He watched as her lips touched to his testicle, and he shivered with excitement.

"She's turning you on," his sister explained.

"Huh?" The brother asked.

The girl bear chuckled, folding her arms. "Boys," she shook her head. "Haven't you touched yourself down there before? Y'know, like rubbed around?" She reached down, touching her own genitals and rubbing them, "something like this?"

He gasped as her lips rose up, kissing his shaft. "A... a little," he admitted.

"Felt kinda good and tingly, didn't it?" Terry asked, still rubbing herself.

The boy nodded.

"That's called getting 'turned on,'" she explained. "When you... mmmh...," she stifled her vocalization, "g--get all tingly between your legs."

The boy watched, mesmerized, as his crush's lips went to the tip of his penis. His body jolted with a spasm when she kissed it, and then his eyes rolled up and his body went limp as a sudden wet, warmth surrounded his whole boyhood.

"Whoa... Essy," his sister huffed. "You're... actually sucking him off?"

"Mm-hmm," the rabbit hummed.

Crackling squeaks escaped the boy's throat, the tingling pleasure that suddenly crashed over him like a white-capped wave sending him mentally adrift. He squirmed at the suckling and slurping motions, opening his eyes. Amidst the sparkles, he watched as his sister rubbed at her petals.

Too quickly, the wonderful warmth receded, hanging around at his tip for a few seconds before, with a slight suction, his penis popped free of her mouth. He matched her eyes, too astonished to avert his gaze, and felt flutters in his tummy as she licked her lips.

"What'd... it taste like?" Terry questioned.

"I dunno," the rabbit admitted. "Kinda like a hot-dog, I guess."

"Ugh, gross," the bear squirmed. "Now I won't be able to eat hot-dogs again, thanks."

"Psh," the teen rolled her eyes. "Like we haven't made that comparison before."

"Not with my brother," she pointed out.

"You don't have to stay," the rabbit replied.

The bear wrinkled her nose, and acquiesced.

"Do I get to feel your boobies, now?" The boy asked excitedly.

Esther giggled. "Such a one-track mind. Okay, yes," she said, kneeling in front of him in a way that presented her chest. "Feel away."

Unceremoniously, his hands went to the underside of her modest chest. He touched the soft mounds, lifting them a little, feeling their bit of weight. "Whoa," he said aloud, his fingertips running over the fur. "They're... soft," he described.

She giggled. "It kinda tickles," she said.

"What's this?" He questioned, his fingertip rubbing her pert nipple.

She felt a similar tingle in chest as she felt in her lions; something she was still getting used to. "Those are my nipples, same as you got," she said.

"But yours are different," he observed. "They look kinda like a bottle."

"Duh," his sister spoke up. "That's cuz baby's drink from tits just like bottles."

"R--really?" The boy said with astonishment, squeezing the rabbit's breasts, and judging by her smile she was liking it. "Does this... turn you on?" He asked.

She took in a deep breath through her nose. "Oh yeah," she admitted. "And your sis is right; about what breasts are for."

"So does that mean... like, I did that... when I was baby?"

"Yes, now don't ever mention it again," his sister said, a little irritated.

"He's just learning," Esther reminded her friend.

"What's the matter, sis? You just all mad cuz you don't got boobies?"

The bear covered her chest. "Am not," she huffed.

"You sure look like it," he grumbled, squeezing the breasts. "Essy's are big, and soft and squishy."

"Okay, okay," the rabbit giggled, batting at his hands, "that's enough."

The cub whined. "But I like 'em..."

Terry's inner-conflict was reaching a boiling point. She tensed, her body craving what her mind thought awkward and disgusting. He was her brother; this was already way beyond anything she had dared to go. But, inside, she was more upset that she didn't have breasts for him to feel--after all, she wanted to know what it was like. To be held, and fondled, and to have her pert nipples tickled and flicked.

Her loins quivered and throbbed. Her hormones, just barely starting to take hold on her, began working months--years--ahead of their time.

Just this once... right? It wasn't much different than when she and Essy fooled around; just with her brother, to join in. And then, maybe he'd wanna play another time... or, just with her... so she could do different stuff. After all, they were together most of the time, so they'd have lots of chances.

"H--hey, Bri."

The younger bear looked over to his sister.

"'Mere," she said, hear breathing steady.

He crawled on hands and knees over to her, though it wasn't much of a distance. "Yeah?"

She bit her lip. "You... w--wanna, snoop around me, too?" She questioned.

He folded his arms, wrinkling his nose. "I dunno, you don't look like you're having fun."

"Well maybe it's cuz you keep payin' attention to your girlfriend," she teasted.

Esther giggled.

"She's... I mean... I..." The boy looked at both of them.

"You don't want me to be your girlfriend, Bri?" The bunny said, leaning forward sultrily and cupping her left breast to point the nipple at him.

"I-if... if you... w--wanna, I mean," he stammered.

"We'll talk about that later," the rabbit said, lying down on her stomach. "Your sis asked you a question, though."

Brother looked at sister. "You really want me to snoop?" He asked.

"You'd better, before I change my mind," she admitted, setting her heels on either side to give him vantage.

He leaned in, looking before he got on hands and knees. His eyes roved over the dappled fur coloration, noting how different it looked compared to Esther's. The outer lips were a bit chubbier, and a thin line of the same pale-pink flesh peeked out near the top and bottom.

He reached in with one hand, looking up at his sister in pause. She gave him a nod, and he ventured forth. A little familiar to the anatomy, considering he had done this just a little while before, he pulled the petals of his sister's flower apart.

"Aha..." She gasped at his touch, and at the feeling of her sensitive flesh prying aside.

He flinched back. "What?" He questioned.

She whined. "Keep going, numb-nuts," she urged.

"Oh... I thought..." he took in a breath, and went back. This time, when she exhaled at his actions, he didn't flinch. Behind the veil of her labia majora, the color of her girlhood was about as rich as the color of his boyhood. It was somewhat marbled in appearance, with thin lines or creases being nearly as rich as Esther's--from what he had remembered.

In the greater illumination, nearly every detail was a hundred-times better than it had been with his little glow-wand. He spotted the two holes right away, noting that his sister's lower-hole was a little smaller than the one he had seen a bit ago.

Sometime during his examination, the cub felt a touch near his backside. He shivered when the touch also came to his back, stroking over it, and then trailing down to his tummy as it drifted along. Finally, his dick was gripped in the hand, the thumb gently rubbing over his tip.

"You should give your sissy kisses."

Esther's voice was like a hypnotist's command to Brian. Her purple fingers came to view, and touched his sister's vulva near to the top.

"Right there. Give her a little kiss over her clit, just like I gave you."

Brother leaned in, his lips pursing.

Sister held her breath, knowing exactly what her friend was doing--inadvertently teaching him exactly how to get her off. She closed her eyes, and let out a little whine that she muffled with her hands as she felt the pressure touch her sensitive nub. Her knees twitched as she fought the urge to close them; that silly defensive reaction, as if her body didn't want the pleasure.

"Yeah, just like that," Esther encouraged, gently squeezing his boyhood. "Give her a few more, all around there."

Terry began to breathe rapidly, her friend's instructions adding fuel to the fire for just how naughty this was. She let out a fluttery moan, finally indulging her premature lust, delighted at the opportunity she hadn't had for a few weeks, now.

"She's getting really turned on," Esther explained. "Remember how good it felt when I was sucking on you?" She rubbed his tip, gently tugging one of the lips to his urethra aside. "Just kissing her there feels like that, but like a hundred times better; that's why she's moaning," the rabbit explained. "Now, go down here," she pointed at the entrance to her friend's vagina, "and lick there, kinda like you're licking a lollipop," she instructed.

Encouraged by the feeling of her hand on his cubhood, the boy opened his mouth and tentatively touched his tongue to her opening. As he tasted his sister, and his tongue ran over her smoothly textured flesh, it was a little bit unsettling at first. But, when he heard herlet out a low, "oh, yeah," and rest her hand on his head to keep him there, he bore it.

Over time, the texture and the feeling like he was licking up thin snot gave way to noticing just how soft and warm his sister was. Not to mention the way her vocalizations made his pulse speed up for a short while. But, his biggest motivation was that Esther seemed to make him feel better the more he payed attention to his sister--so he played a bit a of a game, making his sister feel good until Esther made him feel good.

"Deeper," Terry commanded, pressing her brother's muzzle to her muff, "Lick deeper."

He found it harder to breathe the more she shoved him into her privates. What he could breathe, it was filled with a musk that began making him light-headed. He opened his muzzle wider, and tried to get in deeper. His tongue was getting rather tired, but he fought the weariness for the pleasure he was being given by his maybe-girlfriend.

In his sister's honey-pot, he found a different texture. A slightly bumpy, bubbly texture. The tangy, slightly bitter taste was also much richer deeper inside. The noises she made were also more intense, as she squirmed and panted.

"Essy," the bear said in an urgent, fluttery voice; "Essy, I'm gonna cum."

"Keep going," the rabbit said to the boy as she released his girth.

His sister made sure to keep him going by firmly holding his muzzle in her nethers.

"Bri, when she gushes and starts squirming really fast, give her clit another kiss, okay?" The rabbit said, but didn't expect a response. "Don't worry, I'll be your pillow," the bunny said, kissing the bear's cheek. "Just think about how your brother can do this all the time, now, huh?"

Just then, his tongue dove in and stayed, as if he was trying to reach all the way back to her cervix. The slimy, wet muscle flexing inside of her, with her friend's words stabbing at her very guilty fantasy, sent her over the edge.

It started with a tensing around his tongue, and a rising moan. But then, the moan was muted, just as it became guttural and aggressive, as if she were doing exercises and grunting. He resisted her hold, and when she finally relented, he took a deep breath and exhaled, before pressing his lips to her rose-bud. But he was off a little, and so he moved, then applied the kiss's pressure.

Esther let out a hum of pleasure of her own, feeling the way her friend's cries of ecstasy vibrated against her bosom which she used as the promised pillow to muffle them. Judging by the way her friend was evenly and powerfully tensing and relaxing, she hadn't had an orgasm in a while--and this one was particularly good. Better than any she had managed to draw from the bear since maybe their first time with each other.

She stroked the back of her friend's head as she came down from her climax. Her body still lurched every few moments, and it was only once she was breathing relatively evenly that the rabbit remembered why.

"'Nuff kissies," she said, tugging on the younger brother's ear.

He was actually reluctant to recede. He had grown to like the way his sister was squirming, some kind of liquid dribbling from her lower hole. At first he thought it to be urine, but it was coming out much too slowly and smelled quite a lot like the inside of her cunny; except, it was, to his amazement, another plateau of potency, as if that was the source of it all.

"You did a good job for you sissy," the rabbit complimented.

He drew a goofy-looking grin on his face. "Um... what happened, though?"

The rabbit chuckled, easing her friend to lie down curled-up on her side. "When you touch yourself, or someone else, and it feels really, really good," the rabbit explained, "you have what's called an orgasm."

"A wha?"

She smiled, turning to face him. "It's easier if you call it 'cumming,'" she replied.

"Oh... it looked really weird," he observed.

"Hey... Bri?" The rabbit said, in a subject-changing manner.

"Um... wh-what?" He asked, a bit worried about where the subject was going to go.

"You wanna feel it? What it feels like to cum?" The rabbit questioned, her blue eyes staring almost hopefully into his.

"Have... have you um... 'cummed...' before?" He asked.

She smiled, liking his use of the word. "Uh-huh," she answered. "Lots... lots of times," she said. "Sometimes, you sister does to me what you did to her to help get me to cum. Sometimes, I just touch myself... I even did that last night."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." She crawled over to the middle of the closet. "Have you ever heard of sex?" The rabbit asked the bear, as he followed her with his upper-body.

"Y--yeah," he admitted. "I... heard a bit about it."

"How much?" Esther questioned, sitting back on her rear, her legs straight out and one ankle crossing over the other.

"Um..." he said, nervously, not wanting to sound stupid. "I know that... that girls have a hole... and a boy's dick goes inside..."

She gave him a come-hither motion.

He licked his lips, and crawled over.

"There's lots of things about sex that're hard to explain," she said, reaching for his cubhood. "I've... never actually had it before," she admitted. "But... if you want to see what cumming feels like, I wanna see what sex feels like, so... Um..."

"You... you wanna sex?" He asked.

She giggled. "Have sex," she said. "I... wanna have sex. With you," she said, rubbing her fingertip over his urethral opening.

"I... I dunno," he said. "Isn't it... um... naughty?" He questioned.

She exhaled. "Yeah... it's kinda naughty," she admitted. "So... if you don't want to, that's okay. I'll still show you what cumming is like, at least... but," she smiled. "Sometimes, boyfriends and girlfriends have sex to make each other feel good, y'know."

His expression lighted up a little. "Oh... um..." He squirmed.

"If you're gonna be my boyfriend," she teased, giving him a squeeze, "I wanna make you feel good."

He gave her another goofy grin. "Okay," he agreed. "If that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do... I wanna have sex."

"With me?" She asked.

He felt his cheeks burn and his tummy tie in knots. "Y--yeah. I w-wanna h-have sex with... with you," he said, nervously admitting the full sentence.

She giggled, and used the hand that was fondling his genitals to cup his chin. "Gimme a kiss," she said, "on the lips, like boyfriends and girlfriends do."

He puckered his lips a bit dramatically, and she giggled at him. He faltered, just as she went in for the kill. He was caught off guard, but she helped him recover, holding his cheeks in her hands and guiding him to tilt his head just a little.

They kissed for a few moments, before she receded. "Is your heart all thumpy?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Mine is, too." She let out her breath. "Okay... now, you really can't tell anyone about having sex with me, okay?"

"Pinkie-swear," he said, holding out his pinkie. Hers hooked in his, and they shook. "Plus cross-heart 'n stuff," he said, gesturing an X over his chest.

"Okay. Give me some room the lie back," she instructed.

He scooted aside, and she lied down on her back, able to stretch almost all the way out. But, she pulled her knees up a bit, her legs making a kind of circle or diamond-shape. He moved toward where she patted, in the center of the shape she made.

"Lean over me, like you're gonna do a push-up," she instructed.

He did so, his dick brushing against her soft, downy mound. He spasmed, looking down.

"It's okay," the rabbit said, reaching down to guide his cubhood. "It feels ticklish, but when you're inside me it'll feel a lot like my mouth did... but even better," she said, using the comparison again.

He nodded, and tried to breathe evenly as he went from watching down below to looking back at her face. She didn't seem to look, only go by feel, coaxing him down by tugging on his length. Finally, he felt his tip touch her flesh, and he suddenly wished he could be behind himself, to snoop on what it looked like.

"There," she said. "Your dick is right where your tongue was on your sister earlier. When I count to three, then push in nice and slow, okay?"

He nodded.

"One... two... three... Hooooh," she let out a fluttery moan as the girth began to stretch her. Previous endeavors with her friend's mother's aforementioned vibrator meant that her hymen was barely there, perhaps a bit of a sting of shred that remained; but certainly, it was now gone.

The noises she made sounded an awful lot like his sister's when he licked her. This, coupled with the warmth, wet, and tightness that squeezed and tickled his dick, made his heart begin to race as he wanted to get as far in his new girlfriend as he could.

"That's it, Bri, all the way in," she huffed. "Oh gosh, it's so big," she panted.

Somehow, the comment on his size made him feel even better. Like he was doing amazing at something without even having to think. "You feel really snug," he said.

"I do?" She asked. "It feels good, right?"

"Uh-huh," he said, fully hilting in her. "It's warm, too."

She cooed, coaxing him to lie on her. "You're so cute," she said, looking at his muzzle resting between her breasts. She laid her hand on his head, gazing into his eyes as she began squeezing and kneading his girth with her loins.

"What's... mmm," he hummed, nuzzling her. "What're ya doin'?" He asked.

"I'm just..." she closed her eyes, putting her concentration into giving a more intense squeeze. "Just feelin' you inside me," she said.

"It feels weird," he replied.

She paused. "Is it... a bad weird?" She questioned.

He shook his head. "Huh-uh... just... new," he said. "Like a massage, but I never got a massage on my peeny before."

She snorted at his childish word. "Okay... well, glad you're enjoying it, but now can you do something for me?"

"Mm-hmm," he said, dreamily.

She gripped his tail, and tugged. "Lift your butt up a little," she instructed.

"But I thought you wanted me all the way in?" He asked, reluctantly lifing as she tugged his tail.

"You wanna have sex, don't ya?" She asked, rhetorically. "Sex isn't just lying around with you inside me, there's a little more to it," she explained. "Now, push back in all the way," she said, using both hands to push down on his buttocks.

"You want me in or out?" He grumbled.

She huffed. "I wanna have sex." She retorted. "There, now you're back in."

"Uh-huh," he said. "It feels good to be in," he commented.

"It'll feel better if you go in and out like I had you do," she said, "but over and over and a little faster," she explained. "That's pretty much what sex is."

"Really?"

"Yup."

Tentatively, he pulled out, and then pushed back in. He did this a few more times. "Feels... kinda good, I guess."

"It'll feel better if you kinda... get into a rhythm," she said. "Like you're stirring hot-chocolate, or something," she tried to explain.

"I'll try," he said, and began humping in a slightly gyrating motion, rolling his hips from left as he went in, to right as he pulled out.

She giggled. "Instead of going sideways," she guided, "go in and forward, and out and back," she held his hips, walking him through it a few times.

"Okay... I think I get it now. It's harder than you made it out to be," he said, as if she had sort of lied to him.

"Sorry," she said, "but I told you it was hard to explain, didn't I?"

He looked a bit guilty. "I guess so," he admitted, and started humping her again.

"Oh, yeah," she rested a hand on his back, "that's it; just like that."

He still humped with a lot of misunderstanding, but for a first time for either of them there was hardly a wrong way to do it from this point. While he started off exaggerating his inward-upward, outward-downward motions, he slowly emphasized more on the inward-upward than the outward-downward, guided by his own pleasure that he began to feel.

"Mmm, Bri. It feels good, right?"

"Uh-huh," he said, finally working into a proper humping motion. Using his body more efficiently, he began to recover some energy, and began focusing on the motions that made him feel good. He tried to drag his tip forward and back, in and out of her snug, slippery tunnel. It tickled and made him feel all tingly, just like her lips had. And the more he focused on the feeling, the better and better it got.

Every now and again she would moan or squeak. He began trying to work on figuring out how to make her do that, and discovered a few nearly sure-fire ways, and for the most part it depended on where his tip grazed or how much he pressed against her with his pubic bone.

"H--hey, Bri?" She huffed.

"Y-yeah?" He responded.

"Y'know how... how my nipples look like a bottle?" She asked.

He shivered, a little embarrassed about the whole conversation from before. "Uh-huh," he replied all the same.

"Can you... nnnngh!" She threw hear head back, tilting it to one side as he pressed and ground against her clit. "Mm, can you s-suck on one, like a bottle?" She asked.

He slowed, thinking. He was both embarrassed, and yet the sudden realization was all too enticing. "You're not... gonna call me a baby or anything... are you?" He asked.

"Of course not," she giggled. "It'll feel good for me," she suggested. "Please?"

He bit his lip. "Okay... b-but," he insisted, "only cuz you asked nicely."

She smiled. "Okay. Do the left one?" She suggested.

His cheeks burning from nervousness, he leaned in.

She delighted at how he was just the perfect size to be able to hump and her suckle her without much effort. She cradled the back of his head as he leaned in, taking in a breath and watching as his nose bumped her soft breast, squished against her since she was lying flat on her back. Her breath hitched when she felt his lips latch onto her nipple, taking the little nub just inside his lips.

Then, he began to suckle. She cooed, squirming under him and petting his head. It was a feeling she had never felt before--she was too nervous to even ask her best friend to help her experience it. But somehow, her brother didn't make her feel so nervous, maybe because he was years younger. The gentle tugging of his suckling drew tingles from deep within her mammaries. She knew nothing was moving through her, but she imagined he was drawing something from her--if not milk, then perhaps some fantasy substance that hypnotized him and made him want to suckle more.

She encouraged his humping, and though he had to build up another rhythm--like rubbing his tummy and patting his head--after a minute or so he managed to get back into the swing.

"That's it, Bri," she cooed. "Mmmmh! This feels so good," she said, in a primal kind of way that gushed her arousal from her throat.

He could only continue to do as he did, finding pleasure in his loins; and a peculiar, soothing tranquility in suckling her breast like a babe.

"Having fun?"

Esther's eyes shot open. She looked right, coming face-to-crotch with her friend. Then, she panned upward, meeting Terry's eyes as she gazed down, arms folded over her chest. "T--Aaaaahngh!" She tried to say her friend's name, but the boy rutting her had ground against her rather roughly, and coupled it with an aggressive and long suckle in which he also pulled his head away a little bit.

The bear gazing down at the rabbit smiled, and made to lie down next to her friend, pressing her mound to her friend's lilac-furred hip. "I kinda wish you'd waited a little bit for me," the bear said, licking her friend's shoulder. Her licks trailed over the bunny's clavicle, making her squirm and whine. Finally, she began running her tongue over the unattended breast. "How come you never asked me to do this to you?" She questioned, a little hurt. "I've... kinda wondered what it felt like, to do it. So... ready or not," she gently threatened.

The rabbit closed her eyes, all three key erogenous zones attended to at the same time. In heaven, she felt her orgasm building rapidly, and she was almost dreading it, wondering just how powerful it would be.

Brian let go of the nipple from his lips. "Sis... I... I feel funny, down there," he told her. "Am I... g-gonna cum?" He asked.

She reluctantly let go of her friend's other nipple. "Yeah, maybe," she said. "Don't stop, keep going, and keep making her feel good so she cums, too, okay?"

The boy nodded, and returned to suckling the nipple, no need to be told to do so.

The rabbit was about to whine when she felt the attention to her nipples return. She began to moan, holding the backs of their heads as if to keep them from receding again. A hand covered her muzzle, her friend keeping her quiet. The restraint only added to her pleasure, and she began to squirm as her orgasm started to trickle over the edge.

She instinctively wrapped her legs about the boy who continued to churn her developing blossom, aiding in his efforts by squeezing on him to help him grind against her rose-bud. The added stimulation to her clitoris, coupled with the twitching of his tip as he tried to make do with what little vantage she gave him, sent her toppling over.

Her primal growls of ecstasy were muffled by the hands clamping her muzzle shut. The counter-balance of her vocalizations was forced to whip back down her body, doubling her perception at her loins. When she imagined the boy's girth stretching her wide, his tip deep inside her, something she had never ever felt before hit her like tidal wave.

A few moments later, another came. Like a relentless tide, every moment, another orgasm dragged her in its throes, sending her body seizing and twitching like she was being electrocuted. Her mind went numb after the third orgasm, and by the fifth she felt like a potato.

She didn't know how many times the wave hit. All she knew was that it felt wonderful, so wonderful it was almost dangerous. Her heart was racing, her ears were ringing, and her body was totally numb.

"Whoa..." Came the boy's astonished voice. "I... I felt it... I think," he said.

"Yeah?" His sister asked. "What'd it feel like?"

"Like a blood-rush," he said, "but better."

"I think you made her feel the same way, bro." She congratulated. "But... she's still kinda out of it... never seen her be like that before."

"Is she okay?"

"She's still breathin'."

She felt her face being gently slapped. She opened her eyes, and winced at the light, covering her eyes with her arm. "Nnngh," she tried to talk.

"You okay, Essy?" Terry asked. "You better be okay. Otherwise we're in deep shit."

"F'n... m'f'n... m..." she turned her head. "I'm f--fine," she managed to say.

Terry let out a sigh. "How hard did you cum, girl?" She asked.

"Harder... than... ever..." the rabbit replied. "Over... and... over..."

"What does that mean?" The boy questioned.

"I dunno," his sister shrugged. "I think you fucked her into La-La Land."

"You're using bad words," her brother pointed out.

"Yeah? Well you just had sex with my best friend," she also pointed out.

"I'm... really... sleepy..." the lilac rabbit mumbled.

"You did this to her, help me get her dressed--get her clothes."

Over the next few minutes, brother and sister helped one another dress both girlfriend and best friend--which amounted to just putting her shirt back over her. Against her body's desires, Esther was made to stand, supported by her best friend. She was relieved when the light went away, but then she had to walk.

As the moments passed, she became steadier on her legs, leaning less on her friend. But the pins-and-needles-like tingling in her vagina kept her from being able to stand on her own. Even as she slumped back onto the bed, minutes after her orgasm, her body twitched and convulsed in aftershocks and remnant pangs of pleasure.

Before she drifted off into sleep, she heard her friend mumble to her brother: "Hey... y--you wanna go, um... hunting for more Easter eggs... with me?"